I sat on the edge of her bed and looked her over. She was so petite. With her long straight black hair, her porcelain skin, and slight build, she looked so innocent and delicate. I had her turn and show me her body from every angle. I loved the lines of her body. From her graceful neck to her childlike toes, her body screamed sensuality. From the gentle swells of her firm chest to the narrow strip of hair that lead my gaze between her legs she was exquisite. She had a quality that’s impossible to describe. She looked delicious. Being my prisoner didn’t seem to faze her. She was poised and calm in the situation. She seemed to accept the position she was in without panic.
“I’ve been looking forward to this,” I said.
“Me too,” she sighed.
I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her down to her knees. “What did you say?”
“I’ve been looking forward to it too.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.
“What you’re…you’re going to do with me. You’re going to make me do things for you. Aren’t you? You want to. I want you to.” She hung her head in shame as she went on. “No one has ever wanted me before. No one’s ever seen me naked or touched my body. But you...you want me.”