Paralysis

4th Level

After having a shower, I dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a shirt with lace at the back. I went downstairs and found him sitting in the kitchen, eating an apple. I wanted to walk past him to go and make breakfast, but he grabbed me and pulled me towards him, making me sit on his c**k.

With his free hand, he slowly traced down my stomach before resting his hand on my crotch. I’m trembling inside; it’s worse than in my dream. He slowly slides a finger between my thighs. I’m breathing harder and faster. I can feel him hardening beneath my bottom.

_ Would... would you like to go for dinner at a restaurant tonight? he says with a sigh

He presses his finger hard against my crotch. I feel hot, I blush.

_ Um... Y-yes

He removes his finger, helps me up, then stands up himself.

_ OK, be ready at 7 o’clock.

I nod and he goes back upstairs. I have to sit down to catch my breath. Argh! He’s really unsettling. And the fact that I lose control of my body when he gets close... it’s strange... I have to admit I like this feeling of vulnerability around him. It accentuates his already overwhelming charisma. He’s driving me mad...

No, Khrystal! Pull yourself together! You’re not the type to let yourself be pushed around. If he wants to play these games, he’ll find out I’m a pro.

I get up and get everything ready. I won’t let him walk all over me. I’m not an easy girl, far from it. I set the table, but he still hasn’t come downstairs. So I go upstairs to see what he’s up to. I open the door and… I blush.

He’s completely naked. He’s writing something on his laptop and doesn’t even notice I’m there. I can’t stop my eyes from taking in every part of his divinely sculpted body. But I stop because I realise he’s staring at me too.

“Breakfast is served,” I said, acting as if nothing were amiss.

I rushed back downstairs and waited for him at the table. He’s sorely lacking in modesty, much to the delight of my wandering eyes. He comes down a few minutes later, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. Simple and effective. He sat down and we ate in peace.

The day passed quite quickly. I’d done everything I could to avoid him since breakfast. It was soon time for our dinner at the restaurant. So I went off to get ready. He was still on his computer and paying no attention to me. I locked myself in the bathroom and didn’t come out until I’d washed, put on my make-up and got dressed. I’ve chosen a tight-fitting pale pink dress that’s very low at the back, a ponytail, hoop earrings – in short, I’ve pulled out all the stops.

I’d had time to slip on my stilettos before the gentleman finally looked up from his computer. He stands up, eyes me from head to toe with… his eyes… burning with desire. I stand up to face him and realise that, despite the heels, he’s taller than me. He pulls me by the waist so that I’m pressed against him and looks me straight in the eyes.

_ You’re truly beautiful, so seductive and captivating

He runs his hands down my back and caresses my bottom, squeezing it. He’s making me hot, my breathing is racing and I can’t do anything about it.

_ I guessed as much, you’re not wearing any

I blush. I don’t know what to say.

_ Ah, Khrystal. I’m discovering a side to your personality I didn’t know before. I realise that, in fact, you like to push me to my limits

He calmly lifts my dress whilst keeping his eyes locked on mine. Once my dress is above my bottom, he stops. He caresses my bare bottom again, then gives it two quick slaps before sliding two fingers into my s*x and pressing it. I’m burning up; my heart sinks into my stomach, beating too fast.

_ This dress makes me really want to spank you hard

His voice is hoarse; I’m a little scared, but his fingers, inside me, are pushing deeper and deeper. So… I moan…

He pulls his fingers out and puts my dress back where it was. He looks at me one last time, smiles, then goes to take a shower. I sit down and calm myself. I can’t believe it. He spanked me, and I liked it. He really got me; I wasn’t expecting it. I have to get used to the idea that he can do whatever he wants to me when he’s near me. However, I’m still a rebel, so as for provocation, I’m not about to stop that.

I waited for him in the living room for 20 minutes before he came downstairs wearing just a white shirt and light brown trousers. We set off in his car.

After a 30-minute drive, we parked in front of a beautiful, brightly lit building.

_ We’re here, he said

_ It’s lovely

_ Wait till you see the inside, he said with a smile

He got out and came round to open the door for me. We went in hand in hand. There was a pretty blonde receptionist. She greeted us warmly before asking for our booking.

_ Grishwall

_ Ah! Er... waiter? “Please show this lovely couple to table 17. I hope you have a lovely evening.”

A smartly dressed young man approached us and motioned for us to follow him. We were still walking hand in hand.

“See, we look like a lovely couple, so don’t provoke me,” he whispered to me.

I couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh, for he was in for more surprises.

Our table was right in the middle of the room. It wasn’t very crowded, but it was beautifully decorated with flower pots and tall floor lamps casting a soft glow. We sat down and the young man came over to bring us the menus.

“Order for me,” I said with a smile.

He looked at me questioningly, but I simply gave him an encouraging look. He chatted briefly with the waiter before finally placing the order. Two minutes later, the bottles of wine arrived.