The Night He Bought Me

A Seductive Intervention

Chapter 4

Ava stood up, pretending to fix her dress as if it had ridden up her thighs. shouldn’t you be pulling it up further? Adrian asked in an assertive tone. “I thought we were moving slow.” Ava replied with a smile on her face. “not that slow, I don’t have a shell in my back you know, I only needed a little time to get drunk. You know men; always heartbroken over a the least amount of missed calls.” Ava slowly raised her skirt above the center of her thighs, she glared at him with a seductive look, she turned and slowly walked over across the room “moving her waistline like an out of control Indian woman dancing in slow motion”. She slowly bent over and picked up the air condition remote, her dress wrinkled and folded on her thighs, it slowly rolled further up to her hips as she bent over to retrieve the remote, Adrian could now see her underwear – peeking out from between her thick thighs, the look in his eyes resemble that look off the sighting of heaven walking away from you on a day that you no longer wished to visit.

He tried his very best not to let it show, he knew he wanted more right there and then, he knew taking her home was now too far away. Staring at her white underwear, the images of a thick camel toe trying it’s best to hold on for dare life, so that it does not pop out from between her thighs. While she stood there adjusting the temperature on the air condition system, he lit another cigarette, and lowered his head, he took the stack of money from his pocket and placed it on the table “on Ava’s side off the table” then he patiently waited for her to turn back around. He took another sip of his champagne and another puff of his cigarette. Ava turned around, but their eyes made four, and immediately she started modeling her magnificence straight to him, while she slowly undressed herself from the top “removing her hands from her dress” she never broke eye contact all through that moment. She raised the bottom of her dress, and lowered the top half so they both met in the middle; her belly skin started showing. Adrian could feel the temperature rise within his body, he was beginning to become aroused; calm and dominant, he allowed her to sit across his legs. She sat adjusted herself, then she took both his hands and placed them on her ass.

Is this not what you wanted, isn’t it what you called me here for? Ava asked as she began to grind on him slowly, Adrian slowly gliding his hands all over her ass, softly giving it a squeeze momentarily, thinking to himself… “what is this, she probably just thinks that I’m drunk already, she’s probably just out to see how drunk I am and try to take all my money from me before the night ends, I bet she offers me more champagne, let me take another sip for myself to see how much closer she becomes” “can you hand me my glass, and can you fill it up again, for me?” Adrian requested, but she only held on to his hands so he could not get up, nor herself. She placed his hands on her boobs, and then she plays her hands on the back of his hands, then she squeezed her boots herself with his hands “she grinded on him and raised her head in ecstasy, she never lowered her head for a good 20 seconds while she please herself with his body parts” Ava never worried, she would always wear a panty shield to her private room performances; men like to touch, and in seductive ways, and she would always make a slippery mess of her underwear. Adrian slowly slid his hands from her breasts, and down to her waistline.

He firmly gripped her waist, then he pulled her in with a sudden tug. “she gasped” as she flaunted an excited look on her face, Adrian lowered his voice… “what are you trying to do?” he asked. With no words said – she grabbed his hand again, placed it around her throat, forcing him to grip her throat, begging him to pull her in closer; so he did, then he repeated the question. “What are you trying to do?” as he spoke softly into her ear.. she responded, “please, just don’t stop touching me, keep your hands on my body, I want to feel you, I want to feel your palms caressing my skin, I have never felt for anyone this much Adrian, and if you still want me to, I will come home with you, I will do whatever you ask; I will be your b***h, I will be your good little submissive slut, I will get on my knees and your d**k I will suck. Astounded by her response, Adrian slowly released her and retracted to his former position. He looked at her, realizing she was his, and no longer a stripper, he calmly focused himself on touching her skin, reassuring her that she is worth way more than she is willing to accept.