Predator - part 9

Lorena read Orion's note again,

Little one -- tonight, you put yourself completely in my hands.  You must follow my directions.  If you fail to obey and choose to see me, our game will end.  The power to end the game is yours at any time -- all you have to do is open your eyes and turn to see me.  If you agree -- go to the corner, keep your eyes down -- and your adventure will begin

Her decision was made instantly -- of course she was in -- she was hooked!

She was greatful for the dark colored jeans -- no one could see how wet she was -- the parking lot had revved her engines -- but knowing that this time a sexy scavenger hunt was the warm up round had her itching to know what he had planned next.

She felt ridiculous in the store -- whe went to the corner of the shoestore and pretended to be rivited by the boots on the bottom shelf.  

Good Girl -- came the text

Don't move -- Don't turn around -- I want to feel you

Remember -- if you look -- the game will end.

She closed her eyes against the temptation

and soon felt his warmth behind her

He touched her gently on the small of her back -- as if to release a spark of eletricity through a grounding wire

Her head cast down

She heard him take a deep breath -- inhaling her scent -- she knew her perfume was only half of it -- she was dripping with desire -- and fear

she shook at bit as his hand came around around her waist

and stroked the bottom of her breast

His text came, No one can see us

the thought of that was both comforting and menacing.  No one can see me being fondled in the corner of this store -- but that invisibility also meant that she was at his mercy

She closed her eyes again

and stayed in her spot -- frozen

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Fuck -- it was all he could do to not end this game now by throwing her over his shoulder and taking her to his truck right now.  She reaked of sex and fear.  She was shaking with it.  She had his note still clutched in one hand, her phone in the other.

And she was under his control.  

What man could resist a woman like this -- a woman who sees the lion -- smells the lion -- fears the lion -- and still puts her head in the lion's mouth?  

He wondered when she would break

what would be the moment when she couldn't take another second of it?

If you want me to touch you-- place your bag on the floor.  

all she would have to do to end it was turn around

open her eyes

and yet

in wonderment

he watched her bag slowly lower to the floor

Good Girl, he thought

Good Girl

He stood so close she must be able to feel his cock against her back -- and snaked one arm around her waist -- brushing the underside of her left breast with this thumb.  She gasped and leaned back into him for a moment and he rewarded her surrender by caressing her nipple and feeling it harden instantly

He longed to have her tied to a chair, blindfolded and at his mercy -- to bind those beautiful breasts

to flog them.  He longed to make her wimper and cry out

and could not resist pinching her nipple through her top until she whimpered and bit her lip

He released it and petted her for a moment -- gentling her

He moved away quickly before her resolve could break and retreated outside the store where he could watch her from the window

You may move now little one -- I am proud of you -- walk to the other side of the store

and kneel down by the tennis shoes

and he marveled as he watched her as she slowly moved across the room

eyes on the floor

and knealt down as if to look for her keys in her bag

relinquishing her power to him