Twisted Games

Chapter 21 - Eve

My hesitation was so obvious that Mr Barrett raised his eyebrow.

"Do you need help?"

"I..." I wasn't sure if needed one. I decided to be honest. "I'm not sure. Maybe."

My reply seemed to surprise him.

Mr Barrett got up from the bed and slowly approached me. His fingers lifted my chin, eyes bored into mine.

"Henry asked you to undress before him." That wasn't a question.

I didn't want to discuss uncle Henry at this particular moment.

So I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Sometimes."

Every time.

Mr Barrett's hand took my palm and placed it on his rising chest. Surprisingly I didn't shudder at the contact. His body was firm. Reasuring warmth was seeping through the t-shirt and into my open palm.

"Will it help if I undress first?" His consideration was unexpected and it stunned me.

In one quick movement Mr Barrett pulled his t-shirt over his head. My eyes dropped to his sculptures chest then followed the trail of fine hairs down his washboard stomach. I haven't seen him undressed before. Or maybe I did, but the circumstances might not have been favorable to gawk at him.

This time however my fingers tingled with the need to brush my fingers down those cubes. I called it curiosity. Who could have thought Mr Barrett had such strong body under the suits he wore. He was probably doing some sport or working out hard to get those hard planes.

"If I remove my pants you'll get more to stare at."

I blushed realising I was caught at ogling him. I looked down and noticed his pants tenting, demonstrating an obvious arroused state.

"Keep them on... please..." I asked, my throat strangely dry.

Mr Barrett smirked. His hands lowered to my shoulders then turned me around to face the mirror.

"Anything you wish to avoid doing?" He asked in a low voice. Mute with sudden awareness of a male very hard shaft poking in my lower back I shook my head.

"You sure?" His huge hand cupped my breast and squeezed gently.

This sudden gesture sprung my whole body to life. My nipple contracted under his ministrations turning into sharp bud and poking into his palm.

"Thumbelina?"

I was stunned again. This time into silence. My body's reaction to his fumbling was unexpected.

He asked me a question however. What did I reply?

I licked my lips.

"I don't like... from behind..." I was easier confessed my biggest fear now. "It scares me."

It makes me remember how painful and humiliating it is.

Mr Barrett hummed appreciatingmy honesty. His face lowered to my neck and he gathered my short hair in his fist.

"Why did you cut your hair?" He asked in husky voice.

What could I reply? I would have shaved it if I had a machine. I was happy I didn't. I inhaled sharply, not protesting when his hand moved to my other breast.

"Do I repulse you?"

This question of his puzzled me. He was touching me, petting my breasts with both hands now and nibbling at my neck. Surprisingly I didn't want to push him away. My body was responding! - I understood amazed at my reactions.

"No," I replied when I finally found my voice. "It's just... I haven't felt like this before."

"Like what?" Another question followed. "Does it feel good?"

Good?

I would say strange, but good all the same. Confused I didn't know what to reply.

"Tell me how you feel." He pressed. "Do you want me to stop?"

Did I? I reminded myself of a lunatic at this moment. My wishes in this matter had never been taken into consideration before.

"Would you stop if I asked you?" I inquired instead, biting on my lower lip nervously.

Mr Barrett's head lifted from my neck.

"Yes." He said firmly and drew himself away from me.

I froze staring at my flushed and owlish expression in the mirror.

That was unexpected.

But had I ever asked him to stop before in the security room? No. I just knew I had to go through it, so I gritted my teeth and let him take me. He thought I was a whore, though. So he took what he supposedly had paid for.

But now he was asking.

Should he stop?

My eyes fell from my blushing face to my heaving chest. The beaded nipples were visible through the thin cotton of my dress. I couldn't remember my breasts reacting this sharply even in the cold weather.

"Please, don't stop." I whispered so quietly, but still he heard me.

His hot chest pressed against my back, lips trailing kisses on my shoulder. His hands found the pull-tab of my zipper and slowly dragged it down by back.

I held onto my dress before it slid onto the carpet floor and caught Mr Barrett's questioning look in the mirror.

"Your pants first," I said licking my dry lips.

I couldn't tell him I was scared. I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere between us. I probably had one in a lifetime chance to make sure if I could still be a woman. After everything I had experienced in the past it would be a miracle if my body could feel enjoyment from sexual activities.

It seemed Mr Barrett looked right though me. Swiftly he untied the drawcord and his sweatpants dropped to our feet.

That's it.

There was no way back.

Hot strong man turned me to face him and realized I was trembling, this time not from fear.

How could it be? I asked myself, while my head spun from a deep tongued kiss he assaulted my mouth with.

It was my first kiss. I had never kissed in my life.

His fingers pulled on my dress and I released the hold on soft material.

"Fuck." Barrett's gruff voice brought a cascade of pleasant shivers down my body.

My bra was removed before I could protest. Panties were pulled down while strong fingers palmed my bottom, making me see little sparks of pleasure behind my closed eyelids.

"Say whatever you want but you'll beg me to fuck this gorgeous ass of yours from behind. And you will like it."

His crude words didn't scare me this time, not when his huge palms were massaging the two halves so skilfully I was literally melting.

My mouth issued a weak protest when Mr Barrett cupped my bottom and lifted me up.

We were going to continue in bed.