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Lying on the bed now with Tahoe's smoldering eyes on me and his dirty mouth having described to me what he is going to do to me if I do not obey his command, I can't decide if I wanted to be good or bad as they both sound like a whole lot of fun. Before I can even figure it out, Tahoe pushes me down on the bed; my brain stops functioning completely. There is no will I, or won't I, it is just pure sexual desire. At this point my body is in control and I will do whatever it takes to get what I need.
"Yes sir," I say.
"Very good," Tahoe says as he watches me there with my hands folded together above my head. His eyes eat me up as he slowly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it from his pants. Taking off his belt, Tahoe looks at me like he is pondering and then with a slight nod places it beside me on the bed. Just the threat of being spanked with his belt has me afraid and wet at the same time and I squeeze my legs together trying to keep the need at bay.
Tahoe unbuttons his pants and removes his shoes and socks but to my frustration doesn't lower his pants. I'm salivating at the sight of him shirtless, feeling way to exposed and vulnerable and hoping he would do me the favor of taking his pants off. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but it also heightens my arousal. He does not take his pants off, which only reinforces he is in control and I am not.
The tattoo I saw earlier peeking out of his shirt neckline is now clear for me to see and it's incredible; a phoenix centered on his chest and the wings are spread out and span the breadth of his torso. It is tribal in all black but there are bits of red flames on his rippling abs that dip below the open button of his pants. I suddenly have a mouth-watering desire to trace his tattoo with my tongue. Just looking at him I realize without clothes I could have easily mistaken him as biker or punk with his tattoos up both arms all over his chest. I notice also that both of his nipples are pierced. Just looking at Tahoe I realized I've never been with a man before, just boys. This is what a man's body is supposed to look like.
When my eyes make their way back up to his face, Tahoe is watching me eye fuck him with heat and lust in his eyes. He gives me a slow and penetrating smile.
"Sailor, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into now. Pull your feet up on the bed, knees bent and legs spread. Show me your pretty pussy. I think we'll leave your shoes and garter on for now."
From his pocket, Tahoe pulls out a folding pocketknife and opens it up. My nostrils flare with my sudden fear induced breath in, but I do not safe word; choosing instead to stare at him and wonder what he is going to do next. Tahoe reaches forward and takes the sides of my panties in his hand and uses the knife to cut them off me. Setting the knife aside, he puts my panties in his pocket and pulls me by my knees to the edge of the bed. I'm panting now, and he hasn't even really touched me yet. I feel like I will combust if he doesn't touch me soon.
I want to beg, and almost do, but I remember Tahoe's threat of a spanking and remain quiet watching him with wide eyes. My patience is rewarded as Tahoe bends and bites my nipples one at a time through the lace. He watches me to see my response and after biting my second nipple I cannot help but shake in arousal and frustration.
Tahoe's eyebrow raises and shaking his head I am reminded to remain silent. Finally, he steps back from the edge of the bed and lowers his pants and boxers in one sweep. My eyes must be bugging out when I see the size of him. I lick my lips without even thinking and he chuckles. The tattoos narrow just below where his pants line was, his enormous and engorged penis is pierced! What the fuck? I surely didn't see that coming. Stroking himself, Tahoe looks down at me and I can feel myself get wetter under his gaze alone.
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