If you only knew...

9.Don't dare me

Ana's POV

The room is bathed in a dim light, casting a sultry glow over everything. As I extend my leg, I can feel it trembling from the intense view in front of me.

Xavier moves toward me with deliberate slowness, his expression a tantalizing mix of arrogance and seduction that sends shivers down my spine, causing me to question my decision to challenge him.

His intense gaze fixates on the way my dress clings tightly to my body, accentuating every curve and contour. With intentional grace, he sinks to one knee before me, his fingers lightly brushing against my leg. The delicate movement sends my long dress sliding up ever so slightly, exposing my skin to the tantalizing warmth of his touch. Every subtle caress ignites a spark of tension, leaving me acutely aware of his presence.

"Should I start putting on these stockings, Miss?" he inquires, his voice smooth and inviting. The soft strands of his brown hair fall charmingly over his forehead, while his piercing blue eyes lock onto mine, radiating a mixture of allure and an almost innocent curiosity.

However, my perception has shifted; there is an unmistakable absence of innocence in his demeanor and actions. It's as though his appearance is a facade, disguising the very real danger that I find myself in.

"Y...yes. Put them on!" I replied with a trembling voice.

"Your wish is my command Miss." he nods in such a calm and shy tone, but I know these are just hiding his naughty intentions.
His gaze falls on my leg, while I can slowly feel the fabric climbing up towards my tights. The more it climbs, the tighter his hand grips on my skin.
Every fiber of my being comes alive, and I can feel a warm rush coursing through my body.

He keeps going with the garter belt until he reaches the very top of my inner tights, his face being so close to that area that I can feel his breath tickling me.

"Everything ok Miss?" He speaks gently, his voice laced with a hint of confusion, acting puzzled by my sudden fluster and the heat rising within me.

I try to gain back my voice but before I can even answer, his hand arranges on my stockings and I feel it like a smooth caress upper, between my legs. His head is also inches from my private area and I feel on the verge of tolerance.

"I...I am good, but that's enough." I suddenly answer, a clear sign of defeat being obvious on my face.

"Oh, ok. Let me start with the second leg now." he continues, his voice laced with a playful innocence.

"No, that's enough! I can finish this, thank you!" I stand up suddenly from the armchair, take the remained stocking from his hand, and rush to the bathroom.
I can see him giving me a confused look as if pretending he didn't even see how my body felt so hot and excited.

In a game of predator and prey, I found myself unavoidably trapped in the role of the prey. This time, he didn't even have to try—he effortlessly ignited something deep within me. I could sense his intentions; he was teasing me, aiming to break me down and put an end to my playful antics. But it was far from a game for me. This was a raw, electrifying reality, and I wasn't ready to surrender just yet!

Sitting alone in the bathroom, I find myself trying to piece together the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. Why do I feel so vulnerable, so exposed? It's like there's a fire burning within me, urging me to reach out to him, to demand more than what's been offered. What is it about this moment that ignites such a fierce need for connection?

Suddenly, a thought of Marco flashes through my mind. He would be furious if he knew how I feel right now. What's happening to me?
I feel like I am playing a game that I'm just meant to lose from the start.