Coerced

Chapter 12

Shannon POV

I was working on a file making some amendments on the existing data when there was a knock at the door and Mara walked in. 

People may call me a love struck clown but I don't mind it. No matter the number of times I see her, a smile automatically holds on my rims. I go to her and kiss her cheek. "My parents have invited both of us for dinner today. I told them about you and they wanted to meet you." I inform her in glee. 

"Come home with me this evening and we can leave from there together." My words go mellifluous as I tug a strand of hair behind her ear drinking in every bit of her innocence.

She looks down to her feet contemplating her next words. "Should I go with you?" She asks me in nervousness, her skin going pallid in moments. Holding her cold hands in mine, I run the pad of my thumb on the back side of her palm tenderly to pacify her.  "I will take care of everything. Don't worry, my parents are friendly and caring." My tone goes husky in lust as I meet her eyes. I wish I could plaster her on me the whole life. I did not know when she became my addiction. Holding her fragile frame in my hands I brought her to my chest making sure she was no more tense.

That evening I took her home. Her sweet silvers move around observing the mansion in surprise and excitement. I lace my hands around her waist from behind and kiss her forehead. "Did you like your new home?" She places her small hands on my chest and nods in shyness looking at the floor. Jesus! Was that a confession that she is gonna marry me? She is going to kill me one day by throwing her charm.

"Come with me." I clear my throat getting out of the trance she brought in me and take her hand in mine. Guiding her to the master bedroom, I show her how I set all her belongings neatly including her pictures and clothes. Though she was stepping into the room for the first time, the place was hers much long ago. She should know she occupies a very important place in my heart. I was gradually preparing her for our final step. 

She was not the usual sort of a girl whom I would date, find out her tastes and likings and see my chance with her. For Mara it is marriage first and then love. She was an experiment I have no experience in doing. But ironically everything concerning her gives me a thrill that I'm bent on excelling.

"Your house is very beautiful." She compliments me looking around the luxurious boudoir. I pat her cheek with my fingertips in adoration. "Sweet cakes, it’s not 'your home', it’s 'our home'. Now that you came here I want to celebrate this occasion by giving you something." 

Walking inside the walk-in closet I pull out a box. "I bought this for you. The color is my favorite. I wanted to see you in this with your hair down. And this is the jewelry you will wear with it." I tell her in plaudits. 

She raises her eyebrows in surprise. You want me to see me with loose hair? I burst into chortles viewing her amazement.  "They are my parents, not Lotharios. I want them to watch you in your best looks. And when they come out with credits, I wish to feel that pride which every husband wishes to witness about his wife.”  My voice goes throaty in a soft whisper playing her tendrils around my finger. 

“But in case you don't like the gift there is no compulsion. We can always order anything online of your choice." Kissing her forehead I close the door behind exiting the bedroom to give her privacy. We had not done anything sensual till date though every ounce in me screams to take her right away every time I see her. But I do not want to rush her. Sex can wait until the day she is completely comfortable with me.

I took a shower and got dressed in a casual blue T-shirt and dark blue denims. After applying the gel I combed my hair to a side that was trimmed perfectly in a military cut. Spraying my cologne I was ready for the dinner and went to the master bedroom to check upon Mara. As if on call she unlocks the door and my eyes go struck in a haze watching the Angel standing in front of me. 

"How do I look?" She asks me anxiously. Her pale hands were playing the helm of her blue dress in pensiveness. I bought it for her yesterday after five hours of churning out half of the markets in Miami. My eyes record every detail about her beguiling physique, starting from her full pink lips, to her perfect bosom moving down to her slender waist. I could smell her - the stunning scent of peaches. Little did she know I started eating peaches because they remind me of her. 

My shaft tightened in anticipation. Before her virgin eyes could distinguish the lechery pooling in my insides, I smartly adjusted my pants to not get discovered. She is a neophyte who doesn't know the power she withholds on me. "You look beautiful, sweet cakes." My voice goes hoarse plunged in amour.

"Shannon" she whispers, striking my stance with her mesmerizing grays. That was the first time I could hear my name fall on her brims. I never thought just listening to my title in her voice would get me an erection. My phallus was aching begging me for a release but I knew I had to resist the twinge. Pulling Mara to my chest I run my hands on her back subdued. I was so happy to feel she fits in my arms so perfectly.

"I am going to do something to ease you from your wistfulness. If you feel uncomfortable you can always tell me to stop. I wouldn't mind." My eyes capture her gaze holding a promise.

Lifting up my hand, I ran my fingers gently through her long locks of hair, the act that I admire doing always. Her hair felt like silk running between my digits. She stopped breathing, her eyes never leaving my face. I tenaciously brushed my fingertips on her soft cheeks along her jaw. My thumb was tracing her upper lips that were so pink wondering if her nipples and pussy were of the same gorgeous color. Her eyes close and she shifts in her seat ever so slightly. Grasping hold of her chin I lifted her face to mine and my lips landed on hers. 

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Gently I ran the tip of my tongue along her closed mouth and sucked the pad of her bottom lip mildly. My heart misses a beat and I could feel hers did too.  She inhales deeply and slowly opens her mouth. Her tongue willingly joins me in the dance. I circle my hands around her slender frame bringing her closer to me. I could feel her heart beat rapidly against mine. Our kiss became more and more desperate and I could hear groans escaping my throat. I was never so turned on for a mere kiss. The steamy nights I had with innumerable girls were in no comparison for the bliss I feel at the present. Just a kiss from her and it was all that took for my cock to screech for a release.

I knew she didn't have any experience in kissing and I had to take it slow. It took every iota in me not to pounce on her like a hungry wolf. I am her first and will be the last man she is ever going to copulate. Like a randy teenager, the feeling gave me a sweet thrill of a roller ride. 

I circle my hands to her slim waist and lift her to my lap. I free her brims of the succulent deed. A slow smile engrafts her features and she hides her face in the crook of my neck. Those bashful smiles…..I have not seen that kind of purity in any girl I had been with till date. "Did you like the distraction, cup cakes?" I ask, running my hand on her head that was still hooked under my chin. She bites her lip facing me and nods her head timorously.

Fucking, I can't wait to make her mine.