Addison searches for a reason as to why she's been captured and sold to be a sex slave. Who are the people who are running this sick operation? She's coerced into doing things she's never done before in order to stay alive. Eagar to please her new master, Addison is stripped of all dignity. In the end she finds solace in the last place she thinks to look.
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Addison realized that she was still kneeling before Jon, and decided to take the opportunity to win his admiration and good favor. She let her eyes fall upon his crotch, and was happily surprised to see that he was already growing hard in her presence. Her will and determination must have been more attractive to him than he was letting on. She smiled at him coyly, raising her eyebrows at his bulging dick.
“Get excited easily?” she asked. He blushed deeply and scowled. Addison could see that, while Jon may have been putting on a tough act, he was really still quite young. He may have even been Addison’s age.
“You’re in a very enticing position. That’s all,” he grumbled. Addison smiled at him, danced forward a little on her knees toward Jon.
“Enticing?” she said, “This? No, no. Let me show you what enticing is. What’s under that silly cloak?”
“You know,” he said.
“Well, I know one thing that’s under there,” Addison said, eyeing the boy’s erection. “Anything else?”
“Not a stitch,” he said, his voice throaty with lust. Addison raised her eyebrows, and let her tongue make its way across her bottom lip, wetting it ever so slightly. She was amazed to realize that she wanted to see Jon’s body. She wanted to be the one that put the prince in his place, the one who conquered the beast once and for all.
“Drop it,” she said, “Please?”
“No,” he said, “You first.”
“I’m hardly wearing anything,” Addison said, “And you’ve already seen me naked.”
“Not up close,” he said.
“Fine,” Addison said. With slow movements, she drew away the straps and garters that snaked around her limbs. She let her delicate underwear fall away from her body, letting her skin meet the chilly air in the chamber. Her nipples hardened as they hit the air, though Addison suspected that they were more aroused than cold. Jon let his eyes rake across her body, taking in her every inch. Addison saw his erection grow.
Without a word of encouragement from her, Jon unclasped his robe and let the garment fall away from his body. Addison’s vision swam a little as she took in this young, beautiful figure. He was even more intoxicating to look upon than his father. His perfect muscles looked natural, not worked on. And the expression on his face, the hungry but sad and distant mask, was impossible to look away from. He was absolutely fascinating, this lost boy, and Addison knew that she wanted more of him. She wanted to crack him open, rattle him, and know him.
She closed the distance between them, feasting her eyes on his delicious young cock. That lengthy organ stood out in front of him, pulsing with desire for her and only her. The flush of hot blood racing through Jon’s dick took Addison’s breath away. She was hypnotized by that glimmering cock, needed to be known by it. Being entered, penetrated by Jon would be to enter a whole new world of complication, passion, and mystery.
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Published January 24, 2013
by Red Garnet Media LLC.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.