Manipulated (2 page)

             
Dan turned back to the TV. “Then why are you asking me?”

             
Now it was Emma's turn to sigh. “I don't know,” she lied. “Maybe I just need a little reassurance. Do you think I'm pretty Dan?”

             
“Never thought about it,” Dan said, still focused on the TV.

             
“Well think about it,” Emma said. She got up from the bed, and walked around in front of him. “What do you think?” she said, and did a slow twirl.

             
“Do you want honesty, or flattery?”

             
Flattery.
“Honesty.”

             
A wicked grin flashed across his face for a split second – gone so fast she might have missed it if she weren't staring so closely at him. “Honestly,” he said, “I've always hated Zeppelin.”

             
She wasn't going to let him cop out that easily. Without even thinking, she grabbed the shirt by the hem and whipped it off over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Standing before him in nothing but a pair of thigh-high striped socks, she mentally called out her challenge - but her face showed nothing but a faint smile.

             
For a long time, neither one of them spoke. Emma was determined – absolutely determined – not to be the one to break the silence. She was playing in the big leagues, here, and she'd be damned if she was going to give another inch. It was only when she began to suspect that he was looking past her at the TV that she finally broke down and spoke. “Well?” she said.

             
“You're beautiful,” Dan said, “A perfect specimen of womanhood. Now put your clothes back on and get the hell out of my room.”

             
Emma fought back her grin, but no amount of mental yoga could stop her from blushing. She could feel it creeping into her cheeks, down her neck, and across the tops of her breasts.
Why is he affecting me this way?
she thought, but decided she didn't have time to worry about it. “What's wrong, Dan?” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice as if she were on the verge of laughter, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”             

             
“Yes.”

             
That's it? Just “yes”?
Once again, his blunt answers were wrong-footing her. Dan wasn't supposed to just admit that he was uncomfortable. That never happened in the movies. How the hell was she supposed to respond to that? “Why?” she said, “Never seen a naked woman before?”

             
Now it was Dan's turn to laugh – although, in Emma's opinion, he over did it a little. He laughed long, and loud, as if he'd just been told a hilarious joke. In that moment, Emma made a vow to herself to never stand naked in front of a laughing man again. It was the most humiliating thing she'd ever done, and the blush that had been incipient arousal quickly became the red flush of shame. With almost super human force of will she fought the urge to turn and run.

             
“Yes,” Dan said, “That's exactly it. I've never seen a naked woman before.” He got up from the bed and stopped to pick up her discarded shirt. “Now go on,” he said. “You've had your fun. Get out of here.”

             
He tossed her the shirt he'd just picked up. It hit her on the stomach and fell to the floor – she made no move to catch it. “If it hits you in the hands,” Dan said, “You're supposed to catch it. I don't know much about football, but I definitely remember that.”

             
Emma just stood, stock still and frozen, her mind moving in two dozen ways at once. Dan took a few steps toward her, picked up her shirt again, and set his hand gently on her shoulders. “Here,” he said, holding the shirt out to her with the other hand.

             
“Do you really think I'm beautiful?” Emma said, because she honestly wanted to know. Her plan was getting out of hand, but even now she had to try.

             
“Yes,” Dan said. “You'll make some man very happy one day. Hopefully not the layabout.”

             
Chauvinist
, Emma thought, but at the same time she saw a way back onto the path she'd plotted. “Are you happy, Dan?” she said.

             
“At the moment?” Dan said, “I'm tired and I just want to finish Iron Chef and go to bed.”

             
Emma took a step in. There wasn't much distance between them to begin with, so after her step she was flush on his body. She could feel her breasts pressed against his strong chest, and lower, against her stomach, she could feel his manhood through his thin satin trousers. Either he had an absolutely massive cock, or he was at half-mast.

             
The thought that she was affecting him flushed Emma with arousal again. This time even more than before. Her pulse races, and she could feel herself beginning to get wet. Wet at the thought of Dan – of Dan touching her, tasting her, taking her. These emotional boot-leg turns were something else, she decided. “But are you
happy
?” she whispered.

             
“Go to bed,” Dan said. His voice was low, and husky, and she could feel the reverberations in his chest. Emma slid her hand up his leg, hooking her thumb into the top of his white satin trousers. “You don't know what you're getting into,” he said.

             
He moved to pull away, but Emma wrapped him I her arms and stopped him. He was much stronger than her, so if he'd really wanted to he could have stepped back. That meant he didn't really want to, right?

             
It was enough for Emma, anyway.

             
“Do you ever fantasize about me?” she said.

             
“No,” Dan said, but Emma was pretty sure she felt a stirring down below. “Go to bed.”

             
“What a good idea,” Emma purred. “Let's go to bed.” Was that another twitch?

             
“No,” Dan said. “You go to your bed, and I will go to mine. Immediately.”

             
“Or what?” Emma said, “Daddy's going to bend me over and spank me?” There was no mistaking it, this time. His cock had definitely twitched when she'd called him Daddy. She
had
him. The power was heady.

             
“Go,” Dan growled.

             
“No,” Emma said. She pulled her hands down his chest, sliding one into his trousers to grab his cock. He was definitely aroused. She squeezed him gently, then began to stroke. “No, I don't think I will. Daddy's little girl had a better idea.” Dan put his hands on her shoulders and roughly pushed her back. Emma quirked a brow at him. “Oh, is that how you want it?”

             
She sank to her knees, and quickly pulled down his trousers.
My god,
she thought,
he's huge.
Emma wasn't a shrinking violet by any means, but she'd never seen a cock so big as Dan's. Even at half-mast, he was already bigger than her boyfriend. It was almost frightening.

             
But this was hardly the time to chicken out. She took him in her hand, and looked up at his face. “What a big cock you have, Daddy,” she said. His cock jumped in her hand, and she smirked. Then, she looked back down at the task at hand. She licked the tip of his cock ever so gently, enjoying watching him twitch. Once she'd laved the entire head of his cock, and one long stroke down the shaft, he was fully hard – and no longer protesting. She wondered if she could even fit it in her mouth, but decided there was only one way to find out.

             
She laid the tip of his cock against her lips, and then looked back up to meet his eyes. Without ever breaking eye contact, she slowly took his whole head into her mouth, feeling her jaw stretch to accommodate his girth. She winked.

             
Suddenly, his hand were in her hair and he was forcing her head forward. With a single thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt in her throat. It hurt – she couldn't breathe – it was too much – too fast – and finally she stilled. His hand were strong, unmoving, in charge, and she knew that she would never let up until he got what he wanted. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

             
“Now,” Dan said, his voice no longer rough but smooth as silk. “This is exactly what's going to happen. I'm going to pull myself out of your mouth, and then you are going to turn around and run away. Nod if you agree.”

             
His hands were cruelly twisting her hair, and his cock was brutally large in her throat. With a racing pulse and shaking hands, she nodded a single time.

             
“Good,” Dan said. As quickly as they'd come, his hands were gone and he was standing a step back from her, his cock like a flagpole in front of him.

             
Emma shakily got to her feet and turned toward the door, fully prepared to flee. Out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention – her shirt, lying on the ground two steps away. For some strange, irrational reason she had to get it. She couldn't leave without her shirt. She didn't know why. She took two steps, stooped to pick it up, and then froze when she heard Dan's voice behind her.

             
“Oh,” he said, “So you've decided to stay?”

             
Emma realized then what she should have before – that she was bare naked, wantonly bending over in front of Dan's massive cock. She also realized that, despite her quivering fear, she was absolutely soaking wet.

*   *   *

              Emma popped up and whirled around, her shirt forgotten. If she'd picked it up, she'd have hidden behind it. As it was, she crossed her arms across her chest. She didn't know what to say.

             
Dan chuckled. “Nothing to say? Good. I hear enough of your inane babbling as it is. Since you've decided to stay, despite my warnings, we will now do things
my
way. You will remain completely silent. Understand?”

             
Emma moved to answer and then froze – was she supposed to be silent already? She nodded, just in case.

             
“Good girl,” Dan said, “You pick up quickly.”

             
Emma didn't say anything. That was the game, wasn't it? She just shrugged. Dan covered the distance between them in one long step, and took her by the shoulders. He lead her over to the bed, and sat her down – putting her face to face with his massive cock once again. Emma took him in her hand.

             
“No,” Dan said, “None of that. We're doing this my way. Lay back.”

             
Emma complied, laying back across the bed. Dan move around to her feet, taking them in his hands, then pulling one leg to the edge of the bed. Emma looked down to see what he was doing, and was shocked to discover he was wrapping her ankle in a silk rope. Her other ankle came next, leaving her wantonly spread open in front of him.

             
But Dan wasn't done, yet. Next came her left wrist, and then her right, so her body formed an X across the bed.
Obviously he's into bondage,
Emma thought.
Enough to have restraint built into his bed. Wait... does that mean my mother's into bondage?

             
She quickly buried that last thought. Deep.

             
Once she was fully trussed, Dan went back down to the bottom of the bed and positioned himself between her legs. But he wasn't looking at her body – he was staring directly into her eyes. “Now,” he said, “You may think that you know what you're getting into. You may think you've done this before. But trust me, you have no idea.”

             
As he was talking, his hand found her pussy. Two fingers slid in with no resistance at all, and his thumb found her clit with unerring precision. Less than five minutes in, and she was as wet as she'd ever been in her life – for the first time, she was beginning to suspect Dan may be right.

             
“Obviously you've been had before,” Dan said, his fingers roughly emphasizing her lack of hymen. “So you know what it's like to be wet and open.”

             
It should have been hard to focus on his words when his every movement of his thumb sent lightening bolts of pleasure through her, but until he broke eye-contact she couldn't look away. His voice was doing as much for her as his hands.

             
“Good,” Dan continued. “That's how you belong. Wet and open, laid back like a whore, spread for the taking.”

             
She should have argued. She should have protested. But even now she was pulling against her restraints, grinding her pussy against his multi-talented fingers – she found it hard to protest. His fingers had found their rhythm now, deliciously teasing and almost painfully slow. She wanted it hard, and fast, and now, and all he was doing was taunting her. He ground his thumb against her clit suddenly, and she felt herself tighten around his fingers. She bit back a moan.