exposed

Mr. Harrison was by the fireplace, facing away from me. He took off his shirt, showing strong shoulders and a muscular back. I felt nervous and scared. I knew what I should do, but it was much scarier than I thought.

Before I could think, he turned around and looked at me intensely. "You're late," he said in a low voice that made me shiver. "But I see you tried."

He stepped closer, his chest almost touching mine. He looked at my dress and then traced his hand along my chest. "Take it off," he ordered.

My hands shook as I tried to loosen the ties behind my neck. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving me in just my underwear. He looked me over, and I could see his desire, which scared and excited me at the same time.

"Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now the rest."

With shaking hands, I took off my bra. His eyes followed the movement. The air felt charged with anticipation, just like the heat from the fireplace.

"Lay on the bed," he instructed, his voice smooth and thrilling despite my fear. I obeyed, my knees shaky as I climbed onto the soft bed.

"Spread your legs," he added, his eyes fixed on me. I hesitated, wanting to escape, but I knew I couldn't. Finally, I parted my legs, showing myself to him.

Mr. Harrison moved closer, climbing onto the bed between my legs. He held my ankles and pushed my legs apart. I bit my lip to hold back a sound, looking into his eyes for any sign of kindness.

His eyes were now full of desire. "You're beautiful," he said, touching my inner thigh. His touch sent a surprising jolt of pleasure through me.

Mr. Harrison leaned over, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispered. "To see you like this."

I tried to understand. "But... I just met you," I said quietly.

He looked into my eyes, his grip on my ankles tightening. "That doesn't mean I haven't wanted this," he said, his voice promising something intense. "I've noticed how you move and how dedicated you are."

I blushed, realizing he had been watching me, waiting for this moment. He leaned closer, inhaling my scent. "You're intoxicating," he whispered.

Suddenly, he pinned my wrists above my head, surprising me. I gasped, a mix of shock and excitement filling me. He smirked, enjoying his power over me. "Don't worry," he said softly. "You'll like this."

I closed my eyes, trying to think if this was a mistake or what I actually wanted. His body felt warm against mine, and his kiss was demanding. I instinctively responded, even as my mind raced.

But then, he tried to take things too far too fast. I felt his pressure against me, and panic hit. It was too much. He looked surprised and frustrated. "Why didn't you tell me?" he growled, gripping my wrists tighter.

I gasped, shocked. "It's... not something you just say," I whispered. Realizing I was still a virgin changed his expression from desire to something almost disgusted.

He stood up, his eyes on me, and the room felt different. "Why didn't you say anything?" he demanded. "I don't do virgins."

I was taken aback. Did he want me to just say it out loud? "You never asked," I managed to say, my voice shaking.

Mr. Harrison walked around the room, still watching me. The candlelight made him look even scarier. "You should have told me," he said, his voice tight. "This complicates things."

I lay there, feeling exposed. "What do you mean?" I asked softly.

He ignored me, looking at me one last time before turning away. "You're useless to me like this," he said coldly. "I need someone who can satisfy me, not an innocent girl."

He slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the quiet room, my heart racing and my body trembling with a mix of fear and something I couldn't quite understand.