***
I helped her into the back of the limo, not letting the driver anywhere near her. That was another thing I found myself being very fastidious about. Like the lion when he’s doing the mating dance, I won’t allow any other males anywhere near her scent.
In the back of the car I sat close but not too close, just close enough to keep her aware of me without making her uncomfortable, as I asked her about her week.
It was very telling that not once did she mention her poor treatment at the hands of her benefactor. “You have the most amazing head of hair I’ve ever seen on a woman.” I dropped the compliment casually in the midst of her recital.
She sucked up the small praise and gave me a half smile. The thing about my Kitten, is that I didn’t have to feed her a line, she truly was the most extraordinary being I’d ever seen. The fact that she seemed totally unaware of her appeal only made her that much more endearing.
“I’m thinking of cutting it it’s such a bother to take care of.” She looked at me for direction.
“Don’t you dare, that might definitely earn you a spanking. I love it just the way it is.” I’m going to love it even more when it covers my face as you ride my cock. Down boy, damn!
The conversation gave me the excuse I needed to touch her as I played my fingers through her hair. I wonder if she noticed how she moved so that my hand had easier access, just like a purring kitten under its master’s petting touch.
I wanted so badly to kiss her then, but I didn’t want to spook her, not just yet. If all went as planned, I’ll soon be kissing her lovely lips and more. “We’re here.”
She looked out the window at my announcement. “Where are we going?” She stretched as if coming out of a daze after I released her hair.
It wasn’t lost on me that she’d so naturally given over to me. I didn’t fool myself that she reacted that way to everyone. I knew that just as she’d touched something in me, it had been the same for her.
It was that knowledge that had propelled me to do the things that I’d just spent the last week orchestrating. Not that I would’ve done any different if I hadn’t sensed her attraction to me, I wanted her, it was as simple as that; and if I’d had to work on her to get her under me, then so be it. But it was good that she so obviously felt the pull as well.
“First to get you a phone.” I helped her out after the car pulled up to the curb and led her into the store. The attendants rushed to attention as soon as they saw us walk in.
I let her choose which phone she wanted and she was a bit hesitant about letting me spend that kind of money on her, so in the end I took the decision out of her hands and chose the top of the line one with all the bells and whistles, as well as a nice diamond encrusted case, over which she almost had palpitations.
Not once did I stray too far from her side, in fact you might say I was crowding her. And by the time we’d wrapped up our transaction, she was all but leaning on me.
I made every stolen touch seem as casual and nonthreatening as I could, never once giving away any hint of the hunger that coursed through my blood.
***
After that I took her to lunch. I didn’t really have anything else planned for her today. Tomorrow she was meeting with the stylist and the wardrobe people before having some headshots taken.
I wasn’t needed for any of that, but I planned to be there nonetheless. It was all part of my plan to overwhelm her with my presence. If she’d missed me half as much as I’d missed her in the last week, then she’d be more than susceptible to whatever I had planned.
Marion called just as we were about to be seated, but I let it go to voicemail. “Okay my sweet, what will it be?”
“Do I have to eat different now? I think I read somewhere that models have to eat less.” She seemed worried about that so I set about putting her mind at ease.
“What do you usually have for lunch?”
“Well I love burgers and fries or sometimes I have pizza. We didn’t really have that stuff back home, I mean they had a Dairy Queen but momma usually cooked all our meals…”
She drifted off from her nervous rambling as if thinking she was talking too much. Little did she know that I could listen to her drawl on and on in that sexy sweet accent of hers, with that innocence that was like a beacon for a predator like me.
Not for the first time I was happy as fuck that I’m the one Marion had chosen to pick her up that night. I can’t imagine any other man being able to resist her, and it would’ve been a grave injustice if I’d missed the opportunity, if someone else had gotten to her first.