Coercion:Curio Vignettes 01(5)By: Cara McKenna
Caroly’s gaze moves about the room, as though she’s never been here before, never changed the records on my phonograph or played cards with me on the carpet, never laughed so hard she wept, sitting where we are now.
I move my wine to my right hand, laying my left arm along the back of the couch behind her, edging my hip closer. “Don’t be nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“Has it been a long time since you’ve let a man bring you back to his flat?”
She nods, and I wonder if the gesture’s tight hesitance is acting, or her own shyness at taking up the role. She drinks deeply.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“I want you. You can feel that, can’t you? You’ve forgotten what it’s like, to be wanted by a man. To be looked at like a woman.”
“Let me remind you.” I switch to French—seduction sounds best in French. I lower my face, speaking just above her ear. “Come to my bed.”
“I shouldn’t.” Both hands clutch her glass, so accurate a gesture a shiver strokes cool fingertips down my back.
“What are you afraid of?”
“I don’t want to move that quickly.”
“I bet there are things you want that you won’t even admit to yourself.” I kiss her temple, then her ear, letting my breath steam against her skin, letting her hear the moan lurking in my throat. Between my thighs, my cock grows, a hungry animal rousing. I enjoy being this man, one with no crippling fears or cowardly compulsions, only confidence and simple, selfish wants. I curve my arm around her, cupping her shoulder, kneading. I let myself become a seducer whose cock leads his actions, who feels lust so strongly he forgets courtesy and lets the predator inside him roam loose.
This close, I watch the color rise in her neck from desire and alcohol. This close, I see the pulse ticking there. I lean in and draw the tip of my tongue along the vein.
She pulls away, sipping her wine with trembling hands. I can read Caroly like a book, any fear and anxiety plain as letters spelling the names of her troubles across her face. But behind the shaking hands and the distance of her body, I find no true misgivings. Her fear is manufactured, and she wants me. So funny to think such a thing, knowing the man I’m playing feeds himself those sentiments, lies twisted into permission so that he may take whatever he wishes. We are not so different, he and I…except where I trust, he presumes.
I scoot even closer, slipping the glass from her hands and setting it on the table along with my own. “Surely kissing would not be too much.”
She lets me cradle her jaw and accepts a light brush of my lips against hers. I pull back and smile. “That was not so bad, no?”
“We can kiss.” She’s breathless, false nerves and true excitement. “But that’s really all. I need to go slowly.”
Leaning in, I caress her cheek with my thumb and speak against her temple. “If it is slow you like, I can make love to you for hours. Slow as honey. Just as sweet.”
“No, not tonight.”
“You’re cruel, to make me want you so badly. To smell so good…” I breathe her in, that faint lavender scent of her shampoo, the amber and vanilla perfume she dabs behind her ears each morning. “Do you taste as good as you smell?”
She wriggles when my hand drops to cup her breast, and she plucks the offender away, moving it to her knee. I run it up her thigh, halted when I upset the hem of her skirt.
“I can’t help it.” Though she blocks me from reaching higher, I easily slide my fingers between her thighs. I have half a breath to marvel at her warmth before she pulls my hand away, setting it on my own knee this time. I cup my stiffening cock, leaning back so she’ll see. “You make me so hard, I can’t control myself.”
“Just kissing tonight. Please.”
The please reminds me of other clients I’ve known, with harsher desires still. So many fantasies to reenact with Caroly…and happily so many nights ahead of us to do so, for as long as my novelty lingers.
I stroke myself lightly, as a hesitant woman might, and in this game it heats me as no aggressive, appraising touch could. “Let me show you how much I want you.”