Silent Daughter 1: Taken by Linnea May, Stella Noir Page B

her with expectation.
    "Go ahead," I encourage her.
    She nods and takes off her scarf, unbuttoning her coat next. She places both items on a table behind her before she proceeds. She is wearing a black turtleneck wool dress. It is not very revealing but flatters her slim frame. It suits her well.
    Liz hesitates for a moment until I raise my eyebrows, urging her to continue. She nods and steps out of her boots. Next, she reaches beneath her dress and rolls down the dark pantyhose she is wearing below. Interesting choice.
    Her pale legs look even whiter in comparison to the dark clothing. Her demeanor shows that she is feeling quite exposed already, even though her tight dress still covers most of her body.
    Her eyes fixate on mine in search of approval. I nod and beckon her to proceed.
    "We don't have all day," I remind her, even though that's not true.
    She swallows again and reaches down, grabbing the hem of her dress with both hands before she pulls it up and rolls it over her head, revealing equally dark underwear. She is wearing a lacy black bra and a matching thong, a lot racier than one would expect judging from her fairy-like attire at the party.
    For a few delicious moments, she gets caught up in her dress, her face covered by it as her nearly naked body struggles to get out of the piece of clothing.
    My cock rises to attention, more than ready to be inside of her.
    She frees herself from the dress, leaving her hair in a mess and her cheeks flushed. After she places it with the other clothes on the table behind her, she shoots me a look of accomplishment.
    "Do you think you're done?" I inquire. "I said undress. You're still wearing clothes."
    She looks startled and opens her mouth to speak, but decides against it.
    Instead, she moves her hands behind her back and unhooks her bra. In a futile attempt to cover herself, she shields her breasts as they are freed. They are bigger than her delicate frame would suggest. Round and firm, sagging just the slightest bit due to their size. The perfectly drop-shaped breast of a young girl.
    She hooks her thumbs underneath the waistband of her thong and slowly rolls it down her legs, her boobs dangling seductively as she bends forward.
    "Present yourself," I order as soon as that last item of clothing is gone.
    She looks at me, confused. Her hands instinctively moved forward, shielding her private parts.
    "Don't hide that beautiful body," I clarify. "Move those hands to the side and show yourself."
    She hesitates for a moment but soon obliges. Her slim arms are hanging down at each side of her body as I take in the sight of her.
    She has prepared herself well. Her center is waxed clean, revealing the rosy lips at her entrance. Her nipples are round and full, rising up and down as she breathes in deep and long inhales and exhales.
    My hands wander to my lap, grabbing the hard erection that is poking against my suit pants.
    "See what you're doing to me?" I ask her, rubbing my cock through the fabric. "This is all you. And you'll have to deal with it."

Chapter 8

    LIZ
     
    My eyes are fixated on his lap where he is stroking his erection through the fabric of his suit pants. A wave of pride travels through my body when I see the effect I have on him.
    He looks up at me, his eyes dark and narrow. Foreshadowing. He radiates lust and masculinity, very different from the guys I met in college. It is intimidating. A hint of doubt gets to me, wondering if I will be able to handle this. He will ask a lot more of me than any man ever has before.
    I know he likes me scared, and I am.
    But I love it.
    I don't know how, but he must have sensed that I would be into this. He might have put two and two together when he noticed the marks around my ankles. Was that small clue enough for him to tell? He doesn't even know how I did it or why. He doesn't know what was going through my head when I did it.
    Then again, it seems like he does know.
    "On your knees," he says, nodding towards the floor. He is