Clutches of a predator

He leaned forward, his gaze intense and piercing. "Do you know why I called you here?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

There was a hint of something dark, something sinister in his words, a hint of a threat that made her blood run cold. She shook her head slowly, her eyes wide and wary as she gazed at him. She had a feeling that she didn't want to know the answer to his question, that whatever he was about to say would change everything.

She shook her head, her voice coming out as a quiet, trembling whisper. "No," she replied, her eyes darting from his face to the floor and back again. She felt small and helpless under his gaze, like a mouse being stalked by a cat. She could feel a cold, ominous shiver running down her spine, a sense of foreboding that made her skin feel like it was covered in goosebumps. She knew that whatever he was going to say, it wouldn't be good.

He chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her face. He wasn't sure if she was playing dumb, or if she really was that innocent. Either way, he was enjoying the cat and mouse game they were playing. He leaned closer to her, his hand reaching out to touch her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. He watched her expression carefully, searching for any sign of deception.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "Do you know what's happening in the rooms next door?" he asked, his words hinting at something dark and sinister. He watched her face closely, waiting to see her reaction. She shook her head, her eyes wide and scared as she looked at him. She had no idea what he was talking about, but she had a feeling that whatever was happening next door was something she didn't want to know about.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "Do you know what's happening in the rooms next door?" he asked, his words hinting at something dark and sinister. He watched her face closely, waiting to see her reaction. She shook her head, her eyes wide and scared as she looked at him. She had no idea what he was talking about, but she had a feeling that whatever was happening next door was something she didn't want to know about.

He smirked, pleased by her confusion and fear. He could see the wheels turning in her mind, her imagination churning as she tried to figure out what was going on. He took pleasure in her ignorance, in the way her innocence made her so vulnerable to his power. He knew that he could use this to his advantage, to manipulate her in any way he wanted.

He leaned back against the couch, his hand caressing her cheek in a mock gesture of affection. "You're so sweet and innocent," he said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "So pure and unspoiled." He watched her reaction closely, seeing the way her eyes widened at his words. He knew that he had her right where he wanted her, trapped in his web of power and manipulation.

She stared at him with wide, guileless eyes, playing the role of the sweet and innocent girl. Her words came out in a soft, almost shy tone, as if she was completely clueless about what was going on. She made herself look small and vulnerable, knowing that he enjoyed seeing her like that. It made her feel dirty, playing into his twisted game, but she knew it was the only way to survive. She hoped that he would be fooled by her act, that he would buy into the role she was playing and leave her alone.

She could see the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes as she played along, his hand still caressing her cheek as if she was a pet he was stroking. She knew that he was enjoying this, that he was getting off on the power he had over her. He was like a snake, coiled and ready to strike, waiting for her to let her guard down so he could pounce. She tried to keep her expression neutral, to hide her disgust and fear behind a mask of innocent naivety.

He leaned back, his command firm and authoritative. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice low and authoritative. She obeyed, standing up from her seat with trembling legs. She felt small and defenseless under his gaze, like a sheep being led to the slaughter. She stood there, silently waiting for his next command, her heart pounding in her chest.

He pointed to a spot between his legs and commanded her to come closer. "Come here," he ordered, his voice deep and commanding. She obeyed, stepping forward and coming to stand in front of him, her body almost touching his. She could feel the heat coming off him in waves, could smell the spicy scent of his cologne. She felt like she was under a microscope, his intense gaze raking over her body, taking in every inch of her.

He extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, his eyes still on her, watching the way her body trembled under his gaze. His eyes lingered on the deep V-line of her dress, taking in the expanse of porcelain skin that was exposed. He could see the flutter of her pulse in her throat, could see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He found himself becoming more and more aroused at the sight of her, at her vulnerability and her innocence.

He reached out and took her by the hips, pulling her forward until she was standing directly between his thighs. He could feel the heat of her body, so close to his own, and he had to resist the urge to pull her closer, to claim her as his own right then and there. He forced himself to take it slowly, to play the game and draw out their encounter as long as possible.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing labored as he pulled her between his thighs. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, so close to hers, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of conflicting emotions. Fear and desire coiled like twin snakes in her stomach, making her feel like she was on the edge of a precipice, about to fall. She wanted to pull away, but at the same time, she wanted to lean into him, to feel his hardness against her softness.

(\*His hands moved roughly over her hips, feeling the sharpness of her hip bones protruding through the thin fabric of her dress. "You're so thin," he thought to himself, his mind filled with dark thoughts. "You should eat more, so you'll be all soft and pliable for me."

He continued to massage her hips, his fingers tracing the outline of her hip bones through the fabric of her dress. "So thin," he repeated, his eyes fixed on her body. "I could break you in half like a twig, if I wanted to," he thought, a shiver of excitement running down his spine at the thought of having her at his mercy.

"But I'll wait, I'll show restraint and wait until you're ripe for the taking."

Amber could feel the callouses on his hands as they kneaded her hips, their roughness a stark contrast to the satin of her dress. His words sent a shiver down her spine, fear and desire coiling together in a tangled mess in her stomach. She tried to focus on something, anything besides the dark look in his eyes and the way his fingers were moving over her hips, but it was impossible. She was trapped, pinned under his gaze and his touch, unable to escape her own feelings or his overpowering presence.

She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. She swallowed hard and tried again. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She saw the predatory gleam in his eyes, the way they darkened with intent. She could sense the danger in the air, the way his body tensed and coiled like a snake ready to strike.

He laughed heartily, his eyes glittering with amusement at the question. "Of course I'm going to fcuk you," he said, his voice low and dark.

"What did you think I was going to do, give you a back massage? This is what you're here for, nothing more? he added.

He continued to massage her hips, his fingers tracing the outline of her hip bones through the fabric of her dress.

He grabbed her hips roughly, pulling her closer so she was fully pressed against his body. His hands went to her waist and began to bunch the skirt of her dress up, exposing more and more skin to his hungry gaze.

"You're here for one thing and one thing only," he said, his voice dropping to a near-growl. "To satisfy my Every. Single. Need."

As he continued to speak, his hands wandered over her body, pulling the fabric of her dress up higher and higher, exposing more and more of her smooth, pale skin. She could feel the heat of his body pressed against hers, his breath warm against her neck. She felt like a prey animal, trapped in the clutches of a predator, unable to escape his grip or his gaze.