Silent seduction

Oh, gosh, have mercy. My head is aching. I am never drinking alcohol like ever again. Heck, neither Amelia nor Maya can get me to alter my decision. But wait, to which bed did I wake up?

Yep, like a flood, the events of yesterday came flooding back to Angela's memory. She rushed to check on her torso; peeping underneath the bedspread, she found her junction still unclaimed. She sighs out her relief.

This has to be the home of Mr. Stranger from last night. However, a look around the apartment has Angela screaming:

Freaking rich male, No wonder he made such a foul offer. He must think wealth can gain just about anything.

While it could, to an extent, Still, Angela arose, determined to show him his money can't buy her first intimacy.

The demise of yesterday's liquor has left her with clearer vision, kudos to the wonders of engaging in a good nap. Angela sights her wristwatch, the one she borrowed from Maya, neatly placed on the cupboard next to the bedpost. Reaching out to check the time, she finds the clock ticking 2:41 am.

Good time to tell him views have changed towards the arrangement that brought her here. But for now, her throat requires water. Opening the door of the room she slept in, and unsure of which way to follow, she took to her instincts, following a vertical hall toward the place where food aroma was most emitting.

Barefooted and a brief walk later, she comes into one of the enormous spaces few accommodations could boast of.

Maybe I should correct my impression; this male is mega rich. It won't be surprising to discover his gold-plated crafts as pure gold. Angela pondered. Reaching to feel the framed mirror most close to her, she gasps in shock.

Thought as much. Angela quickly retrieved her hands from the expensive mirror, keen on not breaking the piece. Further into the space, she notices the kitchen looking like yet another work of art, and right inside the sitting room? Wow, now that's an astonishing way to manage space and still be left with an impressive glamour.

When Angela approached his refrigerator, the sort of cold to emit from it alone was enough to make her appreciate a glass of tap water. She rushed to close it. Just how does this modern kitchen work? Now, where to locate his glass cabinet? Angela contemplated.

Starting to feel cold and regretting stepping out without putting on footwear. She takes a moment to rotate the massive space. Damn, it would take ages to examine the contents of his entire drawers. I wish for some luck.

“What are you scouting for?” His deep voice causes her to jerk in fright. Still, that was one desire hastily answered. Turning to meet his face, she looked away, feeling shy from never being this close to a male.

Get it together. Angela, he's human.

And hot looking too; he's making me feel the tingles. He also spells experienced and…

Flora, keep to your opinion; now is a good time to tell him I'm not interested again.

You say that, yet you don't mean it. Look at him standing there, staring at us like, Hey, I know you are attracted to me; check me out. Am I not a fine mate?

Yeah, yeah, you probably meant male. Reading too many wolf stories lately? But, wait a minute, what if he thinks I was about to rob him? Panicked, Angela zooms out on her inner thoughts. Bracing her racing heart, she eyed his presence, taking his features into account. A man like this must have standards; I won't be here if he sees me less.

Yup, just ignore those gold plates. Angela, let's focus on experiencing his skilled hands.

Now is not a pleasant time, Flora; I'm trying not to pee. He's money intimidating.

Yeah, but still choose us.

For once, and since this evening, I'm liking your perspective. Still, he's not playing fair, walking in wearing long black pants but without a shirt to cover the abs. I've to block you now, Flora.

Hey, don't you dare keep me away from the dra…

And just as promised, Angela focused on the present, on the male modeling before her. Flora was right, and she was delusional. Still, he didn't decide on her because she amounted to something material. Awkwardly reaching for her gown, the one that now appears less expensive compared to her environment, she discreetly tucked at its edges to enhance her features. Staring into the depths of his eyes, Angela gets lost in the mixture of green and blue. What an odd combination.

Running her sights downwards, she meets with his hairy chest. Angela gulped, blushing even more when she laid eyes on his nipples. Feeling shy, she excuses her stare, only to come in contact with a long-looking tool.

What the heck is that object? Why does it look lengthy and pointy, too? Angela's inner voice screamed.

The dam. It does appear to be a part of his body. Flora, do you think he intends to put that piece on me?

Gotta check if he's been serious then, you being me and all.

Scared now, Flora?

Yeah? Look, when I asked you to not allow us to die as virgins, I didn't mean to get us torn by his meat.

More like to not get split by his mixed signals, you meant to say, Flora?

Well, he can pride himself on how attracted we feel toward him; Angie. But I'm not a joker.

Better come back here, you envisioned this.

And never visualized this big space to be void of a female, even with an attractive male model, residing on it.

Rex, however, clears his throat, and as usual, brings Angela out of her daydreams.

She scurried to meet his gaze with a questioning stare. With arms crossed in akimbo, Rex stood rooted, appearing unmoved by her shocked demeanor toward his protruding member. Parched, Angela recalls feeling thirsty. The man and his hunk frame can wait.

“Ah… I am seeking for…. Looking for a glass to fetch myself drinkable water.”

Did she just stutter? Aww, the embarrassing moment of it. Approaching her, she becomes weary of the element dangling in between his legs. How long will it take to stay awake? She instantly wished the tool could deflate. But of all the places, it had to be where she stood; he comes searching for a cup?

Yep, he's toying with her, greasing and circling like how a predator does to its prey, only this time this male was playing a different motive. And boy, was it starting to work. Angela could feel her early arousal resurfacing. With no place to run to, Rex brings his hands to cage her while nonchalantly pretending to reach out for the cabinet above. Isn't he silently seducing her?

“Snag the damn thing and let me be, already.” Angela wished to scream. But even she knew he was far from ending their teasing session. Rex moves as if dancing to an imaginary melody, but with his torso directly in sync with her penny's junction.

When his pole rubs on her clitoris. Angela bites on her lips to prevent herself from whimpering. Well, two could play the game. If he's acting nonchalant about his indirect seduction, then Angela intends not to let him know just how much she's falling for his antics.

Once he brought down a glass, she gasped out her relief. However, Angela never expected him to pick her up as if she weighed nothing. By sheer instinct, she uses her legs to entwine his waist.

Rex carried her until he got to his kitchen sink. Using his left palm to hold her, he fills the glass with water. With his dick still placed at the apex of her torso. It stood there, caressing her junction. Like a snail, Angela's labia starts to emerge.

A mouthful gulp afterward. She drained the entire cup’s content. Rex watched every moment as if it were a fascinating scene, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, getting turned on from playing his intended lover's chase.

Once done, Angela hands the expensive glass back to him. Their views meet for the first time since the silent seduction began.

Rex's eyes have dimmed, alike to a male with a determined objection. I should tell him I have changed my mind about being his sub for the night. Angela contemplates. Yet, his gentle approach held her tongue cat-tied in sheer hopefulness.

Rex's demeanor toward this vanilla approach appears like a book's character, falling in love at a glance. How long does it take, anyway? Angela wondered.

As if to fuel the illusions of her limited experience toward the male and female relationships, Rex uses a remote to select on an R&B. The central system resounds over the entire sitting room.

Angela braced herself from falling as he twirls her to the rhythm of the romantic beat.

She allowed tomorrow to worry about itself.