The Predator - Chapter 1

 She was a predator.  Not in the traditional sense, but she used men, changed them to suit her needs, even broke them occasionally. 

Once a man caught her eye, it usually wasn’t hard for her to bring them into her orbit.  A few choice words, a few glimpses of her beauty and the trap was set.

She was an expert in luring men in, they were such stupid creatures for the most part.  A little show of skin, a few flattering words and they would be laser focused on her.

On this particular occasion it was just happenstance.  A thunderstorm, a broken down car, and a dead phone led to a man knocking on her door late at night.  He was soaked to the bone and rather pitiful, despite being a fairly large man.

Naturally she invited him in, her phone was out, but he could stay and warm up.  She offered to run his clothes thru the dryer.  He demurred.  “You’ll be here for a while and I can’t have you dripping on my furniture.  Into that bathroom, take everything off.  I mean everything, there’s a spare bathrobe in the closet you can wear if you feel the need”

Something about her tone, he didn’t want to oppose her on this.  It was easier to go along.  Stripping naked and toweling off he reached into the closet for the robe.  It wasn’t too girly, but obviously sized for someone smaller than him.  His shoulders fit, barely, but he would have to hold the robe closed in front, the tie wasn’t going to do it. 

When the door opened, she quickly came in and scooped up the wet clothes, glanced at him briefly, “You look adorable in that old thing” and took the clothes away.

It took her only a few practiced moments to rifle thru his wallet while she loaded the clothes into the washer.  A wife, kids, a company platinum card with a big local firm.  Very promising.

Coming back to him she led him into the living room and pointed to a couch.  Noticing that he was fiddly with the robe, she spoke, “Not quite big enough for you is it?  I’m sorry.  I don’t really have anything here for you.  Perhaps I could find a pair of panties that might stretch enough?”

“Thanks, I’ll manage”

“Very good” she brought him a beer. “Here, you look like you could use this” and sat down close to him.   Her leg touching his, her perfume encompassed him and she began to work.

Asking leading questions, with light touches here and there.  She got him talking, he was slightly dazed to be the sole focus of the beautiful woman.   Talking was easy, answering was easy.  If some question made him uncomfortable, she dropped it quickly.  Likely he would offer it up soon enough anyways.

Soon enough she knew that his marriage, although happy and fruitful, was not overly sexual anymore.  Perfect!  For his part, he could not entirely conceal his growing erection.  He wasn’t used to being so close to someone like this.

She offered to help him out, “It wouldn’t be cheating if you touched yourself while sitting here with me would it?”  He pulled back, but his erection told the truth.  She leaned back, parting her gown slightly and running her fingers down between her breasts, “I’ll just provide a little stimulation”  His hand twitched.  She stood up and deftly moved her foot, hooking his hand and scooting it onto his crotch.  It felt electric, and he could no longer fight it.

“Little boy, you’ll get a better view on your knees, I promise”  He slid off the couch, onto his knees, no longer able to think straight.

He was hooked, time to play, “Slow down little boy, you want this to last for more than a minute don’t you?”

“Sometimes the journey is more pleasurable than the ending, don’t you agree?”

A moan escaped him, but he slowed down.

“BING”

“Oh, your clothes are done, would you like to put them on, or keep going a little bit longer?”

“More please!” he begged

“Good boy” and she stepped closer, looking down into his eyes she purred, “We are going to have such fun together little boy, you want that don’t you?

“Yes, yes please!”

“Before I let you release, I want you to promise that you will ask my permission before you touch yourself again.  Will you do this one little thing for me?”  She leaned down, putting her hands on the side of his face ensuring his focus was solely on her.

Looking up into her lovely eyes, only one answer was possible, “Yes, yes, anything, please!” she smiled and his eyes flared briefly as he somehow knew that this wasn’t just an idle horny promise.  She had a mystical power, promises made to her while the subject was highly aroused were binding, unbreakable.

She quickly stepped back as lights flashed in through the windows.  “That must be your wife, I called her for you when I got the laundry started, we will have to finish this another time.  I’m sorry it would have been such a relief for you to finish now wouldn’t it?”

This moan was longer, pitiful.

“Quick, run and get dressed, I put my twitter account in your wallet.  Remember your promise and when you can’t stand it anymore, reach out to me.  Don’t you dare cum until we talk”

Throbbing, he ran off to retrieve his clothes and return to his wife.

She wondered if he would contact her later tonight, or if he could hold out for a couple days.  EIther way, there would be more meetings, more promises as she hollowed him out.  She had no need to ruin his family.  He’d likely be a better husband before long.  But he would lose his free will piece by piece until there was nothing left.