She heard his voice and by some impulse looked at him and despite her fear, despite her uncertainty, despite the bewildering, unnamed feeling growing deep inside her, she wondered. She wondered who he was. She wondered how it was possible that she had gotten to this point. She wondered what he expected to do to her. Most of all, as she looked into his chameleon face, she wondered what was going to become of her. All this passed behind her eyes in the space of seconds.

Her reverie ended when one of his knuckles brushed her clit. She stiffened for a moment, her fingers pressing into his thigh. He almost laughed in triumph, almost laughed at the knowledge that her wetness was beginning to coat his fingers. He took a child's joy in spreading some of that wetness around her curly pubic bush, matting her netherhair. She was his, his to use for his pleasure, and it would become her pleasure too, in time.

"Go on," he said, his fingers separating her outer lips, "You've got beautiful hands. Let me feel them."

She knew what he wanted, but she still wasn't sure she could do it. She stroked the hairs on his thigh, fingertips playing on his skin. She kept her fingers next to, but not quite touching, his hardness. The stroking seemed to appease him, but wouldn't for long, she knew. Breathing in, looking only at his thigh, she let her hand drift over him, fingers gliding along the soft fleshy covering of his hard length. It was warm, and before she knew she would do it, her fingers stroked the foreskin. It was an odd thing, his cock, hard and rigid on the inside, yet soft and yielding on the outside. It lay in a nest of curly, somewhat coarse hair. There were even hairs on the thing itself, near where it joined his body. It ended in a soft, blunt tip. A wet tip, she discovered, as her palm touched it, feeling a bead of his precum.

His fingers continued to stroke her mound in a soft, almost hypnotic way. Somehow her fear was forgotten, for the moment at least. In its place she found a strange, warm, itchy feeling. Almost of their own volition, her fingers curled in, not fully encircling his cock, but feeling its sides. Her face took on a look of strange concentration. No pleasure showed there, nor even -it would have surprised her- fear. Only an unbidden, overriding curiosity. Her thinking mind had partially closed, out of self-preservation. She could not have known that an older part of her brain would begin to take over. This part directed her inquisitive fingers, which began making small stroking motions.

He smiled in surprise as she began to stroke him. He had figured she was stalling when she started caressing his thigh. He had let her, knowing she would have to get used to touching him if she was going to be any good. He was preparing to prod her some more when she began to touch his cock on her own. What really surprised him, though, was the new attitude that seemed to come over her. She was going almost on autopilot, but she was still there. Her fingers moved without boldness, but without hesitation either, just a deliberate, searching slowness. And it felt good. Her fingers were soft and warm, and seemed to know just how to touch him. He had not expected this, at least not this soon, but he grinned as he thought how best to make use of this new development. His fingers continued to stroke her mound as his brain worked, and, deciding to test his new toy, he slipped his index finger between her outer lips. The little moan she let out surprised her, and kept him grinning.

She raised her head slightly at the sudden intrusion. She had moaned and, a second later, realized it. Her hair had parted slightly, and she looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. In the back of her mind she didn't like his smug, self-satisfied grin, but that was almost an afterthought. She was beginning to feel something like what she had felt during some of the more enjoyable petting sessions she'd had, and that bewildered her further. He was controlling her, his whole presence was threatening her, and yet his fingers somehow felt right touching her, felt good reaching inside her, and that warm, wet, itchy feeling was starting to spread through her belly. And her own fingers! She was making him feel good, she was sure, but she had no idea how she knew what to do. She had no idea why it felt like he belonged in her hand.

She kept on going, so he started running two fingers back and forth between her pussy lips. She kept on slowly masturbating him, this virgin. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes mostly shut, but still she kept on, and her fingers now completely encircled him. He wasn't sure how aware she was of what she was doing, but he was quite sure that she wasn't aware that her hips were starting to move ever so slightly on his fingers. The trick would be to keep her going a while longer, then face her with what she was doing. She would have to know that she was his, have to know that she simply was, that even her body knew it, and she would have to resign herself to the fact. Then, eventually, embrace it. He grinned as he planned relishing the work ahead. Almost casually, but watching her closely, he took some strands of her hair in his free hand and used the ends to start tickling one of her hard, pink nipples.

Jenna was losing control of herself, all of her focus going to his fingers working in the tender moistness between her lips. She had been this far before but only once and her body remembered. She fought at first to keep her wits about her. She was afraid her hand wrapped around him would do something wrong and make him angry. Yet, her mind slipped further away as her body began to gently rock with his fingers' motions. She fought for balance too as she continued to curl forward with the growing ache deep in her belly and his fingers fueling it. Her free hand came up and spread across his bare chest at one loud moan she made. Again she was surprised but could not break through the mist of pleasure filling her head.

Nathan kept working her, grinning, watching her literally bend to his control. Her fingers reflexed around his stiff cock every time he brushed her clit. For Jenna it was nearly a shock to have him touch such a tender spot, her body reacted with a small lurch and hushed gasp through parted lips. Eventually she curled forward over his arm enough that she leaned against him, her hard nipple pressing his skin. Her forehead came to rest against his shoulder as she writhed over his fingers. Her hand squeezed and released his hard column of flesh. She had no idea she was doing it.

Within her were waves of something, heat, tension, something coiling and building to release. He teased her. He knew how to touch her to bring her to the edge then drew her back. Jenna's quiet moaning had become almost sorrowful. It was torturous to be so close and not allowed to rush over the edge of this painful pleasure. When her pitiful sounds became panting, he knew he would not be able to stay her much longer. Any movement might allow her to get what he would not let her have, yet.

He let his hand go still between her lips. He left his fingers there to keep her opened up for him and for her, so she could feel the damp cool air on her wetness. When Jenna leaned back enough to look up at him with half-lidded eyes, her hand gripped his cock beneath her notice. His free hand slipped around the back of her neck, gently at first then closed in a handful of her hair to pull her head back so she could get a good look at his face. His look was grinning, yes, and feral, predatory. He arched a brow as his grin broadened. Jenna was coming back, without the trance of his fingers' movement and from the pain of his hand pulling her hair. Her eyes opened fully as she took in his gaze and wondered again what he would do, was about to do.

His hand at her neck suddenly pulled her face to his. At the same time, he slid his middle finger up hard inside her tight wetness. His mouth covered hers harshly as his hard tongue forced in to kiss her deeply. Jenna's throaty scream was completely lost in his punishing kiss. Renewed horror struck her mind at the same moment that her body got the push it needed and the waves of orgasm crashed through her. His finger was rammed inside her and she felt the violation but her body was convulsing. The rings of muscle inside her tightened around his finger and released to tighten again with each wave. Her hand too had a firm but pleasurable grip on his rock hard cock. More droplets of his thick precum slipped from him.

When his mouth released hers, she only had energy to draw her head aside and let it drop to his shoulder. She was gasping for air and making short sobbing cries as tears began to run, from the release and from the realization that he was still in her. She knew this was only the beginning and could barely fathom what the possibilities were. As soon as it occurred to her where her hand was, she released his cock.

Nathan took great pleasure in the last few pumps of his finger inside her for it made her lurch against him, pressing her breasts and hard nipples into his own chest. His hand withdrew slowly. He ran it up her spine to leave a streak of her own wetness there. Jenna drew her arms in close with what little energy she had. She wanted to be far away from him but was temporarily unable to move her legs. She shivered as his finger drew up her back. His hands stroked her hair then and Jenna blinked away a few last tears. She couldn't believe the tenderness of his touch nor what she swore she could hear. He was whispering, shushing her, making a calming sound. The man who had just entered her against her will was… comforting her?

"Sssshhh, ssshhh, easy now, easy. You can rest now. Come here," Nathan said softly.

Drained and disoriented, Jenna found herself cradling into Nathan's arms. She knew and yet could not believe that the hard, dominating man from moments before and the tender, consoling man who was holding her now were one and the same. Utterly bewildered, she sank into his embrace, sobbing quietly, desperate for any safe place, any moment of respite. She burrowed into him and tried to quiet her mind.

Nathan stroked her, showing as much tenderness as he had shown cruelty earlier. He wanted to possess her, and he would do exactly what was necessary to make her his.

He knew that pain and harshness alone would not bind her to him, just as pleasure and softness alone would not. He would use both, be both, and if he was skillfull enough, she would bind herself to him.

Still stroking her, he cupped her face toward him and said, "That was just the beginning, Jenna, just a sampling of what lies ahead. I can show you all the pleasures our bodies have to give. I can teach you how to draw those pleasures out, again and again. Remember that fluttering in your belly, that sense of pressure building, like a roller coaster, just before the big drop?

"Do you remember the release? The feeling of your body coming to life on its own, your muscles spasming on their own, with nothing for you to do but enjoy the ride? That can be yours again, Jenna, the wave after wave of pleasure, of the warm wet falling.

"But it will happen my way, Jenna. Like I said before, you belong to me now. Your life is mine, for as long as I say. I make the rules and you follow them. You receive the pleasures I let you have. I decide what you will do, and I decide what you can decide for yourself."

As he continued to speak, binding her with his words, Jenna's mind churned even as her eyes were locked to his. Her tired, abused, yet somehow happy body dragged on her mind, made it difficult for her to think. And yet she was aware enough to feel the conflict within her.

She found herself falling into him, being pulled in by his gravity, held by his voice. She wanted to be his, wanted to feel alive again, always. She couldn't bear to be without the sensations he gave her. His touch could be so strong and so soft...

And yet at the same time she wanted to run from him, to flee before he could do any more to her. She feared his strength even as it comforted her. His ruthlessness drew her and repelled her at the same time. Most of all she was terrified of his unpredictability, his duality. Harsh one minute, gentle the next. Comforting, then demanding, in control always.

Could she be so scared because she wanted both, needed both? The answer loomed in her mind.

"Decide now, Jenna. I said you are mine, and at this moment you are. With one word you are on your own, never mine again. Or you will be mine, always. Choose." His eyes burned hers.

She swallowed hard. A choice? A much wished for but now impossible choice?! Jenna slowly withdrew from Nathan and curled herself up, still sitting between his legs. Her hands wiped at her cheeks as she blinked at his piercing gaze. So much to consider, especially the paradox of why she was hesitating at all. Why didn't she run? Why didn't she jump up immediately, grab her things and go?! Now!

But she didn't. She sat with her knees pulled up close, one arm wrapped around them. Her free hand ran through her hair. She sniffled away a latent sob. She searched his face. No expression, no hints for her, no reassurance that she shall ever get the warm tenderness from him again. He promised more of the consuming pleasure that still fogged her mind. But what would he ask in return? What price would she have to pay? He was capable of really hurting her, but would he? Did he really intend to take away all her freedom? Surely she wouldn't be in his presence every minute. Surely he meant that they would see each other exclusively and he would teach her things but not that he would truly own her. She couldn't really imagine it. They were here now due to circumstance and he had taken advantage of it but they would leave here and things would get back to normal except… she would not be with him.

The thought of being away from his control was a relief but sadly so. She had thoughts of things she wanted to do that never occurred to her before. She thought of some things he might want from her that were bad, wrong, but he might make her do them. He might make her do things she couldn't conjure in her worst nightmare. How could she know? The tickle of her own moisture between her legs made her take a shuddered breath. She opened her mouth to speak then closed it again, not ready to commit to a decision yet. She wanted to discuss it. She wanted to ask many questions, but she feared he would send her off then and take away the choice. But isn't that what should happen? Shouldn't she go? Jenna began to rock slightly as she drew in her lower lip to bite it.

Nathan tilted his head, watching her. Her eyes were still on him but he could see the decision tormenting her. He waited patiently for her answer, one he thought he already knew, if he'd played her right. If she really wanted to leave, he'd be alone again already. While she debated, Nathan's eyes took in the sight of her. With her knees drawn up, Jenna shielded herself but there were still hints and swells, curves and nooks for him to enjoy. He wanted to reach out to brush the stray hair from her face, trace the fine line of her neck, press his hand down to make her part her knees for him. He wanted to stand over her again and this time show her how to please him, let her warm but tentative mouth bring him to shuddering orgasm.

She looked so vulnerable, pouting, confused. She needed his command but he would not give it, not for this. She must choose. He wanted to console her, comfort her distress, but her weakness called to him in another way too. In fact, his member stiffened at the thought of it. How pleasurable for him to take her to the depths of shame and fear then show her how much she was enjoying it. So far, they'd had only a taste. She had been too willing, succumbed too easily. His mind was reeling with the prospect of the serious work ahead for them. So many things he had in store for his new instrument. In time, he thought. Soon he would have her to play in any manner he liked. In time. It wasn't just her body he wanted to conquer, though it was exquisite. He wanted her mind, her will. She was new to it all, a fresh slate, so much for him to work with.

At last he looked back at her face and her eyes were lowered, seemingly still in thought. He followed her gaze. Whether she was cognizant of it or not, her gaze was fixed on his cock, which again rested on his thigh. When Nathan spoke to her again, she startled and looked up quickly. He merely kept his gaze and relaxed grin on her. His voice was calm, but firm. "I grow impatient. You will say now… belong to me or go forever. What is your choice?"

Her mouth opened before she had breath to speak. The words fell out clumsily. She wasn't sure where they came from, but she heard herself say, "I have a l-lot to learn." Again she held her breath, not knowing if this was consent enough for him. She didn't know if she would have the courage to say it more plainly, but it was consent. She would belong to him. Even as the thought formed in her mind, so had the sinking feeling of dread. What was she doing? But the tickling between her thighs and burning deep within her, both said they didn't care.

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