Paper Machet

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Rory was anxious. She didn’t know what to do, should she call him? Keep going with the project? What she experienced the night before was still blowing her mind. Even more, that she liked it. She let him take charge of her, something she’s never let anyone do before.

But the headmaster wouldn’t care what was going on, the project was due, and if it wasn’t completed she would receive a 0. Unacceptable.

With a sigh she picked up the phone and dialed his number, her heart thumping loudly with each push of a button.

She felt dizzy with anticipation for what might happen next.


a few hours later at Tristan’s house

He was standing in the doorway waiting for her. Scratch that, leaning. He was beautiful, and he knew it. The mansion he was adorning paled in comparison, and it took her breath away.

“You know you didn’t have to send your driver to get me. I could have driven myself.”

“Yes, Mary, I know. Come inside and we can get started.”

She followed him in, staring in awe at the interior of his home. I could get lost in here, no problem she thought to herself.

The kitchen was about the size of her entire first floor.

“Rory, snap out of it, let’s get this done so my parents don’t see the mess we’re about to make.”

They got out the supplies and started working, making quick progress with the sculpture. The entire time Rory was wondering when he was going to do something. Was he going to do something? Did he want to do something, was she not good last night? What was going on?

It seemed like she blinked and they were done. They set the sculpture to dry on the table and cleaned up the mess.

“So…” Rory said into the empty silence.

“So. I’ve got something to show you. Follow me.”

“What is it?”

“You won’t know until you follow me, will you?” and out came the trademark smirk. It was missing all day, his face void of any expression, keeping any emotion hidden, and it was driving her crazy.

Down a long hallway and up two flights of stairs, he turned into a large room.

It was jus as big as the kitchen, and full of books. From ceiling to floor were classic novels, most first or second edition. She forgot he was there and got lost looking at the titles to all of them, finding her favorite authors and stories.

Tristan was happy that he could give her this present. She was so wonderful last night, and deserved a reward. This would also keep her coming back, his inner voice said.


He quietly crept up behind her and tapped on her shoulder.

“We can come back here later, there is something else I’ve got for you?”

“Oh? Lead on mystery man, lead on.” Her eyes were dancing with delight as she spoke.

He took her hand and lead her further on down the hall to the last room on the left. Here he stopped her and turned.

“This is going to be something new, so I need to know that you trust me.” The intensity of his voice made her sober up from her earlier giddiness and answer him with a nod.

“Close your eyes.”

Eyes closed, she was taken inside a room, his bedroom. She felt soft hands remove her shirt, then her pants. Again, that strange feeling in the bottom of her stomach was starting. She was excited, and had no idea what to do.

“Tristan?” she asked quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Speak only when I tell you,” he ordered.

Standing there in her underwear, she had absolutely no idea what was going to happen next. All she knew was that she wanted his hands on her, touching her, everywhere and anywhere.

Tristan removed his shirt and jeans. He stood there staring at her sexy body, feeling himself harden just at the thought of touching her again. But that had to wait. She had to work for his touch. He sat down on his bed.

“Open your eyes.” She did, and stayed exactly as she was, knowing if he wanted her to move somewhere he would tell her.

“Dance for me. Dance the sexiest most provocative dance you can think of.”

Rory was a little confused at first by this request. It wasn’t what she expected, but if it’s what he wants, that is what she will do. He turned on the radio on the nightstand and settled in to watch her.

It was a steady beat, and she picked it up fairly quickly. Her hips rocked from side to side. What was a sexy dance? maybe if I… she brought her hands up to her breasts and slowly massaged them, squeezing them from time to time. if only he wasn’t watching me…maybe that’s it! she closed her eyes and pretended he wasn’t there. Suddenly the music filled her and the dance became everything he wanted.

She squeezed her nipples again, and let loose a sigh of contentment. She pulled her bra straps down, then unhooked the strap in the back. She let it fall without a though and continued touching her breasts. After a few minutes of this her hands crept down her stomach towards her panties, hooking her thumbs into the sides. She turned around and teasingly lowered the top of them, turned back around and gave him a glimpse of her glistening wet pussy.

Tristan was holding on to the mattress with such intensity, his knuckles were white. He watched as Rory took a few steps towards him and kept rocking her hips all the while. She straddled him, still playing with her panties. She slid them off one leg at a time, climbing on top of him and placing herself just out of reach of his rock hard dick.

“Touch yourself.”

Rory’s hand was already on it’s way, sliding her fingers through her lips, feeling her own excitement.

Tristan was about to explode. He grabbed her, put her on her back on the bed and climbed on top of her.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Where do you want me?”

“I want you inside me!” she whispered.

“Like this?” and he thrust himself inside her.

“Yes,” she groaned.

He pumped in and out of her, slow, then fast, then slow again. He would bring her to the brink and then take her back before she could fall over. It was torture, it was frustrating, it was wonderful.

“Turn over,” he commanded, and she did as she was told. He entered her from behind. He was hitting spots now that she didn’t know existed before, and was dangerously close to bringing it all to an end.

And just like that it was over and they lay on the bed sweating and snuggling.

“May I speak?” she asked.

“Yes, you may,” pleased that she thought to ask his permission.

“I was wondering…” she started to blush, and he laughed.

“What were you wondering?”

“Well, if you could pick out an outfit for me. I want to look good for you, but I don’t know what to wear. I’m sorry, that sounds so silly.” She buried her head in his chest not wanting to look at him out of embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t worry. I have plans for you. I already have a few things picked out. Next time. OK?”

“Mmhmm.” She smiled at him. After a bit they got dressed and she went home.

She belonged to him now, and they both knew it.