It almost looked like she was blushing, approaching the counter with some measure of shame. Clarice was still crying a bit, but not out of sadness, but out of guilt. Delicate hands grabbed the counter, and Percy took a moment to admire those, too; her still somehow perfectly painted nails as she pulled herself to the clear surface, pausing for a moment. Her body still showed no imperfections despite what had happened, reminding him again of the things in this dream he could control: nothing would be damaged unless he wished it. And at this moment, he wanted her body unmarred, perfect, like a statue in the town hall that nobody ever scratched, that weather never spoiled.
She paused, looking at him. "Why did I steal the ring?"
"I don't know. You're the thief." He was unmoved by her moist, darkening eyes; sadness and guilt on them that he could not afford to care about. He watched intently as she draped herself on his counter top; enjoying the sight of her breasts pressing into the glass display she'd just raided, her nipples pushing into what was suddenly an unrelenting surface. Offering herself to him, her head hanging off of one end, her legs off of the other. A meal to be feasted upon, not entirely by mouth or teeth as his hands wandered to her smooth, perfect back, touching it as if to confirm that this was a dream.
It was, and it wasn't. It was his fantasy, his control of a being that had free will, something more delicious then any of the treats this world could offer. Percy was enjoying something that wasn't meant to be his. "Please don't hurt me." A quiet request from her that he saw fit to ignore; it wasn't that he would hurt her. But it was no longer Clarice's choice. It was one she had never had in his plane, in what he was determined to make his. A pleasant smell wafted to his nostrils, and he longed to taste it, to see if she was as scrumptious as she appeared to be.
He quickly walked behind her, to the other side of the counter, his 'eyes' never leaving her splayed form. At her rear now, her feet, still in her heels, bunched against her body. On any normal woman, the shoes would have long been discarded, but they were still there because he wanted them there. It was his world, and he wanted her like this, more than she knew. More than she would ever know. A small part of him wanted to remove the remaining barrier she had on, to make her completely open for him, whatever he wanted. But as his hands moved to her neck, slowly draping himself over her open body, he realized she was already exposed. Naked without being nude.
So quick, eager hands went to the catch on her bra, undoing what he had no knowledge to undo, and he hastily pulled it up her arms crossed in front of her. Snaking across her midsection to her firm, full breasts, cupping them and making her nipples hard against the glass, her weight pushing them into it without any remorse. He pushed on her back, forcing her breasts to squish against it further as she spoke again. "Don't hurt me." A husky, pleading tone that hardened him further in this dream world.
Percy didn't care. He pushed her more into it, wanting to see if her nipples could indeed cut through the glass, seeing her legs spreading just a bit. As if it was for him, out of unexpressed desire and not because he'd asked her to display herself like this. As if her voice hadn't spurred him on further, pinching her nipples between unrelenting fingers before traveling down her perfect back. The line of her spine, her perfume wafting up again as if trying to distract him for what he wanted. Her ass higher in the air, swaying for him and not because she had no balance in the pose he had demanded of her. Her stockings slipping just a bit further down her thighs, showing him more because he longed for her naked and not because she'd been shifting around a bit.
Inexperienced, rough hands pulled her panties down just a bit on her thighs, opening her most intimate places for him. Stripping her would be a mere formality, but the darkest part of him preferred her that way. Her last few scraps of clothing mere formalities now; bra hanging off of her shoulders, no longer hindering access to her breasts. Panties stretched across her thighs, a barrier no more to her ass or pussy. Her stockings slipping further and further down her thighs, not needing to show off her perfectly muscled legs. And the heels that refused to leave her feet.
All of that hiding the fact that Percy had just undone his belt, and lowered his trousers. Showing something of himself for the first time, an audible sound that Clarice would not miss. A quick grasp on her thighs, pulling her just a little as she hung over the counter, waiting for him to decide how he wanted to punish her; a certain part of him having already made that decision.
A squeaking sound made as her body moved against the glass; hardened nipple sliding and her body no longer in balance. Something was about to enter her, to restore the balance she had lost. But it was not something she would like, unless Clarice was actually longing for Percival to release his manhood inside of her.
She paused, looking at him. "Why did I steal the ring?"
"I don't know. You're the thief." He was unmoved by her moist, darkening eyes; sadness and guilt on them that he could not afford to care about. He watched intently as she draped herself on his counter top; enjoying the sight of her breasts pressing into the glass display she'd just raided, her nipples pushing into what was suddenly an unrelenting surface. Offering herself to him, her head hanging off of one end, her legs off of the other. A meal to be feasted upon, not entirely by mouth or teeth as his hands wandered to her smooth, perfect back, touching it as if to confirm that this was a dream.
It was, and it wasn't. It was his fantasy, his control of a being that had free will, something more delicious then any of the treats this world could offer. Percy was enjoying something that wasn't meant to be his. "Please don't hurt me." A quiet request from her that he saw fit to ignore; it wasn't that he would hurt her. But it was no longer Clarice's choice. It was one she had never had in his plane, in what he was determined to make his. A pleasant smell wafted to his nostrils, and he longed to taste it, to see if she was as scrumptious as she appeared to be.
He quickly walked behind her, to the other side of the counter, his 'eyes' never leaving her splayed form. At her rear now, her feet, still in her heels, bunched against her body. On any normal woman, the shoes would have long been discarded, but they were still there because he wanted them there. It was his world, and he wanted her like this, more than she knew. More than she would ever know. A small part of him wanted to remove the remaining barrier she had on, to make her completely open for him, whatever he wanted. But as his hands moved to her neck, slowly draping himself over her open body, he realized she was already exposed. Naked without being nude.
So quick, eager hands went to the catch on her bra, undoing what he had no knowledge to undo, and he hastily pulled it up her arms crossed in front of her. Snaking across her midsection to her firm, full breasts, cupping them and making her nipples hard against the glass, her weight pushing them into it without any remorse. He pushed on her back, forcing her breasts to squish against it further as she spoke again. "Don't hurt me." A husky, pleading tone that hardened him further in this dream world.
Percy didn't care. He pushed her more into it, wanting to see if her nipples could indeed cut through the glass, seeing her legs spreading just a bit. As if it was for him, out of unexpressed desire and not because he'd asked her to display herself like this. As if her voice hadn't spurred him on further, pinching her nipples between unrelenting fingers before traveling down her perfect back. The line of her spine, her perfume wafting up again as if trying to distract him for what he wanted. Her ass higher in the air, swaying for him and not because she had no balance in the pose he had demanded of her. Her stockings slipping just a bit further down her thighs, showing him more because he longed for her naked and not because she'd been shifting around a bit.
Inexperienced, rough hands pulled her panties down just a bit on her thighs, opening her most intimate places for him. Stripping her would be a mere formality, but the darkest part of him preferred her that way. Her last few scraps of clothing mere formalities now; bra hanging off of her shoulders, no longer hindering access to her breasts. Panties stretched across her thighs, a barrier no more to her ass or pussy. Her stockings slipping further and further down her thighs, not needing to show off her perfectly muscled legs. And the heels that refused to leave her feet.
All of that hiding the fact that Percy had just undone his belt, and lowered his trousers. Showing something of himself for the first time, an audible sound that Clarice would not miss. A quick grasp on her thighs, pulling her just a little as she hung over the counter, waiting for him to decide how he wanted to punish her; a certain part of him having already made that decision.
A squeaking sound made as her body moved against the glass; hardened nipple sliding and her body no longer in balance. Something was about to enter her, to restore the balance she had lost. But it was not something she would like, unless Clarice was actually longing for Percival to release his manhood inside of her.
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