Worth the Risk (Closed)

Yep nice and quiet... Lets get inside.

Parking the car she glanced around to see if there was any wildlife nearby to show him but her animal neighbors did not seem to be around for now. Walking towards the door she smiled back at him as she unlocked and opened the door.
 
Marcus paused for a few moments outside of the car, standing halfway up the steps that led to the walk. It was amazing here. No wonder she'd bought this place once she'd seen it. It was magnificent and majestic.

It suited her.

"Yeah," he said after a moment. "Inside sounds pretty good. If it were warmer, I'd say we could go for a walk." He shrugged and then turned to follow her as she opened the door for them.

"Thanks for having me over," he added with a smile. The teen stepped through into her house, the warmth of the place wrapping about him and drawing a sigh from his lips. He stepped back away from the door to allow her to pass and close the door behind her. It wouldn't do to just walk fully into the place ahead of her.
 
She pointed out the living room.

Go have a seat I will get us some hot tea... coffee? What would you want... Personally gotta have my end of the day chai tea.
 
He started to move as she pointed, pausing only to slip off his shoes before he stepped on the floor proper. She hadn't asked him to remove them but it was the manners his parents had him when you were in someone's home.

"Chai tea? I've never had it before. I'll try that, please."

Marcus walked over to the couch, looking at the furnishing and furniture. This was Annika's personal space and place; here was where she was comfortable. There was a lot he could learn about her from here.

"Your place looks nice. This room's sure great. And a fireplace too, have you ever used it?" He sat down on one end of the couch, leaning so that he could keep her in sight as much as possible.
 
Chai tea it is then.

Walking to the kitchen she smiled and not having all the true spices and black tea to make it she had been settling for chai tea tea bags and prepared a couple of mugs. Hearing him ask about the fireplace she smiled.

Yes I have in fact if you want to and know how get one going there should be enough wood there to get a decent fire going.
 
Okay, he'd walked into that. "Sure, I'll get something going here."

Marcus stood up off the couch and inspected the stack of wood sitting by the fireplace. There was some small stuff there too; if he could find...

Yesterdays newspaper was on a nearby end table. He went over to it and pulled out the ads, "I"m going to use the ads from your paper here to start it. Is that okay?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Who'd want to keep ads around? It wasn't like they actually sent out coupons anymore. He balled up a few pages of them and then headed to the fireplace. Pulling open the grate, he laid the paper down and pulled over the smaller pieces of wood he'd use to get things started.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny Zippo lighter. One piece of advice his father had given him about school and dating was to always carry a lighter. Even if you didn't smoke, some girls would and giving them a light was always a way to start a conversation. Or in this case, a fire to enjoy together.

By the time, Annika returned to the living room, he had a small fire started. The stolen ads were burned and blackened and the twigs and small branches above them were burning nicely. A little longer and he'd put a log or two on and they'd be good to go. He smiled up at her, kneeling in front of the fireplace, "I started a lot of fires in my time camping. Never thought I'd do it at college though."
 
She had the two mugs of Chai tea and walked over by the fire and smiled.

That's wonderful and any of the paper you wanted to use would have been fine. A good skill to keep up with never know when you would need one.
 
"True enough. They talk about the importance of fire a lot on the survival shows I watch." He smiled up at her and felt a strange thrill as he did so. Was it just because she was as gorgeous as always? Or did he like being on his knees in front of her?

Marcus pushed the thought away, picking up two smaller logs and carefully setting them in on top of the smaller material. "There we go." He shut the glass doors, "That should burn for a while before we need to add anything. I'm glad you like it."

He accepted one of the mugs from her, "Thank you. Want to sit here or should we be grown-ups and use the couch?" The younger man laughed as he said it.
 
Looking down into his eyes she felt that hungry stirring to have a eager young plaything at her beck and call kneeling before her begging.Biting at her lower lip for a second she dismissed that thought for now as she held out one of the mugs of tea to him and smiled. Though her eyes did sparkle a little at the sight of him kneeling before her.

Either way...
 
There was a look in her eyes that made him feel both excited and uneasy. It was a pleased and yet predatory gleam that made his pulse quicken and his desire stir in his young, strong body.

"Either way, huh?" He took a sip of the chai and made an appreciative sound. "Mm! This isn't bad at all." He drank a bit more and then moved back and sat down to lean against the couch, stretching out his legs before him on the floor. "This is pretty comfortable. Care to join me?"

The thought of her sitting next to him, his arm about her, in front of the fire was immensely appealing. Or her sitting on the couch above him, running a hand through his hair...or on his lap...or...

Okay, he should really not let his thoughts drift like that.
 
Stretching out on the couch her head reclined on the arm of the couch near him she smiled curling towards him with a smile.

Beautiful fire...

She sat there sipping her tea with a soft relaxed sigh.
 
He tipped his head back to watch as she stretched out on the couch. God, that was sexy. And it was effortless on her part; just as natural as breathing. He returned her smile, "The fire's nice, but it's not beautiful compared to you."

It was a silly thing to say, corny, and embarrassingly romantic. And he meant it 100%.

Marcus looked back at the flames dancing in the fireplace and took another few drinks of the spiced tea. "...This is definitely got me relaxed and at ease, all right." He chuckled, "If I'm not careful, I might just fall asleep here."
 
She set the tea cup down and leaning down close to his ear with her fingers slipping through his hair she whispered...

Would that be a bad thing?
 
He closed his eyes as her fingers slithered through his hair and a shiver ran down his spine as her breath caressed his ear. Her words were simple but they were heavy with meaning.

He hesitated a heartbeat before deciding to answer with full honesty. "It would be a very good thing. But if I slept here, I was hoping to be in bed with you, which would be the best thing."
 
I... I think that can be arranged provided we ever even leave this room.

She smiled enjoying him there still technically at her feet as she laid back and let her fingers slither through his hair more while watching the fire. Her mind tracing softly over all sorts of ideas of this eager willing young man being a permanent plaything pet begging to please her.
 
God, the feeling of her fingers in his hair was sublime. He closed his eyes and let out a contented sound that was almost a moan.

Marcus took one last, long drink from the tea cup and then reached around to set it on the end table by the couch. "Sleeping with you here would be just as good. I...I'd want you to have me here, or anywhere else you'd want to."
 
She heard the moan and smiled.

I think I like hearing that sound come out of you. Why don't you just use that eager young mind... and body to tell me just what you think you want...
 
The way she said it was even sexier than what she said, though not by much. Her voice dripped sensuality with a hint of tease, and yet he felt there was a soft and unspoken command in it as well. Though he may be imagining that.

Marcus opened his eyes and moved, turning around to face her and shifting from a sitting position to be kneeling beside the couch. He gazed at her and let his love and his lust for her shine in his eyes before he leaned in to kiss her. It was an eager, hungry kiss and his tongue slipped between his lips to taste hers before retreating.

"What I want," he said, "is to feel this glorious body that I've wanted since I first say you. To run my hands over every inch of you, to kiss and worship you. I want to feel your hands on me, exploring me, feeling me, claiming me." Claiming? Where had that come from? But saying it felt right. "More than anything, I want to please you. I want to make you cry out in ecstasy and feel you climax on my fingers, my face, my...my cock. But whatever the means, I want you to feel joy, to feel pleasure, and for me to be the one giving it to you."

It might be over bold but his left hand reached out to caress her stomach and then stroke down over her hips, caressing her thigh through the fabric of her dress.
 
She gripped at his hair as he leaned in to kiss her and pulled him deeper into the kiss for a moment. Hearing the rest of his words she smiled when he mentioned claiming. First him there kneeling before her now he was kneeling again and saying he wanted her to claim him she smiled more.

Careful what you wish for Marcus... I might just have a very specific idea of claiming...

She smiled and pulled him in for another hungry kiss.
 
He kissed her back with hard fervor, the passion of teenage lust and a more mature and adult desire mingled in his kiss. Her hand still gripped his hair and he loved how it felt.

When the kiss broke, he shook his head slightly, "I don't know what you mean exactly, Annika, but...I want to be yours. And I trust you, all the way, so...whatever you've got in mind, I'm willing to try."

His hand stroked her thigh and began to rub and knead her flesh through the dress. The other hand slipped along the couch to slide up her arm to her shoulder as he lowered his head to kiss her neck; at the very base first, and then slowly up the graceful curve, tasting her sweet skin as he kissed up to her jawline and then along it to run the tip of his tongue over the bottom of her ear.
 
What I mean is there is always the realm of turning you into my own personal sexual pet permanently or simply making you mine this one time and claiming all I want from you just for tonight...

She stared into his eyes with a smile.

Either path could be fun.
 
His eyes went wide and he looked up at her with surprise. Turn him into her sexual pet? Permanently? That was...that was..

He didn't know what it was. But when she'd said it and smiled like that, fuck, his cock had gotten so hard it almost hurt!

Marcus licked his lips and took a deep breath before kissing her again; a lighter, sweeter kiss this time. Then he leaned back so he could see her face fully, and she his. "I don't want this to be just tonight. I want to be yours, but not only one time. If that means being your pet, then I want that. I'll be yours, willingly, and happily. Does that...please you? At all?"
 
Very much so... I always love a willing loving caring pet but that is not the only way for us to be together... we can simply be just lovers either way would be pleasing to me.

She leaned back relaxing letting her hand move to trace over his cheek as he leaned back away not wanting to hurt him any.
 
He pressed his cheek into her hand, "God, I love feeling you touch me, he sighed.

His mind was whirling. He could be her pet or be her lover. Which choice was the right one? She said she liked both ideas...but what did she want most? It might be a cop out but that was what he wanted; for her to be happiest.

"Annika, I want you to be happy. I would love to be your lover and to be your pet...I never thought about that before, but the idea...it makes me feel good, and got me, um, really hard."

He paused a moment, "Is it one or the other? Is there any way I could be your lover and sometimes your pet? Actually, let me ask this...what do you want, Annika? It may be stupid of me, or seem weak, but what I want is you to be as happy as I can make you. What would do that?"
 
It can be both and your eagerness and constant stating of wanting me happy I think you would be fitting as both but we will take it slow starting as lovers and go from there over time.

She smiled to him.

For now I want to see exactly what my lover looks like.
 
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