B.D.S.M. (MxW)

Persuassion

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*** Karis' POV***

"No." That is my final decision. I get a choice. I have a fucking choice.

"This wasn't up for debate." Vance looks at his watch. He returns his eyes to me with an incredulous look. My own eyes roll on repeat as I try to figure out a way to disobey him respectfully.

"Don't do that, please." Vance softens his vibrato before standing in front of me to softly stroke my jaw with his forefinger and thumb.

"I'm not comfortable, Vance. Please don't make me do this." My plead is genuine. I am expressing how I feel. I can't do this with even an ounce of confidence.

"You have to meet them eventually. They are badgering me about the beauty that has put a permanent smile upon my face. Babygirl, please reconsider." Vance pleads with me with all the charisma of a playful child asking to be pushed on a swing set. It's exceedingly annoying that he is so confident in getting his way.

"How many?" I roll my eyes as I feel my mind preparing to purge my will. Fucking persuasive giant. If he wasn't so beautiful. If his tongue didn't lick away my fears. If those hands weren't such magicians. I'm almost positive I could resist his manipulation.

"Just four. My brother and his wife. My sister with her husband. My parents are out of town. We can do this slowly. I know you are nervous. However, there is really no need to be." Vance continues to bore fucking holes into my soul with those dark honey eyes. I swear he has some type of hypnotic trance shit going on with me.

"We aren't even in a relationship. This is just weird." I try my best to give my flimsy excuse with any form of authority. I know it is futile, at least I can say I tried.

"That is because I am a patient man, with you. If I had my way, you would be moved in here with me." Vance smirks as if his reasoning is completely sane. It is not. I stand beside that.

"You're talking non-sense." I roll my eyes before breaking our eye contact. If I give him an inch, he will have my bags packed before I finish getting ready. I am in no way ready for that.

"That is a matter of opinion. Yours just happens to be incorrect." Vance slides behind me as I make my way towards the bathroom. At this rate, we won't make it out of the house, let alone to meet his family. I wouldn't say it is a bad plan.

"Keep pressing that body against mine, I will have us tangled in the bed together. The only thing I will be meeting is your cock." I smirk this time knowing that I have won this round. I don't often win. Although, I wouldn't say I lose either. We just come to mutual agreements that end in chanted prayers of lust.

"Sounds riveting." His words don't match his body language. Vance pushes off of me to get ready for our day.

After applying my make-up and curling my hair, I get dressed. Seeing that I have stalled as long as humanly possible, I present myself so we can get on with whatever it is we are actually supposed to be doing.

"You look like the cure to my ailment." Vance meets my location head on. His lips descend as I accept his praise on my flesh.

"What ailment would that be?" I sigh when he worships my neck with his kisses. The rough scrape of his beard is a welcomed texture against my chilling skin.

"Addiction to one Karis Vardell." His teeth nip seductively at my neck. My fingers play in the short tendrils above his hairline.

"Glad I could be of service." I pant the words out before absolutely attacking his lips with my hungry kisses. I am really on board with the idea of saying fuck everything in lieu of just straight fucking.