But here, now was a chance for Elena to decide what she would do, give herself to Sam or beg to be left alone for the night. She stood there and he watched her, the judge took a step closer, his head bent his lips where so close to hers he stopped just a breath away. It would be up to Elena to close the distance to give herself to him.
As his head tipped to hers Elena found herself rising to meet his lips, her kiss tentative and clearly ready to bolt once more. It was obvious that she was torn and didn’t know what she should do.
Elena’s kiss, the way her supple young body pressed to his, and yet she was so tense, told the Judge that and so much more. He let their kiss deepen until it was the anchor that Elena could hold to in her storm tossed young life, the only thing real and constant. This young beauty was lost, confused and oh so vulnerable, her kiss, was the last choice she would really have as the Master of seduction now took command.
Sam let her feel his body pressed to hers, his tongue inviting her to sample this mouth even as he enjoyed the sweetness of hers. His encircling arms held the lost lamb close to him and his hands began to roam over her back caressing and fondling her as his hips slowly ground against Elena’s. Slowly Sam broke their kiss and stepped back from the trembling girl, his eyes held hers as his fingers went to the top button of the blouse that she had so hastily thrown on at the Chez Paris.
As if in slow motion the first button of Elena’s blouse surrendered to his fingers, then the second. It seemed like an eternity before the third parted and Sam bowed forward to kiss the sweetly scented valley between Elena’s breasts. Slowly he straitened his eyes holding hers as he pulled the blouse from her pants and continued to undue each button in turn. Her blouse was hanging open her nipples barely covered when Sam tugged at the snap that held her pants closed. It gave way with a sharp snap before the muted metallic whisper, as he slowly slipped the zipper down.
The rasp of the zipper of her pants coming down pulled her from her thoughts and her eyes snapped up to his once more. Her breathing quickened at what she saw there. Sam’s eyes steady holding Elena’s smoldering blue eyes. His fingers trailed from the metal tab of her pants zipper. Sam’s hand cupped Elena’s hot moist pussy through the thin material. Slowly sensually, the judge ran the tip of his finger along the seam that pressed against Elena’s moist dewy folds. Each stroke of his finger, each caress sensually tormenting, a seductive promise of what could be if she but surrender her body to him.
Sam other hand casually slipped aside the girl’s open blouse until her breasts where bared to him, again he bent his head to that sweetly scented valley then lazily he lifted his mouth to Elena’s right breast. The tip of his tongue idly circling her taunt little nipple.
“Elena, my sweet pet tell me what you want!” Sam’s voce was as soft as velvet but there was a hard edge to it that told Elena he was not about to play games with her. If she wanted him she would have to tell him.