Robert Vickers

Fit to be tied

CHAPTER ONE

"You're only fifteen, aren't you?" the man asked.

The girl cringed a little at his touch. She wasn't sure she wanted him moving his ringers in exactly the way he was doing. The fingertips were brushing over her tits. She couldn't figure out if that was what was bothering her or if she was actually attracted to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a priest."

"Yes, I know. But why are you looking at me like that?" Her voice trembled just a little. She thought it was going to break until she swallowed and took a firmer grip on her runaway emotions. The man wasn't going to hurt her. She knew it.

"You're very pretty. Don't you like a man to admire you?"

She understood what the phrase "undressing with his eyes" meant. His gaze was almost a physical thing on her lush body. She could sense him staring boldly at her impudent tits, out-thrust and young and proud.

Even worse, he was allowing his eyes to caress the rest of her. He missed nothing, from her brunette hair, glowing in the dim light of the room, to her well-sculptured facial features, to her delicate neck. The flare of her tits caused his breath to come a little faster but the trim waist and very womanly hips were making him hard. Too hard.

He couldn't conceal his raging hard-on for much longer. The girl's slender legs promised him paradise. For a fleeting instant he wondered what it would be like having those lithe legs wrapped around his waist while he was buried deep up her cunt, fucking the living hell out of her.

There was only one way to find out.