Regret
Alice's head spun a full 360 degrees when he saw the grin on Alisha's lips and heard her suggestion that she would love for him to teach her about porn and maybe even engage in some practical demonstrations. It was more shocking than anything he had ever encountered in his life.
Was this the same innocent Alisha he knew?
She was behaving with the same boldness as she did in the office, calling him Daddy and turning him on, which was unexpected, to say the least.
He had entertained the idea before, but this was not what he had anticipated at all.
"Do you even know what you're saying, Angel?" Alice inched closer to Alisha, his hand resting on her thigh.
With a serious expression, he couldn't help but wonder which version of Alisha was the real one.
The seemingly naive one or this bold one who exudes an aura he couldn't ignore.
He wanted to uncover the truth about Alisha's personality, unsure if she had a split personality or if there was something else at play.
Alisha's expression changed as she grabbed the hand he had on her thigh. "Planning to focus only on my thighs? What about the other place you were just eyeing a minute ago?"
Alice's breath caught in his throat as she held his hand and guided it upwards, placing it on her boob. The softness of her skin against his palm sent a jolt through him.
"If you're asking if I know anything, then I'd love to learn through practical demonstrations, Daddy," Alisha said seductively, her eyes narrowing and her demeanor exuding a completely different energy.
She sounded unlike any version of herself Alice had encountered before, leaving him in a haze with her words, her eyes, and everything about her, pushing his mind to places he couldn't quite comprehend.
Alice's mind raced as he struggled to process Alisha's sudden transformation. Her boldness and seductive demeanor were a stark contrast to the innocent facade she often wore, leaving him feeling both intrigued and unnerved.
He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards this new version of Alisha, but at the same time, he couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty and apprehension.
"What are you playing at, Alisha?" Alice's voice was barely above a whisper, betraying the desires swirling inside him.
Alisha's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I'm not playing, Daddy," she whispered, her voice dripping with allure. "I'm just showing you a different side of me, one that's been waiting to be unleashed."
Her words sent a shiver down Alice's spine as he struggled to maintain his composure.
As her hand trailed slowly up his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, Alice felt himself losing control.
"You're going to regret this later, Alisha. If you keep this up, you're definitely going to regret it," Alice said firmly, his gaze drifting to her cleavage.
She had just given him consent, something he had wanted before, but now, seeing this side of her, he felt like it wasn't really her. It was as if someone else was giving consent, and he didn't know how to handle it.
He still remembered her painful cries when she had a headache that day, when she behaved like this.
Now, he wanted to melt into her touch, but that particular thought was holding him back.
He struggled with conflicting emotions, torn between his desire to be close to her and his concern for her well-being.
Alice felt a pang of guilt for even considering indulging in his desires when he knew she might not be in the right state of mind. Despite his longing, he couldn't shake off the memory of her distress and couldn't bring himself to act on his impulses.
"If you're not ready to step up, how can I?" Alisha challenged him, squeezing his hand tighter as his fingers pressed into her breast, molding the soft skin like a ball in his palm.
"Mhmm," Alice groaned, feeling her nipples brush against his hand. She was making it difficult for him to resist; his desire to have sex with her was growing stronger.
Just as her mouth felt, he wanted to experience how her vagina would feel. He was certain it would be even warmer than her mouth.
“Show me what regrets I can have, Daddy; I need to know the regrets and consequences; I would love to know, so I won't behave naughty.” Alisha rested her feet on his lap, her bare heel brushing over his pants.
"I'm not sure you're ready for that, sweetheart. Your reaction after just a blowjob makes me wonder how you'll handle me inside your soft, small body. Or are you just playing games?" Alice's eyes darkened with suspicion.
The realization that this might be the real Alisha was unsettling. Her innocence had initially attracted him, but now her boldness added a new dimension.
Yet he couldn't shake the fear of her possibly lying or acting dumb to get close to him. What if he had misjudged her? What if she was a spy for an organization or another mafia gang seeking information?
“I play games; when someone wants to get played, what about you, Daddy? You want to get played? If that's the case, I won't mind playing you too.” Alisha winked as she dug her heel into him more.
The hardness pressing over, as she started moving his hands inside the crumbled shirt, she made him fist her boob on.
“Ahmm!!” Alice growled in desire as he got to touch her bare skin and everything, her heel touching him like this.
"You're moaning already, and I haven't even started. That's not fair. Am I the only one who needs to turn you on? What about me, Alice?" Alisha complained, her voice undergoing a complete transformation from thin and sweet to a sexy, deep tone.
"Now, I don't think I'm going to stop, even if you cry or regret it later. That's all on you," Alice asserted, pushing her back onto the sofa, causing her shirt to slide off her shoulder, exposing her.
"I don't think I'll be having any regrets if it's just for the sake of regret."
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