7. Predator baiting its prey.

Deangelo.

I watched as the young redhead stripped naked in my bathroom. My room had a CCTV everywhere and that included the bathroom, although I was the only one entitled to watching whatever happens in it. Her slim, long legs were the color of ivory. Her slim hips curved out, her waist dipped in, and her high breasts jutted out again. Her delicate nipples were the color of pomegranates. She was very feminine, with a slim hourglass figure.

I know that I seemed like a creep and a pervert but I couldn't care less, I had seen it all yesterday afterall and she was way too mesmerizing to look away from.

Her mass of red hair had been secured up and I watched her step into the bathtub filled with water as I had previously instructed Jane, her elderly cleaner to do.

She sighed as the water pooled around her legs, bottom and waist. She settled into the warm water in deep appreciation for the solitude. She picked up the tender sponge that had been placed somewhere on the tub and proceeded to massage herself.

I watched the entire scene and felt myself growing hard as well as angry at her or myself, I wouldn't know. I remembered how she had been in the bath with him and my cock jerked awake. I unbuckled my sweatpants to fill my hand with myself. My hand moved down the length of me and then up again while I watched her in the water.

She sponged her legs, feet and arms, and then her breasts and back. She settled back into the water in such sensuous manner that got my cock even harder. I couldn't take it anymore so I stepped into the bathroom, unlocking it with my spare keys.

"Elena," I called out quietly. She whirled around to face me "Oh my God, you frightened me!" She exclaimed, immediately putting her arms around herself.

I simply said nothing.

"What do you want?" She asked warily as she clung to the towel. Her hair was lovely, pulled up onto her head, with small little curls escaping everywhere. Her eyes were so expressive; I could barely wait to thrust into her and watch them change colors.

I stood before her and said, "Hm... I needed to use my toilet so bad, and you need to be fast with your bath already, it's high time you get back to the basement." I said.

"Please, please. Can you not do that to me again? I'm honestly telling the truth. Every single thing I said is the truth. Please..." She started to plead again and I smirked.

"I don't believe you though and this time you're going to be tortured so we can get the truth out of you..." I started, "We'll use the hot iron, canes and maybe pepper on... you know where..." I said as she immediately interrupted me scared. She stood up from the bathtub that she had been hiding her whole body before, frightened.

"Please, please. I'm so sorry, please don't do this to me." She begged, looking even more desperate.

"What are you begging so desperately for? You broke into my home, one of the Ferrari's property, what were you expecting? A welcome party?" I teased at her expense.

"I'm sorry, please." She continued begging, still.

"What do you want from me, Elena? What am I supposed to do? Just let you go?" I questioned, hating the fact that I was literally sounding way too soft and weak with this girl.

I was acting like a pussy even.

"Do you even have anywhere to go? The streets? Back into the traffickers' hands?" I said further, knowing fully well that I was baiting the poor girl already.

"No... no.. please. Not that either, please, help me. Save me and keep me under your umbrella and pack. Please." She pleaded, not caring about her naked body right in my face.

Her mysterious eyes gaze at me with desperation, bringing attention to their beauty, their different colors of brown and silver so vivid in her face that I don’t know which one I should focus more.

For some, focusing so much on eyes was exaggerating and unreal, but for me though? I had never seen anything more stunning, and I wonder how they will look when I trail my tongue all over her, teaching her all the ways a body can experience pleasure and still crave more.

Will they light up with fire and desire or become the colors of melted stones? I felt like a predator simply baiting its prey. I knew that once I had her, this attraction was sure to be gone, I knew that once my load was offloaded, she would immediately be treated like nothing more than a furniture in my home.

What she should actually be treated as.

"Why should I help you? What would I gain in doing that? Have you forgotten who you're speaking to? I don't help for absolutely no reason, unless there's a gain for me." I said, baiting her further.

"Help me please, keep me here and I’ll do whatever you want.” She finally said what I had been wanting to hear and a smile creeped onto my face.

“Sure you want to word it that way? Whatever I want might include a number of things that will be frowned upon by you.” I said, hinting on what I knew that she wouldn't immediately grasp.

“I don’t care what it is, I'm ready to do anything you want, just help me, please.” She said, staying right by her decision.

I stared at her more wondering why I was playing this dangerous game with my own sanity and principles but I couldn't care less, at least, not yet.

"Anything?" I asked again, unable to wipe the smirk on my face.