A short reluctancecohercion piece that kinda came up on its own while watching a movie – not my usual piece of cake but I thought I would share – feedback is welcome!
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He caressed her, savouring her unease as he felt the muscles of her thin legs tense as she resisted the impulse to dart for the door.
She picked a condom from her handbag and handed it to him, her attempt at displaying nonchalance in doing that ruined by the trembling in her hands and by her inability to look at him in the eyes for more than an instant.
He was clean, and so was she – he had access to her medical files.
And she, on the other hand, knew of his obsession for health and cleanliness – she knew just as well that the risk was nonexistent. The condom was just a last attempt at putting some barrier between herself and what she was about to do, a little lie to be able to watch herself in the mirror tomorrow morning. Make-up for the soul, so to speak.
He politely handed it back, enjoying her effort to hide her shock as the last sparks of her illusion of having any control in all of it died away. Her expression was one he had seen so many times on so many other girls but that he couldn’t imagine ever growing tired of.
The evening only needed one last touch to be perfect:
“If you wish we can stop here. The decision is yours.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/4vr9vy/the_price_of_a_promotion