Beatriz has Natalie right where she wants her: pinned beneath a gaze and a promise of forbidden pleasure. But who’s really in control when desire takes hold?

Part 3: The Seductress’s Hold

by Mia Sumner

Beatriz didn’t wait for further comment, putting her hands on the table, she hopped up, sitting herself right next to but facing her, long legs dangling just above the floor.

Natalie’s throat constricted as she swallowed, her tongue thick in her mouth. Beatriz’s knee was mere inches away, and it was so hard not to stare at her sleek, stocking clad legs. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, struggling to maintain her composure. This was so unlike her, she felt like a flustered schoolgirl.

“So, what do you think?” Beatriz asked, leaning forward slightly. “It’s an attractive offer, isn’t it?”. Natalie found herself staring straight at the swell of Beatriz’s breasts and the promise of her cleavage. The saleswoman knew exactly what she was doing. How far would she go? How far would Natalie let her go? That aroma of chocolate, vanilla, and caramel from her perfume filled her nose again, clouding her brain.

She cleared her throat, trying to regain some composure. “It’s a good offer, but I’m still not sure if it’s something we can afford.”

“My eyes are up here, Natalie.” Beatriz said softly, and Natalie jerked her gaze upwards to meet Beatriz’s amused look. “Good girl.” She purred, lips curving in satisfaction at Natalie’s involuntary response.

“Sorry.” Natalie muttered, her face hot now at being caught so easily.

Beatriz giggled softly, she was clearly enjoying teasing her. “You can look at my tits, but please try to pay attention, okay?” Natalie’s eyes went wide, had she really just said that? Something had shifted, the gravity of the conversation moving inexorably in Beatriz’s favor with the acknowledgement of what was really happening. Natalie glanced down at her chest, then hurriedly back up at her face.

“It’s okay, you can’t help yourself. People like you never can.” Beatriz said in that calm, sensuous voice. She seemed so certain that Natalie bridled at it.

“People like me?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah, older, married, and missing that spark in your lives…” Beatriz said. Her legs dangled off the table’s edge, swinging back and forth in a subtle yet captivating motion.

“How did you know I’m married?” Natalie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Beatriz leaned in, a sly chuckle playing on her lips as she deliberately angled her body to showcase her curves. “I saw your ring.” She said, “And I’m sure you’re faithful to your wife… or is it husband… maybe you’re just closeted and curious? Either way, you can’t stop staring, and I bet you’ve thought about what it would be like to touch me… or for me to touch you.” Her eyes locked onto Natalie’s, sparkling with mischief.

“Have you ever fucked a woman, Natalie?” Her lips emphasized the word fuck, lingering on its vulgarity. “Thought about it? Just a bit curious, perhaps? Usually it’s the men ogling me. You’re a good-looking woman, still, so you know what I mean. But I recognize the signs and I know what you want.” Her gaze never left Natalie’s the words dripping with confidence and sensuality.

Natalie felt her heart being to pound in her chest, her face flushing redder. She knew she needed to end this conversation right now, but couldn’t find the words. Everything Beatriz had said was true. How had this conversation spun so badly out of control?

“You’re not going to touch me, Natalie, and I’m certainly not going to touch you.” Beatriz’s smirk was back as she enjoyed her growing control over the situation. “But you can keep looking, so long as you listen to me.” Her voice was low and seductive. “You just have to admit you want to look.”

“I… yes, I like looking.” Natalie’s voice was barely audible. She felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly replaced with lust when Beatriz leaned closer, her breasts inches from Natalie’s face, that scent filling her nostrils again. From the smirk on Beatriz’s face, she knew she had Natalie, but somehow Natalie couldn’t make it stop.