Invisible Security Guard

"What do you really want? Let me go home." Paisley Kirk, though frail, was also roused to anger by Lucy Clayton’s provocation. Of course, she was also clear that she was probably unable to escape his clutches now.

"You look cute when you’re angry. Are you eighteen this year?" Clayton chuckled lightly, not upset in the least, but speaking in a gentle and soothing tone instead.

"I am eighteen, not yet of age, and, if my friends can’t get in touch with me for a long time, they will call the police. So could you please have your people give me my phone?" Paisley Kirk suddenly softened, realizing that being tough was not working, so she might as well plead with him. If he liked her, then maybe if she asked him, he should let her go.

When Clayton heard her say she was eighteen and not yet of age, when she spoke so gently and softly, he almost melted. He liked this kind of thing—someone with sentiment, someone who could engage in lively conversation with him, chat during the throes of pleasure, and even moan in bed.

Otherwise, what’s the fun if the person you’re with is as stiff as a plank when forced upon?

He’s been with a fair number of women, including those for sale and those of all sorts, but the feeling wasn’t thrilling; maybe it was visual fatigue. Now, there were very few things that could truly arouse his desire.

Feeling, that’s what he cared about, the feeling of spiritual release during venting.

"I can give you your phone, but you have to join me in the hot springs first; otherwise, no deal." Clayton teased her, his tone playful, almost coquettish.

Paisley Kirk would never join him in the hot springs, thus she immediately shook her head, took a deep breath, and said, "If you really like me, then let me go. You have the right to pursue me, and I will not avoid you. If you do something in the future that moves me, maybe I will really consider it."

"I don’t care how much money my boyfriend has or how powerful he is, but he must love me, not control me in the way you do."