He tensed again and she brought her hands up calling on all her experience. She placed her hands on his chest running her fingers over his shirt where crisp black hairs whirled. He began trembling.

She looked at him catching his eyes as she ran her hands down his hard stomach skimmed over his belt to touch him where he was already hard had probably been hard this whole time even when he had intended to choke the life out of her. He sucked in a harsh breath as she moved in on him forcing him back against the stair well.

She was coldly pleased that she had been right. This man could be controlled like most men. Now it was time to make her mark. At the same time she found herself trying to put more time into touching him, not just because he was probably a virgin but if he was, she was going to be his first. She did not want that to be a terrible thing for him.

Her voice was soft, heavy with desire. She slid her hands back up teasing him, toyed briefly with his nipples and took hold of his cardigan and began to peel it off. His arms were limp and he shrugged out of it. She hesitated seeing the bandage was red. She couldn't break character to deal with that.

"Brahms? Please Brahms, please let me kiss you, just a kiss Brahms you don't have to do anything else if you don't want to but I was good wasn't I Brahms? When I came to your home didn't I follow all the rules?"

"Brahms?"

He shook his head sweat rolling down his neck under his beard then he nodded quickly to cover his faux pas.

"Down on your knees." She put one hand on his uninjured shoulder and applied pressure. He dropped so fast his knees made audible thumbs on the floor that echoed. She twisted away from him again when he leaned in. His hands came up and gripped her hard. She kept up her ministrations hooking her fingers under his shirt so she could drag it up leaving bare skin. Marissa stroked him running her fingers down the line of his taut stomach. Following the line of hair that dissipated into the waist band of his pants..

She abruptly moved in on him. Kissing his neck reaching up to rub and play with his ear lobe making him groan before running her tongue along his collar bone.

"Do you like this Brahms?" She whispered "Tell me you like how I touch you..." He huffed out a gust of air. She stepped back and reached up to unbutton her shirt. It slid off fairly easy once she got the ties undone. She slid it down her legs and stepped out of it. She motioned to his shirt."Take it off Brahms..."

He scrambled out of his shirt so fast it nearly dislodged the mask and he was forced to pause a moment to adjust it. Marissa laughed at him softly. She moved up to him and wrapped her arms around him pulling him up against her. The skin on skin contact caused an almost violent start from him.

'Shit has he ever been touched before?' she rubbed her breasts against him. He had started to hyperventilate and she found herself hoping it might pass out. The perfect answer to her dilemma. She began whispering to him intimately.

" The mask Brahms...please kiss me? I want you to kiss me so bad I've been so lonely please."

He reached up, started to take it off dropped his hands to nervously tap his fingers then reached up again. She trailed her fingers up the side of his throat. It didn't matter what he looked like, this was the only way she knew to weave a spell over a man or a woman. All that mattered is if he thought she was good enough to keep alive. The mystery if nothing else would help. Despite how fast she could have ended this she chose instead to give this particular fuck 110%.

He got the mask off and she didn't bother to look at him instead pressing her lips against him trying to deepen the kiss. He mashed against her, kissing her lips her chin, her cheek, burying his face in her neck so he could smell her.

She alid her hands through his thick hair forcing him to tilt his head back. She gently bit his lip sucking it in causing him to pause. To her relief he didn't stop her and clumsily tried to mimic her movements. Apparently whatever fire he had been in had marked him. One part of his face was burned. It was a shame. He was a lovely man, with high cheeks bones and an aristocratic nose, his lips beautifully shaped and lush. The beautiful perfect little boy would have been a beautiful perfect man with an ugly personality.

His eyes were narrowing his thick brows coming together confused as she hesitated and looked at him. She placed her thumb against his lips. "Stop Brahms, Whatever your thinking stop. I think your beautiful."

She pushed his thick hair away from his face. She leaned forward and kissed the burn scar over his eye and he jerked. She quickly moved on not wanting to push her luck. His thick facial hair crackled against her skin.. He stopped her hands and roughly dragged them to his crotch. She fumbled with the pants. He stood up and roughly jerked them off hopping about causing her to laugh out loud. She started to lean forward and introduce him to the pleasures of fellatio but he dropped back to his knees hard enough that it must have hurt, though he gave no sign if it did.

She smirked wrapping her hand around him. "A little problem Brahms? Well well not so little excellent I was a bit worried. Lay back Brahms."

He unfolded his long legs and quickly laid on his back. She made note that this was probably not the best room in to do this in but she had to work with what she could get. She leaned over him. She ran her fingers lightly down his chest to his legs causing him to shudder. Marissa leaned down and began kissing his stomach moving closer up to his face, kneading his hard flesh, revealing and every shiver, every ripple, every movement he made. She leaned against the lower half of his body feeling him pulsing against her stomach.

"Like that Brahms?"

His voice was husky all pretense of being a little boy gone. "Please..."

She stroked his face "Please? What do you want Brahms? Tell me what does it feel like?"

He breathed hard almost seeming to ponder that a moment. "It's...hot..."

She decided not to drag this out for him. "Hold on Brahms I have a feeling this is going to be a very short intense ride for both of us. Thank God you're young. There's got to be lots of stamina there."

That said she climbed on him and sank down on his willing flesh. His hands flew up and he took hold of her shoulders bringing his knees up and pressed her down. He was trembling. She finally tapped his chest.

"You're not going to get it in any further Brahms but if you let me go I promise you will love what comes next."

His hands flew off her as he'd been burnt and she laughed softly before she leaned back arching her back and moved on him. He didn't last long and she didn't expect him to. Luckily she had been aching for it awhile and she was able to enjoy the time he did her.

He went rigid his whole body taunt and he moaned the noise seeming to echo around the house. His hands snatched her wrists convulsively and she winced.

With a harsh breath he went limp for a moment blinking sluggishly. He had stopped squeezing her wrist so hard.

She trembling and burning already ready for a second round. Well she should have expected this. Obviously training virgins was thankless work and she wondered disgustedly why the hell men even wanted them?

He was still breathing hard looking at her sappily and she allowed a slow smile to grace her face keeping her movements coy. She spread her hands on his chest for a moment then she reached up to stroke his cheek.

She carefully maneuvered herself off him almost grabbing her dress to clean them with before he remembered the bottle and grabbed his shirt instead. Brahms slowly sat up. He didn't reach for the mask so she hoped that maybe on some level she had rin him of that need to be a child with someone to take care of him.

His eyes were...confused? He slowly raised his head up so she could gaze at him. He was chewing on his lip which she thought was cute. When he spoke his voice was hoarse.

"Was I bad?"