The Art of Seduction

"Use physical lures"


Jarod took a painfully long time to get them dry. First, he made Miss
Parker watch as he towelled himself off, demanding that she just look, and not
touch. He flexed every muscle he could, and she watched the smooth motion of
his skin sliding over muscle with an unholy hunger in her eyes.

Then Jarod started on Miss Parker herself. He started from the top,
winding her hair around his hand and squeezing all the moisture out, giving a
gentle tug, causing an answering blaze in her eyes. He was forced to slap her
hands away from his body as he tried to dry hers, wanting to focus solely on
heightening her arousal.

"Jarod!" she cried impatiently, as he dabbed the towel at her shoulders and
neck.

"My way," he reminded her, sliding the towel slowly down one arm.

Parker watched him with dark eyes as he scrubbed slowly at the rest of her
body. He was particularly forceful when drying her lace-encased breasts,
causing Parker to let out a soft moan, her hips jerking in response. The scent
of her arousal was hanging thickly in the air, and it was only through
meticulous self-control that Jarod managed to stto tto the plan rather than just
dragging her to bed and burying himself inside of her, as he longed to do.

Dragging the towel slowly down across her abdomen, Miss Parker gave a soft
growl of annoyance as he bypassed her panties, instead kneeling and towelling
all the moisture from her long, shapely legs. He stood with a slow, sexy smile.
"Turn around," he said huskily, and Parker was around in a flash, bracing her
hands on either side of the sink and leaning forward, presenting her tight ass
for Jarod's inspection.

He crowded forward, so his hips were against hers, his erection nestling
between her buttocks. Parker made a soft sound of approval, thrusting back
against him, and Jarod steadied her hip with one hand, using the other to sweep
the towel across her back briefly before dropping it. He leaned over her,
kissing the back of her neck and grinding against her.

"Yes!" Miss Parker hissed.

Jarod backed off, spinning her around before she had time to protest,
crushing her against his chest and kissing her fiercely. Parker sighed, her
arms twining around his neck, pushing her tongue into his mouth and tasting him
greedily. He dragged his mouth from hers moments later, breathing heavily and
trying to regain control.

"Now, Jarod," Parker murmured, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Not yet!" he said grimly. If she was still coherent enough for speech, it
wasn't enough yet, he decided.

Jarod propped her on the edge of the sink, leaving briefly to drag the
chair over. He raised one of her legs, setting her left foot on the chair and
pushing himself to stand between his thighs. Balanced precariously, Miss Parker
gripped his shoulders.

He was all over her. Jarod massaged her scalp, his fingers weaving
through her hair, pulling her head back, licking and sucking at her throat.
With his other hand he kneaded her breasts through her bra, causing her to groan
his name. He kissed her mouth, teased her tongue with his, invading and
retreating. He chewed on her lower lip, making it darken and swell, and then
nipped at her ear, investigating its delicate whorls with his tongue. He found
the pulse at her throat, counted the fluttering beat with his lips.

He wound his arm around her waist, steadying her as he bent over her
breasts, nuzzling and kneading them, shaping one with his hand and assaulting
the other with his mouth. He scraped his teeth across the tender, curving swell
above lace, and then focused on the pouting nipple that lay beneath. He closed
his mouth over the aching peak, causing Miss Parker to writhe with pleasure. He
rasped his tongue over the lace of her bra, and then nipped, quite suddenly, at
the nipple, making her jerk and cry out. He diverted his attention to the
other, neglected, breast, nudging it with his nose, nibbling on the underside
and practically chewing on the nipple, ignoring Parker's startled cries.

Finally, he dropped to his knees before her, and Miss Parker leant back,
gripping the sides of the sink for dear life as Jarod cupped the back of her
thighs, holding her legs apart. He kissed up the length of her right thigh, and
then turned his attention to the leg that was propped up on the chair. He
started mid-thigh, applying gentle, lingering kisses, ignoring Miss Parker's
excited state of anticipation.

Jarod lingered for far too long on her thigh, sensing the impatient
tension forming in Parker, instead concentrating on the silky skin of her inner
thigh, moving his mouth slowly over it, tasting again and again. When she was
just about ready to explode with need, Jarod shifted slightly, directly facing
the dark material of her panties.

Like an exotic flower, Jarod mused, blooming with spicy heat. He flicked
his gaze up to Miss Parker, who watcwatching him with strained eagerness, biting
her lip. There was an edge of desperation in her gaze, as though she might lose
it if she didn't find release soon.

"You're very beautiful," he said huskily. She did not respond, although
something flickered in her eyes.

Gently Jarod pressed the pad of his thumb directly over her core, feeling
how swollen and slick she was beneath her panties. Parker let out a ragged
sigh, and he pressed a little harder. He pressed his mouth to the delicate skin
just beside her moist folds, flicking his tongue out so the very tip slid under
the edge of her panties, causing her hips to jerk.

Jarod smiled, and then pressed his nose against her panties, inhaling the scent
of her arousal. He nudged his nose up slightly, guessing he had found her
clitoris when she cried out sharply. He dragged his tongue over the crotch of
her panties, followed directly by his thumb. Miss Parker was panting, her body
trembling, and Jarod chose that moment to centre his mouth over her clitoris,
part his lips and suck *hard*.

"OhmyfuckingchristJarod!" Miss Parker babbled, her pelvis jerking violently, her
hands scrabbling to keep ahold of the sink.

Jarod continued to suck hard, able to feel the hard nub of her clitoris
through her panties, rubbing his thumb across her slick folds. Claw-like
fingers slid across his scalp, gripping at his hair, and Jarod changed his angle
a little, tilting his head and pressing his tongue against the hard bundle of
nerves, pressing and stroking rhythmically as he drew his lips together as
tightly as possible. Miss Parker's cries got louder, her body shifting
restlessly as she strove to find release, Jarod's ministrations pushing her
closer and closer to the edge.

She gave a fierce howl of frustration when he stopped, her fingers
clenching painfully hard in his hair, and Jarod shot to his feet, kicking the
chair away and dragging her off the sink. He pressed a bruising kiss to her
lips, gasping, "Bedroom! Now!"



"Prove yourself"


They got into the next room and out of their clothes in record time. Miss
Parker threw back the covers on the bed, hopping out of her panties as Jarod
practically ripped off her bra, his boxer shorts already thrown across the room.
They tumbled onto the bed together, their mouths fusing and hands sliding
eagerly across naked skin.

Miss Parker, almost out of her mind with lust, rolled them over so he was
on top, her legs winding high around his waist. Their gazes met and held,
enchanted by the need in each other's faces. His erection pressed against her
wet heat, parting her labia and sliding against her clitoris for a few moments.
Parker trembled against him, wound so tight with desire she could barely contain
herself, and Jarod, in a moment of infinite tenderness, brushed his mouth
against her as he finally slid into her heat.

She clung to him as he began to move, curling her arms around him, and
Jarod had the sensation of being caught entirely in her embrace, surrounded by
her need and desire. He thrust into her, becoming urgent as his own need
spiralled out of his control. Her breasts pressed against his chest, he sank
his hands under her hips, raising her body to meet his.

He felt the initial tremors of her release watching in pained delight as
her eyes went wide, her mouth opening soundlessly as inn inner-contractions
strengthened, her velvet warmth pulsing around his cock, notching his excitement
levels up to new levels. He ground his pelvis into hers, wanting to make her
orgasm last. He thrust, hard, and she shook against him, gasping and
whimpering, her gaze finally breaking his as she threw her head back, her whole
body *clenching* as she came.

Jarod waited, keeping his own desires at bay as he watched, sure he had
never seen anything so amazing as Miss Parker achieving orgasm. She relaxed
slowly, turning her face back up to his and opening her eyes, a slow smile
spreading across her face. Her small hands stroked down his back, soothing his
taunt muscles, cupping his buttocks and pressing him deeper inside of her.

Taking this as a sign, Jarod began to thrust within her again, long, even
strokes. He grit his teeth, about ready to pass out from the sheer pleasure of
sliding home into her tight, moist body, but determinedly held back. He shifted
his hands to Miss Parker's thighs, pulling her legs even higher around his
waist, deepening the angle of penetration, so his pelvis bumped her clit with
every stroke.

"Jarod, you don't have to-" Miss Parker murmured, her eyes widening.

"I don't *have* to do anything... I want to," he gasped.

Jarod pressed his mouth roughly against hers, increasing his pace,
encouraged when he felt Miss Parker begin to respond and tighten beneath him.
Her fingernails raked down his back, pressing into his ass, and Jarod broke the
kiss to gaze down at her hotly.

"Harder!" she whispered.

Jarod sped up, his body sleek with sweat, and he closed his eyes, jerking
into her quite roughly now, absorbed in the soft sounds of pleasure she was
making as he drove into her. Although she had orgasmed not long before, their
foreplay had been long and drawn out, and he figured the odds were pretty good
that she could come again before he lost control completely.

"Oh god, Jarod, harder!"

He comp, pr, pressing his mouth to hers in bruising kisses, thrusting into
her in short, sharp strokes. He could feel the tremors and contractions of her
oncoming climax through his entire body, her velvet warmth pulsing around the
length of his cock. Miss Parker broke the kiss, pressing her open mouth to his
neck feverishly, as if surprised by the strength and the speed of her second
orgasm, crying out.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Jarod slammed into her only a few
more times, before his pleasure splintered over him, his whole world seeming to
split apart as he came, blinded by the heat and intensity of his orgasm. He
cried out Parker's name, clutching her convulsively before slumping over her,
his face in her neck, spent.

Sometime later he raised his head, gazing down at Miss Parker quizzically.
She gave him a slow, sleepy smile, looking *very* content. He chuckled,
dragging up one hand to stroke her tangled hair back from her face.

"You look very satisfied with yourself," he murmured huskily.

"Satisfied with you," she said, adding mischievously, "Twice!"

Jarod grinned, and pressed a long, chaste kiss to her cheek. Carefully he
withdrew, both of them groaning as they discovered some stiffening muscles.
Miss Parker seemed to be completely uninterested in moving, her limbs splayed
and flushed. She turned her head to watch him as he climbed from the bed. He
banked the fire, and went into the bathroom to clean up a little, emerging with
a damp washcloth. Parker watched him with sleepy contentment as he gently
stroked it between her legs, then tossed the cloth over his shoulder.

Crawling back into bed, Jarod pulled the covers over both of them. Miss
Parker, close to falling asleep, nuzzled up against him almost immediately,
tugging his face down to hers for a long, drugging kiss. Jarod, exhaustion
overcoming him, tucked her close to his body, feeling decidedly cheerful as he
drifted off to sleep.


"Beware of after effects"


Waking just before dawn, Jarod was assailed by a strong sense of guilt.
Miss Parker continued to sleep in his arms, looking ethereally beautiful in the
pre-dawn light. He had seduced her. Intentionally, irresponsibly, seduced her.
And enjoyed every minute. He hadn't meant it to go that far. He hadn't meant
to *actually* make love to her.

In fact, he decided, the only saving grace was that it *had* been making
love... not just sex. Not fucking, as he had made clear the night before. But
that didn't detract from the fact that, in order to ensure he won his freedom,
he had set about and succeeded (OH how he had succeeded!) to seduce Miss Parker.

Stupid book. Stupid idea. Stupid Jarod who had to go and instigate the
best sex of both their lives in order to walk away in the morning. Which is
what had to occur, of course. He couldn't just stick around. It wasn't like
they could hold slumber parties at her house (which was probably under
surveillance, anyway) every other weekend. Why had he made the mistake of
starting something he couldn't ever possibly finish? It wasn't like Miss Parker
had every second weekend of the month off in order to flit to some un-disclosed
location for an assignation with her favourite Pretender.

"Stupid, stupid book," Jarod muttered.

Miss Parker stirred in his arms, sighing softly and shifting even closer,
her face lost amidst a mass of silken hair. Jarod smiled tenderly, stroking one
large palm up her back, pausing on her shoulder blade. She was so tiny, so
delicate, underneath her tough-as-nails exterior. He couldn't regret having
seen this side of her.

The opposite, in fact. Although guilt had immediately ensued, he had
loved every minute of holding, kissing and driving her wild. It had felt very,
very right to make love to her. To gaze into her eyes as she orgasmed, to bury
himself inside of her. It had felt... perfect.

Jarod rose from the bed, going to stand at the window, naked. Beyond the
curtain lay a world of glistening white - the storm had departed, leaving a soft
pink dawn. Both of their cars were well and truly snowed in - he would have to
hike back to town. He dressed quickly, throwing the last of the wood onto the
fire in order to keep Parker warm.

Reluctant to leave, Jarod stood beside the bed for a long time. Miss
Parker had rolled onto her back with his departure, one arm flung above her
head. She looked delightfully tousled, and he wanted nothing more than to climb
back into bed with her, but knew it probably wasn't a good idea. He had to
leave, otherwise he never would, and he was still to close to the Centre to be
comfortable.

Retrieving the handcuffs from the top of the dresser, he handcuffed the
slim wrist that was above her head to the bed, being careful not to disturb her.
He set the key and a hastily scrawled note on the pillow next to her, creeping
from the cabin and out into the brand new world. A silly miscalculation had
meant he hadn't been able to get away from the cabin before she arrived, and he
certainly hadn't *intended* to seduce her so thoroughly, but he had.

And maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all.


Two weeks later


Miss Parker stood before her father's desk, looking cool, calm and
collected as he studied her. He looked down at the letter in his hands once
more, then looked back at her, seeming puzzled. "But Angel, I thought you
didn't *like* going away. You never did as a child... and you went away for a
weekend just recently and came back after only a day..." he said.

"I know Daddy, but... my ulcer has been playing up. My doctor has suggested
it's best that I take some extended time off. You know I've been working very
hard lately - I really think I need to get away, get some fresh perspective on
Jarod," she said calmly.

I'll get fresh perspective all right, she thought to herself.

"Well, if you insist, Angel. Three weeks, starting tomorrow," her father said,
rising from behind his desk.

Miss Parker allowed herself a small smile. "Thankyou Daddy," she said
graciously, kissing the air beside his cheek. She turned to go.

"Angel," her father called and she stopped, half-turning to look at him as he
said, "Where are you going, out of interest?"

"The Bahamas, actually," Parker said.

Back in her office, Miss Parker afforded herself a moment of private
reflection. From her pocket she withdrew the note that Jarod had left on her
pillow two weeks earlier. She traced her fingers tenderly over the message
there, a dreamy smile gracing her features.

It read simply - 'Please take vacations more often. Love, J.-'.


The End.


Author's Notes: This story was written for the Pretender Story Auction. I must,
of course, thank Trish for bidding, that's a whole lot of emails and postcards
to TNT. As the winning bidder, Trish chose three challenge items which *had* to
be included in the story -

champagne and strawberries,
a storm, and
baby oil (warmed, of course).

- which are all present (and really, really fun to wri Th The title, quotes
and chapter headings (which have been shuffled) all come from Robert Greene's
'The Art of Seduction', which is available at http://www.seductionbook.com - I
make no claim on this book, I simply borrowed parts of it for my own nefarious
purposes. Also, so I'm not setting a bad example (who, me?) - this is
fanfiction; in real life, people use protection.

And remember, kiddies, seduction is a dastardly and deceitful thing to do. I
expect you to go forth, find a target and hone your skills immediately. Vive la
révolution.