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She had a million different emotions speeding through her mind as he looked at her. She heard his soft gasp and appreciated it, but she was still feeling weird. She'd never liked feeling owned or being treated like property, and that was really what she was doing now. She was letting herself be his pet, his dog...not his equal. She sort of wanted to back off, to go back on all of what she'd already agreed to do, but he wasn't being mean. He was asking a lot of her, yes, but he wasn't being mean about it. She sucked in a breath when he squeezed her clit, reminding her just how badly her body and mind needed and wanted him. Three days ago she hated him...and now she needed him.

She calmed down a little when he kept playing with her, her mind being distracted from all of the bad things that could come of this obviously unequal relationship. She leaned down when he rolled over onto his back, enough that he could clip the leash onto the collar. She rested on hand on his thigh and the other on the side of his stomach to support herself so she wouldn't fall over onto him as she bent down so far. Their entire dynamic had changed, they weren't making sweet love anymore...and she was having some doubts again.
 
Nick reached up and opened the clasp on the end of the leash, hooked over the ring on Elsa's collar, and let it close with a light metallic snapping sound. He pulled his hand back, letting the length of the leash slip through his fingers until he was holding the end of it. He had been trying to read her face discretely, as she still wouldn't look him in the eye for long, but this moment distracted him. He stared at the real physical connection that was now between his hand and her throat. He trembled beneath her. There was no describing the sensation that the scene gave him. It was a bit extreme, perhaps, so maybe it was not such a surprise that it brought out such extreme emotions and lust in him.

After drinking the sight of her naked form, leaning over him and leashed to his hand, for a few seconds, he returned to studying her face. She was uncomfortable, he could tell. His body ached with his own desires, but he pushed it back. He didn't want her like this, silently submitting for him and never telling him how it bothered her. No, it was more than that, he realized. Her body hadn't lied to him earlier, but she was lying... to herself maybe. Just like she had lied to him about not wanting him, now she was lying to herself about this situation. If she really didn't like this, if she were doing it just for him, she would have said something like that to him. She hadn't once held her tongue in all the times they'd been together, and she had been delightfully tactless about it. She might want to spare his feelings more now, but she wouldn't simply be silent. Perhaps she didn't want to like this. The familiar confident smile spread slowly across his face. His sex ached for attention, but that would have to wait. If he wanted her to give him control, he'd have to keep his self control, and she needed to lose hers a bit.

"Alright, my pet," he said cooingly, confidence radiating through his voice now, "lay down across my stomach and arch your back. I can't sit up to give you a spanking, so you'll have to get into a position that makes it easy for me." He grinned at her, watching to see if she would meet his eyes. He knew, in spite of herself, she had responded when he got a little rough. She just needed a little encouragement. He gave a very gentle tug on her leash.
 
Oh no, she thought to herself, he's going to spank me. She knew she was going to lose it when he spanked her, she always lost it. She'd only done it with one other boyfriend, afraid to do it with any after him because of the way she naturally responded to it. She didn't know what it was about spanking or why, but it always sent her over the edge into a frenzy of arousal. And she was already aroused, extremely aroused, so she wasn't really sure how she was going to react. She didn't know how hard he was going to spank her either, that would make a difference. He'd casually slapped her ass before and that was nothing...but this could be very different.

She crawled over closer to him and laid across his stomach. She took a couple of deep breaths, remaining silent still. She didn't know what to say to him, or even how to address him. She felt like calling him Nick wouldn't be appropriate at this point, but she didn't feel comfortable calling him anything else. She thought he might want that at some point though...but she...didn't know how she'd feel about that. She lifted her ass up and bent her knees on the other side of his legs so that he could spank her, but she was still a little apprehensive.
 
He smiled as she sprawled herself out over him. He could feel her breasts flowing over his body and against his sides and he couldn't stop a shiver. He took a moment to run his hands, one of which held the end of her leash, over her shoulder, the side of her breast, and back, tracing her curves. Eventually, after he had purposely touched everywhere else on her body he could reach, he inched, agonizingly slowly, to run his hand over her ass cheeks.

He ran his fingers further, brushing against her pussy. He teased her clit just long enough to get her distracted, and then in one move lifted his hand away from her womanhood and brought it down on her ass with a smack. He hadn't started extremely hard, but it was enough to leave a slight outline of his hand that faded after a moment. He smirked to himself as she reacted to the surpise attack. Having her wrapped around his middle made it easier to feel every movement she made in response to his. He rubbed the spot he had just slapped, his hand adding warmth to the light sting. He raised his hand again and brought it down across both her cheeks this time, trying out a little bit harder, this one left a print that looked like a lewd hand molesting her. He grinned again and tried to focus on her smallest reaction.
 
She shivered too when he traced his hand along her curves. Then he ran his hand over her butt and even played with her clit a little. She murred softly when he played with her, raising her ass up a little higher. She was taken completely by surprise when his hand came down on her ass, and so she had absolutely no way to hide her reaction from him. She squealed, her inner pussy muscles tightening and her hands forming fists and grabbing hold of the comforter on his bed. She gasped afterwards, her body shuddering a little.

Then he spanked her again, and she had almost the same reaction, but bigger as he hit her harder. She ducked her head under her arms to hide her face, which was reacting almost like it would in an orgasm. Her arousal was spiking quickly, he would know that if he cared to look at her pussy or touch her there -- she was getting moist fast.
 
Her squeals were like an ice cube being run along his spine. His leg muscles tensed and his toes pointed, as they always did when he was terribly turned on. It was hard to push it back; his body was screaming to rub his hardness against something, anything. He gripped the leash but managed not to tug it. He rubbed the hand print away on her butt and raised his hand again, spanking her even harder this time. He obviously hadn't hit her line yet, she was still making squealing noises. Not that he wanted to push her to screaming, but obviously pushing her further was doing something to her.

He reached again and gave her two quick, harder spanks that made her ass jiggle a little in response. It was then that he noticed something against his side. A cool feeling that felt like moisture. He smiled and reached to his side, between her knees. He groaned when he realized that the moisture was dripping on him from her inner thigh. He ran his fingertips up the inside of her leg, following the trail of her arousal to her pussy. He knew she was excited from everything they'd been doing already, and he knew from her panties that she probably got pretty wet when she was this excited, but even so, he wasn't prepared for how aroused she seemed to be. He swallowed very hard and his breath turned quickly into urgent panting. "You're not really minding the slaps, are you, Elsy?" he asked her in his charming, seductive tone.
 
The harder he smacked her ass, the more extreme her reactions were. If he went on for much longer, she was going to end up orgasming just from this. She began to wriggle anxiously unsure that she was really going to be able to hold herself back, and she didn't want to come just from him spanking her, that was embarassing, that meant she really had no control over herself. She held onto the fabric of the comforter as tightly as she could, using it as a lifeline. She knew he could feel every movement she made, and that he liked it that way. She was completely vulnerable to him right now, she couldn't think of anything he could do to make her more so.

She shook her head when he asked her if she minded the slaps. "No..." she whispered, trying her best not to moan it. "I don't mind," but the last word came out a little bit like a moan.
 
The wriggling was almost too much to bear. She was so aroused that the scent filled his nostrils as he panted desperately for air. He squeezed the back of her leg like he was trying to hold onto it for support. When she spoke, and he heard how much she was trying to hold the arousal in check (and how she was failing to do so), the wriggling did become too much for him. He simply couldn't take it anymore. He gave her one more quick, sharp spank, leaving a perfect, red replica of the palm of his hand across one of her cheeks, and this time, when she reacted he was moaning with her.

He spoke quickly, out of desperate desire, "Straddle me, Elsa. Take me inside you and bounce, pet. Ride me... now!" His face was tight, his eyes were almost fierce because of the extreme desire. He meant to gently tug on the leash, but it was a bit harsher than he intended.
 
When he told her to ride him, it took her less than a second to begin to move. She yelped softly when he tugged on the leash, it yanked her head back unexpectedly. But she clamored backward and off of him, immediately swinging one leg over him and straddling his waist. She had to adjust herself a little so that she was over his incredibly hard penis, but once she was there she placed her hands on his shoulders and smiled down at him. She didn't even notice that the leash was hanging down in between them, resting on his chest.

She pushed herself down onto him, feeling him slide down into her already very lubricated womanhood. She groaned loudly when he slid inside, her fingernails digging into his shoulders a little. She immediately began to bounce herself up and down, rocking back and forth furiously. Now she was working towards an orgasm...and intense one.
 
His whole body tensed when she positioned herself above his cock and her labia brushed his head. As she took him slowly inside for the first stroke, he concentrated on nothing but keeping himself from exploding right then. The sensations that ran down his shaft were incredible, like being slowly engulfed in a slick, silky smooth sheath that expanded and contracted to fit around him perfectly. He grabbed her thighs and held on for dear life until she finally had his whole length inside her. When she started to bounce and grind on him, it was actually a little bit easier not to explode immediately, though it made him feel like he was being electrocuted. His hands and arms trembled and his toes pointed. He heard loud grunting from someone that sounded like they could barely breathe and was stunned when he realized it was him.

He felt like he was so very near orgasm, which made every stroke and rub her body was giving him the height of physical pleasure, but just able to keep himself from going over the edge. This was insane! He was sure it couldn't possibly last long because of how on edge he was, but it was unparalleled. He'd never felt this level of intense, lusty.... pleasure. When he was finally able to roll his eyes back to the right place in their sockets and he saw her breasts bouncing and swaying as she rode him, his hips began to buck wildly beneath her, despite his exhaustion. Twice, he felt his climax start and he made his body completely still, closing his eyes, clenching his teeth and holding his breath until he was able to hold it off for just a bit longer. If he had been able to think anything, he probably would have wondered if she took these almost pained looks the wrong way.
 
Elsa, too, didn't know how long she was going to be able to control herself. The other times they had been intimate had been very, very different. She hadn't wanted it, she had been pushing him away with everything that she had, leaving no room for any kind of pleasure she may have been able to have. But now she was craving pleasure, she was craving him, the only thing she wanted right now was to be lost in the ecstacy that is orgasm, and to be lost in it with him. She bit down onto her lip as she rode him, trying to make herself last longer, fully aware that he was doing the same thing. But after only a couple of minutes of riding him she knew that she was going to explode whether or not she wanted to.

She gripped his shoulders as tightly as she could, her fingernails digging into his skin. She didn't know if he was feeling pain or not, and if he was she felt bad, but she could hardly control herself. Her pussy muscles tightened on his cock and she moaned in a way that she never had before. It was like a primal, instinctual bellow that she could only make when she felt this way. She came hard, her thighs clinging to his waist. She gasped for breath, feeling completely and utterly spent.
 
He was so wrapped up in his own sensations that it took the hard biting of her fingernails to make him notice anything else. There was pain, but it was pleasurable. Like ten little points of electricity sending little shocks into his shoulders. He looked up into her face and saw what was there. Instantly he had to freeze as he knew what was... coming. His cock was throbbing, he was past the point of no return, but he could hold it off for just a second longer. Then he felt it, he felt her body tighten around his, felt her thighs holding onto him like she was afraid he would disappear beneath her. He kept trying to hold but his body broke through it, his penis exploded as she climaxed around him. It throbbed twice, sending jets of his cum into her. But then something unexpected happened because of how hard he was trying to stop it. The climax did stop... for a moment. He let go in a panic, not wanting to lose the rest of this intense orgasm. As soon as he did, his eyes bulged wide and then rolled back into his head, he coughed hard, unable to breathe. It was like a dam being overcome by floodwaters, except he had removed the dam. He exploded again. His back arched hard, using energy he didn't even have and lifting her with him a few inches into the air. The pulsing in his member almost hurt it was so intensely pleasurable. His body insistently pumped streams of his essence into hers, trying to claim her body. His head thrashed slowly from side to side as the rest of his body was locked by overtensed muscles. His eyes were unfocused and he was sure he was about to pass out. He collapsed back underneath her from complete exhaustion, his eyes closed and his body trembling and shaking as if he were cold. He lay there under her, coughing and making a raspy breathing noise like an asthmatic with his eyes shut.
 
She felt him begin to explode inside of her, and this time unlike all of the others, she was glad. She held onto him tightly, still moving up and down on him slowly as he came. She felt him shoot jets and jets and jets inside of her, half amazed that he had that much in him. When he finally stopped cumming she stopped moving, resting there on top of him with him still inside of her. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving up and down as they both sat completely still otherwise. Then, after a few moments, she leaned down over him and gave him a very very soft kiss on the lips. She smiled and slowly rolled off of him, laying on the bed next to him. Her legs fell open naturally and she could feel some of his seed dripping out of her, but she didn't care. She rolled over onto her side and plastered herself to the side of his body, resting her head on his shoulder. She giggled softly and then closed her eyes, heaving a great sigh of content.
 
He could feel her there, resting on top of him, kissing him, moving beside him, but he couldn't respond. His heart was racing and his lungs couldn't get it enough oxygen. He couldn't even open his eyes because he was sure the room would be spinning and he didn't want to ruin this for both of them by getting queasy. Pain washed over him, dulled by the flood of endorphins that his body was pumping through him: Pain in his legs and arms from their various efforts, pain he hadn't noticed because of the power of his arousal, hot pain coursing through his lungs as they coughed and gasped in an effort to provide the level of oxygen demanded by his body. He was content, lost in a flood, but his body felt like it had been through a particularly brutal workout. Finally he found his voice again.

"Elsa," he called in a voice that was as fragile as glass, as if he was going to break up inside. The sound actually made him worried, and he hoped it didn't concern her. "Am.. Am I still alive?"
 
She giggled softly when he asked her if he was still alive. "Yes Nick, you're still alive." she sighed again and snuggled his shoulder gently, throwing one of her arms across his chest. She traced her fingers up and down his other arm slowly, making little circles and squares all along his arm. She yawned and closed her eyes again, beginning to drift off to sleep. She was absolutely exhausted, and she was sure that he was too. She could hear it in his voice and even though she couldn't see him currently, she could feel his chest rise and fall as he gasped for breath.

(Sorry, super short!)
 
He heard her sweetly giggle and reassure him, and it made him feel warm. His heart was still racing, but he found he was finally beginning to be able to breathe again. He felt her snuggled up next to him, her soft naked body running along the length of his side. It felt so good to have her close, to feel her want to be close to him. He let out a long sigh and heard her yawn. It was a long time before his heart slowed down enough for him to feel like he could drift off himself. He could feel that he needed a towel, she probably did too, but he was too tired...

He woke hours later and found her still sleeping on his shoulder and chest. He smiled broadly and watched her breathe for a while. He raised his hand to run his fingers through her hair and found the leash still attached to it. He almost chuckled to himself, but gently, careful not to wake her, reached up to undo the collar she had fallen asleep wearing. He tossed it somewhere else on the large bed with a slight tinkling sound. He held her for a while, running his hands admiringly over her naked body. He turned his head to look at the clock in the dim light. It was 3:30 in the afternoon. He sighed deeply. As carefully as he could, he slipped out from under Elsa and rolled off the bed. She shivered in her sleep and he reached over to wrap the large comforter over her, as he couldn't get her under the covers without waking her.

He needed a shower, but when he walked in the bathroom and saw some of Jennifer's things, he suddenly didn't feel like it. He pulled on a pair of his pajama pants and his dressing gown and headed downstairs. He made a few business calls, logged on to his computer to do some work, but he was restless. Something was bothering him a little, and he found himself wishing Elsa was awake to talk to her. But no, he wanted to let her sleep. He flipped on the tv and tried to focus on SportsCenter.
 
She woke up an hour after he did, rolling onto her back and stretching out all of her limbs. She felt some pain, but not much. It was really just soreness from their physical activity. She opened her eyes and looked to the side that Nick had been, obviously seeing an empty space now. She pouted for a moment but then realized that the comforter was wrapped around her, something only Nick would have done. She sighed softly and rolled over to the edge of the bed, sliding off of it. She picked up her clothes that were around the bed and tossed them into a pile. She padded down the hall to the guest room and opened the bag she'd brought from her house and got dressed. She wanted to shower, but she'd seen some womanly things in the bathroom and that made her uncomfortable.

She went down the stairs and saw Nick sitting there at his computer. She grinned at him and went skipping over to him until she saw the pained look on his face. She grinned faded away and she stopped skipping, walking to him slowly now. "Are you okay? What's...wrong?" she asked carefully, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning.
 
He hadn't heard her enter the room. When she spoke to him, he turned his head and smiled. His manners flipped on and he stood up from his seat as a lady had entered the room. When he spoke though, his voice was familiar, not formal, "Hi Elsa, sleep well?" He smiled at her, erasing the look that had been on his face, but something still remained at the corners of his eyes, something like little lines of stress. "Oh nothing, I'm just... restless I suppose," he answered her. It seemed so silly. A few moments ago he had really wanted to talk to her, but now that she was awake, he almost felt nervous to do so. He motioned to a nearby easy chair, offering her a seat, and he waited until she sat down before he resumed his seat on the couch. He closed his computer and tried to sort out his thoughts to figure out what was bothering him exactly.

He asked her another question, trying to come at this conversation from another direction, "So, how do you like the Master Bedroom?" He smirked and put on as much of the teasing tone as he could muster, "Not too much like a cold-hearted villain's lair, I hope." He glanced at the clock, 5:00, and then his thoughts started to come together a little bit clearer.
 
"Yes, I slept very well." she said as she sat down in the easy chair. She folded her legs up under her and rested her chin on one of her knees, still watching him. She laughed, "It wasn't at all like a cold-hearted villain's lair. It was very comfortable. And warm," she said, blushing a little bit. She could remember fully everything that happened, but some of it embaressed her. She remembered the collar, the leash, the intense sex. Everything. And...part of her couldn't believe that she did some of those things. She tried to shake it from her mind, but something was bothering her. She had allowed him to have complete control over her, she'd never done that before -- not willingly anyway.

"I thought it was very nice in there. I wouldn't mind staying there again, I think." she smiled and turned her head to the side, watching his face. She could tell that something was wrong. "I know something's wrong. I can see it in your face." her voice was full of concern, she felt like he was hiding something from her.
 
He chuckled and looked away, towards the clock again. She was too observant. He wondered if he was subconsciously doing a purposefully bad job of hiding his thoughts. He took a moment to gather his thoughts; it was a bit complicated.

He let out a long sigh, realizing exactly how to start this conversation. "I can't hide it, can I?" he asked rhetorically, still looking at the clock. His head slowly turned and he looked at her again. "Jennifer, Elsy," he began. "Jennifer is wrong," he said and chuckled a little bitterly at the very small joke. He paused a moment and then added, "She called me yesterday and said she'd be here at 3 which means, if she's her usual punctual self, she should be here in about an hour... around 6 or so." He looked at her and tried to read her reaction. It was odd to find that he was so loathe to bring this topic up today. Yesterday, he wouldn't have much cared what Elsa thought about his relationships, but then again, yesterday he hadn't been happy, not really.
 
Her face dropped when he said the name Jennifer. Her entire body seemed to sink, as if all the life inside of her had been sucked out and now she was deflating. She drew her eyes away from him and looked down at the floor, biting her lip. She felt sorrow rising up inside of her, tightening her chest, making a lump in her throat, causing a buzz to ring loudly inside her head. She tried to look up at him again but couldn't. She had finally trusted him. She had finally allowed herself to feel what she wanted to feel for him, to let herself be vulnerable to him, and now this. She had seen Jennifer's things in the bathroom but then it hadn't been real. They could've been anyone's things, they could've been her things. But they weren't. They were Jennifer's.

She got up off of the chair and began to back up towards the stairs. She was finally able to look up at him, and tears were in her eyes. "I..." she began, but got choked up. "I have to leave. I have to go." she was going to go upstairs and get her bag, but why? Instead she took off towards the front door. She would run all the way home if she had to.
 
Nick's forehead crinkled as he watched her. He was a little surprised. He had expected anger maybe, hatred for what he was or disgust at what he was doing in his life, but tears and sobbing caught him a little off guard. His mind raced back over the conversations they had had early on about this subject. She had been pretty upset when she found out he was engaged; he remembered that. Had he just opened the floodgates on some private guilt of hers? Or was she upset with herself for being so openly affectionate with someone that she just realized she was disgusted by? He wasn't sure exactly what to say to her about either of those possibilities. He didn't dare hope that she might not want someone else to have a claim on him, but it certainly never occurred to him that Elsa might think that he was in love with Jennifer.

He opened his mouth to try and say something, but she was already speaking before he found any words. He couldn't process what she was saying. He wanted to argue that there was no reason for her to flee from Jennifer's presence, but then he very quickly ran through the scenario in his head. He definitely had no intention of watching Jennifer treat Elsa like a piece of furniture (he knew Jennifer couldn't care less if he slept with other women). He was quite sure he'd lose his temper if he had to watch that kind of scene play out. His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Elsa rising out of her chair. He stood instinctively, manners kicking in once again, but then she was running from the room. He stared for a moment, chasing her seemed cruel for some reason, but when he saw she was running for the door, he couldn't stop himself. He ran after her. She had the door open and was fleeing off the porch and across the lawn before he caught up to her. He reached out and, as gently as he could, grabbed her shoulders.

"Elsa please! Wait!" he pleaded between huffs. He slowed, gently restraining her. He turned her around. "Elsa, please, I'm asking you now, not demanding. Please wait."
 
She screeched when he grabbed her, wrenching her arm away from him and consequently stumbling and falling onto the ground. She picked herself up but then he was right there behind her and grabbed hold of her again. "No! No!" she screamed, sobbing almost uncontrollably. She turned around and began to beat on his chest, trying to push him away from her but at the same time, clinging to him. "Let me go, you have to let me go!" she was screaming at him as hard and as loudly as she could, letting all of her hurt and sorrow flow free from her.

Then suddenly she stopped moving, she stopped fighting. She stared him straight in the face, her tears streaking down her face. "Your fiancee is coming. The woman you love is coming. I have to leave. I'm not supposed to be here." but her voice cracked on that last sentence, her heart and soul breaking. The tears flowed down her face again as she realized what she was. A dirty mistress.
 
It hurt him physically to see the look in her face, to watch her tears. It certainly hurt him far worse than her fists did socking him in the chest. He hardly noticed the ridiculous scene they were making on his front lawn, or the grass under his bare feet. The wails coming from her felt like they were cutting him. He tried to pull her to him, but she wouldn't let him embrace her. It seemed like forever to him before she finally stopped and found her voice again.

When she did speak, relief rolled over him like a strong ocean wave, almost making his knees crumble under him. When he thought about her words, a grin spread across his face and he almost laughed out loud. Then he noticed the twisted pain on her face and his face lost its humor, but not its warmth. He kept the smile and answered her with his soft velvety voice, "Is that all you're worried about, Elsy?" He gently pulled at her again, trying to embrace her. She clearly wasn't going to let him yet, though, so he continued. "Elsa, I'm Jennifer's sixth fiancee, though this is actually her eighth engagement. I wouldn't even be her fiancee except she practically proposed to me. I love her about as much as she loves me, Elsa. I'm three new credit cards, after her daddy got tired of her maxing hers out, and a Mercedes to her."
 
Her face twisted from pain to disgust as he detailed his relationship with Jennifer to her. Supposedly, their relationship was just money and material things. Supposedly they had no love for each other. But that didn't make sense to Elsa. It didn't make any sense to her at all. Nick wasn't the kind of man that would let a woman use him like that. Why would he spend all kinds of money on a woman that he had no money for? Why would he buy her a new car, why would he give her three credit cards, why would he share a house with her, a bedroom with her, if he didn't love her? No. No. He had to be lying to her, he had to be.

She shook her head at him, trying to blink away her tears. "No, you're lying. You wouldn't do that, you wouldn't let a woman control you like that. That's...that's not who you are. That's not who I know you to be," but part of her, a teeny part of her wanted to believe him and was relieved by this.
 
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