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Uh oh. She hadn't realized that this would make him that angry. She'd never really commented much about his being from the South, she hadn't really realized that it might have been an issue for him in the past. She flinched when she heard the crystal smash against the wall. He was really pissed. She scooted off of the bed and tried to fix the bathrobe some, aware that she still hadn't dressed herself from the night before. She padded through the bathroom and out to the kitchen where she saw him standing there with his arms crossed and staring at the floor. She walked right up to him and lifted his chin up to look at her. She saw anger there, but she didn't see the angry lust that scared her. He was still her Nick.

She kissed him softly and wrapped her arms around him when she was sure that he would keep his chin up himself. She stroked the back of his neck gently, soothingly, the way she knew would calm him down. She pressed her forehead against his (up on her tiptoes to do this) and kissed him once more, lightly. "How about we have brunch next weekend, and then we can tell them to arrange a party for three months from now?" she smiled gently at him and kissed him again, more passionately this time. She hadn't even wanted to visit her parents in the first place, and now she was offering two visits.
 
He tried very hard to keep his arms folded stubbornly across his chest, but then she started to kiss him and rub that spot on his neck. He didn't even know how it happened, he just suddenly realized he was holding her. He listened to her speak and let out a sigh as she really started kissing him to soften him up. She was making it tremendously hard not to melt into her. He broke the kiss softly and looked down at her, serious now, but not angry. "Elsy, all I want is to know you better, and to do right by you," he said softly. "If you don't want a formal introduction, or you think they wouldn't approve of me," he stopped short of insinuating that she might really be embarrassed about his 'breeding', "well... they're your family. We can do what you like. Just answer me this, because I've had enough experience with it to know that neither my money or my family's money really makes a difference in it. Just like it didn't matter how many stylish turtle necks I wore or if I played Lacrosse, or I was one of the best rows in my crew team, or had a key with greek letters on it... Do you think you're leaving your social class to be with me?"
 
She felt a huge weight lift off of her shoulders when he relaxed and held her. She knew things were okay now, they'd weathered that storm together. She took a deep breath and then let out a contemplative sigh, thinking of how this was going to be best handled. "I want you to meet them. I...I think it will take time for them to approve of you, but I think once they get to know you it will happen. I'll call my mom, she's the easier one to talk to. She'll be excited that I'm coming to visit. We'll have brunch or something, and then I'll show you Boston. Then we'll probably have to have lunch the next day, and then we can fly home." she grinned and pecked his lips again, "And yes, I am leaving my social class to be with you." she paused for a moment just for the effect, "I moved up."
 
He listened to her, nodding as she spoke. Thinking in the back of his mind that they'd never approve of certain aspects of the relationship her daughter was in. He managed not to sigh at the thought, but the guilt just wasn't as severe this time. He was already starting to see it differently. Maybe it was wrong to let her allow it, but he was starting to see her as strong enough to make her own choice in the matter. He wasn't sure if this made him more or less of a terrible excuse for a man, but now wasn't the time to sort it out.

When she made her little joke, his eyebrow raised. He was just about to try and find something meaningful to say when she delivered the punchline. He rolled his eyes melodramatically and stuck his tongue out at her. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, passionately, keeping her there against his lips for a long moment. Then he very very carefully picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the kitchen. "I should have warned you when you came in... there's a lot of glass on the floor. I don't exactly know what it was, but I vaguely remember it being big enough that it had a handle," he winked at her, carrying her back towards the futon.
 
"It was probably the glass pitcher then," she said to him as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She let him drop her down on the futon but she held onto him so that he'd come down with her. She kissed him just as passionately as he had her before and began to rub the spot on his neck again. Despite her soreness, she was feeling playful and she wanted to mess around. They didn't have to have sex, but she at least wanted to be frisky with him. Once he was down on top of her on the futon she wrapped her legs around him again and began to run one foot down his leg trying to turn him on. He'd made her feel very girly just now, and she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just his masculine way of picking her up and carrying her to safety. It made her want to be sweet and playful with him, to reward him for being a man.
 
Nick groaned into her mouth as she kissed him, probing and exploring her mouth with his tongue. He ran the tip of his tongue playfully along her teeth and danced it along her tongue. Her attentions with her leg were incredibly sexy and his body responded instantly. There was absolutely no hiding the hardness, as the soft pj pants left nothing to her imagination. But he and his body definitely had different ideas here. He was very aware of how every movement was sore and painful to the soft body beneath him that belonged to the woman he adored. He wasn't sure what she had in mind either, but he knew what he wanted to do. He broke their kiss to start to work on her neck, throat and ears with his lips and tongue. He took the opportunity to murmur in her ear, "I love you, babe. I need you like air and water, and I want you like nothing else that exists."

Slowly, he made a space between them so that he could open her robe. He saw the bruises there, but he didn't react. He ran his fingers over her body lightly, touching the breasts he loved, gently teasing the delectable nipples that topped each of them with his fingertips. He was gentle, but he wasn't going to let her bruises keep him from doing what he knew she would love: enjoying her body. He kissed her breasts, and licked her nipples, then started to move towards his real goal. He kissed slowly down until he was licking her belly button. Then he kept moving...
 
"Mmmm, Nick. I love you too," she murmured as he opened her robe up. She lay there completely relaxed beneath him, as if her body was just waiting for him to touch it. Which, actually, it was. She was craving his touch and was already very horny for him. She was so anxious, in fact, that she was having all kinds of dirty thoughts in her head. She usually kept those thoughts there, and if she expressed them she did so through actions and not words, but all of these naughty things were bubbling up in her mouth and she was yearning to say them to him. She wondered how he would react if she said something really dirty to him, since she didn't do it often.

She murred when he kissed her breasts and licked her nipples, they immediately hardened. And then he kept kissing down further and further, getting closer to her womanhood. She spread her legs open for him, already moist with excitement. "Ahh, I love it when you lick my pussy," she blurted out before she could stop herself.
 
He had his nose nuzzled softly in her pubic hair (something that, for some reason, always turned him on incredibly), kissing her mons, when he heard her voice. His lips twisted into a grin against her skin. She'd never said anything like that to him before. He looked up at her and his eyes danced with delight. "Why you naughty little thing, where did that come from?" he said seductively, his playful tone overlapping with the velvety one she knew so well. Her words had sent shivers up his spine and he tried to quickly think of a way to encourage her. He moved his face so every word he spoke would also be a hot breath that fell directly on her clit, "Talking like that only serves to drive me crazy with desire for you, love." He kissed the lips that were right in front of him... and slowly let it turn into a french kiss, licking softly at her clit.
 
She giggled when he asked her where that had come from. She had no idea, really. It had just come out. And it was the truth. "It's just the truth baby," she murmured, sighing deeply when she felt the hot breath from his words hit her clit. God was she horny. She sucked in another breath when he began to french kiss her pussy, his tongue licking at her clit repeatedly. She moaned and arched her back, her fingers grabbing hold of futon below her. She spread her legs even wider for him, desperate for more attention. "Ahh....make me cum, Nick. Make me scream,"
 
He swallowed hard, which of course drew a lot of her moisture into his mouth. Momentarily distracted, he moaned happily into her silky soft folds, enjoying her taste. Then her words seemed to ring in his head for a second time, and he noticed the way she was opening her legs and pushing her sex up into his lips. This was intoxicating. Doing his best to oblige her request, he teasingly sucked her clit into his mouth. He let his tongue slide inside the soft protective hood and touch her little nub directly for a millisecond, then drew it back quickly. He let his lips softly massage and rub against her folds as his tongue flicked and tap-danced across any spot that seemed sensitive. He grabbed her ass hard and pulled her into his mouth, pushing his nose into her pubic hair, wanting to fill all his senses with her arousal.
 
She yelped when he sucked her clit into his mouth and pressed his tongue against it for one glorious second. But then he pulled away and she whined, bucking her hips up at him again. When he grabbed her ass and pulled her up towards him her body slid down closer to him a little. She loosely placed her feet on his back, her legs still spread wide. "Mmm," she moaned, tilting her head back and looking up towards the ceiling, "I'm so horny, Nick. I want you so bad," it was the absolute truth. Not that she ever didn't want him, but right now, she wanted him desperately. She wanted him to please her and she wanted to please him in every way possible.
 
Nick's eyes met hers for a second as she talked about how hot she was, and then they rolled back into his head. He absolutely buried his face in her pussy, getting a little undisciplined and crazy in his licking. He moved his lips down from her clit and slid his hand between her thighs. His fingertips slowly slid up her slit and pulled her labia open. He forced himself to break contact with her womanhood so that he could look at her. When he saw her, held open to his eyes by his fingertips, he groaned loudly. "Ohhhhh Elsa, honey... I can't even explain to you how much I want you... how much I want to hear you scream and moan in pleasure at my touch," he said in a husky voice, just above a whisper. He kissed her open pussy deeply, sliding his tongue into her for the first time. He twisted and swirled it flexibly inside her sex.

His eyes closed as he tasted her, an almost unending moan of unbridled lust and excitement welling up from deep inside his chest and vibrating into her folds through his lips. He was ignoring her clit, he knew, but he was taking this moment for himself as much as for her. He wondered if she knew how much he truly enjoyed her body. When he was almost completely breathless, he broke this intimate kiss and gasped. "Elsy," he breathed, "you're.. like a drug." He wrapped his lips around the hood of her clit again and began to flick his tongue rhythmically over the sensitive skin, every so often pressing the tip directly against her hard clit when he thought it might give her a jolt. He grabbed onto her legs and softly tugged them, encouraging her to clamp down around his head if she wanted to. He gave her a little wink to let her know he could handle it.
 
She nearly screamed with pleasure when he pushed his tongue up inside of her and twisted and swirled it around. It was absolutely divine, almost (almost) as good as when his cock was inside of her. Her back arched and her pussy muscles squeezed his tongue desperately. He was driving her right to the edge of orgasm and he knew it. She whined and gripped the futon below her, sweat pouring off of her forehead now. "Ahhh, Nick...babe...oh, God...I'm gonna cum!" she was so absolutely close to heaven now that she wasn't trying to control herself at all. She could feel her body revving up for explosion and she was just going to let it happen.
 
If his lips weren't completely hidden in her pussy, she'd see a huge grin plastered on his face. It was interesting to him that this would seem a submissive act to many; it made him feel almost like he was in control of her body at a very basic level. He had felt how close she was getting before she'd actually voiced it, but he hadn't expected her to sound so raw and excited when she spoke. He actually had to make himself calm down; he wanted to tease her more, but he was getting so turned on that he could easily send her over the edge just because he was getting too into what he was doing.

He pushed himself back, turning his head so that not even his breath would fall on her exposed sex. He watched closely, ready to playfully slap her hands away if she tried to get herself the last few inches of the way over the cliff. There was only one way she was going to get the stimulation she wanted, and that was from him. "Really babe?" he answered her, "Even if I stop?" He grinned at her evilly. "How badly do you want to cum, hmmm?" he said in that seductive voice wrapped in silk that he did so well winking at her, "Bad enough to agree to be my little collared slave for the rest of the afternoon? Bad enough to beg me a little to put that loud, jangling leash on you again?"
 
When he pulled away from her she felt like something fell inside of her. Suddenly she wasn't so high anymore. She was at a teasing high, an anxious high, like she was teetering on the edge of teetering on the edge. She opened her eyes and looked at him, confusion there but mostly taken over by her extreme arousal. Even if he stopped? Lord, no! "Ahhh!" she whined, pouting her lips heavily and moving her hand down to her pussy instinctively, only to have it slapped away by him. "Not if you stooooop," she whined, wrinkling her eyebrows at him. He was playing with her now, he was making her really beg for it. "I want to cum so badly, Nick, pleeeeease let me," she pleaded with him, but it wasn't enough.

He wanted her to be his slave again, his little collared bitch. And she was ready to be that for him. She was so horny that she would do nearly anything for him at this moment. Plus, he was giving her that silk voice that she could never in a million years refuse. She nodded, "Ohh, yes. I'll be your slave, master," she cooed, using the word she knew he loved.
 
His grin became excruciatingly mischievous when she called him master. His voice took on an overly formal tone, "Oh let us not get hung up on such formal titles, shall we? Calling me 'sir' will be perfectly acceptable." He licked his lips at her, and slowly, agonizingly slowly, started to move his head back between her legs. When he finally got there, he teased her more, kissing the inside of her thighs and licking her outer labia, but not touching the softer, more sensitive areas yet. He could only stand this teasing himself for a few moments, and when he finally started to lick her clit again, it was with gusto. He sucked it into his mouth again and tickled the hard little nub again with the tip of his tongue... and then he lowered his head further and pushed his tongue into her again. He was genuinely surprised by how much she enjoyed that, just another way she was truly unique to him. He flexed his tongue inside her and dragged it as hard as he could against the inner walls of her pussy, his lips and nose lightly brushing her clit as his tongue made love to her. He groaned into her body, bass toned vibrations pressing right against her sex. He was so excited that his toes were curling; he wanted absolutely nothing right now but to feel her and watch her climax on his wiggling tongue.
 
She just about thought she was going to die when he plunged back down into her pussy again. She was so relieved that he was pleasuring her again and not torturing her with lack of contact that at first she didn't notice that he was teasing her. But then her pussy began to ache for pleasure and she whined again, only to be almost immediately appeased with his tongue assaulting her clit and then diving inside of her again. She moaned loudly and passionately, her body completely wracked with pleasure. Then she felt it rising, rising, rising, and then boom. Her pussy muscles clamped down on him and then flooded their release out. "Ahhh, Niiiiiiick!" she moaned, gasping for breath.
 
Nick didn't let up as he felt her explode, still assaulting the inside of her pussy as it clamped and released quickly on his tongue. He rode out her orgasm feeling immensely pleasured himself. He held onto her hips as she wriggled to make sure he could keep his tongue where it belonged. As she slowly came down, he held her gently. He softly rubbed her thighs until her breathing seemed to slack. Then he winked at her and got up off the futon. He walked out of the room, smiling and not saying a word. She could tell when he was walking back towards her, because a familiar jingling noise accompanied his steps. He came back carrying her personal leash and collar, smiling lovingly and encouragingly at her. He tossed the blue collar across the room, landing it next to her on the futon. Then he leaned against the door frame and started to play suggestively with the leash.
 
She felt him move away from her and heard his feet pad across the floor, but it took her a couple of minutes to be able to comprehend the room. She just lay there, her legs spread wide apart, as she waited for him to return. She heard him before she saw him. The familiar jangling sound of the large chrome leash. She sat up and saw him leaning there against the door frame, playing with the leash after he tossed the collar to her. She grinned and clasped the collar on herself, turning it so that Elsy was facing him. He wanted her to beg for the leash, like he'd said before. She crawled forward on all fours to the edge of the bed and pouted at him, "Please, sir, can you leash me? Pleeeease? I don't know what to do without my man holding onto my leash..."
 
He was already hard from all the wonderful time he'd just spent in an intimate embrace with the adornment of her femininity, but when she started teasingly pouting and begging, he was sure his cock had visibly throbbed and jumped inside his pajama pants. Of course, his jaw also dropped open. To say he hadn't been expecting her to have come that far out of her shell was an understatement. The last time he'd leashed her, there had been a tremendous amount of nervousness and blushing on her part. Now she was playing back at him, on all fours at the edge of the futon like she was his sexy little puppy. He suddenly realized that she'd teased him right out of his confident, self-controlled mask that he usually wore for this sort of game, and immediately started a little bit of a coughing fit to avoid giggling as he started trying to regain his composure.

When he finally had some semblance of a controlled air back, he looked at her with a grin and said, "Somewhere along the way, you've become and intolerable tease, Elsy." He walked softly over to her and pulled her face directly into his crotch under the pretense of trying to get to her collar from the back. He brushed her hair off of the back of her neck and found the D ring, snapping the clip of the leash onto it with a loud metallic clack. Then he breathed, so quietly that even he wasn't sure if he wanted her to hear it, "Naughty pet."
 
"You seem to tolerate me pretty well," she giggled just before he stuffed her face into his crotch. Without even waiting for a command from him she lifted her head up and bit the elastic of his pajama pants and began to pull down. She found that that wasn't working very well for her so she moved back on her knees and quickly tugged his pants down with her hands, releasing his delicious, hard, long, thick cock. She glanced up at him for a moment and then back down at his cock. She moved her body purposely so that the leash would jangle as she looked up at him again, "Can I have a treat?" she pouted at him, moving her eyes slowly down to his crotch again to indicate what she meant.
 
His eyes went wide as she immediately went to work on him. Good grief! It was like she was possessed all of a sudden. She was unafraid, unembarrassed, and downright sexually aggressive, and he absolutely loved it! This wasn't going according to plan, however. She was deliberately being submissive, but if he let her, she was going to end up leading this encounter exactly where she wanted, while putting a smile on his face the whole time of course. This was an entirely different kind of challenge than she'd ever offered him. He had 'control', she was giving it to him, but she was still teasing and playing him. The only way he was going to be able to handle her was if he had enough self-control to resist her and turn the tables a bit.

"Ahem," he said in a playful voice of his own, and grabbed onto her collar itself and tugged her a little further back to keep those delicious lips of hers away from his sensitive member, "Now listen here, my sweet little pet. Your enthusiasm is... well frankly it's intoxicating, but I'm not going to let you just sweep me off my feet, no matter how delectable I find your considerable oral talents." He paused and grinned down at her, looking over her naked body and noting the many bruises. His mind raced as he considered the words that had just come to his mind. He looked into her eyes, deciding to speak without over thinking it, trusting the connection between them to keep it from coming out as insensitive. He made sure his voice sounded playful, daring, and had no hint of malice, "Since it's one of the few spots on you that looks like it needs reddening up, I think we should start by giving you a little spanking to remind you who's in charge here."
 
She had just been about to move her head down and take the treat herself when he grabbed hold of her collar and pulled her head back. She pouted, anxious to touch him and feel him. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but whatever it was was driving her absolutely wild. Wild for him, more specifically. She felt like she could play with him all day long and into the night and still be raring to go after a few hours rest. But he was forcing her to hold back, forcing her to obey him. And much as she just wanted to jump him, this was hotter.

Her eyes widened when he spoke those controversial words. One of the few spots on her that looked like it needed reddening up. Her heart swelled when he said that and she felt her pussy get even wetter just from that statement and no touch at all. God, he was so sexy. She put on an innocent face and nodded to him, "Yes sir. You're right. I deserve a spanking,"
 
The look on her face and the cute, hot little words she uttered managed to stun him, and for a moment there was nothing in his head except a loud buzzing noise. This was insane! He'd wanted her badly before, but in those cases he'd usually gone ahead and taken her. Being denied, especially since he was the one doing the denying, was excruciating. It was also incredibly, intensely pleasurable. It was more than just that though... he'd never felt so wanted in his entire life, either. Her lust and excitement seemed palpable, written in her features and the tones of every syllable she uttered. Breathing seemed like a challenge right now, let alone this game he was playing.

He took a step back and pulled his silk pants back into place, denying her eyes but mostly trying to give himself some sort of actual barrier to be able to lean on and keep himself in check. He tugged on her leash and started walking towards the master bathroom. He'd had another delightful idea. "Come on then, pet, let's go find a nice hair brush or something to lay into you with," he said suggestively. This wasn't going to be one of his typical open handed spankings, and he was going to have her choose what was going to be used on her. When he'd safely turned his head away from her, he gulped hard. He was suddenly feeling very hot, despite the AC and being half naked.
 
When he tugged on the leash she moved her legs forward and hopped off of the bed. She opted to walk upright as she didn't think that her legs would tolerate walking on all fours right now. He'd done a little bit of a number on her knees the other night, and she didn't think they'd appreciate being walked on right now. She followed him towards the bathroom where several hairbrushes (all hers, why she had more than one she wasn't sure of at the moment) laying on the bathroom counter. She perused them silently, finally deciding on a big flat brush. She picked it up and handed it to him, a very serious look on her face. "I think this one is the best for this punishment, sir."

She was intolerably horny, and he knew that spanking her only made her more so. That first time he'd ever spanked her, on his bed in his mansion, had really been the first time she'd fully opened up to him. That was also the first time he leashed her, now that she thought about it.
 
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