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The way he was speaking was hard for her to deal with. The tone of his voice was inviting, smooth, and deliciously sexy, but his words were horrible. She almost didn't even hear the words, she only heard his voice. She really hoped that he had forgotten what he had said about the spanking, because it would be really hard for her to resist him if he kept talking like that and he spanked her. She furrowed her brows and frowned at him when he told her to come sit on his lap. She shook her head and crossed her arms in front of her chest, each hand clinging to the opposite arm. "I don't want to," she mumbled childishly, "If you're going to rape me you're going to have to be on top of me," but then she realized that he probably wouldn't really be raping her this time.
 
He rolled his eyes at her in mock exasperation, the genteel smile never leaving his face. "So melodramatic, Elsa," he said smoothly, "but very well, if you're refusing to move, I will instead." He slid across the space between them and sat next to her. His move wasn't aggressive, but there was no room for her to slide away from him. It would be easy for him to pin her against the door. He slowly leaned towards her and cooed in her ear, "I assure you I'm not in the mood to 'rape' you, my dear. I feel like a little foreplay." He gently bit and nibbled at her earlobe and gently started to tug one of her hands away from it's grip on her bicep. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled the hand up to his face, kissing the back of it before sucking first one, then two of her fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirled teasingly along her fingertips as he ever so lightly sucked on them. His eyes smiled at her, trying to entice her into meeting his gaze.
 
She cringed when he slid over to her, one leg pressed against the door and the other against his leg. For a moment she wondered if he would ever be in the mood to rape her again. If there would just be a time when he'd want to fuck the shit out of her and give her pain on purpose. She hoped not. If she was going to have to deal with this, she didn't want it to be like that. She gasped softly when he bit her ear, his soft lips and warm breath pouring over her skin. She resisted his pulling her hand up to his face, but once he got it there her hand relaxed itself without permission from Elsa. She whimpered when he sucked on her fingers, shivering a little. She tried to keep her eyes away from him but finally she couldn't resist anymore and slid her eyes over to his, immediately getting lost in them.
 
A seductively confident grin spread slowly across his face as he pulled her fingertips from his lips. He returned her look with a smoky smolder in his blue eyes. She was responding to him, in spite of her complaints, and he could tell. He stared at her for a long moment, considering what he was about to try and take from her this time. He knew the significance of this sort of moment for most women, though she certainly wasn't like most women, and part of him was hesitant. Still, if she was going to try to be resistant, he could think of no better moment than one like this, where her guard was at least shaky if not down, for a first kiss...

He leaned his head closer to hers. He slowly brought his free hand up to her cheek, running it slowly back along her jawline until he was cradling half her face in his hand. Then, keeping his eyes locked with hers, he pulled her gently until her lips were brushing his. After one more look in her eyes, he let his eyelids was over the blue fire of his eyes, covering them, and pressed his lips onto hers.
 
She stared into his eyes, unable to see anything except him. The closer he came to her, the faster her heart raced. Her eyes widened and she suddenly held her breath, waiting for what she knew was going to happen. She could hear her heart thudding wildly in her chest, every muscle tensed. Then he closed his deep blue eyes and pressed his lips to hers. It felt like her entire body melted. She let out a soft whine, pressing her lips back against his. She closed her eyes as well, leaning in to him. She found herself moving towards him without even trying, molding her body to his. She very gently rested a hand on the back of his neck, kissing him again and again. For now, she was lost in him. All she knew was what she had been denying herself -- that she liked him, a lot.
 
He didn't know what he had expected, terrified whimpers, begrudging acceptance, a slap in the face maybe, but it wasn't raw enthusiasm. His breath fell hot and quick from his mouth and nose as his chest suddenly ached for more air. He groaned as he felt her fingers tangling into his hair at the nape of his neck. The sensation drove him wild; his lips were more feverish, hungrily pressing against hers, parting in invitation for more from her. His fingers slid behind her ear to wrap themselves in her hair. He wrapped his other arm around her back and pulled her tighter against his body. He couldn't breathe, but he couldn't break from her lips.
 
She kissed him harder when he began to act more wildly, pressing herself up to him. She gasped for breath as well, feeling more erotic now than she ever had in a previous sexual encounter. For a few moments she was completely into him, she knew nothing but him. But when he grabbed her hair, her eyes flew open. She wriggled a little, suddenly confused. Where was she? Who was she with? Nick, she was with Nick. She was kissing him...they were embracing. She wriggled more, "Wait, wait...I'm not sure...I..." she suddenly grew apprehensive.
 
He groaned as he felt her start to resist, her lips breaking from his. His fingers tightened slightly in her hair, blurring the line between the gentle caress that they had represented and a hold on her head which they could easily become. "No," he said softly, but insistently between kisses as he moved to her jawline and throat, "I won't." He slipped his roaming hand beneath the back of her shirt, rubbing the small of her back with his hot hand, sliding upward until the fingers were touching the clasp on the back of her bra. He grazed his teeth against her throat and pressed her back against the seat and door frame. His chest flattened against her, refusing to budge from anything but the closest contact with her body. He wasn't going to argue with her. Even if he hadn't felt her desire so strongly, he probably wouldn't have stopped, but he wasn't about to let up after her open desire had coursed from her through him like that.
 
She kept wriggling, growing a little exasperated when he said he wouldn't wait. "Please, please!" she begged him, putting her hands on his chest and pushing him backwards, though he didn't move much. "Just wait for a second!" but it was clear he wasn't going to wait. She tried to wriggle her way out, but he'd pushed her so firmly against the doorframe that she could barely move as it was. She felt him unclasp her bra and whimpered, fighting the overwhelming sensation of arousal that was coursing through her. "Nick, please!" she screeched, hoping that her rare use of his name would throw him off. She didn't want to want him, but she did want him. She wanted him badly, and she hated that.
 
He was ignoring her pleas, but when she spoke his name, he quivered. He froze for just a moment, his hot breath falling on the hollow at the base of her throat, but didn't back off. "No, Elsy," he moaned throatily, purposely using her nickname for familiarity. One of his hands gripped her hair loosely, holding her head back so his lips had access to her throat, the other slid slowly around from her back to her stomach, teasing her belly button with his fingertips. He kissed along her collarbone, using his teeth to slip the neck of her blouse and bra strap off her shoulder. He kissed and licked the top of her shoulder, and then, with a grunt, he slipped his lips back over his teeth and bit into her skin just enough to leave a mark. He spoke against her bared shoulder, "I'm not giving you a chance to figure out what you are sure of, Elsy."

Her wriggling was enticing, and he wondered, in the back of his mind, if she realized how counter-productive it was. His fingertips against her stomach felt like they were being shocked while being set on fire, desperately asking him if they could seek out more of this incredible woman's flesh. There was a sharp sound as he sucked in a deep breath quickly, then started to trail his hand up the front of her blouse. His hand was insistent, easily pushing past the flimsy cloth of her blouse and unclasped bra as well as her unsure hands that tried, without enough conviction, to stop his advance. He felt the edge of one of the firm yet soft mounds and let out a low moan against her shoulder. His fingertips spread out and teasingly brushed only the edges of her breast, tracing it's outline. Then his fingers tensed and, without much warning, sprang to cup her roughly. His hand squeezed and his fingers spread around her nipple, teasing it as the flesh around it was manipulated and manhandled. He bit down on her collarbone this time and pressed his hips forward into her thigh, providing evidence of his own arousal to her body.
 
She shuddered when he called her Elsy, this time the sound wasn't poisonous and mean, but eager and insistent. She stared at him for a moment, frozen as he continued to undress her. She jumped when he began to tease her stomach, she'd always been ticklish. Her muscles contracted and she tried to pull away, but there was still nowhere for her to pull herself to. When he bit into her collarbone her hips bucked out involuntarily and she moaned, her eyes closing. She tried to pull herself out of it, but it just felt so nice, so good, so right. She turned her neck as his teeth sunk in, one hand grabbing on to the nearest thing, which happened to be his shirt. She gripped it and pulled it towards her, her legs half folded up underneath him.

She gasped when his fingers trailed along her breast, her nipples hardening immediately. Then he pressed up against her thigh and she could feel his bulge. She wanted it, she wanted him inside of her so badly...but she felt like she shouldn't. She had to resist her urges, she had to hate him. But she didn't hate him. She trembled and hesitated, fighting with herself inside of her mind. Then she leaned her head forward and placed her lips on his neck, very gently.
 
His whole body felt on edge, every nerve a hypersensitive, raw sensor that fed her every reaction back to him. He was intently aware of every movement and twitch her body made in response to his touch. He felt her legs fold up towards her and against him, felt her grab onto his shirt and tug. But when her lips brushed his neck, the shiver that the contact sent down his spine made him grind his hips against her side, his member desperately seeking even such frustratingly indirect sensations caused by his suddenly annoying clothing. This wasn't the same man who was in control of himself (and in control of her) and took what he wanted from her earlier; he was uncontrolled, consumed by the desires he felt for her.

His hand released its hold on her breast and began to tug at the edge of her blouse, urgently pulling the fabric and her bra up out of the way to bare her chest to him. His head dropped from her shoulder and immediately suckled the her nearest nipple into his warm wet mouth. The movement broke the point of contact between her lips and his neck, causing him to grunt (whine, if he was truthful) plaintively. He wouldn't relinquish his suckling, licking hold on her hardened nipple now that he had it, but her lips had felt so amazing pressed on his skin there.

His hand ran back down her body, along her side and to her thigh. It was then that he remembered that she was wearing pants. His mind came back to him just enough to make an annoyed note to have her wear skirts as often as he could in the future. With this thought an unshakable and obsessive question came to his mind, and once he'd thought about it, no matter how hard he tried to reconcentrate himself on the foreplay he wanted to subject her to, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He was desperately curious about how wet her sex was.
 
She knew enough about herself in the brief time they'd spent together that when she was aroused, her body would always betray her to him. If she wanted to hide arousal from him, she could try, but once he got her clothes off he would know. She felt him bucking wildly against her leg and smiled, glad that she at least had more control over herself than he did at this point. She didn't have much control, but it was obvious that he had none. She allowed him to undress her top, her blouse falling to the ground and her bra falling in between them until he moved it to the floor of the car along with the blouse. When his hand trailed to her thigh she knew what he wanted...he wanted her pants off.

But she couldn't undress herself for him. She'd done it earlier today out of absolute necessity, but she couldn't do it now. Even though she did want him, desperately, and she'd accepted that at least for now, she wasn't going to undress for him. He would have to undress her, or he'd have to order her to do it and she didn't think he wanted to do that now.

When his lips engulfed her nipple she shivered lightly. He was sucking it so feverishly it was like his life depended on it. She wriggled again and began to try to slide herself off of the seat, aware that he was completely losing it. "Hey...calm down for a second," she whispered to him, her fingers touching the back of his neck gently. She thought that maybe, if she could get to sitting on the opposite side of the seat and they could pause for a few moments, he would calm down. She, too, would calm down, and perhaps be able to get out of revealing her soaking wet panties to him.
 
Had it not been for her touch on his neck, he probably wouldn't have even heard her words. He moaned against her nipple, willing his hips to stop dry humping her thigh in response to her touch, but he didn't move an inch in response to her wriggling. Calm down? Was she crazy? He let his lips slip back, baring his teeth and biting down, lightly at first, on her sensitive aureole. He danced his tongue over her captive nipple before releasing it, only to start to make harder bites on and around her breast.

His mind was racing in a hundred directions, none of them definite but one. He felt that he had to know. He didn't doubt what her body was already doing, her reactions didn't lie, but he wanted to know exactly how deep that reaction ran. His fingers fumbled with her belt and the fastening of her pants, but her wriggling and his effort to keep working on her chest made his efforts fruitless. He tried to press his body weight upon her, to push her into the corner of the seat, hoping that he could make her still enough to unbuckle the frustrating garment.

Finally, with and exasperated grunt, he abandoned his efforts on her boobs and sat back a little. He noted with a grin, that she had little red teeth marks all over her large perky breasts. Without giving her a second to try and shift away, he took both of his hands and began to try and work on her pants, but his hands were still a little shaky from the level of his arousal.
 
She gasped when he began to bite down onto her nipple, her leg twitched a little. Then he bit her again and again, making it harder for her to concentrate on her attempted escape from his grasp. She was glad when he stopped dry humping her, she had sort of felt like a random person a horny dog decided to take out his frustrations on. But though he stopped humping her, he didn't stop pursuing her. He didn't even answer her with words. She fought against him pushing her against the side of the car again, but he managed to get her and hold her there.

She found it slightly comical just how much difficulty he was having with her pants. She made a mental note to wear pants as often as she could. If he was going to take from her, he should have to do some work to get it, though she thought that he might be having the opposite thoughts. She stifled a laugh and wondered how he planned to get the pants off of her once they were undone, as he had pushed her into a corner and was nearly on top of her. He would need to move away from her and let her get off of the seat to get the pants down.
 
He groaned in lusty frustration and balled his hands into fists against her stomach. He took a deep breath and said quickly, "I don't suppose I'm going to talk you into holding still. Am I, Elsy?" He looked into her eyes and smiled at her warmly. His eyes were smoky, thick with desire for her, and he was looking into hers piercingly. He unballed a fist and ran his shaky fingers along her cheek, his broad smile displaying every bit of charm he had in his being. But, despite his efforts, his body quivered against hers, clearly indicating that he's anything but calmed down.
 
Her eyes widened when he stroked her cheek. She swallowed nervously and stared back into his eyes which were smoldering at her. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She closed her mouth and kept staring at him, still wriggling. Then she stopped moving, stared into his eyes for a moment longer, and then nodded. "I'll stay still," she whispered, swallowing again. She glanced down at his hands on her pants, he was holding them so tightly she thought he might rip them up.

(Sorry, short<3)
 
He actually groaned in response. In truth, he hadn't expected her to agree, and it had moved him more than he thought it might. He didn't wast time, though. His eyes dropped from the lock on her gaze that he had been keeping and his hand on her cheek dropped to the front of her pants. His hands were still trembling slightly, and after a try at unbuttoning her pants that would best be described as halfhearted, he simply grabbed the fly and pulled until the button popped off. He was able to muster enough control to grasp the zipper and tug it most of the way down. Then, with a quick breath, he pulled back from her, creating a space between them.

He swallowed hard, still looking at her waist, her navel, anticipating. The answer was literally at his fingertips. He wouldn't have been surprised if he were drooling in those moments. His hands seemed to move too slowly as they went to the waist of her pants and started to tug on them. The cloth resisted, but slid over her hips, exposing the waistband... and then the rest of her familiar pink panties...
 
She leaned back against the frame of the car, her heart racing wildly. She couldn't believe that she was allowing him to take her pants off, that she was going to let him take her again, but that she wanted it this time too. She couldn't deny that she wanted him, no matter how much she wanted to. Her body was raging for him, there was no doubt that she craved his touch. She lifted up her hips a little when he began to tug at her pants, making it easier for him to slide them off. While he slid them, they caught her panties and they began to slide off too, until her womanhood was exposed to him. Her panties were soaked, almost completely through.
 
He was only vaguely aware of the fact that his mouth was hanging open. He stared at the soaking wet panties that were lightly brushing his fingertips; then he stared at her glistening wet sex. He trembled, visibly. "Elsa," he said, but his voice trailed off as his eyes ran appreciatively over her mostly naked body. He still hadn't pulled her pants or underwear over her ankles. His pants, which before had been a frustration, now felt agonizingly confining. His fingers were at his chest, mindlessly unbuttoning his shirt while his eyes remained glued to her body. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice the limo slow and stop at the gate of his own house, stopping for a moment while the guard opened the gate. At the moment there was nothing in his world but her, and his desire for her.

His head dropped to her thighs and began kissing the top of them. Her abundant arousal flooded his nostrils, and he groaned in response. He had his shirt halfway open now, and his kisses were fading into licks that were moving towards her delicate, wet folds. Dew on a flower, he thought to himsself, surprised at the poetic note his brain had taken.
 
Her face flushed deeply when his mouth dropped open and he stared at her. It was as if he'd never seen it before. Still, she appreciated the admiration he was staring at her with, he wasn't gawking at her like he had the first time. His kisses along her thighs made her shiver even in the wild heat that was her arousal for him. As he licks grew closer and closer to her pussy her muscles tensed up anxiously as she waited for him to finally touch her. But then she felt the car stop. She looked up at the window and could vaguely see the outline of his huge house through the deeply tinted windows.

"Nick..." she said carefully, wriggling a teeny bit. "Nick...we're at you're house. We have to get out," as much as she didn't want him to stop, she knew that in a matter of seconds the butler would be opening the door and seeing them there like that, and she couldn't have that.
 
He kissed and nibbled his way to the inside of one of her thighs, moving ever closer to her sex. Finally he turned and let his hot breath fall directly on her pussy lips. "Mhmmm," he moaned in answer to her, but it was clear this wasn't one of his games. He was completely oblivious; he hadn't even processed what she had said. His nose and lips were inches from her 'lips' and it was going to be very difficult to distract him. He teased her with his breath, then leaned in closer and gave her a kiss. He had gone down on her once before, but this was different. His lips were soft, hungry but soft. They parted slowly to allow his tongue to taste what he had been longing for. He moaned a low, deep bass moan right onto her clit. He slowly buried his nose in the small patch of hair adorning her womanhood and buried his lips and tongue int the folds of her pussy, licking and kissing anything that drew a favorable reaction from her.
 
She was about to say something to him again when he breathed on her like that. Her mouth hung open but words wouldn't come out. She shuddered, her inner muscles clenching in reaction. Then when he kissed her, she nearly lost it. She gasped and then moaned, her hips bucking a little. Then he began to really go at her, licking and kissing anything and everything. One hand dropped to his hand, resting their and holding onto his hair gently. But the more he licked her, the less gentle she became. Her hand tightened and she bucked her hips again, almost grinding her clit against his mouth. She couldn't believe how amazing this felt. He'd eaten her out once before, and she'd come, but she already knew this time was different. She'd already forgotten that they were supposed to get out of the car.
 
His eyes rolled back in his head and closed as she grabbed onto his head and started to grind into his face. Far from trying to stop her bucking, he grunted encouragingly and licked her clit more insistently. He pressed his face into her pussy, straining his neck as it was difficult to really get his head between her legs since he himself wasn't between her legs. Her still clinging pants had been quite forgotten at her ankles. Several times he couldn't breathe as her body blocked both his mouth and nose, but he couldn't have cared less; he was insatiable and simply took gasping breaths whenever he could. She tasted heavenly. He had always loved the scent and taste of a woman's arousal, but this was unbelievable. She was so wet that his cheeks and some of his throat were already damp.

He didn't notice when they pulled up the drive. He didn't notice when the car came to a stop, but when the gentle hum of the limo's engine died, something in his subconscious clicked. He froze and his eyes popped open. He pulled back quickly, painfully breaking the hold her fingers had on his hair. He looked quickly around and then managed only to say, sounding oddly like a teenager who was about to get caught by his parents, "Holy crap!" He was suddenly a flash of motion, pulling off of her and pushing her away from the door. He grabbed her bra and blouse from the floorboard and tossed only the blouse to her. "Nevermind the bra now, just get something on, quick, Elsy!" He looked around for somewhere to put the undergarment in his hand, as if there were a hiding place in the car. After a moment, he tossed it into his still open shirt and started to button it back up. He turned quickly then and started to try and pull her pants back up her legs until he heard footsteps outside the door. He turned quickly back and placed himself into the door frame, trying to take up the entire space and block her from view that was about to be opened.
 
She thought that if he continued, she was going to orgasm right then and there. She didn't notice when he took gasping breaths to stay alive, at this point she was only thinking of herself. She'd never been so aroused in her life, never so lustful, and now when she was this way she had a guaranteed promise of fulfillment. While he was in between her legs she knew none of her hesitation, none of her disdain for him. It was as if none of that had ever happened, that they had come together in a natural way and knew they were meant for each other.

But then he pulled away and the hum of the car stopped. She felt him push her violently and opened her eyes, frowning. At first she didn't understand what was happening. Why was he stopping? Had he just been teasing her again, this was some kind of cruel joke? When he started to throw clothes at her she understood. They were about to be discovered. She grabbed the blouse as he threw it at her, pulling it on sloppily. She yanked up her panties and her pants and zipped them as fast as she could, but they didn't close all the way as he'd ripped off the button. She tried to pull her shirt down over the top of her pants so that no one would be able to tell, but her breasts were already looking strange bra-less inside the shirt.
 
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