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As the door opened, Nick stepped out of it, blocking the doorway almost completely. She could hear him say 'Thank you', but when he couldn't find any reason to stand still there in the doorway, he carefully turned back to the car on the pretense of helping her out. He looked relieved that she was at least somewhat dressed. He also looked completely ridiculous. His blond hair was a complete mess, and he had gotten off by one button when he buttoned up his shirt, causing the collar to look lopsided. There were glistening streaks of her arousal still clinging to his throat that he had neglected to wipe off.

He whispered to her, "You, errr, ready, Elsa?", and held out his hand.
 
"Um, yeah." she whispered back, scooting across the seat and taking his hand. She ran her hand over his throat with her other hand, ignoring the weird feeling it was to have her own juices go from his neck to her hand. She wiped her hand on her butt quickly and climbed out of the car, still holding his hand. When she saw the driver she immediately dropped his hand and took a couple of steps away from him. She crossed her arms over her chest tightly, partially to make sure her breasts didn't jiggle and partially to make it seem like the two of them hadn't just been intimate in the backseat of the limo.
 
When she dropped his hand and stepped away, Nick felt a twinge of pain. He couldn't help misinterpreting her apparent coldness, and for a moment, his hands balled up into fists and he shoved them in his pockets. But then he turned back towards the house and caught the look on Jenkins face before the driver could hide it. He was looking from one of them to the other with a raised eyebrow. Nick's hands relaxed a little in his pockets as a flush of heat filled his cheeks. This was certainly different. The staff was certainly used to seeing Nick bring women home. He was sure more than one of those women had stepped out the car with smeared makeup or a ruffled blouse, but he had always looked composed. He looked down at himself and noted the odd bulky bulge in his shirt where he had hid her bra, and he hunched himself over reflexively to hide another bulge that was lower down his body, tenting the front of his pants. He tried not to think about the look he was going to get from the butler, and it struck him that no woman had ever done anything like this to him, affected him like this. He blushed deeper, his cheeks bright red, and hoped Elsa didn't notice. He started walking towards the house, pretending that he didn't notice or care whether she was following (joining in on what he hoped was a charade on her part).
 
She stormed after him, flipping her hair back with a toss of her head. She put on her most irritated and angry of faces, hoping that rather than looking like they were just in the throws of intimacy, that they'd just had a knock down drag out fight in which they'd begun to physically abuse each other. She gave him occasional glares, more for show than anything else, though she did want to see what he was doing. She saw that he was doubling over, probably to hide his erection, but it seemed like she had kicked him or something. Once they got into the house she slammed the door behind her and began to run up the stairs, heading towards the guest room she'd stayed in only because she didn't know where his room was. She hoped that he would drag her to his room, she didn't really want to do whatever it is they would end up doing in a guest bed.
 
He was more than a little surprised when she stormed off before even giving him a chance to say anything. His shoulders slumped a little, and he stood there open mouthed for a second. He hadn't imagined her reactions in the car, but this seemed like a bit much just for a show. His eyes narrowed a little, and he started to storm off after her. He considered throwing the door open and yelling, but he composed himself. He had respected her privacy in that room the night before, and he didn't want to drop his manners in his own home. He knocked on the door, but the tone in his voice was a little harsher than he had intended, "Elsa, may I come in?" He sighed, still desperately turned on himself but convinced that she had managed to switch herself off in the short walk from the car. It made him angry to think that, for reasons he couldn't fully explain to himself.
 
When he spoke she threw open the door and almost jumped on him. She threw her arms around him and kissed him hard, her arms tightening around his neck with every passing second. She kissed him like that for at least ten seconds, and then suddenly pulled away from him. She breathed heavily for a couple of moments and then stepped back from him again. "Sorry." she smiled a little awkwardly, she had felt this overwhelming urge to kiss him like that. Now that she'd done it, her extreme arousal seemed to have tapered off for the most part, though it wasn't gone entirely, she certainly wasn't like she had been while they were in the car.
 
She was full of surprises today. The stress in his body had melted under her touch and the warmth and passion of her kiss. "Don't be," he answered with his velvety voice restored. He stepped forward, closing the distance she had put between them, and ran his hand along her cheek. He leaned closer to her and gently kissed her neck and throat. He kissed along her jawline until he found her lips again. His breath was still burning with the heat it had in the car as he pressed his lips to hers; his arousal had actually been heightened by the repeated frustrations, even if hers had faded a bit. He didn't break the kiss for a moment, reaching beneath her and picking her up in his arms. "If I was gracious in my invitation," he smiled charmingly, "would you consider joining me in my bedroom, Elsa?" He started walking, carrying her in his arms.
 
She gasped when he began to kiss her, feeling the heat pour off of him and onto her. Then when he kissed her lips she was lost in him for a moment, her arousal picking up again. She couldn't believe how on and off they both were. They'd been interrupted a million times and yet the second they came together again, they were stuck to one another, like a magnet. Two opposites that can't live without the other. She squealed softly when he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist loosely. She smiled at him when he invited her to his bedroom, "I think I'd consider it," she said playfully, tightening her legs a little bit.
 
His smile twisted a little at her playful tone, taking on a mischievous glint. He kissed her again as carried her, but his hand snuck down her back to pinch her ass playfully. He broke the kiss and grinned at her, raising one eyebrow knowingly. "I think Jenkins is going to be looking at me funny for a few weeks, Elsy," he said playfully, but he couldn't stop the blush that spread across his face.

He reached behind her to open a pair of double doors that opened to the huge suite that was his master bedroom. It easily could have been a studio apartment, except for how well it was decorated. It was luxurious, but it didn't cross over to opulent or gawdy, just... elegant. The room was filled with deep reds, accented by gold touches. There were iconic columns and small freezes and statuettes, adding a little bit of a Grecco/Roman palace feel to the room. The bed managed to be both beautiful, yet masculine, and (naturally) it was a huge California king four post, decorated with red and gold bedspreads and pillows. But as he turned around to close the doors, she could see the rest of the room and... it was the bathroom that was truly magnificent. The bathtub, if you could call the small swimming pool that was obviously meant to be a tub that, actually had a sloping beach entry and was kept full of heated water. There was a shower with frosted glass and multiple shower heads and a matching marbled toilet and bidet.
 
She giggled at him when he spoke of Jenkins and kissed him, her heart swelling a little bit. When they entered his bedroom her eyes grew wide at the magnificence of it. It was like a surreal palace, something out of a dream or a fairy tale. She eyed the enormous bed, wondering just how many people could fit into it. She didn't really want to know though, the only two people she ever wanted to know where in it were her and him. Not Jennifer, not any other woman ever. Part of the time, Elsa knew, that she wouldn't even want to be in the bed with him. Their relationship was still iffy, still shaky, it could change at any moment.

Then her eyes fell on the bathroom. That really was like a dream. She knew immediately that she wanted to spend time there, to lounge in the enormous swimming pool like tub, to let all of the tension melt away from her. But first, there were other things to take care of.
 
He carefully unwrapped her legs from around his waist and shifted her so that he was carrying her in both his arms. His smile turned into a delighted smirk as he watched her take in the room. He wanted to ask her what she thought of it, but not right now. "So, where were we before we were interrupted?" he said in his most playful tone of voice. He walked directly to the bed and gently tossed her into the middle of it. She bounced lightly on the mattress, and he chuckled at her with a wink. He moved quickly around the room, drawing curtains and turning down the lights, which all seemed to be tied to a single dimmer.

He paused at his closet, his mind going over several items that he knew were in the drawers in there. He couldn't resist, he stepped in and quietly grabbed a few items, stuffing them carefully into his pockets. He undid his shirt and pulled it off while still in the closet. Her bra fell out of it to the floor, and he laughed out loud. "Forgot that was in there," he spoke to her from inside his closet. He picked it up and hung it on the end of his finger, carrying it with him as he emerged from the closet, naked from the waist up, unless you counted a few small beads of sweat on his naturally hairless chest (though they admittedly didn't provide any modesty).
 
She squealed softly when he tossed her onto the bed, scooting herself backwards so that she was nearer to the headboard. She pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the floor, her naked breasts exposed again. She unzipped her pants, they were already partially undone as the button'd been ripped off. She shimmied them down and kicked them off, but the bed was so large that the pants went almost to the end of it, but no where near going off of it. She left her panties on though, she wanted him to take those off of her. She wasn't going to be that eager for him. She was still denying part of her desire and attachment to him.

When he came out of the closet she eyed his hairless chest, smiling a little. He really was incredibly attractive, she didn't know why she had acknowledged that from the start. Well, she did know why, but still.
 
His mouth dropped open and her bra slipped off his finger when he saw her almost nude already on the bed. He raised an eyebrow and closed his mouth into a smile. "Elsa, you're... gorgeous, you know that?" he said in that velvety voice. He perched himself on the edge of the bed, eying her like a predator. He quickly reached behind himself and slipped off his shoes and socks, then started to slowly stalk towards her with a huge grin. When he reached her, he pounced on her, straddling her legs and planting his arms on either side of her, lowering himself onto her until her irresistible breasts were mashed against his pecs. He licked his lips, but his smile was as warm as it was lecherous. For a long moment he just looked in her eyes and took deep heavy, lust laden breaths against her.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, gently at first, but then he let out a playful snarl and started to kiss her insistently. It was too easy to be open with her; he couldn't really hide his hunger. He leaned on one hand to free the other to roam over her body. He squeezed her breast, grabbed at her hip and ass, and let his fingers memorize the length of her leg before leaning on the other hand and doing the same with his other hand. He pulled each of her legs around his waist and lowered himself between them, pressing aching bulge against the front of her panties. There was a wet spot on the front of his trousers that pressed against her stomach that seemed to grow just a little with every throb of the hardness constrained by his slacks. His lips parted hungrily against hers and his tongue danced across her lips, pleading for entrance into her mouth.
 
She blushed but smiled at him when he told her that she was gorgeous. She giggled when he looked at her like a predator, her blood boiling with lust. Though she wouldn't fully admit it to herself, she absolutely loved it when he looked at her like that. When he pinned her down and was over her she looked up at him with wide doe eyes, almost begging him to defile her fake innocence. She kissed him back when he pressed his lips to hers, but she wasn't as intense as she was. She was sweet, he was ravenous. She murred when he pressed his bulge against her wet panties, pressing against her already very aroused clit. She opened her mouth when his tongue danced across her lips, welcoming him in. She reached her hands down and undid his pants, for the second time today, though this time she was much more willing.

She yanked his pants down, his boxers still up. She peeled those down as to not hurt him, feeling his hard delicious erection spring out towards her, but she still wore her panties.
 
His tongue explored her mouth, ravaging the warm, wet expanse and dragging across her tongue in a sort of lewd dance. His breath was hot and wanting against her cheeks. Then he felt her hands at his pants and he gasped, breaking their kiss. He pulled back a little to let her have room to work. When she tugged his pants down his body, a soft but distinct tinkling sound emanated from the pocket of the slacks. He winced just slightly when he heard the sound, a small blush entering his cheeks, but his playful smile returned. He wasn't sure if she noticed, but when she carefully freed his cock, he sorta didn't care anymore. Feeling the dampness of her panties against his throbbing cock and his balls made him groan.

"I'm glad to see I had some effect on you, Elsy," he said teasingly. He pulled back off of her again and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, then slowly pulled them off her legs, watching with bated breath as her womanhood was once again exposed thirsty eyes. Without even thinking, he had pulled her underwear to his face and bitten down on them, sucking her wetness off of them eagerly. When he realized what he was doing, he simply smiled and looked her in the eyes. "I suppose you taste too good to resist," he explained and winked at her. Then a wicked idea came to him and he held the panties out to her in an offering gesture. "Care to try?" he said with his charming host voice, switching into the character so smoothly it was almost annoying.
 
She heard the tinkling sound from his pocket, but she didn't pursue the issue. She figured it didn't really matter, it was probably change or something. She giggled when his cock prodded against her wet panties, it felt silly at the same time that it was arousing. They had so much foreplay, it was almost ridiculous. They should just screw already. Her eyes widened a little when he bit down onto her panties, obviously sucking her juices out of it. When he offered it to her she frowned for a moment, remembering their first time together...the rape. When he had shoved her panties into her mouth and forced her to taste herself. But she opened her mouth and allowed him to place the panties there, sucking on it lightly. It tasted weird, as she had thought the first time. But it seemed to make him happy...so she did it. Plus, he had completely charmed her in a matter of seconds...again.
 
He smiled at her as she hesitantly tasted herself. He couldn't deny that it was terribly arousing to him, even if she seemed to be less than enthusiastic. He groaned and his eyes widened then narrowed. He moved closer to her and took his cock in his hand. He grunted and said, "Alright, Elsy, I can't take taking it slow for a moment longer." He didn't waste another moment. Nick pressed the head of his cock against her clit and slid it down her labia, her generous juices mixing with the coating of precum on his naked cock. The head split her pussy open as it slipped between her lips. When he had his head inside her he leaned back over her body and rocked his hips forward, easily sliding his length into her. He groaned loudly and all his sexual frustration seemed to roll through his body into his throbbing member. When it coursed into his sex, he trembled and immediately started to rock his hips back and forth. He only took a few slow strokes before his eyes closed and he started fucking her, taking out all of his pent up energy from the car on her pussy for several minutes. His hand clamped down on her shoulder as if he needed to hold her in place so her body wouldn't slide away from his invading cock.

It took him a little while, but he came back to earth and started to slow back down a bit. His eyes opened back up and he smiled down at her, letting a low growl out without opening his mouth, just a deep rumble in the back of his throat. He winked at her and reached back behind him to grab his slacks, not breaking stride. He tossed them up next to her and as they landed next to her head, there was the tinkling sound again, louder this time. He smiled at her, still riding her, holding himself above her with his arms and letting himself be distracted by the way her breasts were swaying in time with his efforts.
 
She was taken a little bit by surprise when he ran his cock head down her pussy and then pushed inside of her. She groaned and arched her back, his member sliding inside of her easily from the copious amounts of lubricant and the fact that she'd only been with him for awhile (well, only with him once, but before that, no one for awhile). She leaned back against his pillows as he began to pump into her, spreading her legs wider. She had forgotten the badness between them once again, focussing only on the extreme pleasure she felt. He pumped faster and faster inside of her, screwing her almost like an animal. He'd done the same before, but this time it felt good instead of bad.

When he stopped pumping into her like crazy she looked up at him and gave him a gentle smile. She picked up her head and kissed him gently...lovingly. She was insanely aroused, just like he was, but instead of feeling like a feral animal, she felt incredibly affectionate and gentle.
 
Nick could feel it in her kiss, could see it in her smile. She was suddenly so very different, and he started to feel warm again. It rolled over him like it had earlier that morning, happiness. His body melted in her hands as she kissed him, and once again he was struck deeply by how long it had been since he'd felt this way. His body shifted in response to the mood. It was a subtle difference, but he hoped she noticed; he was making love to her. He sighed contentedly and broke from her lips to kiss her jawline, her earlobes, her neck, her collarbones, and her breasts and nipples. His lips ranged anywhere they could without breaking their union. The only sound that came from him was his heavy breathing; he didn't speak. He simply got lost in her, in her embrace, in her body, in drinking her in. Time had no meaning. He was on fire, but he wouldn't let himself climax. He couldn't end it. It took one of his arms buckling under him to make him realize that he was nearly exhausted. How long had he been caressing her like this? He had no idea.

He broke from kissing her and leaned on his elbow, gasping for air and shaking slightly. He smiled at her, the warm happy smile. "Elsa, darling," he began with a light, tired chuckle, "I think... you probably ought to try to get out from underneath me, unless you're fond of the idea of being trapped under me for a few hours." He was still aroused, still wanting, but unable to continue himself.
 
She did notice the difference in his movement, she knew he was making love to her now. She sighed beneath him, feeling a gentle pulsing of arousal through her, it was amazing, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt like she could go on like this forever. She wasn't really near orgasm, but it was because she didn't need to be. This kind of sex was different, it wasn't the kind where your goal was an intense orgasm. The goal was bonding, connecting, coming together as one body, one soul. She was taken a little by surprise when he told her that she should move. She did move, shimming out from under him and sitting next to him for a moment. She thought that he wanted to stop.

"You want to stop?" she asked softly, a pout forming on her lips. She certainly did not want to stop, but it didn't dawn on her for even a second that he wanted her to be on top.
 
When she was safely out from under him, he collapsed, face down, into the warm spot she had just vacated. When she asked if he wanted to stop, he could hear the small pout in her tone. He chuckled into the pillows. He turned his head so he could look at her as he answered in a warm, joking tone, "Of course not, but I also didn't want to watch you suffocate while I was lying helpless on top of you." He winked and stuck his tongue out at her. It took him a minute to get the strength to do it, but he rolled onto his side facing her. When he did, he revealed some 'hard' evidence that he truly didn't want to stop yet. "I'm afraid I'm a bit spent... though not in the way I want to be," he said with a wink, "I literally couldn't hold myself up anymore, Elsy." His eyes held hers for a long moment and he smiled the warm happy smile at her. He felt truly naked in front of her in that moment.

It took his body and hers to distract him from her eyes. His body's aching need, and her body's breathing, which had the pleasing effect of causing her boobs to rise and fall temptingly. His eyes drifted down and over her nude form, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach and hips, her legs and... what was between them. Every curve, every line pushed on his arousal. It had been hard enough to breathe when he was just fighting exhaustion; he felt like he couldn't even pant now. It was unbearable. His eyes had changed when he met her gaze again. The warm smoldering had become the blue blazing fire she had seen in the car. "Elsa... I think I need release now," he said with a smirk, "you?"

Before she could answer, he rolled over towards his slacks and reached into the pocket. There was the tinkling sound again as he pulled a purple nylon collar out and gently tossed it towards her. It landed between her knees. From this distance she could see that it had little pink hearts printed on it and a little heart charm hanging from the metal ring on the front of it. The tinkling sound resonated in the quiet air again as Nick pulled a matching purple leash that ended in six inches of sparkling chrome chain, which must have been the source of the jingling sound, from his discarded pants. He looked in her eyes, displaying his burning desire with the faintest hint of a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
 
She wanted him so badly. His body was calling to her, telling her that his was the only one that could really give her the pleasure she needed, she craved. His strong, muscular shoulders, his smooth hard arms, his hairless chest and his cutely untoned stomach all called to her, all begged to be touched and caressed. And she wanted to caress them, more so than she'd ever wanted to touch anyone before. Part of her didn't understand why she wanted him so badly, but she did. She was so drawn to him that she couldn't even dream of denying her need of him anymore. She hadn't spent any time away from him in the past few days but she knew that if she did anytime soon, it would take only a few hours before she was pining for his presence again.

She watched him as he rolled over and dug into his pants pocket. She wondered what he had in there and why he was taking it out, she'd thought it was change or something. Her eyes grew wide as he took out the collar and tossed it at her. She stared at it there in her lap, completely shocked. That was the last thing she had expected him to pull out. She looked up when she heard the jingling sound and saw a long leash. Her mouth dropped open, unable to say anything. She looked from the collar, to the leash, to him, and then back at the collar again. He...he wanted to collar and leash her? Like...a dog? She looked up into his eyes again, seeing the burning desire and the devilishness there.

"Nick...I..." she stammered, not moving from where she sat. She reached out and touched the collar lightly to see what it felt like. It was a real dog collar, but big enough to fit comfortably around her neck. She looked back up into his eyes again, part of her yearning to please him and part of her afraid.
 
He could see it in her face. She was nervous, and just nervous. His mind raced. He could try to reassure her, be gentle, but then a tug on the leash later might unnerve her at some point. She was stronger than that, he knew, when she wanted to be. Being hurtful was out, he didn't have the stomach for it at the moment, as was backing off of this idea, he didn't feel like hiding who he was from her anymore. But she needed a little edge to help her out... annoyance maybe? He scooted over to her on the bed without saying a word. He was still too exhausted to sit up, so he laid there on his side and reached over to her. He touched the inside of her thigh and ran his fingers slowly up to her sex. Slowly, he slid his fingers along her slit to get them slick, then went right to work on her clit. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed onto her ass.

Carefully he let the grab turn into a squeeze... and then a pinch, which was a bit rougher than it needed to be. He looked up into her eyes, his eyes still two burning blue flames. His voice was firm, insistent, even commanding, but his smile still had a touch of it's warmth, "Put it on, Elsa my pet." It was a complicated sense of messages he was trying to send.
 
She sucked in her breath softly when he ran his fingers up her slit, her muscles tensing up a little bit. And then when he ran his hands around to her back and squeezed her ass, she held back a soft whimper, remaining as silent as she could. She couldn't help but whimper when he pinched her ass though, her heart rate speeding up again. For someone who'd just said he had no more physical energy, he sure was exerting a lot of control over her. And...she didn't mind. She was still incredibly nervous, yes, and she was afraid, yes, but she wasn't afraid of him. She was afraid of being that vulnerable, of giving up all of her power to him -- willingly this time.

When he called her his pet she got a catch in her throat. She tried to swallow it down, tried to get rid of it, but it wanted to stay there. She looked down at the collar again and wrapped her fingers around it. She lifted it up slowly, her eyes locked on it. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to do this, she was actually going to put a dog collar on for a man's pleasure. But she lifted it up further, taking hold it of with her other hand and opening it. She put it around her neck and clasped it, pulling it tighter so that it sat comfortably around her neck. But she wouldn't lift her eyes up to his, she was a little embarassed.
 
When her hands dropped away from her neck and he saw the symbolic accessory adorning her throat, he was so overwhelmed that his breathing really did stop. When it restarted, it was with a gasp. She looked so demure with her eyes still turned down that he started to blush. The heat started in his face and spread from there until he was sure his whole naked body was bright red. He couldn't help it, it made him feel too special, not to mention it drove him wild. His fingers were still on her clit and he gently caught the hard little nub between his thumb and forefinger and gave a little squeeze. "Elsy, I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than I want you right now," he said to her lustily, "Look at me, sweetheart." His eyes stayed on her face, even though he was a little embarrassed too over how she made him feel.

He blushed a little deeper as he thought about his next request, and it was his turn to be nervous. He hadn't realized until this moment how much her opinion of his desires meant to him. It was an odd thing to feel vulnerable about being in control. He managed to keep his voice steady and firm, but somehow it still sounded almost like he was making a request as he said, "Lean down and offer me your neck, my pet. I don't think I can reach up there to leash you myself." He swallowed hard and watched her. His cock was throbbing visibly as he lay naked next to her. He rolled onto his back and released his pinch on her butt so that he could take hold of the leash. But his hand on her sex, he kept, playing with her encouragingly.
 
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