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Sweet Revenge (Ethereal & manofyourdream)

Kendra had no physical control over her body, squirming and moving against his touch as the pleasure grew stronger and stronger within her. She could feel his pace quicken, her legs automatically spreading wider as his fingers moved faster within her, his thumb continually teasing her sensitive little nub.

In that moment, she had no sense of time, unsure of how much time had passed before she reached the peak of her orgasm. Her breath momentarily caught in her throat as her back arched, the girl silent for a split second before the loud moan that accompanied her pleasure filled the room. Her body shook with desire, her tight walls clenching around his fingers as her juices began to flow. Perhaps it was just a few seconds, but the sensation seemed to last forever, her body trembling beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed within her.

Even as she finished and her body collapsed down onto the bed, the pleasure still seemed to move inside of her. Each touch sent a shiver through her, her body shaking ever so slightly as she recovered. Her breathing was heavy, her body limp as her mouth gaped open slightly. The blindfold still covered her eyes, and it seemed as though she didn't even have enough energy to reach up and remove it.

She could feel the aftermath of her orgasm dripping between her legs, and if he were to remove his fingers from within her, he would find that they were coated with her slickness. In that moment, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of her breathing. She was unsure of what to say, so she simply remained silent. Even then, it was peaceful, as though no words needed to be spoken just yet. In her mind though, there were so many things she wanted to say, so many questions she needed to ask. But for then, she pushed them aside.
 
Josh wanted this. He wanted to be in full control and even though this was not much, he was content with what he had achieved with her so far. Seeing her relinquish full control of her body and some of her will, he couldn’t help but get drawn to her further. He continued to please her with his fingers and knowing he wasn’t going to do anything else further tonight, he wanted to make send her home with an experiment that ought to haunt her for next day or two, even more if possible.

It was important to him that the memory of this night sticks to her mind forever, making this a night that she’d always be glad for it to have happened to her. He could feel her body become tense and that’s when he moved to hover right over her face. She couldn’t see him but he wanted to make sure he saw her every expression why she feels her orgasm riding through her lithe body.

He was certain that it would be a powerful one and it would be a treat to see his hard work pay off and so, he watched her without a blink of his eyes. He noticed how her breath was caught in her throat right before the girl moaned out loud. An instant smirk slipped past his lips as he felt her walls clench around his fingers, feeling her body squirm while she’d soon place her legs together to close the gap and lock his hand between her thighs.

Watched her body jerk but paying more attention to how she displayed passing of an orgasm on her face because it was what he enjoyed, her pretty face and her trembling lips. He wanted to dip down and steal a kiss but he didn’t. He unclasp his hand on her hair and moved to her forehead, caressing her there before running it through her hair as if patting and calming her. The room filled with her soft moans and audible gasps as he watched her calm down a little, catching her breath as her body continued to squirm in his bed.

At last, he slowly removed his fingers from her pussy as he brought them up to his face and gave it a deep inhale. A second later, he gave his two fingers a lick as it would be obvious to her what it was he was doing from the sounds even though she had a blindfold on. “You smell and taste so good,” he said after leaning down to whisper in her ears. He moved his hands to tug her panties followed by her pants back in place. He swiftly moved his hands to zip and button up her pants before grabbing her black jacket and then zipping that too. Unfortunately, she’d have to keep her jacket zipped up since her top and her bra was torn away earlier that night. Though, this ought to do just fine.

He got off of the bed and stood on the side as he finally leaned down to take her blindfold off. He was curious to see what she could do…would she be able to look right in his eyes? Would she say something? The questions ate him alive but it was all very exciting. He wasn’t going to introduce himself still. He wasn’t even planning on having a chat with her either. What they had between the two was different and it felt so real. He started pulling his sleeves upwards as he looked at her lying in bed, “As I said, I won’t take much of your time. Once you are ready, my driver who’s waiting downstairs will drop you off wherever you want him to.” He said as he moved out of the bedroom and into the living room to get himself a drink as well as to give the girl her space.
 
It wasn't until she heard him licking his fingers clean, hearing him tell her how good she tasted that she realized her desire for him hadn't gone away with her orgasm. If anything, she wanted him more. Despite having already cum, and despite not knowing any personal details about this man, she wanted him. She wanted to feel him on top of her, inside of her. The thought brought a blush to her cheeks, though her fantasies were interrupted as the mystery man began to redress her, his actions confirming that she would not be getting more of what she wanted.

She sighed softly, a bit of an unreadable look plastered upon her face as he removed the blindfold, her eyes staring up directly into his. He would see all the questions, the array of emotions that rested within them. Despite that, his words didn't seem to encourage her curiosity, a hint of disappointment appearing in her eyes as he told her that the driver would be waiting for her. It was clear that she didn't want to leave, though she knew she had to. By then, she was already much later than she should have been.

"I still don't even know your name." she spoke as she sat up onto the bed, though he hadn't seemed to pay much mind to her words as he left the room as though nothing had happened. There was a slightly disgruntled look on her face as Kendra simply sat there, her eyes staring towards the doorway he had just walked through. Sighing, she stood up, adjusting herself slightly before walking out of the room, her eyes wandering around before seeing where he had gone and following after him.

Quietly, she walked over towards the bar where he was fixing his drink, her eyes staring down at the ground before hesitatingly moving up to him. "When will I see you again?" she asked, biting her lip slightly as she waited for an answer. That was, if he even wanted to see her again. He was so difficult for her to read, the girl uncertain of what it was he wanted from her. Did he just want this one night? Certainly, that couldn't be it.

"I do need to go.." she added, stating what was obvious. "But I do...I want to.." she started to say, seemingly unable to form the right words. It would be clear to him though, that the message she was trying to relay was that she wanted to see him again. She seemed confused though, unsure of how to approach him. As she had clearly already noticed, he was different than the men, or boys rather, that she was used to.

Glancing down at her phone, she grimaced at the time it read, hoping desperately that her father wasn't waiting up for her. Her eyes darted towards the elevator, knowing she needed to leave, but she couldn't seem to go without some sort of confirmation or knowledge that this wouldn't be the last time she saw him.
 
He was not afraid of licking his fingers clean. There was no shame in that and he certainly wasn’t some boy who was thrown off by the taste of a girl’s juices. It was obvious that he could have kept the girl longer and eventually stuff her with his manhood. Obviously, she desired it all but this was not the time. He needed to take a step back and give all of this some thought because the night obviously hadn’t turned out the way he had imagined and planned. What just happened was amazing and threw him off his game, not fully.

It amused him to see a plastered look upon her face, as if she was mad or annoyed with him. It was good to know that the girl was already attached to him so well in such a short time. The questions she had for him were noticeable in her eyes, watching a hint of disappointment in her eyes as he told her the unexpected, that his driver would drop her off.

He didn’t mean to show that he was done with her. Matter of fact, he was nowhere near being done but it was important for him to keep an upper hand in this situation. Besides, the girl may not realize but it was starting to get late. Last thing he wanted was for her to be questioned and be grounded. It wouldn’t help him. He’d heard her ask him his name but he just walked out of the bedroom as if nothing had happened.

He was already planning his next move but his head a bit hazy from the night and when the girl stepped into the living room, he was expecting her to just walk away from the way he was behaving with her now. Instead, she surprised him by stepped right in front of her, staring up and question him again. He took a few seconds as he sipped on his drink, “You can’t….” he put his glass down, “…see me. I am no good for you.” He said as he looked right in her eyes. The teenager still looked so good and if she stayed a little longer, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to control himself from pouncing on her.

For a second, he was considering dropping this whole revenge thing or even not include her in his plans for destruction of her father. It was obvious that she wanted to see him again and he also wanted the same. But, him simply telling her what he just told her…would that be enough to convince her to leave this alone? He wondered if she would rebel against him and come see him despite him turning her down? “It’s better you stay away from me, Kendra.” He said as she turned around to face the view, turning his back towards her. Though, she now knew where he lived, this being one of many places.
 
His words were clearly not what she had been expecting or hoping for as he told her she couldn't see him again. Somehow, she believed him though when he said he wasn't good for her. There was so much she didn't know about him, and that alone should have made her cautious. Yet even that, combined with the new rejection, didn't seem to make her want him any less.

"Why did you bring me here then?" she asked, her voice softer now, her face displaying the obvious change in her emotions. Just minutes before, she had been glowing from the orgasm he had given her, and now, she simply looked dejected. Standing motionless, she watched as he turned away from her, confusion washing over her. It didn't make any sense. With a sigh, she walked towards the elevator, pushing the button before turning back to stare at the man who was still facing away from her. The doors opened and closed again as she stood, as though she was waiting for him to change his mind and tell her what she wanted to hear, but when the didn't happen, she pressed the button again, this time prepared to leave as the doors opened once more.

She had to will her body to make the appropriate movement to step into the elevator, though a larger part of her wanted to stay and beg him to change his mind. After several long seconds, the elevator finally closed again, the girl losing sight of him as the doors shut and she began to travel down. She didn't know what to think, though she wasn't satisfied with the idea of never seeing him again. Somehow, someway, they would cross paths again. They had to.

When the elevator opened again on the ground floor, Kendra walked over to the front desk rather than towards the exit. Asking the clerk for a pen and paper, she wrote down her name, along with her phone number. "Can you give this to the man that lives in the penthouse?" she asked, blushing slightly as she realized she couldn't refer to him by his name. The man agreed, and she thanked him before turning and exiting the building, making her way back into the car she had rode in to get there in the first place.

After giving the driver directions to her home, she leaned back against the seat, her mind running wild as she gazed out the window. She wondered if the man would use the number she had left behind to contact her, or if he would simply move on with his life. A part of her wanted to simply forget about him, considering he didn't seem interested in seeing her again, yet it wasn't that simple. He had forced his way into her head, and now she couldn't get him out.
 
He didn’t want to be so mean to her, but this was for her own good. If he manages to make her angry at him, she may never come back to him and something inside him wanted that for her. Despite how she’d grown onto him and how much he wanted her, he didn’t want to ruin her in his hatred for her father.

He could sense that bitterness in the way she asked him a question and she had every right to do so. He could notice some frustration and confusion on her face and for the first time tonight, he was speechless. Finding no proper words or explanation for her, he turned his back towards her. Soon enough, he heard her heels click away, feeling his heart race with each step she took away from him and then he heard the elevator doors open and close. He could hear her standing there and now taking that step forward to enter the elevator until it opened again and that’s when he heard her walk into it only to travel down to the ground floor.

The very same man called his penthouse and told him that she’d left something for him at the desk. Josh quickly told him to bring it up and that he did. Unfolding it, he saw that she’d left her phone number which he obviously had, along with many other details since he had asked his men to work out her details.

Josh placed the piece of paper in his pockets before he actually fired up the feed. He did have an evil plan, all set to go before he brought her here…before he met her actually. Lot has changed since the moment he’d laid his eyes upon her. His original plan was to bring his enemy’s daughter over and make sure to get everything on camera. He was going to use that to actually bring shame to the detective father of hers but now….now, he was not so sure. The penthouse was rigged with cameras all over and each camera recorded what had happened from different angles.

The video played of them entering his penthouse and the whole shenanigan that’s happened in past hour. He would have been a very happy man with what he had so far but at the moment, he wasn’t so sure. He watched the girl in the video, noticing her reactions and expressions…needless to say, it was enticing. He seemed to be straying away from his original plans and couldn’t watch the video. He didn’t destroy it but stored it in his safe for now. Next day or so, he went about conducting his business as he tried to keep the girl out of his mind. Many times, he came so close to actually calling her on the number she’d left behind for him.

He secretly wanted her to be daring and show up at his place out of blue but that didn’t happen. Next two days passed by very slowly and he couldn’t get Kendra out of his thoughts. Every chance he became free, memories from that night would rush in his mind. Only if he knew what went on inside hers, he would grow much more daring and greedy. Though, he was also afraid that she might be mad at him because of the way he had behaved with her at the end of that night.

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It was two days after and when he was leaving after finishing an early evening meeting that was set between him and few of his colleagues, he decided to actually call her when he felt that paper that he carried with him in his pocket now. He debated if he should text her to break the ice but he was desperate to hear her voice. He dialed her number and heard it ring. Though, when she’d pick up, he couldn’t mutter a word…feeling his heart race as he wondered what this girl had over him.
 
Kendra was relieved when she arrived home to find that her father was asleep in his room, not having noticed how late his daughter was when she finally arrived home. Once in her room, she slipped out of her clothing and crawled into bed, though despite the late hour of the night, she had difficulty sleeping. In time, she fell asleep, her phone laying right next to her pillow with the volume up in case a certain man decided to call her.

The following two days seemed to pass by in a haze. The girl went about her time as she normally did, though there was something off about her. Her friends and father both noticed, though she lied to them all. She said she was simply tired, perhaps she was coming down with something. Even when her friends pestered her about the man they'd seen her dancing with, she denied that she ever left with him, saying that she simply went home that night. She was too embarrassed to tell them that she had gone with him, that she didn't know his name, and that she hadn't even talked to him since.

She tried not to think about her mystery man, attempting to keep herself occupied with frivolous tasks in order to keep her mind off of him. Her actions proved useless though, and many times, she found herself staring off in a distant gaze as her mind replayed the events of the night they shared with one another. And of course, she wondered about him. She wondered what it was that made him so bad for her, as he claimed, and why he had been so reluctant to share any information with her.

In those two days, she had been attached to her phone, getting her hopes up each and every time she heard it buzz or ring. The disappointment seemed to grow stronger though each time it wasn't him, and by the second night, she seemed to have given up.

She was seated in the living room with her father when her phone rang, the two just having finished dinner. She didn't jump to answer it this time, seemingly having lost hope that he would call. As she glanced down at the number on the screen though, she realized it was a number she was not familiar with. Without a second thought, she jumped up from where she had been sitting next to her father and hurriedly made her way into her room. Her father shot a questioning glance in her direction, though didn't pay much mind to her as he assumed it was one of her girlfriends calling to gossip.

Her hands were shaky as she pressed accept call, a hint of nervousness in her expression as she placed the phone against her ear. "Hello?" she answered, biting her lip as she waited for a response. Whoever was on the other end was silent, which only seemed to add to the anticipation she felt. "Hello?" she repeated again, desperately wishing to hear the man whom had told her she wouldn't see him again. On one hand, she shouldn't have wanted to hear from him, not after the way he left things, but for whatever reason, she simply couldn't help it.
 
Josh had actually pulled his men back, ones that were keeping tabs on the girl. He didn’t want her harmed in any way. He thought he was protecting her by staying away from her and that was probably for the best. So he told himself.

Despite him having her number, he was just as restless, probably more than she was. At least, he had her number but he couldn’t get himself to get in touch with her. But then again, if he wanted to get in touch with her, he could have find different means to do so. But, the matter was different and his game plan was sort of in a mess. Despite everything, he had dispatched one of his drivers to go by her place and be ready to pick her up in case if things goes well.

He held the phone in his hand as he was seated comfortably in the back of his fancy car as it rode through the streets of downtown. At the third ring, he was tempted to hang up and not bother her but it was then, he heard a click. Someone answered and he couldn’t speak a word. And then, there it was. Her soothing voice that was mixed with desperation and irritation that he couldn’t tell just yet. Even though he was a little hesitant, he seemed confident when he spoke after a good few seconds of silence, “Kendra…” He went quite once again before continuing, “A car is waiting for you in the street behind your house. I want you to make up whatever excuse you need to make in able to get out of the house.” He demanded as he didn’t know better. He wondered if she would even agree to come or tell him no right that moment. If she did agree, would she be furious? Such questions popped in his head. In that moment, all he wanted was for her to say yes and he sure as hell didn’t give her a choice.
 
A breath of relief left her lips as the sound of his voice speaking her name hit her ears. She couldn't seem to say anything in response though, simply remaining silent until he spoke for a second time. His words both excited and angered her. For some unknown reason, she liked the way he simply told her what to do, his confidence stirring something inside of her. At the same time though, what right did he have to boss her around after he had ended things the last time?

Whether he knew it or not, she was desperate to see him, but she didn't want him to know that. She felt foolish after having spent the past two days waiting for a call or text, as though she depended on it. Trying not to sound as excited as she felt to finally see him, she remained quiet for a few seconds, as though she was contemplating his demand.

"Fine." she finally spoke, sounding rather nonchalant, though her heart was already racing in her chest with anticipation. Without waiting for him to say anything else, she hung up the phone, drawing in a deep breath as though she was still processing what had just happened. That day, she had told herself to give up, that she wasn't going to see him again, but now, it was happening.

Phone in hand, she made her way back out of her bedroom, not bothering to change or do anything to her appearance. She wasn't as dressed up as she had been the first night she'd met him, wearing a loose fitting tank top and a pair of leggings. Even then, she still looked good.

"Hey dad, I'm gonna walk over to Jenna's." she spoke as she entered the living room again, referring to one of her friends who lived just a few houses down. The two frequently met up with one another at their houses, so her father wouldn't have a reason to be suspicious. "Alright, tell her hi for me." he replied to her without even looking away from the tv, and without so much as a second glance, Kendra slipped out the door and hastily made her way towards the car that was waiting for her behind her house.
 
He didn’t know why but when he was around her, even when talking, something seemed to come over him. He was usually a demanding person but with him, it was much more. It was silent both sides and he wondered if she had hung up on him. He wouldn’t blame her if she did. Though, he would find his way to her and convince her to see him again if he had to go that route.

Luckily, it didn’t come to that. He waited for her to say something as he was done speaking. He could hear the silence, hear her breathing…shallow. And yet, she didn’t speak much. He figured she would show some enthusiasm but then again, not after what he had done to her. He was at fault very much and he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d rebel against him the moment they see each other again. Her tone of voice was rather ‘spicy’. He very much liked a fire inside a girl. He wondered if that was what he was witnessing.

Before he could say anything else, he heard the phone click and he chuckled to himself. At least she was coming to see him, he thought to himself. He wondered what she would dressed in. He wanted to tell her to put something nice on but he also knew the risks. He couldn’t have her dressed well and walk out of the house at this time of the evening. It would only raise suspicions. He trusted her enough to make up some excuse and that she did. He was informed when she entered the car and when it was on move.

He would first see her in his penthouse and then should she decide to take an easy evening, he would plan accordingly. The ride from her place would take about 10 minutes. Once arrive, the driver quickly stepped out and opened the door for the young lady. The guy sitting at the desk, the very same guy with whom she’d left a piece of paper with, walked out quickly to get the door for her and then quickly moving ahead of her to hold the elevator doors open. He didn’t enter but he punched in a code so that it would only open up into the penthouse. He didn’t know what he was going to say or what she was going to do or say. Simply making his way to the elevators, he stood there in his plain white shirt that seemed to fit around his torso like a second layer of skin, grey slacks and a thin tie that made him seem professional. He took a step back to give her enough space so she can enter his penthouse with ease.
 
Kendra felt as though she had butterflies in her stomach when the car pulled up to his building, her nervousness clear on her face when the clerk came and opened the door for her. She wasn't sure why she felt so nervous, considering how at ease she felt with him before. Perhaps it was because of the way things had left off when she had last seen him.

Thanking the man, her nerves only seemed to grow stronger as the elevator doors closed and she began to move up. She was unsure of what to expect when she would arrive, or what she should say or do. It was strange, considering she had never felt this way over a man, yet she barely even knew him. Sighing, she tried to push the thought aside, her fingers nervously drumming against her leg as she ascended higher.

Her body tensed up slightly as the elevator stopped, a look of uncertainty on her face as the doors opened. Her eyes instantly met his as she stepped out of the elevator, though her gaze quickly moved to look over him. She hadn't intended to stare in the way that she did, but he looked too good not to. She found herself reminded of when she first laid eyes on him just nights before, how giddy she had felt when he focused his attention on her. Quickly following, she remembered their night in his home, how he'd touched her, given her more pleasure than anyone before him had with just his fingers. She felt the need she'd had for him grow within her once more, a light blush forming on her cheeks as she quickly tore her gaze away from him and stared down towards the floor.

She found herself desperately wishing that he would say something, simply so she wouldn't have to. The silence was maddening, though she honestly didn't know what the best approach would be. "What made you change your mind?" she finally asked, her eyes still staring downwards, rather than up at him.
 
She was not the only one. What he was feeling was unusual for him. It wasn’t butterflies but a thought of what if she’d come down here only to yell at him and then leave. He could always keep her against her will…even better, blackmail her now that he had something to use against her, it just didn’t seem right. He wanted her willingly because this was the only thing that was real in his life at the moment.

He could hear the elevator wires clink as it was awfully quite. He could also hear his own heart beat and it was beating way faster than normal. He didn’t know what the girl had over him. Was it so that he had something over her or it was the other way around?

He froze in time when he saw the elevator door open and the image in front of him felt as if it was playing in a slow motion. The image of her standing there as their eyes met, staring at each other, she finally pulled her gaze away from his face and looked at the floor. She’d find his shiny black shoes and feel his presence standing tall before her. Finally, he heard her speak. He wanted her to and that’s why he had held back from breaking his silence. “You did…” he said as he didn’t need to think even for a bit. “Believe it or not, I have been thinking about you.” He said as she looked at her face, ready to catch her gaze should she decide to look up.

“I had no right to make a decision for US two.” He exaggerated the word ‘US’ to indicate there was something between the two. “You had equal say in it and that’s why I wanted to see you again.” He said as he let the elevator doors close behind her before he stepped towards her. He knew she wouldn’t just stand still and would move back with his each step forward. “I am going to ask you this question…what is it you want out of this?” He said and continued, “I am a very complicated man and putting up with me is not easy. My needs are extraordinary.” He told her to educate her a little so she knows what she was getting herself into.
 
Her eyes lifted back up to his as he spoke, her heart fluttering as he told her that she was what changed his mind. It was relieving to know that he had thought about her too, that she wasn't the only one caught up in this. But even then, that didn't give her answers. Drawing in a deep breath, she continued to listen, carefully considering his words. As though the action was involuntary, she found herself backing up as he moved forward, only stopping as her back pressed against the wall.

With both nervousness and anticipation in her eyes, she continued to listen intently as he closed in the distance between them. He didn't need to tell her that he was a complicated man, for that was the one thing she had already gathered. Now, she simply had to determine whether that would stop her from going further with him.

On one hand, she wanted to give in, to let him drag her down further. At the same time, he had already raised so many suspicions. "I..I don't know what I want." she spoke, her words holding a sense of desperation. "I don't know anything about you, or what you want..." she went on, her words trailing off.

For a moment, she was silent, hesitantly raising her eyes back up to meet his. She had wanted to try and act stronger than this, to try and resist him. She had planned to come and act upset with him, to act as though she didn't want him as badly as she did. She couldn't bring herself to do that though, unsure of how to resist him when she so badly wanted to just reach out and touch him. Grab him, pull him close to her, feel his skin against hers.

"I'm here." she spoke again, her voice softer now. "Isn't that enough?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper. Her eyes now had the same look in them as they'd had after he'd kissed her for the first time, a look that begged him to take her.
 
He couldn’t help but be honest to her when telling her what changed his mind. Matter of fact, she was the very reason why he had decided to distance himself after that night. He didn’t hide the fact from her that she had been occupying his mind for quite some time now and she may not say it, it was obvious in her demeanor that she was bothered by his thoughts as well.

She’d feel the cold metal door of the elevator against her back as he sort of cornered her intently. Whether or not knowing the fact he was a complicated man would be a deal breaker, he did tell her that even though everything that’s happened so far had only proven the very same fact. She muttered a few words, ‘I don’t know what I want’. The fact was that she knew and that was him. “You don’t need to know about me in able to know what I want.” He spoke in his dominant tone of voice, “I want you.”

Her piercing gaze looking right into hers, knowing that this was poisonous and yet, both couldn’t stop themselves from wanting this. Especially her, she was unknown to his world and despite him telling her this was a bad idea, she insisted on being here. He had very much expected her to be angry or upset with him but he was surprised to find neither. Although, it would be a treat to see her give off a different expression and he was sure he’d love it too. It would actually amuse him. Plenty of time for that…

He went on telling her about all the negatives thing thing between them would bring, but she seemed to care less. And then her taunting reply also solidified his interests in her further. ‘Isn’t that enough’…he chuckled hearing her sly comment and that’s when he extended his both hand, spread apart to place them at the top corners of the elevator door and he leaned towards her slightly. His face now exactly before hers, inhaling her distinct scent, looking down as their lips merely an inch away, “I want to occupy all of your time. I am a greedy man…I want all of you.” He said and let his gaze move from her eyes to her tiny nose and to her pert lips before gazing into her eyes, “How much time do you have right now?” He asked her curiously as he also wanted to keep things going between them without raising any alarms for her father.
 
It was difficult to describe the feeling that pulsed through her as his words hit her ears, telling her that he wanted her. It was greatly satisfying, as though she had been desperately working towards a goal and had finally achieved it. At the same time, it was reassuring, comforting to know that he wanted her, just as she wanted him.

Her heart began to beat faster as he moved in closer, her eyes locked on his as he loomed above her. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, drawing in slow, deep breaths as she stared up at him. She could feel his warm breath on her skin as he spoke, his words further complicating their situation, though they didn't change her mind. He was greedy, he wanted all of her, and while that should have been enough to send her running in the other direction, it made her want him even more. While she didn't fully understand it, she wanted to give in to him, to give him everything she had. Perhaps it was his mysterious ways that enticed her, or their night shared together just days before. Maybe, it was both.

"A couple of hours." she answered after having been silent for a moment, the girl having been hung up on his previously uttered words. "Maybe more, if I check in." she added, her body shifting slightly against the elevator. She was getting antsy, and he would be able to see that. It was proving more and more difficult to control herself, the urge to reach out and touch him getting stronger.

As though her thoughts fueled her actions, her hands moved from her sides and up to his chest. Her eyes moved from his, down to where her hands rested, following them as they slowly moved up higher. She could feel his body beneath the thin garment, the heat of his skin radiating through it. Her hands continued their trek, moving up to his shoulders, and eventually stopping as she gently wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes lifted again to stare into his, her body pressing against his own as she used her grip around him to pull herself closer to him.
 
He felt no shame in telling the teenager that he wanted her. The words were simple and yet, powerful since they were coming from a man such as his standard. She seemed reassured after hearing him speak and seeing her try not to even object, it was obvious she shared the similar feelings.

He felt the need to be close to her and so, he moved towards her, closing the gap between the two as they seemed breathe in same warm air. The slightest hint of her scent now filled his lungs and that alone made his heart beat faster. Though, it would not be evident on his face as she’d always find it hard to read him.

He blinked contently, hearing her tell him that she had couple of hours. He wasn’t going to be greedy since this was only a beginning. He liked how she seemed, antsy, as he slowly took control of the situation. He seemed to want it and she seemed to give it away. Of course, there were resistance and hesitation, making this chase even interesting. He wouldn’t have it any other way because easy was boring. He could have gone after some bimbo who would spread her legs with just a flick of his hand but no.

He felt her tiny hands reach out to touch his chest and then slowly slide up higher to his broad shoulders. She’ll feel the heal emanating from his form as her hand looped around his neck to pull herself in closer to him. He didn’t even flinch a bit just yet and instead, he just watched her as she tried to get a response from him. It was obvious and he could have if he wanted to, to sweep her off her feet and pull her into a passionate kiss but he wanted to see if she had it in her to display her emotions…needs. His lips were right there, ready for her to take as he breathed through his nose in a calm manner.
 
It was maddening, the way he simply stood there, watching her. She wanted him to respond to her touches, to reach out to her, take her in his arms. For a moment, she waited, her eyes begging as she gazed up at him. She still didn't completely understand it, the way she felt. Already, she wanted so much from him, yet she still didn't even know the mans name.

After letting several seconds pass, Kendra eased her body closer into his, shifting so that one of his legs rested in between hers. Using the grip around him, she pulled him down towards her, their foreheads now pressed together as her eyes remained locked on his. A few more seconds passed before she closed her eyes and pulled back just the slightest bit. It was hard to fight the urge to simply beg him to take her, but she resisted, and instead allowed her lips to gently brush against his skin, placing gentle kisses against his jaw as she moved down along his neck. Her movements were hesitant, exploratory, as though she was discovering new territory.

With her hands still wrapped around him, her lips moved back up along his neck, her tongue softly grazing the skin just below his ear before allowing her lips to brush against it. "Tell me your name." she whispered, her breath against his skin as she released one of her hands, allowing it slide down to his chest, her fingers teasingly brushing against the top button of his shirt.
 
Even he’d be on the edge should someone behave to him the way he was towards her. It was drive him crazy the way he was driving Kendra crazy by standing there and simply watching for her moves. It’s not that he didn’t want to reach and take her in his arms, pulling her into an embrace so tight that she’d wish he’d never let her go. It took a lot more to not do it and that alone was a self-control.

It almost made him smirk as he gazed right into her eyes, them needy gaze telling him how badly she wanted him to kiss her. He knew that she would break soon and that, she did. Feeling her body ease closer into his, he felt her thighs shift around one of his legs, placing one of her legs between his. Though, he simply being tall, her waist came to a little below his and so his mid thighs would push right into her crotch should he or she decided to grind.

He could feel her weight as she tried her best to pull her down, moving about an inch but not as much, he felt her forehead being pressed against hers. At least that way, she’d have to tip toe herself in able to actually kiss him. Besides, she wasn’t wearing heels which would have helped her height. Having their gazes locked, he watched her stay still until she pulled back just a bit before brushing her soft lips against his jaw line. His head swiftly moved very gently, allowing her to kiss along his jaw and upwards to the corner of his ears.

He was sensitive of course and that’s why he tilted his head ever so slightly. He liked what was happening and so, he allowed her to and then he pulled back just a little when he heard her demand his name. He froze there for a few seconds before he took a step back, giving her a feeling of having something so near where she could just grab and take it before it slipped away. And he did slip away. “You will have it once you please me enough.” He remarked as he turned on his heels and started walking away, “So…a few hours huh?” He said as if he was talking to himself but he was asking her, “What would you rather do? Go out or stay in? Hungry for food or….” He let that linger and let it be. Though, she was growing important for him by each passing moment and he wouldn’t want to rush with her how he’d rushed with other girls. No, he would want to savor every moment to convert it into a memory that not only he but she will remember for the rest of their lives. He wondered what she would let him do, how far she’d let him go willingly. He could always take her against her own will and whiles he would enjoy that, he would not want to go that route.
 
Kendra hadn't known exactly how he would react to her, but what she hadn't expected was for him to simply move away from her. She was visibly surprised as he stepped back, a look of confusion in her eyes as he once again avoided her question and began to walk away from her. As his words filled the air, she found herself wondering how on earth she was supposed to please him if he wouldn't even touch her. With a sigh, she leaned back against the elevator, her lips pursed slightly as her gaze followed him. As enticing as he was, he was equally as frustrating.

The vibe of irritation that she was giving off quickly changed to amusement as he continued on, asking her what she wished to do as he stepped farther away from her. She laughed lightly, shaking her head as she began to walk further into the living room, her eyes glancing around at her surroundings. "Well, it wouldn't make much sense for me to answer your questions when you won't answer mine, would it?" she asked, a bit of a smirk forming on her face as she sat down on the same couch he had stood her up on nights before when they kissed for the first time.

Gazing over at him inquisitively, as though she was waiting for him to say something, she kicked her shoes off, pulling her legs up onto the couch. With her eyes still locked on him, she laid back, stretching out as she rested her head on one of the pillows. Her hair was fanned out around her, her shirt having lifted slightly to reveal an inch or two of her smooth stomach.

Despite not answering him, it wouldn't have been hard for him to guess her answers. Her actions made it clear that she intended to stay in, and the needing look that rested in her eyes would tell him exactly what it was she was hungry for. On one hand, she wanted to push further, to walk back over to him and continue where she had left off, touch him more. At the same time, as much as she wanted him, there was a part of her that wanted to resist him, to force him to give her answers before she gave in to him. Clearly, he appeared to have the upper hand, and while that excited her, there was no denying that it made her nervous as well.
 
He wasn’t doing things on purpose to irritate the girl who had lied her way out of her house just to come see him because he demanded her to. She was the one taking a big risk and while it should be appreciated, he continued to annoy her with his ways. If it was any other girls, he would have been mounted on top of her already if not having fucked the girl once already, one of plenty times he’d plan to take her in that short period of time she was here.

Kendra was different and he did things differently. Most importantly, he did things that he didn’t expect for himself to do and being spontaneous. Usually, he’s very organized, but not around her. He was slowly surprising himself and not just her.

He knew she was irritated by him but that didn’t bother him. He knew that if he wanted, he could easily change that within her. Instead, he continued to walk away to the glassed table that was situated in the center of his living room with sets of couch settled around it. He now was standing so that she was on his side, easily spotable from the corner of his eyes, hearing her laugh softly. He picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of his finest fine as his gaze lifted over to her, watching her make her way towards the couch only to settle down on it.

He was surprised to see her walk carefree towards the couches as she answered back to him, denying in a very taunting way that she wasn’t going to answer his questions because he was doing the same. It brought on smirk that lingered at the corner of his lips as he sensed some rivalry. Meanwhile, he watched her ease back onto the couch, watching her kick her shoes off and then rest her head on one of the pillows. It was quite a treat to watch her tiny frame occupy barely some space on such a large couch, watching how her midriff was exposed.

He remembered her having a taut tummy and that, he absolutely admired. He smirked, thinking to himself how she told him she wasn’t going to answer him but her actions made it obvious. He knew what she was doing. She was forcing him to answer her question and he thought that was cute. Sipping from his glass before placing it on the table, he moved to the end of the couch where her head was resting. He stood there and looked down, her world would seem upside down at the moment as he looked down at her before taking a step back and bending forward at the same time.

He smiled softly at last as he leaned down further and until he was only an inch away from her lips. He turned his head slightly so that if she’d lift her head upwards, she’d easily be able to plant a kiss there and that’s what he waited for her to do…assuming she would.
 
Keeping her eyes on him, Kendra watched his lips curved into a smirk as he casually began to walk towards her, and though she appeared composed, her heart immediately began to beat faster within her chest as he moved closer. A part of her found herself wishing that he didn't have such a strong affect over her, but at the same time, she doubted she would be so enticed by him if he didn't.

The girl was still as he stood over her, her eyes staring up to meet his gaze. In the few seconds that he stared down at her, her breathing had slowed, a look of anticipation reaching her eyes as he leaned down towards her. Within seconds, she could feel his breath against her, his face so close to her own. She knew what he wanted her to do, and she wanted it as well, but that didn't stop her from trying to resist. For a moment, she simply sat there, one half of her mind urging her to hold back, while the other was screaming at her to kiss him.

It felt like forever as she simply laid there, staring up at his ever so inviting lips, while in reality, only a matter of seconds had passed. In those few seconds, she found herself unable to hold back, her eyes softly closing as she lifted her head, a sweet satisfaction moving through her as she pressed her lips to his. For a moment, she allowed them to rest there before parting her lips, allowing her tongue to slip out and slowly move to his mouth. The kiss was slow, but deep, her arm reaching up around his neck to pull him closer to her once more.

To her surprise, the kiss felt as beautifully overwhelming as the first one, perhaps even more so. It was as though she could get lost in him, every other care or worry slipping away from her as she allowed both her mind and body to focus purely on him.
 
He found it amusing to see how she not being able to look right into his eyes when he’s so near and when away, she maintains her eye contact, watching him as she laid on the couch while he made his way towards her. He couldn’t tell earlier but now that he was staring down at her, he took notice of how her chest heaved up and down very slowly.

He was in no rush to strip her clothes off because she absolutely looked amazing in whatever she wore and was sure, she could come see him in her PJs and yet seem adorable. She was one of those girl who could wake up from her sleep and still make his heart jump in his chest. He yet had to experience that but those days were not far away…and even if they were, he wouldn’t want to rush either.

He was pretty sure that she may fight against her will and not kiss him. But, he also knew that she couldn’t resist for too long. He stood corrected, smirking to himself when he saw her eyes close before her head lifted in his direction until her lips pressed against his. He couldn’t help but participate by parting his lips when he felt her lips part. He parted them even more when he felt her tongue slip past his lips and into his mouth.

He made sure to not have his chin pressed into her nose or her cheek since his light stubble would irritate her. Carefully tilting his head, he suckled on her velvety tongue that entered his mouth and at the same time, he felt her arms reaching around his neck to pull him even more closer to her. He moved one of his hand to swiftly move strands of hair from the side of her face and then cup her cheek as he let out a soft moan. The kiss was more passionate than any before and his need for her would be something that she could feel in the kiss. It was something she would notice, something which she probably had never with any other boys her age.
 
The satisfaction she felt from kissing him only seemed to strengthen as he kissed her back, feeling his tongue against her own. She sighed against his lips as his hand cupped her cheek, his soft moan only seeming to encourage her. She had never felt this way from simply kissing someone, and she was almost certain that no one else would ever be able to provide this feeling. She had never been one to believe in fate, yet somehow she found herself feeling as though fate itself had brought her here.

She could feel his need for her through their kiss, just as her need for him was pulsing inside of her, and while she didn't want to rush things with him, she was struggling to hold back. Willing herself to pull back, she gazed up at him once more, her eyes revealing a lustful gaze. What she felt was far stronger than lust though, and the thought was both exciting and frightening.

"Come here." she whispered, pulling him towards her, urging him to move over top of her. She wanted to feel him on top of her, feel his warmth mesh with hers. She wanted him of course, but it wasn't even that she simply want him to fuck her. No, it was more than that. She wanted to be one with him, to connect. It was a desire she'd never truly felt until that moment.
 
The kiss was amazing, feeling her lips against his own and her tongue grazing his inside his mouth was simply exhilarating for him. He had kissed many women, far more experienced than Kendra and yet, he couldn’t help but desire only her in that moment and near future.

Feeling her sigh into the kiss as he cupped her cheek, he thought if there was at least one thing he didn’t like about her. Of course, he failed to find anything. There were flaws in everyone and yet, he had yet to find some in her. It may have been fate that brought her here, now. But, it was him who brought her into his life to begin with, starting with his well thought out plan to ruin her along with her father for a sake of vengeance.

He felt on shame in letting her feel his need for her. He wasn’t the one to hide it. When she pulled back, breaking the kiss, he pulled back as well and looked into her lustful gaze. It wasn’t only lust but there was much more than that. It was hard to explain.

Her sweet voice, calling him over was almost hypnotizing. He couldn’t help but feel an urge to move around to the front of the couch and that he did. Standing tall before he moved to place his left knee on the outer side of her right leg, into the couch. He leaned forward as he bent his right leg just a little, keeping it slanted and on the ground. He placed his left palm right below her arm while his right hand looped around her waist and under her. Hovering over her face, he cocked his eyebrow at her as if stating he was here, now what? He was curious to see her lead for a change. Though, one thing was obvious and that was she was leading only because he was allowing her to.
 
Truthfully, she hadn't expected him to listen, and appeared to be genuinely surprised when he moved in closer, doing as she had requested of him. She was quiet, her eyes gazing over him as he moved into place, and as he stared down at her, there would be a look of satisfaction in her eye. The look quickly changed as his eyes challenged her, questioning what she planned to do now. Honestly, she wasn't sure. There were so many things she wanted to do, yet she didn't seem to know where to start.

Biting her lip slightly, she simply stared up at him for a moment, her eyes gazing over his face as though she was trying to memorize every detail. She wanted to see and feel every part of him, to know his body as well as her own.

Hesitantly, she lifted her hand up to his face, her fingers gently brush across his stubbled cheek. Moving her hand back around towards the back of his neck, she leaned forward to press her lips to his once more. This time, they didn't linger, simply pressing a soft kiss to his lips before leaning back down, her eyes staring back up into his.

"I'm scared." she whispered, thinking out loud. It wasn't that she was scared of what was happening, or scared of being there, but more so that she was scared of her feelings. "I don't even know you.." she continued, her hand moving from his neck down to his chest, again toying with the button on his shirt. "But I want you." she admitted, the words containing such a hefty meaning. She wanted him sexually, that was much obvious, but she wanted so much else, and that was something she couldn't seem to understand.
 
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