The Deal of a Lifetime {Niksis & Enigma_x}

Enigma_x · Dec 16, 2016

A flurry of heels echoed through the fairly quaint apartment. It was on the fifth floor of a rather decent apartment block in the city. Kate Harrow was busy preparing for her night ahead. Ever since she’d moved to the city her bank account had been expanding in the thousands. She’d worked her way up to being a professional, high class escort. Some may think it’s a rather fancy name for a prostitute, well, they’d be wrong. Kate sold her time, not her body. Sometimes, and just sometimes, clients asked for extras. At the start of her career, she’d struggled in the city with the amount of bills she was running into. She’d taken several of those requests, but not anymore. Her current client list had several solid clients she was even building friendship with; however, the man who had booked her time tonight was a man she had only seen once before, he’d seemed rather plain, but safe. So she’d agreed to tonight, a charity ball in the city centre. Usually, she preferred to remain away from large gatherings, but the money was all too tempting.

Instead of purchasing a dress, Kate had rented one she could use for the night. Even though she wasn’t too keen on the evening, it did feel nice to slip into something so fancy. Slowly, the blonde stepped into the black lace gown. The material slid up over her curved, supple figure with ease. It was a dress that a woman would kill for; it dipped into her waist, displaying the curve of her hourglass figure before trailing down around her hips and down to the floor. Fortunately, the lace was thick enough to only allow a hint of olive skin to be seen beneath. Gently, she slipped into a rather hair pair of heels, giving her at least two inches in height, allowing her to reach five foot eight. From what she could remember, her client was somewhat on the shorter side, so hopefully her choice of clothing didn’t embarrass him too much.

As Richard Larson wasn’t a common client, Kate had demanded he meet her several blocks from their destination, as opposed to picking her up from home. It was an arrangement that worked like a treat, the blonde wasn’t dumb enough to allow men she didn’t know to come to her home. Finally, she double checked her make up in the mirror and grabbed her black clutch before making her way out of the apartment. There was only a small window to be fashionably late.

The taxi took some time getting to the destination, the traffic was rather troublesome. “Katelyn, nice to see you,” A slightly rough voice echoed behind the young woman as she stepped from the taxi while handing the driver several notes. “Nice to see you, Richard. Shall we?” The male extended his arm, allowing Kate to slip her arm around his own as they began to walk toward the ball. “You look amazing.” Kate couldn’t help but offer a warm smile, “Thank you, I figured I should look the part. Now, you need to inform me of any businessmen in there that I should know about.” Richard was decent looking; dark brown hair speckled with grey only enhanced his appeal, he was fairly in shape, and he certainly knew how to dress to impress. He’d divorced from his wife several years ago and hadn’t managed to find a girlfriend due to work, yet he still wanted to impress his colleagues, that’s where Kate came in. The woman had long golden curls tied into a slightly messy bun, several stray curls making their way down toward her pronounced collar bone. With deep blue hues, she was certainly the girl next door type.

After she’d been informed of several men she should know, the couple finally reached the ball. The building was immense, it had large white marble pillars outside of the entrance, just above the very many marble stairs at the base. Kate slipped her free arm down to take a hold of her gown as they ascended the stairs. The twenty seven year old was bracing herself for a full and tiring evening, all she was thinking of was grabbing a burger after the event and settling down with a glass of wine to watch some chick flicks before bed.

It seemed that by the time they made it into the party, drinks were flowing and music was pumping. The couple descended the large double staircase that led toward the main floor. It was in that moment that Kate was scanning the crowd, and a familiar face appeared in the most unlikely of places. Now that was a client she wouldn’t mind seeing again. He was incredibly handsome, not to mention he’d been one of the most well-mannered clients she’d ever had the delight of working with. The man had treated her with the upmost respect and dignity, something most clients tended to forget. Some seemed too fixated on the fact that they paid her for time, and therefore they assumed she owed them far more than what they’d agreed.

Despite the handsome client, Kate kept her mind focused on Richard. Unfortunately, he began tossing back champagne that was flowing by on waiter’s trays. It was only when she followed his gaze that she noticed he was watching a woman. “Ex?” Kate murmured softly as she led her client toward the dance floor, hoping to distract him. “Yeah, the whore is here with her new boyfriend.” He snapped coldly, suddenly turning his attention to Kate. “Come on,” It was then that he took the lead, one hand slipping down to her hip as the other slipped into her own. It wasn’t long before he increased the closeness of their bodies, his gaze drifting to Kate then back to his ex. “Look, Richard, this is a difficult situation. Maybe we should relax,” The older man grunted as his hand slipped onto her toned rear. “Hey!” The blonde immediately rose her clutch and thumped him with her clutch. “What did I say?” It was her golden rule, and he broke it. Any physical exchange should be agreed, clearly jealousy was getting the better of him.

“Come on, I’ll pay you five thousand.” A dark frown rippled over the blonde’s near flawless features. “You’re kidding, right?” It was clear their hushed tones were slightly rising. His hand didn’t move from her rear, and Kate wasn’t going to tolerate it. “You know what? Get another girlfriend. I don’t need your money.” The woman gave a firm shove to his chest with one palm as she attempted to free herself. Soon enough she felt her wrist taken into a vice like grip as the oaf pulled her body up against his. “I paid for you, I paid for six hours. You’re going to give me what I paid for.” Now his tone was all too loud for Kate to handle, this was the last thing she needed.

Niksis · Dec 17, 2016

The warm glow of the midday sun was penetrating the large glass windows of the conference room. Todays meeting was even longer than usual, a lot had happened during the week that Mark needed to be caught up on. He usually had a more hands-off approach to the dealings of his company, but even then he loved knowing what was happening, after all, his name was on the tower, Helbrech Indutries. Mark had inherited it from his father, and his father before him. And through the years the company had grown ten-fold. However, the downside of running such a large company was that he had very little time for himself and what time he did have, was spend on social events.

"Keep up the good work everyone, you can be proud of everything we've achieved so far." His employees had worked hard on a particular order, forcing them to pull overtime in almost every department. "However now you must have me excused, I have to prepare for another social outing." Mark really didn't have the time to attend all of these events he was being invited to, however his PR department told him that it would look good if he attended these charity events and perhaps even threw some money their way. To Mark, it was little more than an excuse to meet new people and get away from work for a bit. The only downside was that he always had to attend these events by himself.

It had been through a friend that Mark was introduced to the idea of professional escorts, girlfriends for a day as it were. At first he had scoffed at the idea of having to buy female companionship and the first few companions that he had hired wasn't giving their profession a good reputation. They had, in fact, been little more than glorified prostitutes looking for lonely men to pay for their every need. That was not what Mark wanted from his escorts. He wanted personality and professionalism. So when Kate had been recommended to Mark, he was hesitant at first, though it was entirely misplaced as it turned out after a very memorable evening.

He took a sip from his glass as his gaze wandered across the crowd gathered. Standing six foot five, Mark filled out his black suit quite well. Despite the layers of clothing, his form was easy to see underneath. He had always expected perfection from those around him, more so of himself. His body a reflection of his expectations. Every morning, Mark spend a few hours in the gym, keeping his body in as good a shape as he possibly could to supplement his healthy lifestyle. His was the form of a man who took care of himself. His black hair swept back and his beard neatly trimmed, as always.

As his deep blue eyes found the beautiful form of a woman standing atop the large stairs, a smile formed on his lips. He had recognized her instantly, how could he not, knowingly or not, she had left an impression that no escort had managed to emulate since. She had been special, even if he had paid for her time, she had this knack of not reminding you of it, it felt almost natural. At least, it had felt so for him that one time he had hired her.

He had been intent on pretending like she wasn't here. She was working, he could respect that. At least for tonight, she belonged to someone other than him. Though in the deepest part of his deprived mind, he had imagined what she would look like underneath the dress, a thought that forced a smirk on his lips. And despite their attempt at a hushed conversation, Richard wasn't as good at it as she had been.

When Mark had first hired Kate, she had made sure he knew her limits and rules. And breaching personal space as well as touching was not permitted unless agreed upon beforehand. So judging from where Richard's hand was, and how Kate reacted, Mark assumed that he was breaching their agreement. So with drink in hand, he made his way over to the couple in an attempt to rescue Kate from the situation she had found herself in.

Placing himself between Richard and Kate, Mark held out his glass for Richard to hold, while taking Kate's hand in his other "May I have the next dance, miss?" despite his question, Mark was not waiting for Kate to respond, instead he began to gently guide her away from Richard and towards the dance floor proper. In his mind, there was no nefarious plan to steal Kate away or to interfere with her work. To him, he was simply trying to prevent a scene.

Enigma_x · Dec 17, 2016

Kate wasn’t sure what she was going to do, this scene that was blossoming could be the very thing to expose her. A slow, deep breath echoed through her lungs as she attempted to calm herself down, this wasn’t going to be easy to resolve. The moment she heard a voice beside her, the female knew exactly who was there. Mark. A hint of warmth flooded through her as she felt his rather large hand take hers. “Excuse me, Richard. You can keep your money, we’re done for the night.” With another, taller and clearly more developed male, Richard simply huffed and took the glass from her new dance partner, making his way to the bar. It told her all she needed to know; he’d never be able to hire her again, whatever he threw at her.

“You have impeccable timing, Mark.” The soft, tender tone once returned as the drunken oaf left their vicinity. They’d only spent one night together, but it was one she’d never forget. Even now, he held an elegance about him that most men couldn’t dream of. There was something incredibly alluring about a gentleman in a sea of thugs. “So, how have you been?” Subtly, her free hand slid up along his chest to perch on his left shoulder, easing her body closer to his. It was a natural reaction, there was barely any thought, only instinct. It was times like this that she missed; when she could simply be herself and not be who someone paid for. Hopefully her days were numbered, her money was pooling and it would only be a matter of time before she could re-apply to college.

“Are you here alone?” There was a hint of concern in her tone as her gaze swept up toward his, a warm smile sneaking over her well-defined lips. Of course she wished he’d hired her, but there was a certain joyful feeling of knowing he would want to spend time for her just as a woman, not as a fake girlfriend. “You look handsome tonight.” It was all she could muster to say, her thoughts already running wild. Although her job was rather intimate in some ways, it had been so long since she’d truly been intimate with anyone, friends or otherwise.

Even though her hand was only resting atop his shoulder, she could feel the hard structure beneath. It was clear he was in shape, but her mind began to grow even more curious of what was beneath his shirt. It was uncharacteristic of Kate to think of her clients in such a way, but how could she help it? He was handsome, well mannered, and clearly he was somewhat of a caring man as he’d whisked her out of a pretty uncomfortable situation. “You do realise, since you helped me get rid of him, you’re going to have to stay with me the rest of the night. He’s taken a divorce rather hard and he’s dying to make her jealous. Clearly he has no limitations.” The playful smirk on her lips was clearly not related to her ex-client, but more the fact that she insisted Mark babysit her.

“Or, we could go grab a drink and a burger somewhere else.” The same spark of life that had blossomed the moment she saw him rose up once more, her deep blue hues simmering with excitement.

Niksis · Dec 17, 2016

Mark had almost forgotten Kate's scent, it send a slight shiver down his spine as he took a deep breath. Perfume can do wonders, he knew, but this was something else. Her scent was a beautiful as she was, to think that someone like that didn't have someone to take care of her confused him. Surely, someone like Kate would have the pick of the litter when it comes to partners. 'Perhaps she dislikes the idea of sticking to one guy?' he thought to himself as he guided her through the crowd and unto the ball room floor.

Still holding her hand in his own, Mark pulled her closer. His free hand brushing against the black lace of her dress as he guided his warm hand to her lower back, pulling her just a bit closer still. "You looked like you needed a change in company." He said with a playful smile on his features. After their first, and only, meeting, Kate had been haunting his dreams the days that followed. They were pleasant dreams, sure. Some of them chaste, others less so, however she had been on his mind from time to time. So getting the opportunity to spend time with her again, was something Mark was not going to pass up on. "Oh you know, working." The honest answer to her question longer than that, he had been extremely busy, however he didn't want to bore her with that. He had not paid her to listen to his troubles, besides, Mark knew that most people ask that question without really wanting to know the answer, so why bother.

He held her close as he took lead in the slow dance, allowing the warmth of her body to mix with his own, yet at the same time doing his best to no breach her personal space too much, he remembered her rules after all. Around them echoes of laughter and sounds of conversations could be heard, but to Mark all of that drowned out as he kept his sapphire gaze locked on Kate. Words couldn't begin to describe Kate's beauty, even more so in her current choice of attire. "You look beautiful in that dress, Kate." It was the first time since stealing her away that he allowed his eyes to wander, perhaps for a second too long yet he didn't care. The forbidden fruit is always more tempting.

"Maybe if he treated his wife with more respect than what he showed tonight, he wouldn't have to." Leaning in close, much closer than what decorum dictates, Mark allowed his breath to caress against the edge of her ear as he all but whispered "Besides, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend this evening with." He knew all too well the effect that he had on women in close proximity, he was confident in himself and his voice reflected this. When Mark spoke, his voice had this almost unquestionable authority to it. The sort of voice that could make a whole room fall silent and listen when spoken. It had been one of his many gifts and to some extent, had been the reason why he had been so successful with his company.

Mark kept himself hovering inches from Kate's ear for a few seconds, almost as if teasing her as he squeezed her hand gently. "Where would you like to go? Perhaps someplace more quiet? I'd love to get to know the real Kate." His eyes practically glowing with excitement as his mind once more us flooded with images of what she might look like underneath, what sort of underwear, if any, she was wearing, what she would look like naked and perhaps more importantly, what she would look like naked in his bed, tied up. It was only brief, before he suppressed it again, one day, perhaps, but not tonight. For now he was content with her company, he had longed for it.

Enigma_x · Dec 17, 2016

Mark wasn’t wrong with his assumption, she had definitely needed a change in company, as was often the case when she was working. It was hard to find clients she truly wanted to spend time with. A warm, rosy swell dominated the curve of her cheekbones as she heard his rather warm compliment. It wasn’t so much what he said, but the way in which he said it. Mark had a voice unlike men she knew. There was something so firm about it, making the compliment mean far more than something that may simply slip off the tongue. He spoke with conviction, he knew exactly what he intended to say, and he said it. In Kate’s experience, most men spoke without thinking, simply because it was the right or nice thing to say. Not Mark.

It almost felt as if his gaze was seeping right into her own, leaving her alone in this large room with the man before her; the world only held them in this very moment, together. “I’m more concerned about work,” She purred softly, the velvet tone of her voice deepening as she held his gaze. “You work too much,” Her darker brows creased slightly with a hint of concern she’d rather have kept hidden. As she worked as an escort, having a significant other was not part of her plan. Things would be far more complex. At least now, she didn’t have to mix business and pleasure. But with Mark? Well, that clearly wasn’t the case. Not that she was going to change that. They both deserved a night of fun, right? Mark clearly worked hard, and Kate was desperate to finally let loose with someone she genuinely wanted to get to know.

A soft, playful laugh hummed a soft harmonic tune as she gazed up toward Mark, “Well, you aren’t wrong there. I can think of many reasons she left.” Her trail of thought was distracted as she felt the his body shift, leaning in close enough that Kate could feel the warmth ebbing from his form. Kate’s red tinted lips pursed in tension as she heard his words, the warmth of his whisper circling her ears and the soft, tender skin of her throat. The woman almost forgot they were moving, her lashes drifting down ever so slightly at the hint of his sultry tone. The confidence he had seeping from his form was enough to make her knees feel slightly weak. Kate was all too used to dictating the rules, never had she witnessed a man so confident of himself around her. That could be since her work was a mix of personal insecurities in her clients.

The fact that Mark lingered so close only caused the female to follow a trail of thought that wasn’t ideal. First of all, she had been wanting to rip open his shirt from the moment she saw him. Was his body exactly what she thought it was? Kate was all too keen to find out what was beneath his exquisite clothing. The light pressure of warmth against her hand caused the female to focus on the task at hand. “I know just the place, it’s a short walk,” Her tone was clearly somewhat distracted as her gaze finally met his. All she was truly thinking of was taking him home. Although, she was hindered in that thought. Not that she considered him to be judgmental but, she didn’t think it would be impressive to bring him back to her shoe box of an apartment.

Without hesitation, Kate slipped her arm around his own, linking her delicate, soft digits between his own before she turned promptly on her heel and began to lead her date for the evening toward the exit. Her movement was elegant, each step was confident and taken without a care in the world. “Please tell me these evenings are as boring as they seem, it can’t just be me.” The blonde murmured softly as her form pressed slightly into his side, her free hand coming up to slip her fingers around his forearm, almost as if his body was an anchor she was attaching herself to.

The ’real’ Kate was someone she often put on the side, simply because her job called for someone of higher class than she’d been brought up in. It was almost as if she was testing Mark. She was taking him to a burger truck. It was one of the best places she’d bought food from. It looked shabby, but it was homemade, well cooked food. The woman breezed out into the fresh, cool air. A warm smile graced her lips as she felt the slight breeze curl around her form, her dress fluttering slightly in the wind. “You know, if I hadn’t been working tonight I’d be on the couch, in sweat pants and a tank top watching a soppy chick flick with a tub of mint chocolate chip. Are you sure you want to progress with this… Well, dinner date?” Her thick, dark lashes fluttered down as a rather mischievous grin took hold of her lips.

Once they’d walked a few blocks the woman nodded toward the small grey truck, parked close to the edge of the street. “It doesn’t look like much but it certainly tastes good.” With that, she didn’t wait for his confirmation before leading on, her grip on his arm loosening as she began to rummage in her purse for several notes. “Once we get some food, how about we go eat by that fountain? Oh and don't you dare pull out your wallet, I'm buying. I know how you gentlemen are, and if you try it I will kick off my heels and floor you.” The female allowed a menacing smile to curve over her lips as she glanced up toward Mark, "Am I clear?"

Niksis · Dec 17, 2016

It was an odd feeling, having her take the lead. Mark had always been the one in control, always been the one dictating the direction of, well, everything. When he was dating, those few times he did decide to try, they had eaten where he had said they would, they would stay for as long as he'd allow and move on to wherever he wanted to go. They'd talk of subjects he'd bring up, always in control. Some might see it as a flaw and it might very well be one. To Mark though, it was a strength. He knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to reach for it. Just as Kate had assumed, Mark was a man who, when he spoke, chose his words very carefully. Some of the people in Mark's life first viewed him as arrogant, uncaring and cold even. And perhaps, even this had been true to some extent. However now, they viewed him as calculating. Always thinking five steps ahead, his mind always on the repercussions of his words and actions.

Yet now, for the first time in a long time, he had found someone seemingly just like him. Kate, at first had seemed like 'just another beautiful woman', but that image quickly changed in his minds eye. She seemed far more confident than she first appeared and perhaps that was what intrigued him, what made her just not another woman. "These things are only as boring as the present company allows." His larger digits squeezing ever so slightly against her own as he entertained the idea of having her take the lead, for now.

The thought of inviting her back to his place had crossed his mind. But he had not pursued this idea, partly out of fear, and partly out of respect. Fear that she might not accept Mark for who he really was. He had always been fascinated by the darker sides of intimacy. A place where his need for control and dominance could take form. And respect, well, he wasn't one to take advantage of a situation, never had been.

"So, how much of this is Kate and how much of it is purely occupational professionalism." Mark asked, unknown to him that he'd soon find the answer to that very question. He always had the feeling that she was putting on a show, that she was just acting. Sure, it was part of her job as an escort, at least, in his mind. But he was curious, he found himself wanting to know the real Kate.

And there it was, the answer to his question. He had never expected her to take him to such a... mundane eating place? She seemed far more sophisticated than that and the revelation made Mark laugh audibly. He had never been one for fast food, or junk food. Always living the healthy life, always cooking with fresh, organic ingredients. Though he did not judge, if that was what Kate loved, then that was what Kate loved and he'd humor her, for once. "We're on a date?" Mark smirked at that, despite all she had said, that was what he chose to respond to. "I thought your rules forbid such a thing with a client?"

As expected, Mark was already reaching for his wallet when Kate gave her threat of violence. The thought of her paying for him made him cringe slightly, a blow to his masculinity. What sort of man would allow his date to pay for the food? Not a real man, that's who. It took him great effort to not protest and even more effort to try and hide his discomfort. He was old-school when it came to such things. The man holds the door, pulls out the chair and pays for the food. Such where the way of things to him.

So it was with a hint of discomfort Mark responded "Only this once then." intentionally or not, it had come out as an order, he would not argue the point for there were none. He would allow her to pay for food this once, and never again. But only because he allowed her to pay of course, not because she forced the situation. At least, that was the explanation he told himself as he silently walked up to the truck and ordered the cheapest, and least sloppy burger he could find on the menu. Which wasn't really all that different from the rest, but at least he tried to remain healthy.

"Never pictured you as a burger girl." It was a statement more than a question, but he voiced it regardless. In his many dreams, he had pictured her as everything from a Vegetarian to a Sushi girl and all the way to some organic, heath freak like himself. Never, not even in the filthiest of dreams, did he imagine her being so... Normal? As to crave a burger. Not that there was anything wrong with it, quite the contrary, it was just such a stark contrast to what he had expected. Caught in his own thoughts, he barely noticed himself slipping one arm around his dinner date allowing the warmth of his firm hands to spread through the fabric of her dress and unto her waist as he began to gently caress her with his thumb.

When their food finally arrived, Mark reached for the plastic bag with his free hand and began to walk towards the fountain. "What'd you get?" he asks, leaning over to try and peak into her box as she opens it while at the same time opening his own box. Having ordered the most plain sounding, and looking, burger that there was in an attempt to find some sort of middle ground between what she wanted, and what he wants.

Enigma_x · Dec 17, 2016

“I guess fifty fifty, just a little more professional.” The blonde hadn’t even realised her slip of words. She’d tried to find something more fitting but in reality she’d let far more slip than she’d intended. “Technically, you’re not my client. You hired me once, so if anything… you’re just a previous client.” A hint of a smile played at her lips as she spoke, her gaze slightly shifting from his. It was clear that she made him uncomfortable by paying for them, which was amusing for her. It also confirmed her idea of Mark being a gentleman in most regards. Even though he was permitting her to pay, it still sounded as a command, as if he were in charge. Now that was interesting, Kate wondered if he ever gave up control.

Soon enough, her mind was distracted by his question. “Well, sometimes. I have to give myself a reason to go the gym, after all.” A cocky smile crossed her lips as she gazed up toward Mark, “Otherwise I’m eating oysters with champagne.” Of course, she was kidding, which only broadened her smirk and the glint of playfulness in her deep blue hues. It was when his arm began to slip around her that the smile turned into something far more…. Sincere. Even a swell of pink began to sweep over her cheeks, it wasn’t usual for her to blush, less so considering it wasn’t that intimate of a touch. Yet, the warmth of his hand and light brushing of his thumb against the lace material concealing her soft flesh seemed to warm her whole body.

“The best one on the menu. Jalapeno, a mix of salad and, of course, cheese.” The female promptly sat down on the the bench opposite the fountain. The soft water trickling down the feature was incredibly relaxing. Once she’d popped open the box, she swiftly assembled the burger and dug in. Thankfully, as she ate, no sauce seemed to drop on her chin or dress, which would have been incredibly humiliating. In haste, she dumped the packaging and eased back against the support of the bench, pressing her shoulder against Mark’s. “So, I know you don’t like women paying for you, what else do I need to learn?” her tone was soft as her head tilted up toward her date, a hint of seriousness in her tone. Genuinely, she wanted to learn more. It wasn’t a rouse, nor a question to pass time.

“So, now that you’ve seen my rather secret occasional habit, how about you tell me something about the real Mark?” It had crossed her mind that clients wouldn’t express fully who they were, and she felt that Mark seemed somewhat reserved. He was handsome, incredibly so, and he was funny, charming. There felt like there was something lingering beneath the surface. “If you tell me you like long walks on the beach and trips to the Opera then we may have an issue.” Again, that taunting smile graced her lips as she refused to break eye contact this time. There was just something about him. “Tell me, I’m rather curious, does a gentleman prefer the top or bottom?” A part of her just couldn’t resist asking such a thing.

Niksis · Dec 17, 2016

As they both finished their evening snacks, one of them faster than the other, Mark took off his jacket and wrapped it around the lithe, beautiful form sitting next to him. "Here, don't want you to catch a cold." It was cheesy and cliché, he knew yet didn't care. In today's time and age, the image of the ideal gentleman has become the target of ridicule and jokes, the idea of a man taking care of his partner, his mate as it were, was absurd and rare. To Mark it wasn't about degrading the woman or making her appear below him, not at all. It had just been how Mark had been raised, in his mind, in an ideal world, the man provides for the woman. As simple as is.

The sounds of leaves rustling against the cool evening breeze had mixed with the serene sound of water splashing against water coming from the fountain. It almost drowned out any other sounds coming from the park, the dying sounds of birds chirping their final songs before they too would go to rest for the evening, the sound of joggers finally finding time in their busy schedules for a bit of exercise and the occasional sound of a dog barking. If only for a moment, one might forget that the busy roads of an even busier town was just around the corner.

The cool breeze brushed against the white fabric of Mark's shirt, the only piece of fabric covering his hardened form. Well, that and the red velvet tie expertly tied around his neck was all he wore as Mark gently pressed the female form against his own "It's not so much just that I don't like women paying for things, it's more that I'm old fashioned, I guess. To me, the thing that makes a man, a man, is his ability to provide for his woman." as with all things, Mark picked his words carefully before speaking, he knew very well that he had just referred to Kate as his woman and in the current situation, she sort of was, temporarily.

"As for what you need to learn? Ask and I'll teach you all you'd ever wanted to know." Mark said, his words oozing with it's usual confidence and authority. Kate might have worded it as a joke, or to be mischievous, regardless Mark answered without showing a single emotion.

The serious mood was disturbed by Kate's joke about walking on the beach and going to the opera, it made Mark chuckle, how would he ever manage to explain to her that he, in fact, do enjoy walks on the beach and going to the opera? At this point it would just be awkward, so for now, that would be his little dirty secret. Instead he allowed himself to lean ever so slightly against her as the silence was broken once more "A true gentleman doesn't speak of such things." he teased before breaking eye contact once again.

Leaning in towards her slowly, stopping inches from the nape of her neck as the warm air of his breath gently brushed against her bare skin there, he spoke in a barely audible whisper "Ask nicely and I might show you." as he whispered this, Mark moved to stand from the bench they were sitting on.

It was a gamble, he knew, he had walked into the casino and put everything on red, hoping for a payout. In this game, the payout was massive, Kate was the price, a priceless price and Mark was willing to bet it all for it. Despite all of this, he was confident in himself, Mark always was, but now even more so. He hoped that her curiosity and perhaps, attraction would make her seek out more. Though at the same time, he risked loosing it all, a risk he was willing to make.

Enigma_x · Dec 17, 2016

Kate listened intently to what Mark had to say, it seemed he did just have a rather old worldly view on things. Kate had never really had the chance to be spoiled, or so it felt like, by a man like Mark. Sure, she was hired for events but it wasn’t the same. A woman knew when the kindness and good manners were for her benefit or merely the situation. It was something she hadn’t expected to enjoy as much as she currently was. It made her feel… special. The ambience of the night only enhanced the feeling of being special in Mark’s eyes. It was a welcomed feeling; for once, she could finally embrace and enjoy the feeling of a man desiring her, as it was mutual. It was only a few seconds after that she noted his choice of words, his woman, in particular.

A soft, warm hum of a laugh escaped her lips as she noted Mark’s willingness to teach her, and of course his serious tone. “Oh really?” Her hues glistened with excitement as she eased into the blazer that had been slipped across her shoulders. The scent of his cologne was all too alluring, not to mention the shape of his body without anything to conceal it. He was definitely hiding something rather appealing underneath that white shirt. “Of course, no offence if you do but, I’m just not a very classy girl, really.” A wicked smirk crossed her lips. “I think you’ll find I’m even less polite when I’m wearing less.” As he leaned into her somewhat, the female embraced the warmth from him. Kate was almost tempted to slip her hand onto his thigh, but she corrected that thought immediately.

A shudder of heat raced through her body as he leaned in again, the trick he’d used before worked as well as it could have. It sent her heart racing, her mind reeling with ideas. “And how would one ask nicely?” The female noticed the warmth at her side fade as Mark rose, clearly he was thinking along the same lines. It didn’t take much, so clearly it was rather mutual. It wasn’t a good idea, not at all. But what if it was just one night? Just some fun? It’d been some time since she’d been with someone, didn’t she deserve a little relief?

Kate stood, allowing her dress to neaten before she slipped her hand around Mark’s arm, her gaze already fixated on his tie. It was a nice tie, and she was finding herself imagining pulling him to bed with that very piece of material. Slowly, she pressed her form up against his, confirming their height difference as she gazed up toward him, her lips threatening close to his neck. “You’ve already been my knight in shining armor tonight, so you can imagine how curious I am about what a knight is like in the sheets, after all, I’ve never been with a man so… considerate before. I expect the foreplay will be amazing.” The female couldn’t help but offer a rather devious smirk as she stepped back slightly. She may have been teasing him but her words were honest.

“It better not be far, or I’m going to start unzipping my dress right here.” Her words were a mere whisper between them as she indicated for him to show her the way. One night couldn’t be harmful, could it?

Niksis · Dec 17, 2016

Kate's comment about not being classy caused a smirk to form on Mark's lips. Even a blind man could figure that one out, based solely on how hungrily she had devoured her burger just moments before. Not that he minded it at all, but it did amuse him regardless. "We'll just have to correct that then." he said matter-of-factly as he began to lead them both towards where his car was parked.

As they neared the overly expensive car he had opted to drive in that night, Mark moved to hold the door for Kate. As interesting as it might be to watch her undress in the middle of the park, Mark had something else planned for the night as images of her naked had flooded his mind over and over again, to the point of nearly spilling over. And he was so close to finally getting the answer he craved, she wasn't even trying to be covert about her intentions and it amused Mark. All of his expectations about what sort of person Kate was when not at work had been shattered in only a few hours. Gone was the sophisticated, high-nosed woman that he had expected from their brief encounter, replaced by a down-to-earth, regular woman who's not afraid to speak her mind and seems to really not care too much what people think of her. In many ways, they were alike, however Mark had the feeling that they were completely different in just as many other ways.

"I'll promise you one thing, Kate. If nothing else, tonight will be something you'll never forget." It had been the only words he had spoken during their drive to where he lived. The drive itself seemed to have taken an eternity, though in reality it had been little more than fifteen minutes, give or take. Luckily the traffic had been on the light side that night.

As they drove into the driveway of his semi-secluded house, though to be fair, it was more like a small mansion for one than what most people would consider a house but that's neither here nor there, Mark reached over and gently pressed his lips against her neck as a hand began to wander up the inside of her thigh, pushing the laced fabric of her rental dress further up her leg as he did so. "Welcome, to my home." Mark said softly before landing a single kiss on her neck, followed by another one shortly after as his hand continued to gently caress against her exposed skin underneath.

Enigma_x · Dec 17, 2016

The woman was led toward a rather sleek car, it looked like it cost more than she’d made in her career. As the door was opened for her, Kate slipped into the car with a surprising amount of grace. “That, I’m positive of,” The female chuckled softly as Mark settled into the car. The drive was somewhat unexpected, silent, but relaxed. It wasn’t awkward, or uncomfortable for that matter. Kate was simply enjoying the feeling of the expensive cushioned seats. “This is a beautiful car, really.” Her tone was a soft purr almost as her gaze swept over his body. A man behind the wheel of a very nice car and dressed as he was, it was extremely attractive. The only thing that could’ve made it better was if she could snag a few buttons open to give her something more… erotic to stare at.

The moment they pulled up to his home, Kate almost stared in awe. Despite the darkness of the landscape, she could see the well-formed exterior of the house. It was enormous. Before she could hop out, she noticed Mark leaning toward her. The warmth of his lips pressing against the tender skin of her neck sent a fuel of warmth blossoming within her abdomen, causing it to clench with need. “Shouldn’t we go in first?” Her breath was ever so slightly ragged, clearly displaying her arousal. The way his hand slid up along her thigh caused a soft groan of need to slip from her pursed lips.

For some reason, Kate wasn’t her usual self in the way that she would usually take control. She wasn’t sure if it was the way in which Mark approached her or the fact that she enjoyed seeing what he was going to do. Either way, she was enjoying every minute of it. Slowly, the female began to slide her dress up along her thighs, revealing a clearly toned body. Gently, she began to edge his hands from her body, shifting in her seat as she slipped herself onto his lap, easing her back against the wheel as she gazed toward him. “How close are the nearest neighbours?” A wicked smile took a hold of her lips as she began to dip down toward him. In moments her warm, soft lips began to trail tender kisses along his neck, just below his ear. Of course, she was mimicking his own behaviour.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t try and wine me up first, you know, in front of a large fireplace. I always imagined that’s what goes on in houses like this.” Her words were in a playful tone as she pressed her body down against his own, her rear resting above his groin as she began to slip off his jacket, revealing her ample mounds further. The lace dress concealed them well, only a hint of soft flesh above the bodice. “And yes, I’m wearing underwear.” Another devilish smirk. No doubt he’d wondered with how forward she’d been.

Niksis · Dec 18, 2016

A soft groan of pleasure escaped the larger form as he felt the warmth of her breath caress at his hardened skin, it had been a while since he had been with a woman in a more personal and intimate way. And Mark had every intention on making the most of whatever the night might bring, if only to sate his own curiosity and satisfaction. Luckily for them both, the car was rather spacious which allowed the female to easily shift and move around as she saw fit, even despite his own larger stature.

As he felt the warmth of her naked skin press against him as Kate slid over to sit on his lap, Mark sighed. As much as he wanted to take her right there and then, it was not what he had planned, not what he truly wanted. Though he did entertain her need to kiss him for a bit before a hand grasped around the back of her neck. Not forcefully neither painfully, but it squeezed just hard enough to show dominance, to show that he was physically in control, at least temporarily. "Not here." his tone wasn't hard, nor cold. But it left little to question, he would not allow it, he had only wanted to tease her, to gauge her attraction to him, and judging from how quickly she had shifted to sit in his lap, his odds had been good.

Mark had every intention of exploring every inch of Kate's beautiful body. Nothing would be left to the imagination once he was done, her every secret laid bare when he was done, but he was going to take his time. So with a firm grip, his free hand wrapped around her waist and pressed her against him. It wasn't easy, but eventually Mark had managed to open the door and slipped out of the car, carrying Kate the whole way. "The nights still young." Mark said teasingly at Kate's remark about being wined up in front of a fireplace. It had crossed his mind, but when you feel the warmth of a sexy woman sitting in your lap, even the most hardened monk can lose control of himself for a moment. It had happened to Mark, he was many things, perfect was not one of them.

As he carried her female form through the courtyard towards the two story house, past the large fountain ornament taking the center stage of the courtyard, the pair eventually reached the large wooden double doors leading inside. With a bit of effort, since both his hands were preoccupied, he managed to open the doors as he took Kate inside.

Inside, the house was even more luxurious and ornate than outside, the walls covered with neatly decorated and large paintings spread out across the rooms. "And there's my fireplace. Where I bring young women before wining them up and taking advantage of them." his tone was teasing, mischievous though it did have a hint of truth to it as well, it had been where he would bring his dates before things evolved. However Kate wasn't just another quick lay in Mark's mind. She was special and deserved special treatment as a result. She had asked to know more about the real Mark and for better or worse, he was going to show her a glimpse of what that's like.

Making their way over towards one of the large couches spread around the already lit fireplace, Mark leaned down on the soft fabric with Kate still firmly held against him and a firm hand still gripping around the back of her neck. Answering yet another of her questions, Mark made sure he was laying on top as he resumed the gentle nibbling at her neck and down her collarbone. Allowing his warm breath to travel down her exposed skin as Mark undid his tie and slowly began to tie the soft, red velvet around Kate's eyes as his kissing moved back up her neck and jaw, unto her cheek yet stopping just as he lands a kiss at the very corner of her lips. She had not earned the right to be kissed on the lips yet, at least not in his mind. To be kissed by Mark is a gift, a reward.

Enigma_x · Dec 18, 2016

It was when she felt the pressure of a hand around the back of her neck that Kate noticed this wasn’t what Mark wanted, well, in his words, not there. Of course, she couldn’t blame him, and she did wonder exactly what his bedroom would look like. It was a difficult thing to imagine, if it was sleek and modern or if it held an element of older times such as a wooden bed frame. Considering the way his fingers applied a hint of pressure to enforce his words, Kate began to wonder what else he liked control with. He felt he needed to pay, and a similar tone had emerged. It wasn’t hard, nor angry. It was simply controlled and clear. Kate couldn’t deny that it provided a rush within her body that she’d been missing for a long, long time. True excitement.

A subtle moan of need escaped her lips as she felt a strong, supportive arm slip around her waist, pulling her soft, supple body against the strength of his own. A playful chuckle ebbed from her as she felt Mark lift her out of the car and begin to carry her toward his home. “Something tells me we’ll need all the time we can get.” Her tone was somewhat playful, but there was a hint of honesty behind her words. The woman wasn’t one for a swift, mindless rampage that left them both mildly satisfied. No, she enjoyed every minute. And with someone like Mark, she had a feeling that wasn’t simply going to be an hour or two, it was going to be much longer.

As he carried her inside of the lavish home, after a slight tour of the grounds, the woman was in awe. It was something like she’d expected in the ways of art, but not in décor. A soft, warm hum of laughter escaped her lips as she noticed a fireplace, the subtle crackle of wood echoing through the room. “Oh really? Something tells me you didn’t really need the fireplace.” Of course, she was hinting that women didn’t care about the scenery when they had someone like Mark before them. Most women she knew would kill to have a night with him. The charming, handsome, seemingly single businessman. For Kate, though, there was so much more to it.

A warm purr of approval vibrated from within her as she felt their bodies drift down into the soft, welcoming fabric of the couch. She was even more delighted to feel that his grip on the back of her neck remained. “So on top then,” Her voice was a mere whisper, especially as she felt the warmth of his lips across her soft, exposed flesh. Although, when he halted to remove his tie, the female couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing when he didn’t discard it. A slow, devious smile took hold of her lips as she watched him draw in, her vision darkening as the slip of material blocked her sight.

As his lips began to travel up along her neck and along her jaw, a soft groan of need escaped her once more. The feeling of his warm, soft lips against her skin was enough to bring a starving hunger within her. So much so that her hands began to reach out until they reached his shirt. Without hesitation her fingers began to brush along the material, finding the buttons she sought. In moments she began to open them, her warm, soft fingers brushing the material aside as they sought out the flesh of his chest. Delicately, she began to press along his chest, feeling every hint of muscle. He was exactly what she’d imagined; perfect.

Slowly, she began to ease herself up on her elbows, her lips dipping down to press warmly against his collarbone. In moments, she drifted them down along his chest, lovingly tending to every inch of his well formed pectorals. There had been several thoughts to dip down toward his belt, yet her hands remained exploring his form. Remembering his hold on her and the way in which he’d announced he didn’t want to begin in the car, Kate simply eased back down against the couch. It was incredibly hard to gauge his reactions without sight, but it certainly rose her heart rate. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” A hint of a smirk crossed her lips. “I’m all yours. Do whatever you please.” It was something she’d never dared to say, but something, strangely, she felt she wanted to give to him. A submission, something she felt he desired.

Niksis · Dec 18, 2016

Once the front door had been closed, the crackling from the fireplace echoed through the living room as the only other sound filling the room aside from the pairs needy moans and soft sighs. It was a huge turn on for Mark, to hear, see and feel the effect he had on women, almost as if it confirmed his control over them. Every shiver and moan he caused, send a rush down his spine, and below his belt. Like a kid needing affirmation from his parents, Mark wanted, no, needed to hear his effects on his partners. It was as important as the act itself. "I hope you don't have any plans tomorrow." He said calmly in between his teasing nibbling as he made his way over to one ear, hovering inches away before whispering for the third time that night "You will be late."

He had every intention of dragging it out, every intention of giving not just himself, but her an evening she would never forget. Not being one for a quick romp himself, those had it's places, sure. But not with someone so... special. So when the female became a bit too eager he wrapped his large hand around her wrists and moved her hands away. He had entertained her need to touch him for a bit, allowed her to undo his shirt and feel his marble like form underneath. But for now, that was all he'd allow, she'd have ample opportunity to both see and touch him later. Instead, he used the grip at her wrists to guide her hands above her, keeping them well away from whatever mischievous touching they had planned.

To have a woman like Kate underneath him, in the way that she was, was something most men would give their right arm to have happen. Mark had seen glimpses of the real Kate and was eager to see more. But not tonight, tonight he wanted to see the intimate side of Kate, he wanted to see what made her squirm and moan, what she liked and didn't. So when she gave him permission to do whatever pleased him, a soft yet brief chuckle escaped the male "Oh, I intent to." Yet despite the chuckle, it pleased him in ways no one would ever understand to hear such words come from her lips. To Mark, submission, true submission was not something one could just take, it had to be given. His need for control could only take things so far, she would need to be willing to let go of whatever control she had for it to truly work. And there it was, verbal permission.

Taking a deep breath, allowing her warm scent to fill his lungs entirely, Mark made his way further down. His lips hovering just inches from the laced fabric preventing him from seeing Kate in all of her natural beauty, something he'd soon remedy. Teasingly, he allowed his breath to caress her skin as Mark made his wan down her neck, unto her chest before circling her soft, fleshy mounds. Allowing the tip of his nose to just barely brush against where her nipples would be before continuing. "I wonder what you're hiding underneath, Kate." His tone soft and teasing "And what it might taste like" just as he spoke his last sentence, Mark bit down on one of her nipples just hard enough for her to feel it, and perhaps leave a temporary mark for a short while before continuing down her body once more. Kissing and suckling his was down the flat of her belly and unto one of her thighs.

Mark made sure everything happened slowly, perhaps too slowly for someone seemingly so eager. He wanted to draw out the experience, to make sure every single kiss and every single touch was felt and absorbed completely. He had robbed her of one of her senses when he had blinded her with his tie, something he'd use to his advantage as he abused all of her other senses. "Mm, I've been thinking of this moment since I first laid my eyes on you, Kate." The whole experience was something he'd not soon forget, if ever. She had been perfect, more so than he had thought possible. Kate was beautiful, there was no questioning that. She was funny, easygoing and seemingly smart. Everything a sane man would look for in a girl. Right there, if only for a moment, Mark entertained the idea of there being a tomorrow with her, and perhaps a day after that. But it was repressed soon after, instead of wondering what tomorrow might bring, he remained in the moment, taking in the beautiful form underneath him, a form that was his tonight.

Enigma_x · Dec 18, 2016

The mere hint of that same confident tone vibrating so close to her ear almost made the female squeal. “That depends how well you do,” The female murmured softly, almost breathlessly as she gave in to the feeling of warm lips nibbling along her flesh. A soft, playful huff escaped her lips as she felt her hands being secured behind her head, preventing them from wandering over his form any more. Kate was about to reprimand Mark for taking away her fun, but she had a feeling it would be in her best interest to focus solely and what he was doing. Not to mention she was already enjoying the feeling of a taller, stronger man above her somewhat restraining her. It was a sharp contrast to what she’d felt before, most of the time she was the one doing the work. He simply knew how to touch her, Kate wasn’t sure how long it’d be before she began begging him to ravage her.

Even the chuckle that emerged from within him had the female desperate for more. The words he chose, it was all devilishly delicious. As his breath snaked over her skin, the female offered a soft plea in the form of a whimper, he was taunting her and he knew it. Once she felt the slight pressure of his nose down onto one of her soft, ample peaks the female bit down on her lower lip, her fingers tensing through his taunting words. “Why don’t you undress me and find out?” Her words were a mere whisper as she spoke. The surprise of the nip on one of her nipples caused a cry of pleasure to escape her lips. Her breath was haltered with each of his kisses, which was clearly displayed by the limited rise and fall of her stomach as his lips trailed down onto one of her thighs.

“I can’t say I haven’t been thinking of the same,” It was bizarre not to be looking at someone as she spoke, especially when it was something so intimate. Yet, Kate embraced it. “When we said goodbye I wanted to kiss you, most of the night I just wanted to see exactly what was under your suit.” The female chuckled softly, her legs already beginning to part, slipping her thighs up along Mark’s hips, her legs clamping slightly around him. As her legs shifted, she began to slip her form down slightly, causing her dress to rise up, exposing a black floral lace thong. “But it wouldn’t be very fair if I don’t give you something in return.” A warm smile graced her lips for a moment before she returned to biting gently down on her lower lip, anticipating his next move.

Mark was someone she craved; it wasn’t just the way he looked but exactly how he was acting in this moment. Unlike what people may think, Kate hadn’t had much sexual experience. It was the usual of a nice boyfriend, lowering her defenses and giving in to urges. Only twice had she actually found someone for a one night stand, and then it was rather disappointing. She couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just going to be another thrill.

Niksis · Dec 18, 2016

Though she might not have been able to see it, a smile formed on Mark's lips as he finally got the answer to a question posed in his mind earlier that night, what exactly would a girl like Kate wear beneath her dress. The answer did not disappoint in the slightest. On the contrary, it only served to add to the excitement quickly building inside of him. An excitement he had not felt in quite a while. "Don't worry, you're giving far more in return than you could possibly imagine." Mark said as his gaze found the black fabric covering her most private area. Now a new question formed in his mind, curiosity building swiftly as he wondered just what he'd find beneath that new barrier. Clean shaven perhaps?

Letting go of his firm hold at her hands, Mark shifted and moved as he positioned himself to better facilitate what he was about to do. Slowly, he learned in, hovering inches from the laced fabric as he landed a single kiss on her still covered bud, a taste of what's to come. Then again, and again after that he kissed the outside of her thong, pressing his lips against the floral design of her black thong, kissing and nibbling away at her sensitive little button. "So tell me, Kate. How does it feel, not being in control anymore?" He asked, teasing her further by forcing her to speak while he himself continued to tease away between her warm, soft thighs.

With a trained touch, the male gripped at the edges of the black fabric and began to pull it down, revealing the naked, beautiful flesh hidden underneath with lips still hovering just inches from his prize. Gently, he'd brush his lips against her own down there, tracing the edges of her beautiful flower up and down, over and over again, building anticipation for what lay ahead. And as one hand began to slide up the inside of her dress, caressing the exposed skin of her stomach, the other joined in on the gentle teasing between her legs. Caressing and, at times, tickling away at the soft, warm skin. "You like it, don't you? You didn't know you would, but you do. The feeling of helplessness, the feeling of being at someone else mercy. The feeling of not even being in control of how your body reacts." he asked as he traced the tip of a finger between her warm folds, trying to gauge her excitement, see if it matched his.

Blood was rushing through his own body at the mere thought of where this might go. His large, marble-like form quickly growing in temperature as excitement began to build. She wouldn't know, not yet anyway, but Mark was already hard, ready for the next stage. However tonight was not about him, not directly. Tonight, Mark wanted to show her a good time, to make this night, hers. A special night, as he promised, a night to be remembered. A night, that would hopefully make Kate crave more, much more. That was his plan, anyway, to build an appetite, a need inside of her that only he could fulfill. He wasn't going to make her beg, that was not his way, no. But he was going to make her want more.

Enigma_x · Dec 18, 2016

There was an incredible delight in knowing that she was pleasing Mark without even moving, really. He was the one doing the pleasuring, yet he seemed to find it just as pleasurable watching her beneath him, or so she assumed. Kate kept her body smooth like silk, free of hair and moisturised on a regular basis, meaning her skin was as soft that it could possibly be. It was surprising to her that he released her hands, yet she kept them in place as he began to shift slightly on the couch, which she assumed through feeling movement between her legs. He was clearly upping the stakes, and she was in awe of how much sensitive her body had become to his movements, his warmth; every single moment passing by only extended her excitement.

A soft groan of pleasure escaped her lips the moment she felt his lips press against the lace material, her hips already slightly tiling up in clear agreement of his actions. Her breathing became somewhat halted, a slight inhale of breath as she felt his lips toy with the sensitive bud beneath the black lace. “More pleasurable than I expected,” It was clear that as she was speaking, her voice was almost breaking. It was hard for her to attempt to control her tone while she could feel the warmth from his lips caressing a rather sensitive spot. The female was certain she was going to implode, the pleasure was building so intensely, every mere touch had her body shuddering with need.

An unmonitored whimper of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt the warmth of his lips pressed against her bare skin, the heat that radiated from her clearly hinted her desire. Not to mention the slickness that had already been forming since the car. “I love it,” Her tone was almost pleading as she felt his finger slip into her folds, testing her readiness it seemed. Although, once he’d felt the silk like fluid building within her, she was sure he’d know just how ready she was. Even her abdomen was clenching with need, her tight, restrictive sheath was hot with desire for him to fill every inch of her.

The woman was feeling such bliss that she barely managed to notice the small kisses around her centre, or the hand that had snuck under her dress and onto her stomach. “All you would have had to do was tell me what you wanted to do to me and I would have been all yours.” It had been so long since a man had truly focused on her pleasure without asking for something in return. Mark was giving her so much care, and it didn’t go unnoticed. He was satisfying her needs, and giving her what she so badly craved. It was hard to believe he knew just how to give her that.

“I want more,” The words slipped from her lips without much thought. She wasn’t implying that he should he hurry up, more that he secure his position of authority over her; this was his pacing, after all, and she had a feeling he’d remind her of that.

Niksis · Dec 19, 2016

The crackling sounds of a fireplace, the warm orange glow from the fire within and the bright white glow of the moon outside had made the night a perfect one for romance. It had the potential to be a perfect, albeit rather cliché night with wine in front of the roaring fire and a heartfelt talk with the one you loved. Tonight was none of those, tonight would be remembered as a night of debauchery and pleasure, a night of lewd noises and experiences never to be forgotten. Earlier that night, Kate had asked to know more about who Mark really was, his dirty secret, as it where. Perhaps when the night was replaced by day, she would know him better.

A broad smile formed on Mark's lips as he listened to her struggle. Her excitement and enjoyment as clear to him as day, which only served to add to his own. "Well, miss Harrow. In that case, allow me to inform you of tonights menu, maybe there's something on there that you might like." he said as the smile was replaced by a playful smirk. As ready as she might had been, it would have been too easy to just take advantage of her in the car, or the park, or right here on the couch. It wouldn't have been fun, for him at least. Partly it was a game, to see just how much pleasure he could build before it became too much and she came tumbling down the hill. Then, he'd pull her right back up to the edge once more, and push her over again and again. "First, I'm going to throw you over the back of this here couch, and fuck you until your knees become wobbly and your legs weak." Mark said as he bit down a bit harder at the sensitive little knob.

"Then I'm going to fuck you over there on that table, twice." Choosing his words carefully, he continued though not really pointing out any table in particular. The where, was not important, the fact that he was going to take her several times, was. Verbally saying what he was thinking added to his own excitement exponentially, it took him everything he could muster to not just take off his pants and thrust himself inside of the tight, slick sleeve just before him. "When I'm done there, we'll take a break, perhaps wine you up in front of the fireplace before I fuck you in the kitchen... And the study... And the library... And finally in the bedroom, twice again." As Mark continued to explain what he had planned, his smirk grew wider and wider, threatening to split his lips wide open. The male wasn't being completely open about what he had planned, he wanted the sexually frustrated mind of the woman before him to wonder, perhaps picture in her own minds eye what was going to happen, to wonder what was going to happen next. As he had promised, tonight would be long and not soon forgotten.

As he learned away from the eager woman on the couch, Mark grasped at the laced thong and began to slowly pull it down her soft, glistening legs. Finally exposing her nakedness fully, a sight he would burn to memory for all eternity, a sight any man would kill for. She was perfect. Though seeing just how tight she was, he did wonder if she would be able to accommodate his growing thickness when the time came. It had become quite evident from the rather large bulge forming in his tight dress pants, a bulge pressing against the females smooth legs as he shifted around some, that his own excitement easily matched hers.

"Have anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" It was a rhetoric question, of course she knew. But even now Mark wasn't truly able to comprehend just how lucky he had been to have met her that one time. Where she was now, had not been luck. That was just Mark's natural charms and good looks. But it had been nothing but luck when he had hired her that fateful evening. An evening that changed him.

Enigma_x · Dec 19, 2016

The atmosphere was perfect; anyone could have seen that. The warmth ebbing from the crackling fire, the soft couch that cradled two rather attractive forms. Kate missed her sight to some degree, she wanted to see the pleasure on his face, she wanted to know that Mark thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing to her. Fortunately, she could still hear the slight pitch changes in his tone, indicating that he was smiling or grinning. As his voice began, the female almost stilled to listen to his awfully alluring words. A cry of pleasure escaped her throat the moment she felt the pressure of his teeth against her flesh; his words along with his actions were making it incredibly hard to contain herself. It was clear by the sheer amount of slick fluid that began to build up inside her, somewhat trickling out as he spoke. The mere hint of such a ravaging was too much to ignore.

As her mind was reeling from his words, the female felt a tug on her lace underwear. Her slender, soft legs delicately bent as he began to draw the lace garment from them. A soft groan of anticipation left her in a breathless manner as she felt the large bulge press against one of her thighs. Clearly, the mere brush of his hardened flesh caused a great need to swell within her, Kate slowly began to brush her thigh along his groin, tauntingly rubbing against the bulge of his pants. From what she could feel, he was… Far bigger than any other men she’d slept with. He was certainly blessed with more than charm and good looks. There was even a hint of concern that she may struggle; thankfully, Kate didn’t shy away from a challenge, or a bit of pain.

Despite the blindfold, Kate still felt incredibly safe with him, and she wasn’t sure why. There was just… Something about him that put her at ease. Usually, she’d get to know people or take them back to her place. She’d never just met someone twice and gone to their place, where she had no idea how to escape, should she need to. Yet, it hadn’t even crossed her mind that something could go wrong. It was important to note since she never truly felt as relaxed and aroused than she did now. Nobody had ever treated her with such respect, especially not when it came to sex. This was the opposite to anything she’d experienced, and she was thoroughly enjoying it; this was something she could get used to.

The question he asked sent a warm blush to consume her cheeks, a soft smile gracing her red tinted lips as she shook her head slightly. She knew it wasn’t intended to be answered, but she couldn’t help it. “I can certainly say I like the sound of the menu, although, I may have to rest between courses. Especially if you’re as big as I felt.” Her smile continued to grow as she began to raise herself up on her elbows before leaning onto her knees. Thankfully, she was swift enough not to be stopped, yet. Her hands immediately reached out to grip along her dress, hooking it between her fingers before she began to tug it upward, her body revealing itself as she cast the material aside.

Ample, soft mounds were risen up in a black bra, cupped and on display. Thankfully, her blindfold was still in place. Yet, she was curious to see his reaction. There was one minor imperfection that displayed itself once she was almost naked. A small scar trailed from below her collar bone, toward the inner side of her right breast. It was a fairly well healed scar, hinting she’d had medical treatment. Yet, the other side of her chest was clear. It wasn’t plastic surgery, that was for sure. Kate just hoped it wasn’t light enough for him to see the mark. It was something she wished would disappear, as well as the memory of how it came to be.

Slowly, her hands began to slide down his abdomen and finally found their destination. Her fingers toyed with his belt, loosening it as one hand slid down to cup her fingers around his bulge. Now she was simply curious as to how large he was. It was to go without saying that she wanted to taste him, to feel his size and girth. She did wonder if he’d stop her, or if he’d allow her to go as far as she pleased. Maybe it was all just a test.

Niksis · Dec 19, 2016

It pleased the large form to know just how eager his partner was for him to be inside of her, it was... refreshing even. Though for a moment he did wonder what sort of woman Kate really was, maybe she just played the innocent while in fact being an even bigger sexual deviant than Mark. The thought, at least, amused him. To say he didn't mirror her eagerness and desire, would be a lie. And as much as he genuinely wanted to just thrust himself as deep as he physically could and perhaps even deeper than that. The rich businessman contained himself, so much so, that when the young woman's hands began to roam once more, he had been forced to take hold of them yet again, and move them aside with a firm "No. Not yet." his tone similar to that of a scolding parent.

He would not permit her to feel his large girth just yet, at least not more than just a quick touch, a taste of what to expect. He would take her, hard. But not yet, not if he had his way. Instead, Mark pressed the palm of one of his large hands against her exposed sex, cupping her fully. The feeling of her leaking moistness coating his hand, though he didn't mind one bit. "You will rest, when I allow it and not before." Mark's tone wasn't threatening nor menacing. Just firm, the sort of tone that left little to be argued against, try as one might.

Slowly, one of his thick fingers began to press against the females moist folds, parting them just enough to allow him entry into her warm depths. The feeling of her wetness coating him caused a pleasure filled sigh to leave the large figure. Soon, he'd feel her tightness envelop him, but not yet. Instead, his free hand traveled up her back, brushing and caressing affectionately against her naked skin while working the knot that kept his tie in place around her eyes, he had other plans of the red velvet.

"I'm going to slowly remove your blindfold, Kate. I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you." Again his voice had been carefully chosen, not to be vulgar or crass, but it was the best word to describe what he was going to do. Some other time perhaps, she'd feel his loving and tender touch as they made love. Another day, perhaps, she'd feel his attentive caress as they had passionate sex. But not tonight, she had asked who he was, this was the person Mark was. A man who knew exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it and when. And more importantly, wasn't afraid to take it when it presented itself.

With a deft snap of his fingers, the red velvet slid down the womans face before resting idly around her neck. "Using only one hand, and without looking, I want you to unbuckle my belt fully and retrieve what you so desperately crave." Mark ordered as the finger resting deep inside of her warm, wet softness slowly slid back out of her again, leaving room for something much thicker and much longer to replace it shortly.

Enigma_x · Dec 19, 2016

It seemed that he wasn’t for allowing her to do as she pleased. A slow, playful smirk crossed her lips as she heard his commanding tone, his grip on her wrists only caused a warmth of excitement to race through her. Oh how she desired to feel every inch of him inside her, thriving and thrusting until they were both broken from such a ravenous affair. His controlling personality was so exciting for Kate; she was almost tempted to do something else to be reprimanded. The feel of a man so much stronger than she was thrilling, but the way he acted? He was causing her to become slick without even touching her. Kate was learning something new about herself; she enjoyed the way she was relieved of control. In her life, everything was placed on her shoulders. Finally, in this moment, she felt as if nothing was hers to control, there was no worry or concern, she was just following his orders.

A soft gasp escaped her as she felt the warmth of his palm radiate against her slick core. He was everything she desired, and more. It felt like she’d finally found someone to satisfy her needs, and that was saying something. “Then you will have to take care of me,” Her voice was tender, almost a soft, playful way of defying his words. As much as she enjoyed his control, she would need to get used to being able to completely accept it. After all, something like that needs more trust. A soft, cry of pleasure ebbed from within her as she felt the warmth of his finger slide into her. Almost immediately, her hips began to rise up toward him, her body clearly approving of his actions. The feeling of his fingers against her back put the woman at ease, enjoying every moment of his touch.

The female didn’t speak when he told her what he was doing, she simply nodded. It was what she desired, to see him, to see the way he looked at her when he finally forced himself within her. No doubt it was going to be a tight fit. Finally, the blindfold slipped down past her eyes, freeing the long dark lashes to sweep up, revealing oceanic blue hues that gazed up toward her new found lover. Once again, she chose to nod as opposed to speaking, trying to obey as much as she could. After all, with promise of a good, thorough loving so close, how could she threaten it? Slowly, one hand pressed against his chest. Her fingers grazed over the muscle of his abdomen, softly caressing before she took hold of his belt. It only took a few moments for her to completely release the buckle.

A breath caught in her throat as she held his gaze. Kate didn’t blink as she began to unbutton his pants, then a swift tug on the zip. Slowly, her teeth pressed down on her lower lip, hard enough to cause the flesh to swell as she refrained from glancing down. A hint of a pout rippled over her lips as he withdrew his finger from within her, all Kate could hope for is that he wouldn’t be outside of her for long. With haste, she tugged down his underwear, her hand immediately reaching up to take hold of the thick, impressive length. A breath held in her throat as she began to slip her fingers along him, inspecting as much as she could. It was definitely going to be a tight fit. “I don’t know if I can take you,” It was an earnest concern, her thick, dark lashes fluttering as she dared to glance down at his erection. It was certainly something she’d never seen before. It was bigger than she thought.

Niksis · Dec 21, 2016

Mark followed her every move carefully, his blue orbs watching Kate closely for any signs of misbehaving, ready to intervene should the female become too eager for something he was not ready to give. "I promise you this, miss Harrow." He said as he reached forward with a hand and swept a few stray strands of hair back behind her ear, gently caressing her cheek as he did. "I will do everything in my power to take care of you." Mark continued as he learned in over the bend over form before him. "You deserve as much." His words had been earnest, though it wasn't love, or was it? He wasn't sure, though all he did know was that Kate had left a whole inside of him when he first met her. And right now that void had been filled with a sensation that was new to him. And Mark disliked it, not being in full control.

It was then, that the warm orange glow of the fireplace was drowned out by a bright white flash coming from outside. It made the alpha male pause, grow absent even as the hands that had once been caressing the beautifule females soft skin paused and simply rested there. Where he was slowly kissing his way across her soft, silky skin, his lips were now resting against it as he counted. 'One, one thousand. Two, one thousand' and there it was, the loud, thunderous boom of what always followed. For those two long seconds, Mark was someplace else, gone was the attentive touch of the control freak, gone was the loving caress of a lover in paradise. Replaced by a scared child. It was hard to tell, just by looking at him. His body instantly dropped in temperature and his breathing became labored as anxiety kicked in. It had always been one of the few things that could throw the otherwise dominant and self-controlled male off. Not the loud noises coming from the thunder, but what always came before the thunder, Lightning.

Determined to not let it ruin the night, Mark took a deep breath, collecting himself. His once resting hand resumed it's affectionate caressing and his lips went back to giving Kate's neck the attention it deserved. Deep down, he hoped, prayed even, that the woman bend over before him had been too occupied with something else to notice his momentary loss of control. However try as he might, the evidence of his absentness was piling up around him as the throbbing length that had given the female pause, had softened a bit, still making it a sight to behold, just more, manageable.

Taking another deep breath, Mark straigthened himself again and placed one hand ontop of hers, grasping it tightly almost as reassurance, though it was hard to tell if it was for her, or himself. "I'm sorry, I.. I need a moment." He said, reaching over with his free hand and rubbed his temples. His voice had lost the almost overpowering amount of authority and control it once held, replaced by a hint of regret of a more timid tone. It was still Mark, no doubt about it. Even to those who only listened and didn't look, could tell it was him. However something was off, the edge had been rounded off some and it showed in his tone.

Enigma_x · Dec 21, 2016

It wasn’t just his charming nature that was so alluring, it was what he seemed to promise with it. The man clearly held her on something of a pedestal, it was blissful. The way he spoke to her, the way he touched her. Kate had never felt so treasured. As he spoke her last name a tingle ran down her spine, every inch of her body was so willing to respond. Kate did notice that the loud crashes outside, voiced by bolts of lightening, had caused her lover to halt in his actions somewhat. The female was soon distracted as he continued to touch her; every focus of her mind turning to what was going to happen, and how much she craved to feel him inside her.

As Kate felt a reassuring touch of his hand atop hers, a warm smile graced her lips. It was clear that something had gotten to him. “Don’t be sorry,” Her voice immediately took a rather tender tone, she could tell he didn’t need her to question him or to push him; this was something that clearly had a big effect on Mark, and from what it seemed, not much could. The blonde placed her other hand on top of his, covering his hand in her own warmth before she settled against his side, sitting on her knees in a rather relaxed manner. “How about I get us some wine. I can find the kitchen. Then you can tell me all about these women you bring to sit before your lovely fire.” As she made her way off the couch, the female bent toward him to press a soft, tender kiss against the temple he had been rubbing before she took her leave.

As promised, she returned with a bottle of red and two glasses. His house was amazing, it looked like anything she may touch would be worth more than her car. Kate swiftly placed the glasses down, along with the bottle. However, she didn’t pour the wine. The woman didn’t want to push Mark, nor did she want to hint that he may need alcohol to get the job done. “So,” The naked female dropped herself down by his side, a playful smirk rippling over her lips as her hands slid down along his left thigh, the movement was far more comforting than it was erotic. “Tell me, how did you end up with such a beautiful house?” She was trying to divert the conversation from sex and the loud cracks rippling in the air.

“You know; I couldn’t have asked for a better evening.” Her hand swiftly found his, giving a warm squeeze to it as she began to gaze toward the fire. “I was dreading working tonight. You found me and saved me from having to suffer another night of having to give a client a firm telling off. I am very grateful for that.” Her tone was soft, almost a gentle purr as she informed him of how she felt. It was true, every word. There was just something she couldn’t resist with him; he was too alluring not to. Slowly, the female began to edge up onto her knees, allowing her to reach his neck with her lips. Tenderly she began to sweep her lips up along his exposed flesh. Just as she’d done so, the loud crashes began to repeat, in quick succession.

Without hesitation, the woman leaned in, brushing her lips softly against Mark’s. There was no thought, no contemplation. “I’m here,” She murmured almost in a whisper as her thick, dark lashes swept up to gaze into his blue hues. “I’m right here.” Once more, her lips began to dance along his own in a soft, loving manner. Her hands immediately snaked up along his chest and wrapped around his neck. There was no sexual motivation, only the motivation to set him at ease.

The Deal of a Lifetime {Niksis & Enigma_x}

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