Six Weeks of Seduction

CHAPTER 13: SARAH

CHAPTER 13: SARAH

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Sarah leaned against the bathroom door. Nick was here and he still wanted her. Could she do this? Could she not? Her body wanted him, ached for him. She took a deep breath and went into the stall to pee. She had no idea what she was going to do. She nibbled her lip. She could cut out early and go somewhere with him. Maisie was watching Tank. She’d been planning on staying here for another hour or so, instead she could leave with him. But then what? Then nothing. Tomorrow, she’d be alone again. He wasn’t a relationship kind of guy, but tonight...Tonight, she could feel him again. Her body hummed, overriding her mind.

She flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall. Now, all she had to do was find him. Should she tell him she wanted him? She giggled. That was probably obvious. She’d almost f****d him in the hallway. She turned on the faucet and was washing her hands when the door opened. Her eyes meet Nick’s as he closed the door and locked it.

Her heart raced. She knew that look. They were going to f**k. Right here. Right now. Wetness almost ran down her legs. God, she wanted this man. He moved toward her. She turned off the water and dried her hands. He stepped behind her, their eyes still locked in the mirror. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up, his warm hands rough on the skin of her thighs. Her panties were visible in the mirror, stained from her desire.

“Take off your underwear.” His voice was strained as if barely containing himself.

She swallowed but pushed her panties down her hips, brushing against his erection as she bent. He gasped and she gave him an extra wiggle.

“Enough.” His fingers dug into her hips as his foot went between her legs and shoved them apart. “Bend forward.”

The desperation and need in his voice made her body quiver as she obeyed.

“I’m going to f**k you.” He bent and whispered in her ear. “It’s going to be hard and fast. I won’t last long.”

Her arms trembled as she braced herself. She wanted this. She missed it, but she knew it’d hurt a little at first because she hadn’t had anyone inside of her in over four months.

He unzipped his pants, his dark eyes almost black. He was like a fallen angel and he was about to f**k her. Her heart raced in anticipation. His d**k brushed against her a*s.

He licked his fingers and then prodded her asshole. “I should f**k you here.”

“No.” She shifted away, but he wrapped his arm around her holding her in place.

“Don’t tell me no.”

“You agreed—”

“That contract is over. Was over four damn months ago.” He was angry now and she had no idea why. “This is different. This is about what I want.” He pushed down on her butthole with his finger.

“No. You said...we both have to want it.” This was f*******n and God help her, she was getting even more turned on.

He skimmed around her asshole with his finger, pressing and caressing. She squirmed at the sensations. If he put his other hand on her p***y when he did that...

His eyes darkened even more. “You want it. You just won’t admit it.”

“I...I don’t.” She lied, kind of. She didn’t want to do this. Not now. Maybe, not even later but the feelings were interesting.

“Don’t lie to me.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back toward him.

“I...I’m not sure.”

He let go of her hair. “You will be.” He moved the hand that was on her abdomen lower. “But right now, I’m going to f**k you here.” He dipped his fingers into her folds, stroking.

She moaned and pushed her a*s against his erection.

“Tell me you want this.” His other hand grabbed his c**k, rubbing it against her opening.

“Condom.” Her fingers tightened around his wrist. “We need a condom.”

“f**k, Sarah.” He flicked her clit and she trembled.

“Do that again. Please.” She was close to coming. Just being near him made her almost come.

He did and she closed her eyes. He flicked and rubbed her and she moaned, no longer stopping his hand, but pressing it harder against her. Then his d**k was there, pushing and her eyes popped open.

“Condom.” She blocked her opening. “We have to use a condom.”

“Please.” He kissed between her shoulder blades. “I’m clean. You’re still on birth control, right?”

“Condom.” Birth control wasn’t one hundred percent effective.

“I don’t f*****g have one.” His fingers grabbed her hips and he started to step back.

“Oh.” She shivered as the warmth from his body disappeared. “I do.” She grinned as she grabbed her purse. She’d started carrying them during her time with him and she’d never cleaned out this purse. She handed one to him.

“How convenient.” He took it but his eyes were shadowed and his face taut with tension. His white teeth flashed as he tore it open and rolled it onto his c**k. He pushed her down to the counter, grabbed her hips and pulled her legs apart.

He was angry for some reason but right now she didn’t care if he were rough or if it hurt a little. Right now, she needed him inside of her.

“Tell me you want this.” He rubbed his d**k along her crease, the heat almost burning her sensitive flesh.

“Please, Nick. I want this. I want you.” That was all it took and he was inside her. She gasped as his d**k stretched her, filling her with his warmth and hardness.

“You’re still so f*****g tight.” He thrust into her, not giving her time to adjust. “You feel so good.”

“Nick...ouch. Wait.” Her fingers dug into the counter. He was moving too fast and too hard.

“Can’t.” His hand came around and slid against her clit, stroking. “Relax, baby.” His hips moved faster and faster.

She squirmed as the pain from his intrusion warred with the pleasure of his fingers and soon the pain was only a tiny spark, lighting her passion. She needed more. She needed him deeper and harder. She rocked against him, clinging to him with her inner muscles, never wanting him to leave.

“That’s it.” He grabbed her hair, pulling back her head as he kissed her neck, sucking hard as he thrust into her again and again. “I’m close. Come for me, Sarah.” He ran his nail gently along her clit and she screamed, her body tightening around him. He thrust into her again, and bucked against her as he came.

He rested his head between her shoulder blades for a moment before pulling out of her. A warmth and lassitude filled her limbs. She wanted to grin and snuggled against him but instead she straightened, letting her dress cover her body. He tossed the c****m in the trash and zipped up his pants.

He stared at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable as she pulled on her underwear and then straightened her hair. Her eyes landed on the love bite on her neck. “Damn it, Nick.” She touched the sensitive skin.

He grabbed her shoulders, staring at her in the mirror. “I’ll mark you wherever I want.”

“I can’t go back—”

“You’re mine.” He grabbed her dress and pulled it down, uncovering her breasts. “You’re coming home with me, not your little-d**k boyfriend.”

“What?” She had no idea what he was talking about.

“You heard me.” He spun her around and lowered his head toward her breast.

“You can’t order me to go home with you.” She wanted to do exactly that. She’d planned on doing that, before he’d ordered her to do it. She wasn’t his slave or his property. She grabbed his hair to stop him, but his hot, wet mouth came down on her breast and she moaned, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. God, she’d missed his mouth.

He sucked and licked and his other hand trailed up her legs to her p***y which was ready for him again. She rubbed against him and he moved to her other breast. She was going to come again. Her body tensed, her hips thrusting into him and then he stopped. He took a step back, his breath coming in pants.

“Nick?” She was so close. He couldn’t stop. It was cruel. Her breasts jiggled as she drew in great mouthfuls of air, trying to cool her blood.

“You...have...five minutes to make your excuses.” His eyes never left her breasts. “I’ll be out front in the limo.” He took a step toward the door, his gaze slowly moving up to her face. “If you make me come back in here, I’ll toss you on the table and take you in front of your boyfriend and everyone else in that room.”

“Someone will stop you.” She wouldn’t want them to, but someone would.

“You’re right.” He moved closer again, his eyes darting from her face to her t**s. “I guess, I’m going to have to prove you’re mine another way.” His finger ran over the love bite. “These will look great all over your neck and breasts and legs. A nice trail of where I was.” He grabbed her and lifted her to the sink.

“No. Don’t.” She squirmed and he let her slide off the counter. She tucked her breasts back into her b*a and dress.

“Five minutes, Sarah.” He tipped her chin so her eyes met his. “I’m not kidding.”