I don't want him to stop.
Keeping my mouth closed, I keep in a gasp as he pulls the cup of my bra over my tit and his palm covers it, cupping my body.
He pulled the skirt up around my waist and covered my panties. I'd forgotten the thong this time, and as he rubs among my thighs, I try to preserve it in a whimper. It's impossible. When he teases beneath the threshold of my panties and touches me, I close my eyes, feeling him contact my pussy.
She isn't going to wait anymore.
I assume that for the past 12 months she's been as much as her head in responsibility, in having to cope with her sister, stepfather, the lot.
So, tonight, I'm taking it all away.
I hear the elevator beep and watch as she steps off, her hips swaying with each step that she takes.
When she pauses at the edge of the room, she takes in how on my own we are. Arms folded, I wait.
"I was given the record you wanted," Faye says, entering the room.
"Good."
She doesn't make a pass, and I watch her. She holds onto the envelope.
Silence fills the distance between us.
"Take off your clothes."
"Chase."
"That night—recall each single time we're alone, the same rules practice. I gained it by taking no for an answer. You need this. I can see it in your eyes, but you want to combat these feelings and you know what? That's ok. I can manage that. But I gained you push me away due to the fact you don't assume that is appropriate."
"It's no longer."
"Why?"
"You're my boss."
"Six months in the past, I turned into the solution to all of your prayers." I get up and take a step towards her.
She doesn't go away again. With the next step I take, she remains firmly in her spot.
"Do you think I had to pay one hundred thousand greenbacks for you? No. I did it due to the fact I wanted to." Another step. I'm almost in front of her whilst she finally takes a step lower back. Only she's no longer out of the door. She's pressed up in opposition to the wall.
Slamming my palms on both aspects of her head, I trap her.
"It became one night time."
"And I'm calling in an extension."
She's combating me once more. She's combating this, and I won't have that.
So, it's time for me to pull out the huge weapons. "Let's get something immediately, either you give me what I need, or I make sure Kerry gets taken far, away from you."
"What?"
"You're walking on a thin thread. You can't even make a choice right now as to what you need. That girl runs earrings around you, gambling to your guilt."
"You don't know anything about me."
"For the past week I've seen it. She doesn't exactly hide it, and you don't cover your guilt either."
"You're going to blackmail me."
"I had no goal of doing it this manner, but you've left me no choice. You want to hold on hiding and fight this, then go.
I don't mind. Push me and see what takes place." I actually have certainly no intention of reporting her or of having Kerry taken from her. That lady does run earrings round Faye and uses her guilt of what came about to keep her in her location.
That, I don't believe.
This guilt Faye has, it's out of place. I understand everything. How she'd been in college whilst she found the volume of the abuse. The death of her mother. The stepfather. All of it.
I'm no longer able to tell her that though.
"What do you need?" she asks.
There's hearth in her eyes.
"It's simple."
"Just tell me what you want, Chase."
I smile. That's proper, baby, let's move to the fireplace.
"I need you."
"I'm good here."
"Take off your clothes."
I step again and near the door, flicking the lock. I don't mind chasing after her, however the ultimate element I want is for her to run from me.
Her nipples are rock-hard, pushing towards her blouse, and it makes me surprised if all this time she's wished someone to manipulate. To make the choices for her.
I'm not going to hurt her.
What I'm going to do is contend with her in the quality manner I know how.
"Someone may see."
"Everyone is home, and you're no longer needed there. It's just you and me. Take them off."
"What is all this going to intend?" she asks. "I don't … what precisely is it you want? I can't do something unlawful. I gained it."
I smile. "It's simple. You want to preserve your sister, you deliver me the whole thing I need. I don't share what's mine, Faye. It's why I paid the guard that night not to stand outside our door."
"What?"
"That's proper. All night long you have been only with me and I ought to do anything that I desire. No one might have been able to stop me.
Knowing that, do you absolutely suppose I'd hurt you?"
"You're blackmailing me to get what you want."
I move closer this time.
Pushing my body towards hers, I grasp her wrists, setting them above her head. "And tell me you're not turned on right now, understanding there's not anything you could do. You're at my mercy.
You're all mine, and I actually have every intention of getting my fill."
"You're not going to provide me with cash?" she asks with a snigger.
Leaning in close to her neck, I feel her shiver. "I recognize you're now not a whore. There's a number of shit I know, and selling your body for money, that wasn't something you desired. You're simply fortunate you met me instead of someone else who'd have made your night time a dwelling hell." I wait some seconds for that to sink in. "Think about it, Faye. I'm providing you pride, plain pleasure, and all you've been given to do is take it. I need the entirety you have to offer, no extra, no much less. No-holds-barred sex."
She licks her lip, and I know she needs it.
There's no denying that flicker of enchantment in her eyes.
"Do you want cash? Will that be the identifying component for you?"
She wrinkles her nose. "No. I don't want your money."
"Good. It's no longer on offer."
"You're not into any freaky sort of stuff, are you?"
I smirk. I can't help it. "Maybe, my little virgin, you must try something earlier than you decide."
"I'm not a virgin anymore."
"You're a virgin in greater approaches than you recognize." Kissing her neck, I wait. "Take off your clothes."
She hesitates for a second before ultimately unbuttoning her blouse. She's sluggish as she does this, the first button coming via the hole after which the subsequent.
The white lace bra she wears is so fucking attractive. My dick is already so tough that I sense a wave of pre-cum spill out the end. I need her.
When she wriggles out of the skirt, I almost lose it. Her knockers shake with each pass back and forth, those curves being revealed to me.
I love her fuller figure, the thickness of her thighs, regardless of the dots of cellulite, her rounded hips and belly alongside her huge tits. For me, she is the exceptional fucking package deal I need to unwrap, and I intend to take my time.