Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Mind consumed by his intentions for Emily, Ellis's physical arousal remained under control as he subtly pushed her thoughts in the direction he desired without being too obvious or raising her suspicions. So his cock remained softened in his trousers when he caressed the girl's skin and attempted to guide her ever closer to making a mental decision that would soon enough lead to her taking that very same cock, fully erect, in her oh-so-tight teen cunt. Each word she uttered in response, combined her with fingers ghosting over his knuckles in what he took as a sign of trust and search for tactile comfort increased his confidence that he had her close to where he wanted her. Now, simply to allow Emily the time to herself to come to the conclusion that all possible roads led back to one destination, Dr Ellis Mchugh. Who'd be more than content to fill her....heart. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The memory of that last conversation and Emily's departing words had the man in a fine frame of mind as he bid his receptionist a cheerful farewell before making his way back to the house, and Beth. The past couple of weeks had been a little strained, but not overly so, and although he'd not attempted to touch her sexually since that hadn't been out of anger or a display of juvenile passive-aggressive intent to make a point. It had simply been that since the second session with Emily, he'd possessed no desire for his wife. However, all else had been normal comfortable silence while they enjoyed a movie and discussion about it afterwards, social engagements that both seemed to enjoy, conversations about work, and reading together in bed. Simply, no sex, and as far as Ellis was concerned, Beth probably hadn't even noticed. Or, if she had, didn't care. Hey, honey, how was your day? Calling out as entered, Ellis unknotted his tie and walked in, his voice trailing off when he saw Beth in the shortest of dresses and face made-up to the nines. Shit . That was the first thought that entered his head, and the second was an immediate comprehension of why. Even as his eyes traveled down her form, he felt not a jolt of anticipation, but a flare of complete disinterest and almost anger at her for placing him in this situation. Not that Beth wasn't still a handsome woman, but she wasn't a sixteen year old Emily Harris, and ever since he'd begun to fantasise about the girl, he'd gained greater pleasure from self-gratification than the last time he'd had sex with his wife. And now here she was, dressed like a cheap whore, obviously expecting Ellis to fuck her that night when he'd be fortunate to get an erection without filling his mind with images of the schoolgirl. Simultaneously, he couldn't excuse himself or claim to be too tired as that could potentially raise questions he'd rather not answer. McHugh took a deep breath and approached Beth, whistling as he ran his gaze over her body, hoping the reaction appeared appreciative enough, before he slipped his arms around her waist and raised a brow. Damn, baby, you look fucking hot. Already he'd begun to imagine his young client wearing that same dress, and that it was her firm ass he'd slid his hand down to cup, and whose lips he pecked. Must be my lucky day.