Thread: The Deal of a Lifetime {Niksis & Enigma_x}

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 clich 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.