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

It was when she felt the pressure of a hand around the back of her neck that Kate noticed this wasnt what Mark wanted, well, in his words, not there. Of course, she couldnt 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 wasnt hard, nor angry. It was simply controlled and clear. Kate couldnt deny that it provided a rush within her body that shed 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 well need all the time we can get. Her tone was somewhat playful, but there was a hint of honesty behind her words. The woman wasnt 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 wasnt 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 shed expected in the ways of art, but not in dcor. 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 didnt really need the fireplace. Of course, she was hinting that women didnt 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 couldnt help but wonder what he was doing when he didnt 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 shed 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 hed announced he didnt 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. Im sorry, I couldnt help it. A hint of a smirk crossed her lips. Im all yours. Do whatever you please. It was something shed never dared to say, but something, strangely, she felt she wanted to give to him. A submission, something she felt he desired.