Slave to Love
Chapter 10: And she scores again!
Niles had carefully wrapped CC's dinner for her to consume it later, and now he was finishing the cleaning on her kitchen.
While she watches him working, her mind is taken by memories of their exchanges through the afternoon.
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'The town car or your broom?'
'The town car. I want my hands free for the ride'.
'I wonder which magic tricks you intend to conjure'.
'You'll see'.
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'Stop it'.
'Why?'
'I have to drive'.
'Am I distracting you?'
'Is this a serious question?'
'Ok. I'll keep my hands to myself in respect for your decrepit mind'.
'Thank you, darling'.
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'Answer quickly: what will you do if I get bored?'
'We're almost there. Don't you recognize the neighborhood of your usual corner?'
'You better keep me interested in talking'.
'Why is it?'
'If I can't use my hands, I'll use my mouth'.
'Dear Lord'.
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'Here we are'.
'This is not the penthouse'.
'How perceptive! We have to buy groceries if I'm cooking for you'.
'You don't have to cook. It was just an excuse'.
'But I was so ready to prepare some mushroom risotto…'
'There's a little place where I buy fresh things, next block'.
'You're not making it up just to be on me a bit more, are you?'
'And jeopardize my dinner?'
'I don't know if I believe you'.
'We go walking, then!'
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'You took my hand at the grocery store'.
'I wanted to avoid you squishing the poor vegetables'.
'Of course. Now he doesn't like my claws'.
'You had taken mine at the door'.
'You were going the wrong way'.
'Couldn't I walk around and see more of the place?'
'You should admit you're senile'.
'You should admit you like to order me around in public'.
'Now you have a point'.
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'I can tie my own apron'.
'Just making sure you have some style while in my home'.
'You want to take off my focus. If you were the one doing something-'
'If I were, the least I'd expect was your paws on me'.
'Then it's a pity we'll never know, once you never do anything'.
'Shut up, Niles'.
'I thought I was permitted to speak my mind'.
'If we were in slave time, you would'.
'Oh'.
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The memories provoked a fondness in CC's chest, and she gave up denying to herself how adorable Niles was, keeping her company, making small talk, cooking for her and leaving everything neat and tidy with a smile on his face.
The fact he wore that apron so well, used those skilled hands to do things and moved effortlessly in her kitchen made her want him badly.
That same domestic routine that brought up tenderness aroused her, and the mix was so unexpected she couldn't help but pushing things forward.
CC rested a hand on Niles' arm to call his attention and pulled him to her by the apron, barely able to say slave time before their lips met.
Her hungriness was met by his own, and she took the mask from his pocket to put it on him.
(And Niles grinned when he realized what she was doing. Could he be any cuter?!)
She untied his apron to show what she wanted, never stopping the kiss, and he quickly got the idea, unbuttoning his shirt.
They somehow managed to take off their clothes and kiss while walking to the living room. When they reached her sofa, they were already naked and more than ready.
CC told Niles to sit down, he did so and she straddled his lap, seemingly decided to keep on the teasing of everything rubbing on everything.
Not able to see her, Niles used his permitted senses to do the most of the situation: there was no inch of skin he didn't find through touch, no limits to what he licked and nibbled, no shyness from breathing deeply into her scent or resting his ear on her chest to hear her heart.
CC rested her hands on his shoulders and closed her eyes, surrendering to the glorious feeling of having someone so interested in pleasing her through that delicious exploration.
She was not able to think. She was pure awe.
In a desperate urge to be even closer, CC put her hands on the sides of Niles' face and pulled him for a deep kiss that turned into many amorous kisses and made them grind against each other with fervor.
'Baby…', she murmured.
'Yes, love?'
'I want you'.
'You have me'.
She didn't know if he got exactly what she meant – even herself was not exactly sure of what she meant – but it didn't matter. He had put himself in her hands.
She raised her hips enough to maneuver and put him inside her.
He gasped, grabbing her buttocks, and she let out a long moan.
Niles' hands went up to caress her back and his mouth settled on her breast, what made both stop any movement and just enjoy the novelty of the moment.
CC rested her arms on his shoulders and made small circles with her waist, increasing the contact on their middles while he resumed the wonders he had been doing to her before.
She didn't want it to ever end.
She pressed against him, really interested in getting him the deepest she could.
He seemed to understand it, raising his hips against her body.
She moaned in a mix of torment and pleasure.
It was perfect.
She could do it forever.
And, still, she felt a consuming urge for more.
'Damn it, Niles', she moaned, hugging him the tight.
'What is it?', he asked, his hands in a soothing caress on her back.
'I don't really know', she groaned, 'Fuck…'
He chuckled, and the resonating sound against her chest made her shiver.
'May I change our position, Mistress?'
She sighed, 'But this is so good…'
'I can make it better'.
He said it and sucked her breast, and there was no way she could deny him the opportunity, 'Show me'.
She felt a firm and bold hand descending to support her ass, and Niles moved to lay CC on her back. The hand stayed there, lifting her hips against him, while the other got entangled in her locks.
The new angle permitted him to bury deeply in her, using his knees to push his body forward.
To CC, who liked being dominant in bed, soon it was clear that the most traditional sex position had the effect of making her feel powerful, once the man on top of her was doing all the work.
Very inspired strokes and the way Niles whispered Need you so, Miss Babcock in her ear made her circle his waist with her legs and her hands to grab forcefully every part of him she reached.
He nibbled her neck and took her lobe between his lips.
She palmed his ass soundly.
Excited by her reactions, Niles pounded on her.
CC opened her mouth in surprise.
That was what she wanted.
She saw stars dancing in front of her eyes and the familiar pressure of an incoming orgasm in her middle.
Her hands went up, feeling his movements, nails grazing his back and fingers reaching his locks.
CC took the mask away and looked into Niles' eyes.
So much desire.
She relaxed on her back and watched his face while he slammed on her until he lost control and came with a groan and CC, enchanted by the view of Niles rolling his eyes in ecstasy, followed him suit.
They touched foreheads and lips, enjoying the aftermath of such a delicious thing.
When their breathings were closer to normal she pulled him to her, wishing to feel all his body while recovering from the paradise they had reached.
Niles moved enough to lay by her side on the sofa, his body fitting on hers for a tight embrace.
And that was how they fell asleep.
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CC woke up to find herself in her sofa, carefully tucked in, but alone.
She sat up and reached for her red robe (that Niles had probably left carefully folded next to her), decided to find out why the hell Dust Buster was not there with her.
The moment she got up, a frantic Niles came from her kitchen, disheveled and without his tie and coat, trying to get clothed while searching for something the most silently he could.
'Hey', she called out, scratching her head and trying not to yawn.
He looked up to her, 'Hey', he approached to peck her lips, 'I'm sorry I woke you up'.
'No problem', she said, observing his almost complete suit while he went back to the pacing, 'What happened?'
'I'm looking for my tie'.
'Why?'
'It's almost 8'.
'And?'
'Dinner won't make itself'.
'You already made dinner'.
'Not the Sheffield's'.
She was wide eyed, surprised at the fact she had completely forgotten about the existence of the family.
'Don't worry, I won't take yours', he answered to her startled expression, found the tie behind the sofa and put it around his neck, 'I'll think of something frugal'.
'With Nanny Fine there?', CC walked to him and took his hands away to deal herself with his tie.
'In big quantities, she'll approve of anything'.
She threw him a look of contempt and walked away, taking the tie with her and putting it over his coat, on a nearby chair, 'You're not going'.
He went after her, 'I have to'.
'It's useless, now', she said, turning to him, 'It's too late'.
'I didn't know it was open to negotiation'.
'And it's not'.
'Babcock…'
'I didn't end slave time'.
Niles blinked, 'Pardon?'
She crossed her arms over her chest, 'You're still mine, and I say you're not going'.
There was confusion written on his face, and he joined his hands in front of him in a nervous gesture, 'You understand I can't simply stay, don't you?'
'Why not?'
Her resolution didn't falter, and he spoke softly, 'The concept of sharing a slave is innovative, but it's kind of what is happening, here', he shrugged, embarrassed, 'I'm not questioning your right of demanding things from me, but I must remind you it'll be difficult to explain this absence to my… official boss'.
She pursed her lips in deep thinking, 'Well…'
Niles waited, curious.
CC raised her chin and uncrossed her arms, 'Leave it to the big dogs'.
He frowned, 'What?'
CC walked to the phone, picked it up, called some number and put it on her ear.
'Hello, Nanny Fine. Yes, it's me. Before you ask, he is still alive. Let me talk to Maxwell. Ans let's hope he has some reason for me to spare Hazel's life', she smirked and looked at Niles, sharing her smugness with him.
The butler felt himself relaxing, and sat on the back of her sofa. He didn't know what she intended to do, but he was already entertained – and confident she would succeed.
'Maxwell? Yes, it's about your butler. You better order your dinner, because he is not leaving any soon. At the pace he is cleaning my kitchen, maybe you should consider ordering breakfast, too'.
The man in front of her raised his brows. She was bold.
'You have no idea the mess he made. He finds himself funny, but I won't have it. I know he works for you, but he is not stepping out of here until I'm satisfied'.
She put a hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh at Niles' reaction on her words – his hands raised dramatically to his head.
'You think it's an annoyance?', she was back to her acting, 'I'm sure Nanny Fine knows every type of food in New York. You won't have trouble finding good delivery. I, on the contrary, will have to wait until my dinner is properly served and my kitchen is not a zone of war, anymore', she listened for some moments, then answered, 'I sincerely hope so, Maxwell. I swear to God you'll regret it if Niles leaves now', she smiled, 'I'll tell him. Bye'.
She put the phone back on the table, 'He says he wants a good explanation from you, later. I trust you to make up something believable. An exploding oven or whatever usually happens in kitchens', she smirked, 'Think you can do it?'
He got up and went to her, 'It's fair I take the load of making up a story', he kissed her forehead, 'Thank you'.
Their eyes locked and they smiled.
Warmth took both of them.
'So…', she gulped down, 'Let's have dinner?'
He enlaced her waist with his arms and spoke tenderly, 'Would you believe it if I told you I have one of your favorites already prepared and waiting for you?'
'Really?', she raised her arms to his shoulders, grinning at him, 'Can it be after we eat? I'm famished'.
He chuckled, taking her hands to kiss them, 'Yes, that can be'.
'Aren't you a gentleman?', she took the lead, walking in front of him to the kitchen.
'Not for long if you keep giving me opportunities to admire you'.
She turned her head and beamed, aware he meant her problem-solving abilities and her body, clad in a robe, cat-walking in front of him, 'I think Maxwell will really have his breakfast delivered, tomorrow morning'.