I intended on making this chapter more romantic, but for some reason it didn't click.
I permitted the smut to take over, and then all made sense.
I blame it on the main characters.
More than a woman
Chapter 16: Words – Part 4
When Niles opened the bathroom door he was gifted with the sight of a nude CC Babcock, lying down on the bed and looking at the ceiling in contemplation.
He froze, unable to move while his eyes travelled by her body.
He started at the delicate feet, put in display by the nonchalantly crossed ankles.
His eyes went up her long legs – the ones he loved to have wrapped around his waist, the ones he loved to caress with his fingertips just to feel the tingling their chemistry never failed to cause.
His breathing hitched when he took his time in her center, with the folds that invited him to kiss and lick, and the now soft organ – the one that was lying down currently, but he had discovered he loved taking in his mouth to feel it come to life because of him.
He made an effort to get his eyes – and thoughts – off of there and observed her hands, resting on her flat stomach, in contact with the smooth skin he had craved to touch for years, and still yearned to, even after weeks of a very intimate relationship.
He gulped down at her wide hips, defined waistline and large breasts – and his mind almost went on overdrive at the pleasurable memories he had associated with them.
Then, there was her lean neck, large shoulders and current serious face, surrounded by the familiar halo of blonde hair.
It took him some moments to organize his thoughts.
She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
She had gone through a lot, in her life, and had managed not just to survive, but to turn into the confident, strong and engaging person she was.
Just some moments ago he had been looking for ways to make up for his idiocy, and now all he could think of was getting down on his knees and tell her she could do anything she wanted with him, because she was wonderful and he loved her.
Niles adjusted his robe, trying to hide the uncontrollable physical reaction those thoughts provoked, and feeling kind of a cad for mixing his endearment with such lust. He was in debt with her, and shouldn't wish to be punished with pleasure.
Her eyes moved from the ceiling to his.
Those ice blue eyes that he had wished, for what felt like a lifetime, would look at him with anything but hate and despise, so he could have some hope of a chance.
'You'll stay there all night?', CC asked, with an unmistakable twinkle in her blues.
'It depends', Niles answered, stepping in the main room and closing the bathroom door behind him. Feeling confident at what he could see in her face, he teased, 'Aren't you just waiting for me to get closer, so you can rip my head off and drink my blood?'
She smiled, 'Not before I can use your living body in other ways'.
Aware of the surge of happiness on his chest and the foolish grin it lit on his face, the butler walked to the bed, sat besides the blonde and rested a hand on hers, on her tummy.
It was not intended to be a sexual gesture. He just wanted to feel their connection.
However, his skin tingled in pleasure and, no doubt, arousal, as it always happened when they touched.
CC moved her hand to entwine their fingers, and started to raise her torso to sit on the bed.
Niles put his free hand on his lap to hide his growing erection, because her body moving was enticing, her body moving to get closer and all turned to him was really enticing, and he had no words to describe what her curves and changing shapes of flesh did to him.
She looked into his eyes, leaned into his direction and their lips touched.
He made an effort to not shudder or whimper or do anything undignified that hinted at his desire, once he guessed she intended on just greeting him briefly and part.
They had a lot to discuss, after all.
But she opened her mouth and her tongue went hunting his.
Her hand caressed his jaw and advanced to grab his hair and tilt his head to deepen the kiss and show him who was boss, tonight.
Now he whimpered, and the hand on the lap closed itself in a tight fist, as he does when he is trying to deal with an inappropriate hardness.
(As he had done in the night of their kiss in the den, for instance.)
When CC permitted them to separate, her face had that heat he knew and made his heart flutter, 'You really came here out of jealousy?'
Niles shouldn't be startled at a direct approach after such an intense greeting (he knew better than to expect predictability from her), but he was, and his voice didn't work. He just nodded.
'How could you?'
Her eyes showed her confusion and what seemed like hurt, and suddenly his throat was fully functional again, 'You went away without real warning and acting so calm I thought you were not that interested in me, anymore, and Mrs Sheffield started comparing the both of you, what convinced me that Mister Sheffield would leave her to be with you, and he had been the man of your dreams for more time than I like to remember, so I thought that I at least could stand a chance if I was a bit more similar to him...'
'Hey', she interrupted, planting kisses on his cheek and jaw and reaching out to untie his robe, 'You're really spending too much time with Nanny Fine if you think it's normal to speak so much without a pause'.
He breathed deeply until he felt better, and helped her to free his arms from the robe, letting it fall to his waist.
Then he quickly put his hand on his lap again, keeping the cloth to cover himself, and explained, 'It sounded a lot better in my head. It seems really unreasonable, now'.
'Yes, it does', she chided him, her finger touching the tip of his nose and tracing a line to his lips, 'But I'm not one to point fingers'.
He chuckled, amused by the contradiction between gesture and words, and not resisting pecking her finger, 'It would be a first'.
She grinned at him, 'You have no idea how beautiful it is'.
'What?'
'The sound of your chuckle', she put her hands on the sides of his face for more kisses, 'It's warm. It speaks of how comfortable and sincerely happy you are. It makes me warm', she parted to look him in the eyes again, 'These small shows of affection are one of the wonderful things about you'.
Niles felt his face redden, in arousal and shyness at her words, and both his hands went to cover his lap, 'Dear God – now I'm convinced this is just a plan to get me vulnerable and kill me'.
CC smiled, 'I can see you're still not used to my praises', she tilted her head in doubt, 'But how could you think I would try to bed Maxwell? After all you've found out about me?'
'It seems my sense of judgment is severely impaired', he spoke softly, 'I can't imagine any man would not want you'.
She baited her eyelashes at him, 'Well, thank you', her hand caressed his strong shoulder and stopped on his arm to feel the muscles, 'And I must say you are a lot more creative and entertaining at praising than myself', the hand lowered, reaching his chest and caressing a nipple, 'Isn't it nice that now we have your wit to tease and praise me?'
'Yes, it's nice to have permission to do both'.
Niles' breathe got shallow: CC put one of her fingers on herself, and it came out wet.
She used it to caress her growing length.
He licked his lips, 'And you are not bad with the teasing, yourself'.
'I've learned from the best – and I'm a fast learner', she answered, raising her body, so she could kneel on the bed, 'I was thinking, while you showered, and I realized we must come clean about some things'.
CC reached out for Niles' hands, and put them away from his lap.
He supported his hands on the bed, behind him, so she had room to pull the robe open, and he could close his fists for some control, 'What are you referring to?'
'You still didn't get what I meant when I asked about Maxwell', she stopped for a moment to lick her lips at the sight of him so hard, 'Of course, there's the thing about my body and his probable disinterest, but there is another angle for this question'.
His mouth opened in surprise: she went on her fours and her hand caressed his balls lovingly.
'You could have considered I don't want anyone else in my bed', she lowered her head enough to kiss his tip softly, then looked at him, speaking with her lowest voice, 'For your information, I just told Nanny Fine I have found my man and am completely and multiply satisfied'.
He couldn't quite believe his ears, and was feeling a bit dazed by her actions, 'You told her that?'
CC nodded, lifting her brows, 'Isn't it obvious?'
Niles started looking for an answer, but couldn't concentrate enough. CC had spoken and closed her eyes, her hand resuming the caress on his balls and her mouth reaching his stomach to kiss it, and then lowering to the base of his penis.
'I love your scent – it's clean and fresh and unique', she said, grazing his skin with her nose, inhaling in him, 'And it's subtle – a person has to get really close to feel it', she opened her eyes and raised them to his, still making a path of kisses, 'Sometimes I rub on you and by your scent I can say if you have been cooking, or cleaning something, or if you just took a shower'.
'And you like it?', he found the strength to ask, one hand caressing her side until it reached her breast to fondle it.
'You're asking if I like the feeling that I'm the only one who really knows you, once I'm the only one who can get this close?', she smiled, 'Before we were together, I would walk around you to see if I detect anything. Now I can get this close and find out all I need to know', she licked his length, tasting him, 'How do you think it makes me feel?'
CC spoke and put him in her mouth, and Niles' hand took hold of her breast, while the other got in action, grabbing her hip, fingers sprayed until they could touch her length. He was not able to contain his desire to touch all of her, and roughly, anymore, 'You brought Chester'.
She stopped the sucking for a moment, closed her eyes and rocked her hips, enjoying his strong hands on her.
When the first wave of arousal was under control, she asked, 'You were jealous of Chester?'
He hated himself for whining over it in a moment like this, and blurted out a zinger, 'I wouldn't be too surprised if you were into bestiality'.
'Yes, once I'm with you', she said and lowered her head to take one of his balls in her mouth.
He rolled his eyes in pleasure and his hold on her got tighter, 'You're trying to change the subject'.
'And you're the one babbling, as always', she answered, amused, patted his thigh and let go of him to gesture at the center of the bed, 'Explain what my dog has to do with it'.
Niles obeyed, going to the center of the huge hotel bed and lying on his back, 'Why didn't you leave Chester with me?'
CC straddled him, her pussy forcing his cock against his stomach, 'Because I didn't want to ask it of you'.
His voice sounded a bit strangled at the sensation of her wetness on him – her vagina on his length, her hand pressing her own length down, so her tip would brush his, 'I wouldn't have minded'.
She moved slowly, back and forth, taking his hands in hers for balance and contact, 'I know, but I didn't want you to'.
'Why?', he entwined their fingers.
'Because you're my boyfriend, not my servant'.
Niles froze.
It took him some time to react, as if he was hypnotized between her slow movements and the surprising declaration.
When he managed to speak, was to say a shocked, 'Pardon?'
CC answered him with that amused face she has when she really can't get what is going on, 'Really, Niles? I have to spell it out for you?'
He frowned and decided there would be no better time for it, 'Maybe you're using some kind of ancient tongue for this curse, because I don't think I'm capable of understanding it', he gulped, 'I don't know if it made sense. It's really difficult for me to think, right now'.
She smiled sweetly – and not that creepy fake sweet smile he has seen her throwing around, but a real one that filled her eyes with tenderness and seemed to be only directed at him, nowadays.
She brought his hands to her mouth to kiss his knuckles, lowered them to keep them joined over her heart, between her breasts, looked deeply into his eyes and spoke clearly, 'I love you'.
He was shocked, again, and when he opened his mouth to say whatever it was he would manage to say, she spoke sternly, 'And don't you dare saying it back'.
His eyes got impossibly larger, and he stuttered, 'B-but...'
She opened her arms and laid her body forward until she could hide her face on his neck to whisper in his ear, 'You owe me that'.
His breathing was altered, but she knew it was just a matter of time.
She waited.
'All right', he relaxed, letting go of her hands to rest his on the small of her back, 'But I need a good explanation'.
'Of course', she answered, and then added a sincere, 'Thank you', planting a kiss on his cheek.
Niles smiled at her, that adoring smile that made her wish she could make him the happiest man alive.
She supported herself on her forearms, on the bed, 'I thought we had an understanding, but it seems you still get insecure and I have to say things to you. Good things, I mean. Like how sexy and awesome I think you are'.
She resumed the movement on his length as if it was a proof of her argument, and his hands grabbed her buttocks.
Whatever she had to say next, it had to wait for a new round of open mouthed kisses.
When they parted, CC resumed speaking, while moving her hips, 'I don't know how or when it happened, but at some point in time it hit me that you aroused me. Once I noticed it, there was no way back: it kept happening, alarmingly often, and for the most absurd of things', she nibbled at his neck, 'When you got grumpy over stupid things and blamed it on me, when you were bold and confident over your own abilities', he moaned and she increased the pace, 'when you were the Prima Donna who must have things his way or sulks, when you looked at me as if I was the most annoying creature in the universe, and in the rare occasions in which you smiled genuinely at me'.
She stopped speaking for a moment, because he had sneaked a hand further down, one of his fingers found its way inside her, and it was her time to react, arching her back and groaning deeply.
Niles seized the opportunity to take one nipple in his mouth and suck it.
CC relaxed her legs and permitted him to pleasure her, for the time being.
He knew how to do it better than anyone had ever done: his fingers found their way into her and around her easily, his lips and tongue sent waves of pleasure from her breast, making her skin crawl in a desperate desire to glue every part of her to him.
When she felt she was losing control of the situation, she moved to get out of his reach.
He made a sound of frustration and she stayed on her fours, her body separated from his.
His arms fell on the bed, in surrender at her desire to be apart.
'Things changed', she said, eyes on his, 'And it's just getting worse: I still get aroused by all of that, but I discovered a billion new occasions to be aroused every day, and the same things that made me all wet and hard now bring out fondness', she sneered at him, 'Do you have any idea how disconcerting it is?'
Niles made an adorable startled face at her.
She forced herself to ignore how cute he was and focused on what she intended to tell him, 'I thought I hated you. Even when I touched myself thinking of you, I could still imagine that I wanted to fuck you because you were a pester and I deserved to do to you whatever I wanted', she moved a bit closer, 'And then it was not just sexual attraction, and it was not just a crush or an infatuation', she lowered her head to feather kisses on his face, 'I have my feelings sorted out, now: I love you. Deeply. Nothing has ever felt like this before, and I'm sure nothing ever will, again. I'm hopelessly in love with you, you idiot'.
'You are?', he asked, needing to hear her saying it again, so he could believe.
'Yes. I love you', she kissed his lips softly, 'And that is why I want you to be free to step out of this, the moment you decide to do it. Because I won't'.
'You're crazier than I thought', he was incredulous, and his hands reached out to pull her down to him again, so, they could hug, 'Why would I want to step out?'
'What kind of question is that, Niles?', she asked, raising her hips, her hand reaching out for his length.
'I don't get what-'
He didn't manage to end that sentence, because she lowered her body to have him inside her.
His body tensed and he groaned.
'I know it's not easy to be with me in day to day life, baby', CC spoke while she adjusted to him, 'I have changed for the better towards you – luckily for my reputation, only towards you - but I'm still egotistical, self-centered, stubborn and a snob. Even if you, for God only knows why, like it, the clashes will wear you out, eventually'.
'But I like it...', he made an effort to speak.
'That's what I just said. Shut up, if you're going to repeat me'.
'Yes, Mistress'.
She hummed, pleased by his answer, and kept moving slowly, rubbing herself on him and clenching her muscles on his cock.
CC stayed like that, her hips undulating against Niles in long strokes and sudden clenches, her knees firmly planted on the mattress and her hands on his chest, caressing him and looking into his eyes to enjoy the connection between them.
(The now familiar connection, that went beyond physical pleasure and, still, did something that raised the levels of physical pleasure.)
She bent her body forward to kiss his lips leisurely, not able to resist the need for placating some of the agony of such an intense relationship based in teasing touches and slow and erratic advances.
His hands reached her breasts and he massaged them the way that made her loose her head.
'That's why I will never want out', she moaned, her lips brushing his, her hands messing with his hair, 'There's so many things about me that could put you off', her nose grazed his cheek and neck, as she loved doing, 'Don't you wonder about what would be if we tied the knots?', she relaxed her body against his, stretching her legs along his, relieving some of the pressure on his cock, 'That your wife will never be the more feminine woman in the room? That things will get awkward when someone asks why we still don't have children? That you'll share with me the experience of people staring because I'm not wearing a bath suit?'
Niles' hand caressed her hair and went down to sooth her back and join the other, that was already resting on her buttocks, 'Am I still prohibited to express myself, Mistress?'
She smiled and pecked his neck, 'No. You may speak your mind now, servant'.
He breathed deeply into her hair, 'I'm not even commenting on these things you mentioned. I mean, how little do you know me, to think I will mind if stupid people stare?'
CC turned her head to look at him with adoring eyes, her hips moving with a bit more of intensity at his reassurance.
'What is the real problem with the knots, uhm?', he whispered at her, delicately, 'Are you hesitant because you think they will take away your freedom?'
'I'm not hesitant. I'm terrified', she sighed and moved her hips with even more intensity, in one of those contradiction between words and gestures Niles found incredibly charming, 'But, surprisingly, I'm not thinking of myself'.
'No?', he commented, 'That would be a first'.
'Isn't it?', she agreed, getting back into the previous position, riding him slowly with her knees supporting her and her back straight.
'Would you care to explain your point of view?', he asked, his hands reaching out to tease her breasts.
(And stomach.
And pubis.
And hardness.
Oh, my God.)
'Must it be now?', she moaned, 'I'd like to focus on fucking you'.
He chuckled affectionately at her dirty mouth, and she shivered.
He grinned, 'I'm not that easy, Babcock'.
'Are you sure?', she asked and increased the pace again.
'Oh, witch', he moaned, 'We should discuss our issues'.
She rotated her hips.
'Or never mention them again', he added, 'Now I'm not sure'.
'I love how ready to follow my lead you are, when it matters', CC grinded against him, 'And I love it when you're unpredictable and sweep me off my feet'.
'Don't think I can do it now', he teased her, trying to move his hips up and down.
'You're where I want you to be for the moment', she answered, adjusting her legs to make sure he really couldn't change positions, 'And I'm keeping you there while I decide if you deserve prize or punishment for crossing the country to make sure I just screw you'.
Niles groaned and closed his eyes, 'With such vulgarity, being in bed with you is always some form of punishment'.
She laughed heartily at him criticizing her for something she knew he enjoyed, 'That's why I love you so much'.
She spoke and looked at him with a raised brow, to make sure he remembered of not saying it back.
He looked at her, his mouth open, and then groaned again, 'This is torture'.
'That's what I meant', she answered, a winning grin on her face, 'We keep on living in the thin line between prize and punishment, pleasure and torture', she rocked her hips, 'Damn, it's nice'.
He couldn't even answer her, this time: all he could do was feel her moves and hear the echo of her loving words in his mind. Everything about her fueled his arousal, and Niles felt like he couldn't process all that was happening, so alike his dreams and fantasies it was.
CC suddenly stopped and grunted, her eyes sending knives to the main door, 'You must be kidding me'.
'Uhm?', Niles blinked, 'What happened?'
Just then he heard the knock on the hotel door, followed by a nasal voice calling their names in what must have passed as discretion, in the mind of the speaker.
The blonde breathed deeply and moved off in a swift move, what elicited a whimper from the butler.
'Don't make these sounds', she said, lying by his side to peck his lips, 'Or I won't be able to get the door'.
'Sorry', he answered sincerely, 'Just give me a moment and I'll do it'.
She chuckled, 'I don't want a quickie now, Niles'.
'I meant getting the door'.
'No way you're going to see Nanny Fine while aroused like this'.
She spoke and took him in her hand, as if she needed to prove her point.
'But it's my work...', he said in a moan.
'You're not in your right state of mind', she answered, pecking his lips.
'Prove it'.
'You just apologized for being sexy', her hold on him got tighter, 'You offered to work', even tighter, 'And you're trying to reason with me, as if I'd permit you to see that tramp while hard'.
The knocking sounded again, and CC yelled for Fran to wait.
'We don't even have children to interrupt, but have to deal with the nanny', she spoke, annoyed, then smiled at Niles, 'Stay here, will you?'
He relaxed, 'Yes, Mistress'.
CC grinned and kissed him again, this time open mouthed and deep – a reward for his obedience.
Suddenly she let go, and got out of the bed.
'Hey – put this on', Niles called her, taking his discarded robe from the floor.
'Oh. Good idea', she agreed, went back, took the robe, wore it and seized the opportunity to kiss Niles again while she did it.
She tied the robe in front of her and opened the smallest portion of the door she could, making just her head visible, 'Be quick. It's not a good time'.
'Oh, Miss Babcock, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Maxwell was really worried about you two. He asked me to come here and see if everything was all right'.
'I'm not a fool, Nanny Fine. Why would Maxwell care?'
'Because he still can't wrap his head around the fact that you two are together – and not to fight all the time?', the brunette grumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously as And neither can I, and asked, 'May I see Niles?'
'No'.
'Why?', was the suspicious question.
'He is currently tied to the bed'.
Fran smirked and put her hands on her hips, 'Oy, Miss Babcock! You're into the kinky stuff?'
'Yes, we both are, what comes really handy in situations like this, when my boyfriend follows his stupid friend and flies across the country in a fit of jealousy', she glowered, 'Unfortunately, the said friend is so inconsiderate she interrupted his punishment, and now I'll have to start it all over again'.
It seemed to shake Fran's usual easiness with personal topics, because she apologized profusely and went away.
CC closed the door, satisfied, locked it and turned.
Niles was sitting on the feet of the bed and massaging his cock slowly while looking at her, 'So, I'm tied to your bed?'
She immediately untied the robe, took it off and threw it aside, 'Yes, you are', she went to him, kneeling between his legs, 'Can't you tell?'
She took him in her mouth hungrily.
His breathe hitched and his hand went to her hair to caress it.
Niles let CC do it for him, because he knew she loved it, and was, in fact, very good with her mouth. However, he always got a bit tense when it happened: he still felt absurdly guilty when he had this impression that he was the one being serviced.
He tugged at her hair to pull CC for a kiss.
Aroused by his manhandling, she rested her hands on his thighs and lost herself in his mouth.
She obeyed without thinking when he told her to stand up.
When she did so, he took her in his mouth, and it was her time to grab his hair.
She loved to have him doing things for her, and knew he felt more at ease like this, but there was something about him knowing her body so well that tormented her: it made her want to come like this, and still not want to, because it would prove that, even when she seemed to have the dominant role, she turned into pudding in his hands.
(And lips.
And tongue.
And teeth.
Oh, my God!)
Niles let go of her for a moment to speak, 'I'm not stepping out of it, Miss Babcock', he traced her length with his tongue, 'You make me the happiest I have ever been'.
She moaned, moved by the fact he had said exactly one of the things she wanted to hear, 'But what if it doesn't last forever?'
Niles grabbed CC and turned her body quickly, tumbling her on the hotel bed.
His hands secured her wrists firmly on the sides of her body, and he went on top of her, 'So, you love me and want it to last forever?'
CC opened her mouth to answer I do, but closed it again and squinted at him, 'You're not tricking me into saying that'.
He smiled at her – that adoring smile she loved as much as she loved his deepest frown – and spoke softly, releasing her hands, 'I don't want to trick you. I want you to say it when you're ready', he nose-kissed her, 'Better saying: when we are ready'.
She blinked, 'You're not pressing me?'
He adjusted his body to put more of his weight on her, grinning cheekly, 'Is it enough?'
She giggled, 'It feels great, but not even close to enough'.
'Demanding, aren't you?'
'I love you'.
Her easily said words affected him strongly: his eyes locked with hers and he spoke in the most heartfelt tone she had ever heard from him, 'Oh, Miss Babcock...'
Next thing CC knew, Niles had opened her legs and was entering her, while kissing her hungrily.
'Oh, fuck', she groaned between open mouthed wet kisses, 'Niles...'
'Yes?'
'Please, harder. Want to feel you coming. Please'.
'Don't need to beg, Mistress', he grunted, moving in and out of her roughly, 'Just say it and I'll obey'.
'Come inside me', she ordered, her nails grazing his back, 'I want it. Now'.
He plunged on her, his hands keeping her legs apart and his mouth devouring hers in a frenzy.
When he came, his whole body tensed and he let go a guttural moan.
CC shivered uncontrollably at the animalistic display.
He still rocked his hips while she gave him soothing kisses, both basking in the feeling of intimacy. She let out a deep hum of satisfaction when he got out of her and she felt their mixed fluids in the inside of her thighs.
When his breathing went somewhat close to normal, she ordered, 'Lay down on your stomach'.
He raised a brow at her, his eyes still a bit dazed.
'You haven't been punished enough, and we have no time to lose', she took his chin with her hand and spoke, in a patronizing tone, 'There's so many things I have in store for you, baby', she slapped his butt and winked, 'Let's get it on'.
He did so, chuckling at the Marvin Gaye reference.
Even more aroused by the sound he made, she inserted some fingers inside herself to coat them on the wetness in there and spread it on her length.
'I brought some condoms', he said, getting comfortable.
'How considerate', she answered, smirking, 'Yes, I've found them in your trousers, before I sent them to be washed. They're under the pillow'.
He raised the pillow she pointed at and found the condoms, taking one pack and giving it to her, 'You scheming witch'.
She let out her low chuckle and knelt between his legs, caressing his thighs, 'I have my tricks, baby'.
She started stroking her length slowly with one hand, while the other explored all of him, starting the nice process of getting him ready.
Niles breathed deeply, enjoying her caresses. Taking her time to bask in the feeling of him seemed contrary to her previous affirmative that they had no time to loose, but Niles knew better: CC was just calming herself in order to last, while using her strategy of arousing him to the maximum before she went inside him.
He admired her for controlling so well her own arousal. He was perfectly capable of lasting, too, but sometimes it seemed like she was completely aware of every step she was taking, and nothing could take her off the chosen path.
Maybe it was part of being the bossy type.
She loved being domineering, and it was really obvious by how she enjoyed being on top, when they had sex, and giving him orders. It put Niles in a very comfortable position, in bed: he was very good at following instructions, but could be really creative, and often surprised her and made her climb the walls, turning the tables and thrilling her with some unexpected move.
He was very perceptive of her, and that was why he knew exactly when to tease and challenge her, and when to stay put and play submissive to let her decide everything.
Now, she wanted him under her, and compliant. He could feel the bossy vibe, and he knew he owned her big for the misconceptions that had brought him to Beverly Hills. He had no intention to be daring and risk spoiling the moment for her. She had chosen his 'punishment', and he would accept it gracefully.
(He still couldn't believe he was involved with a woman who thought giving him sexual pleasure and multiple orgasms was a form of punishment; yes, she was the one controlling how and when they happened, but for God' sake, he didn't want it any other way!)
Niles had got a lot better at being penetrated since their first time in the penthouse. Being assaulted by Babcock as if he was the most wonderful amusement park she had ever found helped, of course: he had to get quickly used to her entering the kitchen innocently, asking for some tea, and then pulling him for a round of kisses, and end up in the closest room available, taking off their clothes in a hurry and with no idea what they would do first.
(Many times, having no idea who would be done first.)
He felt very relaxed right now – after love declarations and a wonderful orgasm –, and they had already discovered some positions and preparations that made it easier for him, but the beginning still was something difficult: he felt in heaven after the initial invasion, but until she went all the way in for the first stroke, Niles felt uncomfortable and in a bit of pain.
CC, being as attuned to him as he was to her, soon found a way to turn exactly that first moment in one of their games.
Sometimes she went in slowly and steadily, enjoying his groans and asking him if he would take it for her. It was a huge turn on to him, because he loved when she demanded verbal compromising in bed, and he felt thrilled at losing control and saying whatever she ordered him to say.
Sometimes she entered him in a swift move that mixed pain and pleasure, and the pain was over almost as soon as it started. He was taken to the edge and was begging for more – any way of more – too quickly for his own dignity.
(She seemed to enjoy greatly both reactions, if her encouraging words and nasty teasing were to be trusted.)
From the moment he realized how to relax enough to not feel any pain and the initial threshold had been left behind, Niles loved it as much as he loved being inside her.
And CC was a very capable lover: she took him to the edge and left him there, her moves stretching and fulfilling and putting on fire a lot of right places.
It was a form of torture: she often purposely avoided touching any spot that could bring his orgasm, just building his arousal until he begged.
And sometimes, even begging didn't make any difference, and she kept the maddening almost-there movements for as much time as she wanted, while saying into his ear that she was his owner and he would come just when she decided to.
Their love making was so varied and intense it was not a surprise they had been acting as bunnies in heat.
There were times in which she would make him come through penetration and that kind of teasing over him being her property, and Niles thought he had never seen her so satisfied with herself than when it happened.
There were some times in which she would pull him to his room in a rush of arousal, turn him over, lower his pants, bend him on his bed, have her way with him roughly and leave soon after reaching her climax, purposely leaving him blue-balled, so he would stalk her through the mansion until he found her alone and could make a scene of declaring himself not worth, while begging for her mercy to give him his release.
There was one time in which they were alone in the mansion and he was ready to enter her in the kitchen, standing behind the counter, and Mister Sheffield called her cell phone to ask her where she was, once he had been waiting her in a meeting for half an hour and a big business deal was at risk – and Niles told CC he understood that she had to go, and when they met again, much later that night, she asked how he had coped and, when he told her he had touched himself while thinking of her, she demanded to see it.
Niles wondered how it had not been an eye opening for the both of them that she had treated him badly, through the years, as part of a game. She had wanted him to react and go after her for another round as much as he had thrown creative zingers because he wanted her to react and have a reason to come after him, too.
He was taken off his musings by her hands settling on his hips, to signal she wanted to keep him in place.
She pressed her middle against him, gliding her length teasingly between his buttocks.
He arched his back and raised his butt to show her he was willing.
She leaned forward, and he supported himself on his forearms, so she could reach between his shoulder blades with her lips.
He moaned at the feeling of her breasts on his back and her mouth on his neck.
She kissed his nape, 'Are you sure you want it?'
'Yes, please'.
He said and turned his head, so they could kiss deeply.
'I want it, too. Badly', she answered when their mouths parted, moving her hips against him.
He opened his legs a bit more, offering himself, and she groaned.
She straightened her back, put the condom, took some more of the wetness from between her legs to spread it on her cock and positioned herself.
She entered him.
In one easy quick stroke.
Niles grabbed the sheets to not yell at the sudden sting followed by fireworks.
She started moving, 'There's no way back, for me. I want it. I need you. The whole package'.
He grunted, 'I want you, too. All of you'.
'Are you sure, Love?'
'If you want to hear a negative, this is not the way'.
She chuckled, lying forward, 'But I'm such a mess...'
'And I'm still the pestering old, ugly and stupid servant I have been since we met', he spoke and moaned, because she had pressed deep and hit one of his favorite places, 'And you love me'.
'Yeah, I do', her hands found the spots in his inner thighs she liked to have a firm grip on him, 'But you were not that old when we met'.
'The age gap is still the same, sweetie', Niles answered, putting his arms aside and laying down his head, 'These things don't change just because you decided to stop counting at one hundred'.
She slapped his butt playfully, 'I meant we both were a lot younger, and I already called you old, then. As I have called you fat, when you weren't', she rode him with her hands massaging his buttocks, 'Damn, you have the greatest ass...'
He grunted an agreement in answer.
Her hands went to grab his shoulders, so she could get more leverage and do a variety of moves with her hips, 'I just thought it was a good idea to say those things to mess with you, once I was not as creative as you were'.
'You seem quite creative, to me...'
She rocked her hips, 'You're so delicious, so wonderful... You should not expect much from a horrible and misguided person as me...'
'Dear...', he reacted resting his hands on hers, on his shoulders, 'Don't speak like that about the most amazing woman I have ever met...'
'Oh, Niles', she said, stretching her back until she could kiss his back again, 'I can't compromise in doing things right, and I must not put the burden of this relationship over your shoulders', she grabbed them tighter, 'These amazing shoulders of yours'.
He groaned at her nails on his skin and the praising words, 'It is very far from a burden, Miss Babcock'.
'Fuck, I love it when you call me that', she increased the pace, 'Let's keep things like this. You don't say the words, you get affectionate with my business name...', she supported her weight on him, her hands taking his to the side of their bodies, in the bed, 'Will you do it for me?'
'Yes, sweetie. I will do everything you ask me to'.
'Why?', her strokes got quick-paced.
'Because you're the only one for me'.
'The only one in your bed?'
'The only one in my life'.
It was too much for her, and she came inside him, with no warn and a long string of curses.
When the shuddering and light-headness were most over, she still remained on him (and in him), trying to regulate her breathing and get back to Earth.
He smiled, eyes closed, 'I'm really irresistible'.
His self-satisfied comment made her laugh, and CC kissed his hair, 'I've told you – there's no way I will want out of it'.
'You better not'.
She caressed his sides affectionately, 'Let's exchange positions'.
He was surprised, 'Already?'
'Yes, already', she said, getting out of him, throwing the condom away and occupying his previous spot, but on her fours, 'Multiply satisfied, remember?'
'Uhum', he agreed, kneeling behind her, a finger entering her to feel her wetness.
She shuddered at the way his finger moved inside her, 'Don't make me wait, servant'.
'I won't', he said, 'I am yours'.
'Forever?', she demanded.
'Forever', he took out the finger, positioned himself and started entering her, slowly as he knew made CC roll her eyes and clench her toes in pleasure, 'As long as you want me'.
'I will always want you'.
'Then we're stuck together, love'.
'Watch your mouth', she reminded him, arching her back.
'I'm sorry', he immediately apologized, kissing her shoulder, 'Won't happen again'.
'How do you say?'
'Please, witch', he put his hands on her breasts and pulled her against him, 'Come here'.
'Good boy', she praised, straightening her back to support it on his chest, 'I forgive you', she raised her hands to grab his hair and turned her head to kiss him, 'You're lucky I love you so much'.
'I know', he whispered, stilling her hips to set a steady pace in and out of her.
'Yes, now you do', she closed her eyes in pleasure, 'Such a clever man, and I had to say it', she massaged her own breasts, 'You'll pay for the insolence of forcing me to admit my feelings out loud'.
'With pleasure, Mistress'.
She heard the smile in his voice and smiled herself, 'Yeah, surely with pleasure'.
He just grunted in answer and kept the long strokes, kissing her back and nibbling at her neck until he gave her a hickey.
'Oh, fuck', she said, 'You're making me hard, again'.
'And?', he answered, slamming on her quickly, just to make her whimper in pleasure and surprise.
When he slowed down again and she was able to form a coherent sentence, she explained herself, 'It's never ending', she shivered at an especially wide rocking of his hips, 'We'll be all sore, tomorrow'.
'That's what you get when you leave me behind', he answered, gluing his body to hers and grabbing her breasts possessively.
'I like you behind me', she teased.
'You got it', he grunted, his hands rough on her.
'Yeah', she said, inclining her body forward and sneaking a hand between their legs until she could reach his balls, 'I've got it'.
From that moment on there were no more words between them: both were in the thin line between torture and pleasure, prize and punishment.
The words that mattered have already been said, anyway.
And words are like an arrow: once you throw them, you can't take them back.
Even if some British millionaires may think so.
Luckily, Niles heard that night, from CC herself, that she didn't want the British millionaire.
She wanted the British butler.