<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DNiFcci.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Nicholas 'Nick' Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13140334#msg13140334)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>What the heart desires...<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Psyche Makropoulos<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nick was still coming to terms with the words of his admittance to the stunningly beautiful redhead perched on his lap, when those very same words caused her generous lips to form a smile moments before they pressed lightly against his. He could still taste the expensive scotch on them as he felt her hand on the back of his head holding him in place, though in that moment the very last thing he was considering doing was moving. His blue eyes closed to half mast once more as her lips and tongue teased his lips apart, and his breathing deepened further in response to the sensation of her nibbling.<br/><br/>The act of her lips drawing his bottom lip between hers to suckle lightly was incredibly erotic, as was much that this woman did it seemed, and then his tongue was responding in kind to the intrusion of hers, teasing and dancing with it until she pulled away, breaking the kiss and leaving him breathless... He was still recovering his breath when she started speaking, his eyes opening to find those wonderful greens gazing directly into his as he became aware once more of the touch of her hand.<br/><br/>Her question then shake of her head distracted him from the movement of her other hand, and then when her gaze dropped calling attention to it his own gaze dropped as he felt her undo the buttons of his shirt, moments later the touch of her fingertips on his skin caused a ripple of movement across his chest. Unlike many in power where he came from, Nick was very much in shape, not overly muscled but toned, defined, with a strong, lean build, and as he fingertips explored his eyes flicked back to her eyes. He swallowed, about to answer her question, though what he could think to say was an uncertainty as his words, his weapons of choice, were failing him once more, but she answered her own question in that instant, and withdrew her hand.<br/><br/>His breathing was deep, harsh, almost panting and he felt excitement, and arousal, coursing through his body until he was certain she would feel the effect she was having on him as his hardening member, constrained within the tight confines of the exquisitely tailored suit, nudged lightly against the underside of her thigh where she sat across his lap. He couldn't think of any of that though as his gaze flickered once more to her lips, watching intently as she moistened each of her manicured fingertips in turn, before trailing them back over his chest, his gaze following them as they returned to his flesh. His breathing skipped at the touch and then, and for a moment, his gaze lost focus as her fingertips circled his nipple.<br/><br/>Conflicting emotions warred across his face, for one used to being in absolute control, having none was a completely new experience which danced between both exhilarating, and terrifying, though what he had to fear from this slip of a girl he did not know. That this yearning need to be controlled, dominated even, had finally made itself known to him was eye opening to say the least, but once more any such thoughts or attempt at thoughts was dashed as her fingertips closed around his nipple and pinched it lightly. His eyes regained focus and flicked to hers, an intensity flashing brightly across them, the powerful man, the predator, giving a warning... But even as he struggled to find the words, the redhead shhh'd him and his body reacted, his hands tightening until white knuckled on the bench he was seated on even as his back straightened slightly and his head thrust back against her hand, but as lithe a form as she had, she held in her a strength he could not fathom.<br/><br/>He was panting now, the intensity in his eyes becoming softened by confusion, at her actions or his body's reaction was either of theirs guess, but even as she spoke he felt his arousal grow stronger, his, now hardened, member still cruelly restrained nudged more insistently against her, but otherwise he remained still. His grip tightened still further, causing toned muscles up his arms and across his shoulders to harden, as tendons corded slightly in his neck as much to remain in place as to prove in some small way to himself he still had some control, didn't he? The tension in his body was intense and a frown had creased his forehead as he gazed into her eyes, the intensity in his bright blues burning brightly though no longer a warning, but something more, something as yet unreadable as he felt the caressing touch of her hand as it swirled into his hair.<br/><br/>He felt her other hand teasing, then catching hold of his nipple once more but her words rang loud in his ears, as much as he might wish to speak he kept his words, what few remained at this point, to himself as heartbeats passed and he felt the pressure more acutely on his nipple. The corner of his right eye twitched slightly as he stared at her, his body whipcord tight as he took a shaky breath, and then she released the little nub and stroked it almost phallically causing a breath to catch in his throat at the intense sensation the rush of blood caused, followed a moment later by the breath escaping as a soft hiss through clenched teeth at the aching sting that was soon softened by the caressing touch.<br/><br/>A muscle pulsed in his jaw directly below the twitch in the corner of his eye, as though they were connected, and his chest heaved and shuddered with every breath as his eyes flashed again, the frown on his forehead undulated, alternately softening and growing more intense as he felt the effects of her teasing crash over him. His mind reeled, never had he felt so completely under the control of someone else, and some part of him knew this was barely the beginning, this was just the foreplay, in fact this was barely the coffee, before the cab ride home, before the frantic disrobing, before the foreplay... He blinked as he comprehended what that might mean, and then realized the beautiful redhead had leaned in close.<br/><br/>Her words teased him as her breath washed over his skin, and then those plump lips captured his ear lobe and suckled on it, his eyes closing a moment as a shudder passed through him, the muscles of his abdomen rippling and trembling as her hand drifted down. Then her nails were dragging across his stomach, scratching over his skin, his eyes snapped open and another hissed breath escaped his lips, before becoming something close to a moan as her palm then smoothed over the marks she'd left. He swallowed, as her words sank in that she accepted him.<br/><br/>The next moment he practically trembled as she told him he was done making decisions, as she told him he had no more power to wield, that no one needed his guidance or control, and his gaze flashed a moment, the hardwiring not quite able to understand that he was no longer in control, but then when she told him she was his world, and his goddess, and told him to surrender to her the softest of moans escaped his lips. When she pulled back his eyes refocused on hers, confusion conflicted with domination, surrender asserted itself over control, and he fought to take shaky breaths, the twitch in his eye and the pulse in his jaw easing as he gazed at her.<br/><br/>Her arms moved languidly around his neck as her words, her command, took a moment to register, then he was releasing his tight grip on the bench, the tension in his body shifting slightly as his one arm slipped under her legs, the other moving to support her back, and he lifted her easily as he stood. His breathing was still deep and his body was like a wire pulled tight, his eyes never left hers as he moved to the cushions as she asked and knelt as he lay her down on them. There was some glint in his eyes that spoke of how incredulous this was to him, that someone had taken such control of him, over<em>him</em>, Nick Carlton, but whatever power she held over him was almost complete.<br/><br/>As she lay back against the cushions he leaned in to kiss her lips, almost tenderly before allowing his lips to trace down the soft line of her jaw to her neck where his lips and tongue teased that soft skin. He was holding himself over her, his suit jacket open and shirt open to his waist, and the prominent bulge in his pants showing how excited and aroused he was, but with a shuddering breath he ignored it all as he focused on the task she had set him, blue eyes bright as he watched her reactions to his touch, and he trailed kisses over her body wherever they could reach bare skin. Nick eyes flashed once more, the dominant part of him trying to assert control once more, after all she was practically at his mercy, and yet something held him back, the struggle clearly evident in the depths of his eyes as he trailed kisses over her.