"I know what you are," Nicholas whispered hotly in Serena's ear. "And so do you. You're a woman who's been thirsty for years without knowing it, parched for the excitement of the unknown. You've covered yourself, boxed yourself in, sublimated yourself to a man who has no idea what you really need."<br/><br/>His hand was soaked by now, although he had been at her pussy for only a couple of minutes. He sniffed it and pushed two fingers in Serena's mouth to let her taste herself.<br/><br/>"That's your desire in your own mouth," he said. He pulled off Serena's cardigan, tossed it onto a chair. He opened her blouse, gripped her breasts in his hands. He felt his blood pound in his veins. He reached down and lifted Serena's skirt over her hips and lifted her up, looking for the nearest bare wall. The door was closest; he took the two steps toward it, pushing her up against it and levered his cock into her dripping cunt.<br/><br/>"There it is, home," he said, pushing in all the way, feeling her searing heat on his needy prick. "This is what you want." He pulled out a bit, and then pushed in hard, banging Serena against the wall. He put an arm at the small of her back to cushion her and then started fucking her hard against the door as if he were using her to try to break it down. He ground against her on every thrust, leaving just enough room between them so he could look into her eyes and see them glaze over.<br/><br/>After a short while he moved away from the door, carrying her still impaled on his cock into the bedroom. He loved the feeling of Serena's arms and legs around him, loved that she was dependent on him for this thing she needed so desperately. He loved that he had created an itch in her that Christian could not satisfy, only he.<br/><br/><em>His</em>mouth.<br/><br/><em>His</em>hands.<br/><br/><em>His cock.</em><br/><br/>Nicholas sat Serena at the edge of the bed, her skirt still up at her hips, her legs spread wide for him.<br/><br/>"Take off that blouse and bra while I eat you," he said, and he bent to his task. He smiled as he inhaled her salty, funky scent, tasted her viscous juice. He put his hands on the globes of her ass and pulled her toward him as she sat with her legs over his shoulders. He feasted on her sex for a long time. His face was coated with her secretions, he felt her tremble, felt his cock demand its re-entrance into her velvety sleeve. After a while he raised his head from between her slim and clutching thighs and looked into her face.<br/><br/>"I know what you are," he repeated. "And so do you. You belong to me now, my slut, my whore. You want what I have, what I can give you. Excitement, the thrill of pleasure you never imagined. Pain that turns to ecstasy that you cannot be without." She was bare above the waist now and he turned her over so she lay on her belly, her ass round and tight. He kissed her bare rear, her skirt bunched at her waist. He smiled at the thought of Serena coming home from church in a wrinkled skirt.<br/><br/>Nicholas moved his hands to separate the cheeks of her ass, saw her puckered asshole. He dipped his head there and rimmed her, putting a finger in her pussy then moving the moist digit to her clit. He manipulated the hard button while he tongued her asshole, pushing it hard against her rear opening. Then he raised his head once more.<br/><br/>"You like it, don't you, my tongue at your asshole. Christian doesn't do that, would never do that to his good-girl wife. But his wife isn't a good girl, is she?"<br/><br/>He raised his hand and brought it down firmly onto her right ass cheek. It made a sharp<strong><em>SMACK</em>!</strong>in the quiet room.<br/><br/>"His wife<em>isn't a good girl, is she?</em>" he asked again, bringing his left hand down on the other ass cheek.<strong><em>SMACK</em>!</strong>The loud sound and the red hand marks satisfied him.<br/><br/>Serena was plenty slick but Nicholas went to the bedstand and from a drawer produced a small bottle of lubricant, which he applied to his hand, cock and Serena's plump rear bud. He pushed a finger inside her ass, up to the knuckle and felt her sphincter tighten around it.<br/><br/>"I'm going to fuck your ass now," he said. "But you have to tell me that you want it."<br/><br/>His finger worked her clit as he moved to straddle her hips.<br/><br/>"Tell me what you are and tell me what you want," he said. "Do it,<em>and do it now.</em>"