Nicholas was dressed in a white button-down shirt, untucked over jeans, having showered and shaved and breakfasted. He was making his plans for the day when Serena rang from downstairs.<br/><br/>He had not expected her, but he had hoped that her new hunger would bring her back to him soon.<br/><br/><em>This is soon,</em>he thought with a smile as he wordlessly pressed the button that would open the downstairs door. He stood at his apartment door, waiting for the elevator to bring Serena to him, and felt his cock harden in anticipation.<br/><br/>The mind and body were peculiar things, he thought in the moments before she arrived at his door. Just the memory of her touch, the remembered image of Serena on her back, naked and with her arms and legs open to him, were enough to bring his blood to a boil.<br/><br/>He heard her footfalls in the corridor, smiled and waited for her knock. He gave it two beats and then opened the door and smiled warmly at Serena. He looked into her eyes and got the feeling that he was both hunter and hunted, and a conspirator in a criminal enterprise as well since she was not dressed for an assignation.<br/><br/>Without a word Nicholas pulled Serena into the foyer and closed the door behind her. He saw her start to speak and gently shook his head to stop her.<br/><br/>“I see that you’re dressed for church,” he said. “But you have come to worship at a different altar.” He put his hands on Serena’s shoulders and urged her to her knees, then opened his jeans and pushed them down and off his bare feet. His cock sprang up, hot and ready.<br/><br/>“Open your mouth and taste me,” he said, kindly but firmly. “It’s so much better than a wafer.”<br/><br/>He pushed his cock into her mouth, felt lips and tongue and hot, wet mouth. He gently levered his hips, feeling warm and cool as he went in and out, delicious friction. He put his hands at her ears, feeling soft hair and tender skin and looked down at the obscene image of his cock sliding in and out of her sucking lips.<br/><br/>Presently he urged her back up to her feet, letting his hard cock escape her. It was wet and shiny as it stuck straight out from his groin. Nicholas kissed Serena’s wet lips, put his hands briefly on her breasts and then sank to his knees, putting his hands under her skirt.<br/><br/>Looking up at her, Nicholas slowly pulled down her panties, smiling ruefully at the sensible cotton underthing.<br/><br/>“God’s panties,” he said, almost to himself as he drew them off her feet. He rose and put them on a coat tree near the door.<br/><br/>“A new rule,” he said. “No panties here. If you’re wearing them, they come off when you enter and hang on this hook.” He smiled. “You can keep your shoes on, though.”<br/><br/>He returned to Serena, lifted the hem of her skirt and placed his right index finger at her clit, rubbing it gently and then he looked into Serena’s eyes. What he saw made him feel as if she were still her own woman, always would be, but there was a part of her that he now owned.<br/><br/>But he wanted to hear what she felt, what she wanted, from her own moist and slightly swollen lips that had just a moment ago been host to his rampant member. If she wanted to be owned, he wanted to own her. If she wanted to be used, he had the tool for it. If she wanted to walk through the doorway into a world well beyond her lustful dreams, Nicholas held the key.<br/><br/>With his right hand still at her sex he brought his left to the back of her head and kissed her hard, his tongue raping her mouth and sliding along her lips at the end, and then he looked again into her eyes, sliding his cock along her bare thigh.<br/><br/>“So,” he said. “Tell me why you’re here.”