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Chapter Seventeen – The Plan (Edited by Curtis. Thank you.)
"Sssh! Don't make a sound."
Patrick didn't try to hide his smugness as he clamped his hand over Elise's mouth.
Before she swung around she already knew, by his musky masculine smell and his hardness pressing against her ass, exactly why he had come.
"I told you, never come up to my room," she hissed, pulling him further into the en suite.
"Oh, so you want me to take you in here, the bathroom?" he chuckled as he looked around at the tiled and mirrored walls.
"Will you please keep your voice down?"
"Oh, so you want me to take you in here, the bathroom?" he repeated, his voice dropping to a mock whisper as he grinned down at her.
"Have you made the arrangements?"
"I sure have." Patrick moved closer and began fondling her breasts through the soft fabric of her dress as he spoke.
"But when? When will you come for me?"
"Sunday. Early Sunday morning, around eight," he told her, leaning down and turning his head to allow his lips to brush over the side of her neck and shoulder.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you, so much," Elise grinned and let out a little sigh of relief as her body visibly relaxed.
Patrick hesitated, as if gauging her reaction, before slipping one hand down between her thighs. "You haven't forgotten our other little agreement have you?"
"Don't worry, I haven't…"
The arrangements had all been made. Patrick would come for her early one morning after one of Layla's little get togethers. No one in the house ever stirred much before midday after these little parties, so it would be the ideal time. Elise would then stay with Patrick for a few months, in hiding, until things settled down. Of course, she was aware of what that would involve. Sex, sex and more sex with Patrick, and more than likely with a few of his male friends, also. She chuckled softly and thought, 'Well, there are surely worse things in life.'
"Oh, you smell so fucking good, you sweet little whore…" Patrick buried his face in her hair and began roughly squeezing one of her breasts. "You love it hard and hot, don't you, bitch?"
"Will you stop it! We can't do it here..."
Patrick ignored her protest, "Just relax; it's no big deal." Elise moaned and closed her eyes. There was no denying it—she had certainly developed a taste for sweet pain.
"Strip for me, bitch! Take off all your clothes."
Gripping at her dress, Elise drew in a deep breath to compose herself, then took a step back. "No, not here, somewhere else!" she hissed.
Patrick looked her up and down, gazing lustfully at her for a moment, then lunged forward. Impatiently, he grabbed the hem of her dress, whipping it up to her hips, then rubbed his hands up and down her legs and ass. "I don't have time for this. We stay here!" He told her.
Elise's body stiffened. What if Rose were to walk in and catch them?
No panties?" he quipped. "You must have been expecting me after all."
"My mistress has forbidden me from wearing under my dresses," Elise hissed, tying to squirm free.
"I like the way that woman thinks," Patrick smirked.
"I think we should continue that edict when you come to stay with me."
Elise glared up at him as he pressed the lower half of his body to hers. Much as she disliked his smarmy attitude, she couldn't deny his good looks, or the hard bulge now in his trousers now pressing against her belly. She took a deep breath, inhaling his musky and masculine scent, then grabbing hold of his collar, she clenched her teeth and tore open the fabric of his shirt. Several buttons popped and fell onto the tiled floor. For a moment Elise hesitated, licking her lips and running her hands on his firm muscular chest, gently squeezing his nipples between her fingers. Leaning down, she gently kissed his left nipple. He moaned, and she took a moment to smile up at him before pressing her lips against the other papilla, only this time she opened her mouth a little farther and bit down. Patrick's body convulsed and he cried out, "What the hell did you do that for?"
Elise smirked, "That's for being such a bastard."
Patrick grinned, "You and I are going to get along just fine, I can tell." And with that he began hungrily kissing and licking at her neck and groping at her full, ripe breasts. His hand slipped down between her legs, rubbing up and down the length of her thighs before roughly fingering the soft smooth folds of her cunt. Oh, yes, the bitch felt good and wet! As he lifted her ass up onto the vanity several bottles toppled, clanging as they fell over. Patrick and Elise ignored them; nothing else mattered.
Now, panting like a bitch in heat, Elise closed her eyes. The clinking of his belt buckle told her that his hard cock would soon be hers. Yes... his cock... for her pleasure. Patrick may have been vain, but he sure had plenty to be vain about. Commandingly handsome, and obviously extremely virile, Elise couldn't remember experiencing a better man. She opened her eyes to look into Patrick's, and she realized, 'The bastard's watching himself in the mirror!'
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A little while later, as Elise lay soaking in her bath, she wondered if Patrick's house would be as large and palatial as Layla's. How long might she stay with him? She wasn't sure. Men needed to be deal with differently from women. Her mind drifted back to her father and her stepmother, Jean. Her kind and loving father had taught her many important things, but ironically it was Jean who had taught her the most important lesson of all. Not directly of course, but seeing that woman flirting with her father made Elise realize, at a very young age that to control a man's cock is to control him. 'Men are hard when they're soft, and soft when they're hard.' Elise smiled.
All that activity had made her rather hungry, and so after bathing she slipped downstairs for something to eat. Upon entering the kitchen, she saw Rose sitting at the table sipping a cup of tea. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up. Then, in a low, emotionless voice she said, "I'm going to give you some advice, Elise..."
'Elise;' just 'Elise.'
Rose never called her that! "…as a friend and nothing else. Keep away from that bastard, Patrick. He's nothing but trouble."
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