Persistent Ch. 01

At one point, she always had to put her hands on the floor to keep her balance and at that point he pushed her harder, until she found herself in a degrading and strange position. That night, Emma's face was on the carpet, her knees were still on the bed and ass in the air. He was pumping hard, still pushing her and making her struggle to stay in balance. When she stopped making sounds or begging him, he was slapping her ass cheeks with all his power.

Emma's dignity always hurt bad when she was in such positions but she also couldn't get enough. Nick had that in him. He made women enjoy humiliation and pain.

When he raised himself on his feet, she had no balance anymore. He was holding her legs and she was going to fall if he let them go.

"You lucky dog, do you know how many women would kill to be in your place? Do you feel grateful?"

"Yes Nick, thank you, please don't stop my king!"

This conversation looked ridiculous but it had a reason.

Their sex wasn't always like that. But when he was feeling unsatisfied about something, he got rough and humiliated Emma. Normally, he kept his wife in the 'respected' zone. And Emma knew those moments, so she delivered what he wanted. She felt bad about that but those days were the hottest ones, she loved it more than she hated it. That 'king' word even made Nick laugh inside his head but he didn't want to let her know that. As mentioned before, it had a reason.

And, in such days, it didn't feel bad to be addressed as a king.

When he said "Thank me properly!" he moved his foot towards her face.

She started kissing his foot, hugging his leg "Thank you Nick, my love, my king..." her grunts filled the room.

Nick was pumping with his full power, listening to her screams with a lousy smirk on his face. It was obvious that he loved this surrender more than sex itself. When Emma was finished with her orgasm, he let her legs go, making her fall on the carpet. She crawled like a fast-moving bug to him, kissed his legs up to his balls. She was saying "Oh Nick, oh Nick's testies, please give it to me." while she was licking, sucking his balls.

He let her enjoy her submission to him for a period and then sat on the bed for her to suck his cock.

When Emma was kissing, sucking and licking his cock head, he was thinking about his vacation. He wasn't seeing that as a business trip. He never cared for business in trips, these were vacations for him.

He was impatient to go on that vacation with Linda. She was his Everest. He was going to fuck her married pussy that week. He wanted that more than anything, he even chuckled when he thought "I could even beg her to let me fuck her." knowing that such a thing would never happen. "My Linda." was the last thought when he grabbed Emma's head to keep her there when he was emptying his balls to her mouth, wishing that was Linda.

Nick managed to sit with Linda on the plane. He didn't have a single minute to waste. This was his trip to Linda's pussy.

"So, Linda. Here we are. Fate and its mysterious ways, right?" He probably thought that even being annoying would help confusing her. Hitting on her this shamelessly was a good way in his perception. This worked on most women.

He knew that acting like a bad boy let him get rid of lots of unnecessary steps to take, putting him directly in the zone where both acknowledged that intimacy, where there weren't any boundaries or rules on how they could talk.

Besides, such impertinent forwardness made everyone uneasy in his presence, both men and women. This made it easy for him to run the show everywhere. Especially classy women were startled when they were treated like that.

Linda was startled too, because she was used to see intimidated guys around her most of the time. She was gorgeous, successful, smart and that made most guys feel inferior. She gave him a look as if she was saying "Really? That's your game?" hiding her confusion.

He didn't stop talking on the way. He teased her, talked about work when she looked like she was getting agitated, complimented about her legs saying things like "Are you running? Those legs must be hard to get."

Since Linda was always in an alert mode and was analyzing every word he said, she thought "Hard to get?".

She knew he chose his words carefully. He was telling her that she did a nice work on her legs, while reminding her that he wanted to get her legs. At least he managed to make her think like that. His every sentence sounded this way. But he never crossed the line, never gave her a chance to slap him.

When she was looking towards the front seats, she noticed that he was looking at her, with his whole face and body facing her. She turned to him in a hostile way, ready to say "What are you looking at?" to see that he wasn't looking at her, he was looking out of the window on her side. Even this was a perfect example of how he constantly teased her. Like a spoiled boy trying to annoy his sister.

The problem was that, Linda was losing her calmness and control. She was getting annoyed, feeling cornered and harassed in a way she wouldn't be able to prove.

But the worst part was, she was getting numb to that feeling. This was becoming normal. She wasn't enjoying his interest in her but like a mosquito bite that you hated and loved to scratch, she wasn't that unresponsive to his actions. It was funny, as if she wanted him to do that more to make her angrier. She was feeling like she was sitting near dirt but she wasn't considering to change her seat anymore. This pathetic game was sucking her in.

He sat like that till the end of the flight. She couldn't help but look at him time to time and find him looking outside. Only once, he was looking at her. She felt some kind of a bizarre relief to see him like that; she stared at him to see he had a longing expression in his face, then he sighed.

This made her feel as if he had a genuine helpless desire towards her, which looked to be too sincere. He was looking at her as if she was a delicious food and he was hungry for days. She knew that this had to be one of his tricks but she felt a significant tingle inside for the first time. It didn't look like he was playing a game. She felt that he was going to have trouble controlling himself if there was no one around; without feeling uncomfortable enough about that idea, not as she should have.

And she worried for the first time; she had to be careful. Because, at that moment, she realized that he had his ways to penetrate other people's barriers.

She was a perfect specimen of a woman, including her character.

He was the garbage bin that women disposed of their men's worst habits or features. But his self-confidence and determination helped him see her as his match. He saw women as women only, he didn't care about their characters or social status. This confidence was visible to anyone around him.

She managed not to react to his hungry looks or make a scene and kept herself calm until the end of the trip.

He offered to carry her luggage, she kindly rejected him. He didn't listen and led the way with her luggage in his spare hand. She hated such things, she argued with Paul a dozen of times when he acted as he was in shiny armor and as she needed help. But in this case, she didn't feel that angry. Probably she didn't see it that way. This wasn't prince charming and it was obvious that he didn't care if she needed help or not. He was just showing attention, in his filthy ways.

She didn't notice or consider the main difference. Paul was doing such things in a sophisticated and educated bigotry. Nick was a genuine bigot. He did what he found fit, didn't care what the woman thought or preferred.

Some other managers were aware of what was going on.

One of them, Martin, leaned into the other one's, Steve's ear and whispered "Nick the dick is going to fuck Linda's brains out here."

Steve nodded with a wicked smirk on his face and added "I wish that was me, I can't imagine how hot she would be in my bed!"

"Keep on wishing, it took years even for Nick and even counting."

At the hotel, they settled in their rooms. Linda was resting on her bed when the door was knocked. She felt a shiver, thinking that it was Nick. Too much time with him made her agitated. She first felt some sort of an anger, thinking that this was unacceptable and he was a gauche person. Even if she knew that this was not possible, for a moment, remembering what she thought on the plane, she couldn't help but worry that he could do some unorthodox or even a radical thing such as pushing her inside and...

She didn't even want to consider the rest and got up to open the door when it was knocked again. It was Martin.

"We're meeting downstairs in 15. We reserved the small restaurant, the one near the reception." and walked to the next door to knock. Linda felt the relief until she realized that all their rooms were on the same floor. Their building was a tall one but their floor and the top floor which was above theirs had separate elevators. Probably these were for higher paying customers.

They had a short meeting in the restaurant, planned their next morning meeting which was going to be in the branch building. After the meeting, some of them went out and some went for massage. They were four executives and four other managers or assistants. They were eight people and five of them were women.

Linda called the elevator to go to her room and Nick jumped in before the door was closed. Linda felt a rush; she was exposed to that toxic man too much already and her agitation started to make her feel over the edge. As if he could try something. She acted normal but she wasn't ignoring some possible and disturbing things which could happen. He didn't even talk to her; he was acting normal and she felt relaxed before they reached their floor.

Nick held the elevator door open for her, almost aloofly, waited for her to step off the elevator. This was the second time Linda didn't feel angry at such a behavior. She was aware of that and she rationalized this as a result of her bigger worries.

But she found the way he acted a bit odd. She couldn't decide if he was mimicking a bellboy or a frustrated husband. This surely wasn't the way where a man trying to seduce a woman would act.

They walked together and he stopped at her door. Linda stopped too. What was he waiting for? For her to invite the vampire in her room? He wasn't talking but he gave her a once-over and finalized his analysis by looking in her eyes with an appreciative expression.

"We know you fancy me, idiot! Big deal!" Linda thought before opening her door and stepping in, ready to react if he tried to enter.

He didn't. He said "See you at dinner then." and walked back towards the elevator. Before she closed her door, she heard him opening the next door to hers.

He passed his own room, escorted her to her room and returned. What was that about? Being nice? Showing his interest? Was he thinking that he was her gallant for this week? Did she do something to make him think like that? She had to remind herself what kind of a man he was, to realize that anything he was doing was part of his plot or one of his many plots.

Why did she have to remind herself that? Wasn't it a given? Would it matter if he was a nice guy? She couldn't figure it out but she felt that there was something for her to reproach herself in this situation.

He was continuously stimulating her nerves in unpredictable ways and this was causing some sort of a fatigue, keeping her on the qui vive. And since she was on the alert mode all the time for false alarms, she was losing her focus on her pretty effective mechanisms. Paul was right. Him being around all day and night wasn't the same with what she was used to fight against. She had to be more careful. He was dedicated this time.

Paul called and made sure if she was OK. He didn't want to hang up and tried to understand if there was anything to worry about.

"Where are you now?"

"In my room, you?"

"I'm home. Is he there?" This was a silly question and it made Linda nervous because Paul wasn't that kind of a guy.

"What are you saying? What's happening to you? Are you that insecure?" She tried not to lose it because he was insulting her out of jealousy, she knew he wouldn't do that normally.

"I didn't mean anything, I just asked." Paul realized this was demeaning and strategically wrong. He was acknowledging Nick as a remarkable person, as if he was his opponent. "I'm sorry, I just missed you."

"Love you, don't worry."

Linda didn't feel right about that.

The Paul she knew wouldn't care even if a very handsome and an attractive guy was around her or even chasing her; he trusted her, more importantly, he trusted himself. What was wrong with him?

On the other hand, Linda was underestimating herself. She was living a normal woman's life but she wasn't an ordinary woman. There could only be a few men who wouldn't be jealous of her in such a situation. Paul wasn't one of them, Linda was his Everest by far too. He was a lucky man.

But, the only one benefiting from this situation was Nick, of course. Paul's jealousy and panic could be helping Nick appear in the 'within possibilities' zone, in her subconscious.

At night, they all sat on the same table, had a fun dinner. No disturbing stares or implications, no one hitting on another. She pitied herself for constantly being over the edge, as if she was an uptight person. She finally managed to relax.

After the dinner they moved to the bar and had a good time with lots of drinks. She decided to retire early because she realized that she was feeling a bit too relaxed.

When she was in the elevator, the same thing happened. Nick jumped in. She, again, got a bit edgy. The same thought was still there, what if he was planning to make a move? Then she noticed that she wasn't that much worried. Possibly because he wasn't acting as if he had something like that in his mind.

He didn't make a move, he didn't talk. He escorted her to her room and she felt the same again. She wasn't drunk but alcohol was there and she was feeling too vulnerable.

All possibilities were making her nervous and she felt a tiny bit of an arousal when she found herself worrying if he pushed her in and forced himself on her. It wasn't like she wanted that but there were some inviting feelings hidden under this thought. New feelings. She quickly opened her door and entered her room.

Nick said "Have a nice sleep, my News Queen, be good in your dreams." and walked back to the elevator. He came with her to her room, just to escort her and show her that he was her squire in this vacation. She was right. And 'my queen'? "What a dickhead!" she thought "What about that 'be good in your dreams'?"

She didn't even understand the gist of that sentence, if there was one. Was he telling her to have nice dreams or to behave herself? As in not to dream naughty things? With him? What a douche!

It was good that it didn't take long for her to sleep because thoughts about what could have happened if he pushed her in, started to visit her mind.

In the morning, she was getting ready when her door was knocked. She opened the door and Nick was there.

"Are you ready? We'll leave in ten minutes."

She quickly replied "Yes, just a moment." when she was walking to her bed. She sat on the bed and put her shoes on. When she looked at the door, she saw Nick watching her. He made an expression which she couldn't name. It was something between "Nice!" and "Interesting!". It wasn't in his typical ways. He looked serious.

She didn't want to ask but she couldn't help it "What was that?"

"I'm sorry but all I can say is that some people are born lucky. Let's go!"

"What the hell did that mean?" Linda wondered.

Nick was sincere that time. He was thinking that even her feet were perfect. She was beyond beautiful and he probably was affected by a woman's beauty or perfection like that for the first time in his life. The psychology of the events, his plots or goals were always more important. But this time he really desired this woman. She was the perfect creature and she had to be his.

He got a hard on fantasizing her beautiful feet in the air wiggling her beautiful toes when he was entering her. He wanted to see her expressions at the moment she was becoming his, more than anything.

Nick was sitting with Linda at the back seat of the company SUV, on their way to the meeting. He arranged four vehicles. Linda was again feeling edgy and again, less edgy than the previous time. She was certain that he wasn't a rapist or a guy who wouldn't keep his hands off her. But she knew that getting adjusted to his game could still be increasing some risks she wasn't aware of. He didn't talk on the way to the provincial branch building and in their way back to the hotel in the early afternoon.

Nick was constantly thinking about her and he had a partial erection most of the time in the vehicle. Linda caught only a glimpse of that once and she turned her head away from him for the rest of the trip.

She couldn't believe how he could not prevent such a primal thing to happen, especially in that exact situation. She couldn't banish the thought that she was the reason for his 'stance' from her head as well. And, she had some sort of primal reaction to that thought in her body and face, in embarrassment. Good thing she was looking outside at that moment.

After they returned to the hotel, Nick escorted her back to her room again. This time, he didn't leave and waited until she closed the door to his face. The look on his face looked like a puppy expecting to be adopted. He was hitting on her with all his weapons, pushing all her emotional buttons. Sympathy, thrill, seduction, surprise, pity, confusion. He was keeping his main weapons, crushing confidence and forwardness, on hold. He was saving them for the kill.

Linda was indeed confused by this expression, she even thought if he was desperately in love with her. Not that she cared but she was aware of the changes in his attitudes towards her. She, again, had to remind herself who he really was and what he did to all those women. She decided to take a shower.

She was out of the shower, drying her hair when her room phone rang. It was Nick.

"Hey Linda, why don't you join us at the pool? We'll have some cocktails and plan the rest of the week there. Don't forget to wear your swimsuit."

"Pool? Don't they have a meeting room here?"

"Why not feel like we're on a vacation at the same time? Loosen up News Queen! Don't be late." and he hung up, probably sensing that she was going to find an excuse not to join them.

She didn't like that. She didn't want to be in his presence in her swimsuit or any other revealing clothing. She wore her bikinis, a tank-top and her shorts to show less skin. Unfortunately, she was always hot, even wearing a rag wouldn't change that. She was pondering how she found herself in such a situation and if there was anything she could have done or could do to avoid socializing with those people too much.

She slipped her beautiful feet in her flip-flops and headed there. They were sitting near the pool, having fun. Nick didn't tease her or she didn't see any of the guys making the other women uncomfortable, so she got relieved in a few minutes and after her first drink. She knew that she was constantly dwelling on things like that because of Nick's behaviors or what other women told about him; she wouldn't even have cared about such things if he wasn't like that.

In an hour's time, they were all laughing at Steve's jokes, without noticing how he increased the adult content or sly innuendos in them. Drinks were coming and going, one of the female managers sat on Martin's lap for a short time before jumping in the pool, it was like a small pool party as in their college years. Everyone was in that light and relaxed mood. Linda found herself laughing at Steve's humiliating stories about one of the anchormen and his tiny dick. She stopped laughing when her eyes met with Nick's.