Chapter 166: Go Away

(Triggered Warning: This `chapter`` contains a sexual scene and inappropriate words. If you're not comfortable reading it kindly skip it and move to another `chapter``)

Nathan allowed the enchanting woman to slap him across the face seven times. Then he threw her on the bed and gave her a grumpy look. “Have you had enough?” he asked as he unbuttoned his black shirt to reveal his tanned pecs and the scratches on his neck and collarbone.

“It’s not enough!” Crystal shouted. She thought - I could hit you a million times, and it still would not be enough! His old lover, Helen, had moved into their house with her servant, and she was pregnant with his child. This invasion of her space was unquestionably his fault, and although she had slapped him seven times, it did not feel like nearly enough punishment.

Nathan took her hand forcefully and said, “I am giving you the right to hit me, but only me. I don’t want to see you abusing any other men. Do you understand?”

Crystal snorted but didn’t say anything.

“Every time you slap me,” Nathan added, “I will fuck you. You just slapped me seven times. Are you ready to pay?” He pushed her onto her back on the bed. Then he undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. Crystal’s eyes went nervously to his groin. His c*ck looked like a caged beast. It stretched his underwear, and she could tell by the wet spot at the head that it was more than raring to go.

Nathan eyed her lustily as he touched himself over the thin fabric. “Good girl,” he said.

“You know what to do.” When she didn’t do as he wanted, he grabbed her by the wrist and forced her to cup his testicles in her hand. Then he tried to force her other hand around the base of his c*ck. She was afraid, though, that if she touched it, it would fill her up, eat her, and she would be unable to get out of bed. But she couldn’t pull her hand away. He wouldn’t let her. Of course, he couldn’t make her stroke him.

Finally, Nathan gave up on trying to get her to give him a hand job. Then, he climbed over her body, pinned her to the bed with his weight, and began to French kiss her.

Crystal’ eyes enlarged as his nose rubbed up against her. His breath was hot, and the smell of his sweat permeated her senses. She flinched as he ground his c*ck against her mons pubis.

He pushed up her nightdress, and his delicate fingers ran from her belly button to the hem of her panties, underneath the fabric and through her thin patch of pubic hair, to settle just above her clitoris. Crystal writhed under the invasion, and when his fingers finally settled between her labia, her hips rose to meet them.

Nathan was like an angry beast. He gripped her earlobe with his teeth and ran his tongue along her skin. Then, when he began to French kiss her again, she became an active participant. He applied pressure to her vulva, her toes curled, and she uttered a low moan.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and they both froze.

“It’s time to eat,” said Nanny Elma from the hallway. The house was old, and the walls were thin. Thus, Elma knew what they were up to, and she’d intentionally interrupted them. She’d seen Helen sitting on the sofa. The poor girl could hear everything, and her face had been as white as a sheet.

Nanny Elma thought that Crystal and Nathan were shameless, and when no one answered the door, she knocked again.

“She’ll go away,” Nathan whispered. Then he bowed his head and bit Crystal’s lower lip. She cried out as a line of blood appeared, but when he kissed her again, the taste of it mingled between their mouths, and it was sexy as fuck.

Nanny Elma knocked three more times, and Nathan threw a pillow at the door. He shouted at her: “Go away!”

Nanny Elma’s face turned red. As much as she’d wanted to interrupt what was going on in the room, it hadn’t been her intention to piss off the Master of the House. She stumbled down the stairs, and when she got to the bottom, she turned away from the living room. As upset as she knew Helen was, she couldn’t bear to look at her.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Nathan and Crystal began to go at it like animals, and before long, their moans echoed throughout the villa.

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After having both had multiple orgasms, Crystal was exhausted, but Nathan still hadn’t gotten enough. She wondered where he had gotten his strength. After all, he had not had breakfast or lunch. But he had spent his seed inside her so many times that she had almost fainted.

“Can we take a break?” Crystal cried. “I’m hungry.”

Nathan smiled like a Cheshire cat and said, “I’ll feed you.”

Crystal sighed. He knew what he was thinking. Just go along with it - she told herself - sooner began, sooner done.

Nathan set her up on the edge of the bed, stood up in front of her, and when he pressed himself against her lips, she took what he had to give. Then, when he’d finally finished, he carried her into the bathroom, bathed her, and fucked her once more in the bathtub.

When they got back to the bedroom, Crystal was so weak that she could barely walk. So, he put her in one of her nightdresses, blow-dried her hair, and carried her downstairs.

Nanny Elma and all of the other servants greeted them at the bottom of the stairs. Crystal frowned when she saw Elma. She liked her privacy, and if she had her way, she wouldn’t have all of these people hovering about all the time. On the other hand, it was not something she was used to, and it was overwhelming.

Nanny Elma: “Dinner is ready, Sir.”

Crystal buried her face in Nathan’s chest. She felt very exposed, and she was embarrassed. She knew that everyone in the house knew what they had been up to, and it shamed her.

Nathan carried her into the dining room. He set her down in the chair closest to the kitchen. Then he kissed her on the forehead and sat down across from her. “Well,” he said. “Let’s see what the staff have prepared for us. I’m starting!”