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"Well, I didn't. And I won't." Mary crossed her arms resolutely. But when Teresa left her alone, she was trembling again.

The rest of the day was miserable for her. The closer four o'clock came, the more nervous Mary grew. All she could think of was how it had felt with Nate's cock sliding in and out of her body. Could she bring herself to stoop so low as to meet him? It would be saying that she was helpless to resist the man. But then maybe she was helpless. Maybe she wanted to give him in to his desires and let him degrade and seduce her.

"I think I will go to meet him," she said to herself, "but I won't go with him. I'll just tease him and run away and that'll show him where to get off." Mary pulled her sexiest dress from the closet and began to prepare herself for this last meeting.

"I'll make him want me so bad, he'll beg for it," she said between clenched teeth. The summer dress fit low across her tits, showing the small swells off to their best advantage. It fit her waist snugly, too, draping out over her plush ass in a way that she knew would have an effect on the rich Casanova. She brushed her blonde hair and tied a red ribbon in it to top things off. Turning before her mirror, Mary was satisfied with the results. And just to make her feel sexier, she put on a daringly skimpy pair of panties that were hardly panties at all. Slipping into a pair of sandals, she smiled at her reflection and headed toward the door. She'd show that Nate Rexford a thing or two. He wasn't going to get everything he wanted in this life even if she couldn't stop thinking of the pleasure she'd enjoyed while in his arms.





CHAPTER EIGHT




"You look beautiful, Mary." Nate reached across to open the door but she leaned her thighs against it, not willing to let him lure her into the car.

"I didn't come down here to go with you. I just wanted to tell you to your face."

"Oh, you're coming with me, all right." Nate took a long look at the way her dress fit her. "But why stand out there and argue? I'll take you anywhere you want to go."

"All you want to do is take me back to your bedroom," Mary snapped. "Then you'll fuck me until you're tired of me like you got tired of Teresa. All you're looking for is someone to come all over and when it doesn't work, you get rid of them fast. Maybe something's wrong with you. Did you ever consider that?"

Nate didn't look disturbed by her words. He was pulling something from his pocket. It was a roll of bills. He began to peel off hundred-dollar notes. When there were ten of them stacked up on the seat, he looked up at Mary.

"Is that enough for you to ride around the block with me?"

"How do I know I'll get all that?" Her voice shook. Was she really considering taking money from this sick and perverted man? Yes, ashamedly enough, she was. Nate had slipped the bills into an envelope, addressed it to her and put on a stamp. So he even knew where she lived. She was shaking again. But not because of the money. It was the sexy feeling she got from being purchased. Yes, Nate was buying her. And she was selling, but she wasn't really sure quite what.

He got out of the car and strolled to a nearby mailbox. When the fat envelope had disappeared inside he got back in his big car and patted the seat beside him, flushing with embarrassment, Mary got in. Twenty minutes later they were pulling up into Nate's private drive.

"I shouldn't go inside with you," she said, talking at the big front door.

"You don't have to, of course." Nate opened the door for her and let his hand softly brush her shoulder. Mary went in. The door closed behind her. She felt like a soft, helpless deer who'd wandered into a trap. "Royce is gone today," Nate told her. "In case you're worried that he might be lurking around."

"I'm not worried about anything. Why should I be? I just came to stay a little while. You can't make me stay any longer than that."

"Look at you. You're trembling. And I know what you makes you tremble." Nate touched her waist, letting his hands caress the outward swells of her hips. He kissed her forehead, then her temples. Mary stood as still as possible, but her breathing had gotten faster and her heart was thumping so loudly she was sure Nate could hear it.

"Don't…"

"I'll give you another five-hundred dollars to take off that dress."

"No… I…"

"Six hundred." He kissed her neck softly. His fingers were working on the button halfway down her back. Mary struggled weakly but the button was open now and Nate turned her to kiss the uncovered spot. "Seven hundred," he murmured.

"Yes."

The dress was slipped from her shoulders. It puddled around her ankles, and the feeling of being naked while standing in the middle of the palatial living room thrilled Mary more than she wanted to admit. She was wearing only sandals and her panties now, and Nate's mouth was hot and wet as he kissed her back and shoulders and gently cupped one small tit so that he could slide his lips around the nipple.