Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Chelsea woke to find David gone. She got out of bed, used the toilet, then headed down the hall, her bare feet slapping the hardwood floor. As she entered the kitchen she saw David putting a waffle on a plate.
"Good morning sugar pussy." He greeted her with a grin.
Chelsea sat down at the table and said, "You know you're the only one who can get away with calling me that...but coming from you I like it."
For an answer, David's grin widened.
He put a plate with a waffle topped with fresh strawberries and whipped cream in front of her.
"Since our time has been cut short I didn't want you thinking I was going to take advantage of you then turn you out into the cold."
"David, I am so sorry about them coming up here," Chelsea's pretty brow creased with a frown as she spoke.
"It isn't your fault." David replied moving to her and taking her chin in his hand, "It appears they don't want you to have any kind of private life. You know I seldom say anything about your life there. I will say this, don't let them take everything away from you. I may joke about using you, but I'm not the user, they are."
He pulled her to her feet and looked down into her eyes as he said, "They will use you up and cast you aside when they're done without a second thought."
Chelsea saw his brow furrow, then saw something in his eyes she had never seen there, a cold, angry darkness as he said in a flat emotionless voice," If they hurt you I will be angry. Very angry."
She stared up at him and could feel the raw, dangerous intent behind those words.
"David...I...I...lo..." She didn't get to finish.
Before she could he covered her mouth with his hand.
"Don't! I can't, I won't. We need to keep this simple. I've enjoyed every second we've been together. You are a special young woman. I told you back at the beginning, in another time and place I would have taken you as my wife. But here, now, it can't work. I'm too old, you're too young. I'm set in my ways here in my tiny little corner of the world. You have most of the rest of it at your feet. It's not that I don't want it. Damn girl, I miss you every time you leave, but I'll be damned if I'll be a drag on you. So let's keep it on a casual level. Eat your waffle and head back. I'll be here waiting when you want another time out from that life."
A tear slid down her cheek. David wiped it away with his finger and said softly, "Don't cry sugar pussy. How am I supposed to use you again before you leave if you cry?"
She smiled, threw herself against him, and reveled in the solid feel of his chest.
He pushed her away and in a falsely grumpy voice said, "Eat!"
She sat down and began to eat her waffle taking her time enjoying each mouthful. She never ate such things any place else, only here. When she was done David picked up her plate, dropped it into the sink, took her hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom. He stopped by the bed, turned to her and slowly began to pull off her robe, then pulled the T-shirt she wore as a nighty up over her head.
He stepped back and said, "Damn Sugar Pussy, Every time I see you like this I am always astounded at how beautiful you are," He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth as he added softly, "and how lucky I am."
She giggled and began to pull down his pajama bottoms as she said," You don't have to charm me; I'm yours already. You were going to use me remember?"
They climbed onto the bed together and he took her in his arms. He began to slowly kiss down her body. As he did Chelsea could feel the sexual energy begin to build inside her knowing what was coming. David used his thumb to spread the petals of her sex, then leaned forward and stopped with his mouth a fraction of an inch from her glistening lips. Chelsea could feel his breath blowing gently on her pussy. As the seconds ticked by his warm, gently insistent breath caused the sexual tension inside her to build.
Finally, she gasped, "Oh god! Touch me...touch meeeee."
David leaned the fraction of an inch and placed his mouth over her clit, sucking at it as he did. The hot breath on her pussy had pushed Chelsea to a state of high arousal, so high that when David sucked on her clit, a huge orgasm burst inside her thundering through her body. As he heard her cry out David slid up and pushed into her. He lay still, buried inside her as her orgasm faded, then he began to fuck her, slowly. Soon though his passion for her caused him to speed up and before long he was pumping into her in a hard steady rhythm.
"Oh...fuuuuck!" He groaned as his cock spasmed, filling her with rope after rope of his cum.
When he was finished he lay buried inside her as he whispered, "Time for you to go back."
"I know." She whispered as she pulled him closer, "I don't want to but I know I have to."
30 minutes later David watched her drive away.
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George sat behind his large mahogany desk waiting for Chelsea. There was a straight-back wooden chair sitting in front of the desk with a couple of bright lights trained on it. The desk, lights and chair had been chosen and arranged to make a visitor feel like they were in a hot seat, make them feel inferior, intimidated by his imposing presence behind the large desk. And that's exactly how George wanted them to feel, especially Chelsea.
The intercom chimed and George's receptionist said, "Sir. Miss Fortnier has arrived."
"Send her in," George said.
The door opened and Chelsea entered. The receptionist closed it after her.
"Please, sit," George said amicably.
Chelsea sat in the chair in front of the desk and immediately felt like she was about to be interrogated, which was exactly how George wanted her to feel.
George steepled his fingers and spoke over them, "Let us not bandy words. Over the last year or so you've grown lazy. You cost me a lot of money because you refused to do the Vegas shows. You've taken days and days off which cost me more money. This has got to stop! You have to work harder! And you have to stop disappearing when you feel like it!"
Chelsea was nervous but had decided to stand her ground.
"You make enough money from my talent," She said with only a slight nervous quaver in her voice," I need the time I take off to recharge. I will not stop taking it."
George smiled, pulled out the photos Susan had taken and tossed them onto the desk in front of Chelsea.
As she saw them Chelsea's face paled, "Where did you get these!"
