Willa Pryce tossed and turned all night long. Troubled by last nights Chapter Act with Nick that became all too real. Although cut short by Nick's insistence that the chapter was interpreted all wrong. Still, she lost herself to his attention. Even though she felt the reality of the acts he covered his tracks well. It was almost as if he believed he was his own character of Dorian Crane. Possessed one minute then reverting back to writer Nick Benson.
At 4 AM she decided enough was enough and got out of bed. She put on a knee level nightshirt that had a Chicago Bears logo on the front. Parading from her room she peered down the hall at Nick's bedroom. No sign of life. She decided then to check in on baby Grace easing her door open to creep up to her crib. Sleeping soundly she lightly covered her up and took her leave.
Going downstairs she grabbed a small glass of orange juice and ventured out on to the deck overlooking the ocean. The night sky left everything to desire. The smog disguised the stars, unlike Chicago. She missed that much at the very least.
She kept hearing squeaking noises coming from the lower deck which led to a small enclosed greenhouse. She had yet to check that area out. Curiosity led her down the steps until she reached the greenhouse. Glaring inside she spotted Nick lifting weights. For a writer he managed to keep astonishingly fit. She marveled at his six pack abs and rippling biceps. Even lifting weights he maintained his dislike of clothing.
It was impossible not to admire his manhood. Even during exercise his penis managed a woody. If not invincible it was still hard. She found herself wet instantly.
As his repetition halted she watched him sit up straight and stretch. He winced as if his shoulder was in agony. After a few moments it passed and he found himself palming his dick. Stroking it gently she wondered if he had jerked off earlier after he stopped playing with her. Perhaps not.
Unsure if she should approach him after her comments of last nights exit she started to turn. Then inspiration hit her, Claire Benson demanded she keep him inspired. The risk might prove valuable. In response she turned and opened the greenhouse door, entering.
Nick heard the door and stopped touching himself long enough to observe her shuffling toward him.
"Couldn't sleep either?" She spoke.
"I needed my daily workout. Mind for writing, muscle for body. Should you be down here leaving my daughter alone in the house?"
It hadn't occurred to her. Turning pale she started to dart away only to have Nick reach out and clutch the hem of her nightshirt accidently ripping it. Stopping cold she glared back at Nick.
Nick sneered at her then yanked at the shirt as hard as he could shredding it up the left side. Standing swiftly he took both hands and tore the garment all the way to her armpit. She trembled harshly trying not to drop her juice glass.
Noting her attempt he swatted the glass away landing it in a row of plants. Shock set in for Willa. His expression was emotionless. Stopping only a moment to grimace he ripped the shirt off of her save for the neck. A pull away from her made her lose balance until her head escaped the collar. Naked now she stood terrified.
As swiftly as he had tore it from her he stepped away to gently spread the shirt down over the dusty wood floor.
She couldn't move.
Finally, he moved to grip both of her arms and step her toward the shirt.
"Another Bear rug. Let's get that chapter right this time."
Willa had no idea how to get it right. She merely kneeled there on top of her Bear's shirt. He immediately stood over her jerking off ferociously. Any attempt on her part to touch him led him to whisper, "BATTLE!"
She quaked staring up at him without blinking. Then it dawned on her. BATTLE must have an inner meaning. Her thoughts raced. Bat as in eyelashes? Bat as in the monster cock in front of her like a baseball bat? LE as in LAY? TLE/ LET?
All she needed to do was lean toward him. Await his excellence as his crown hovered over her face. She opened her jaw as wide as possible and protruded her tongue. The battle was in the wait. Never lose patience. Embrace what comes as offered, or taken. That was how she deviated from the script. That was how Nick deviated from the chapter. He lost control. The Beast within was his own soul.
Grasping the truth she held her breath and not once fluttered an eyelid.
Nodding feverishly Nick Benson/Dorian Crane detonated a massive load that splattered over her entire face. Her tongue cradled a portion of his load. Not swallowing until she could feel his final expiration. Even then she used her fingers to wipe her face and lick her fingers. Showing him that she was holding out to get every drop.
"DRINK!" He bellows.
That she did.
Once done she closes her eyes and savors the taste.
He leans over and pats her cheek.
"Well acted. Rewards shall come. Be ready by 9:00. Today we Shop."
She was ready to go by 8:00. Showered, hair perfectly flowing over her shoulders, the scent of jasmine across her flesh.
Abandoning the bra he had given back to her from her completed dare she refuses to wear panties as well. She dressed in one of her knee high skirts, and a yellow button down blouse. High heeled black shoes finished her attire.
Hearing the doorbell ring startled her. Why had the intercom not buzzed? She eases her door open to listen. Noting Nick answer the door and greet a woman. They made the journey upstairs and walked past Willa's now sealed door.
She had heard the name "Charlotte" whom sounded older. After ten minutes of waiting in her room Nick came knocking.
Willa jumps up and opens her door.
She admires his black button down shirt and slacks. He was very dapper.
"Ready? I know it's early. 8:35. Morning traffic will be exhausting."
"Yes. Will Grace be well taken care of?" Willa stood concerned.
"Charlotte is our usual short term sitter. Grace adores her."
He eyes her skirt and blouse. Before she could even exit her room he reached up and unbuttoned her blouse down to her navel. Her cleavage burst into view. He then puckers at her skirt.
"Tonight we burn those clothes."
She raises a brow, "Is this part of a new chapter? Am I Sara right now?"
"I think you were born to be Sara. Don't you?"
"Are you Dorian right now?"
He grins, "Reborn."
He then turns away and lets her follow him. They reach the garage where he decides upon a red Corvette convertible. Opening the passenger door for her he then moves to the drivers seat. Car started, and garage door rising he drove onward and through the automatic gates to the street.
"This car is beautiful. Everything about this area is beautiful." She spoke holding her hair against the wind.
Nick dons sunglasses and says nothing. The entire ride was silent. Uncomfortable yet relaxing.
Entering the city limits Shops popped up everywhere. He chose where to start. Parking was easier than she imagined. He had a pass that he dangled from his mirror as if a handicap. However the tag merely had a Regal symbol of some sort on both sides of it. She didn't ask.
Getting out he left the top down even. So trusting. Opening her car door like a gentleman was charming. He then proceeded to walk away from her. Following, he entered a store where the mannequins wore next to nothing. Even the clerks could have been models.
A brunette clerk in a stunning outfit that displayed every feature she had approached them, "Mr. Benson, welcome. How is Claire?"
"She's perfect as ever. This is our new Nanny "Willa". Accent her with reds, black, white, and lavender only."
Willa's eyes bulged, "I like yellow."
He smirks, "Yellow in small doses."
The woman introduces herself as "Katrina" and takes Willa along beside her with a pleasant arm in arm.
On their journey Katrina took Willa's measurements first then set about choosing clothing for her. As Willa herself sifted through casual hangings she looked back for Nick. He had stepped out for some reason.
"Here we go. Step into that room over there and try this one on." prompted the clerk.
Willa examined the thin silky fabric blouse with spaghetti straps, and an extremely short skirt of similar material, both red. With an uneasy smile she took them into the room and tried them on. She admired herself in the mirror noting the shirt at least was nearly sheer. The shirt stopped just above her belly button showing it off. She could see her areolas ever so lightly. The skirt clung to her like a second skin.
"I think Dorian is doing the shopping here. Wow!"
Katrina knocks before entering to see her, "Lovely. I have one of each of these outfits and colors. Nick told me to have you try these on and step out for him to see you."
Red underwear, tight, lacey, and even more sheer than the other clothing. Willa swallowed hoarsely as she changed. A hand covers her mouth out of awe. The bra and panties showed essentially everything. Her nipples were only covered at the bottom of the bra, as was her pussy. Her thin runway of reddish pubic hair was exposed.
With a cold chill she opens the room of the door and steps out. Nick was off to her left out of view. Katrina in front of her pointed in his direction and waved her out into the open. To her shock there stood Nick along with three other men. She began to cover herself with her arms until she noted Nick's expression.
She decides instead to do a 360 on her toes to let them view her front and back. The men merely smiled faintly as Nick nodded his approval, "One of each color, Katrina. Continue your shopping."
Willa returns to the changing room followed by Katrina.
"That was rather unexpected." Willa shivered.
Katrina warmly shares a smile.
"Ordinarily that would be against store policy. There must be something special about you."
"I'm just the Nanny. I can't say I approve of the clothes but they are free."
"Of course." Katrina shyly grins before handing her a mini dress in black that had nearly full frontal cleavage yet held together by thin laces. Those said laces tethered from hips to waist. More flesh than dress she thought.
Katrina opens the door for her and motions her back out into the store. This time there was a fourth man. Nick used his finger to motion her to spin again. She does so to their timid attention. After a moment he holds his hand out to her and pulls her to him.
"I have no idea who these men are. Merely passerby's on this hot spring day. I only asked them to a fashion show." He then scoots her closer by the small of her back until she faced each of them.
"Hello." She whispers.
"I will buy this dress for you." A balding man offered.
"And, I will buy you one in white." Follows a tall thin man with gray at his temples.
"I guess that leaves you and I to buy a red and yellow one." chuckles a third man to the fourth.
"You buy those, I'll buy the underwear for her." He returns.
