Nick S Newest Conquest Ch 02

Part 1 Recap:

Julia's desirable new boss, Nick, has been trying to seduce her for weeks. She finds herself extremely tempted due to Nick's superiority as a man, but she manages to resist, barely, out of loyalty to her husband. Nick, however, is determined. He waits until he can sense that she is about to ovulate - when her resistance will be at its weakest - and finds an excuse to get her alone in his apartment. It is then that he finally seduces her, and it is the greatest sexual experience of her life. Afterwards, the severity of what happened begins to sink in. (Note: Heather and her husband, referenced below, are characters in my previous story, "My Wife's New Boss.")

Nick was ready for this. He was ready to help Julia process the stark realization of what just transpired between them, after they had made love in his apartment. He understood women better than they understood themselves - married women especially, who were the majority of the women he fucked - and he knew what would be going through her mind at this moment. And he knew

exactly

what to do.

Nick had wanted to get Julia into bed with him the entire time she had worked for him - in fact, seducing a woman like her and ensuring a constant supply of daytime workplace sex was the sole reason he sought to hire a secretary to begin with. But he recognized early on that Julia would be a tough nut to crack. She was one of the precious few women he had encountered who was so inherently loyal and true to her husband that his initial attempts to get her to go out with him and have sex with him had been rebuffed.

Julia reminded Nick of Heather, his very first conquest.

Heather

had been a tough nut to crack, too, but boy did he crack

that

nut. He had a lot of fun with Heather. Eventually, though, Nick had let Heather go - he had finally allowed her to once again be the sole possession of her husband. Yes, that's right - her pathetic, weak husband, whose blatant attempt to assassinate Nick had easily been foiled by the security personnel who protected him as effectively as the Secret Service protects the President. Her husband's actions didn't anger him, of course - he had expected it, for one thing, and it had given Nick a small measure of respect for him. And, since Nick felt he had tormented her husband enough, he only allowed him to be roughed up a little - just enough to dash any hopes he had of ever exacting revenge.

Just as it was with Heather, Nick found himself shocked at Julia's initial resistance to his advances. He had slept with hundreds of women in his lifetime, and such was his desirability and his uncanny understanding of the female mind and his inhuman ability to manipulate women that he never failed to seduce them, married or unmarried. That kind of loyalty and restraint in a woman was

unheard

of in the face of such temptation. He was impressed. And, just as it was with Heather, it made him want Julia even more. It became his life's

mission

to fuck her.

Nick knew he would have to pull out all the stops if he was going to be able to seduce her. He knew if he pushed too hard, too aggressively, she would shut down and put up her defenses, probably permanently, and his chances would be gone forever. Then, he would have to accept his failure, wait a few weeks, find some pretense to fire her (in order to minimize the chances of her filing a troublesome lawsuit), and start over with another woman. That's when he first came up with the idea of backing off and biding his time until he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she was ovulating - when her defenses would be at their weakest, when she would be the most susceptible to his advances. He wanted to leave

nothing

to chance. And then, when that time came, he would get her back to his apartment under false, innocent pretenses, and he would make sure she gets a glimpse of his magnificent upper body, and then he would let it happen gradually, naturally, as if they were both victims of their own innate desires.

And sure enough, his plan had worked. He had fucked Julia. But he was interested in far more than fucking her. What he

really

wanted was to be able to

continue

fucking her, as much as he wants and for as long as he wants, so he would be able to have his rampant sexual needs fulfilled at the office during the workday with a woman he felt was worthy of it. And, just as he did to get her here, naked in his bed, shamelessly covered in his semen, Nick knew he would need to pull out all the stops if he was going to

truly

get what he wanted and conquer the totality of her heart, mind, soul, and body in the end.

To do that, he would need to choose his words very carefully in order to comfort her, rationalize what just happened, and help her manage her guilt.

"I don't want you to feel bad about this," Nick said, finally breaking the weighty silence that seemed to settle upon them. He was still staring up at the ceiling, but Julia turned her head toward him, which he saw in his peripheral vision. "It wasn't your fault." He paused. "It was mine."

Julia reflected on his words for a moment. It was somewhat of a relief to her that he had broached this subject, giving her an opening to talk about it. But it wasn't as simple as he had put it - she had a role to play here, too, and she knew it, and she didn't want him bearing all the blame.

"I let it happen," Julia replied, tears beginning to well in her eyes. She was now feeling the full force of her betrayal. That's what it was, after all - she had betrayed her loyal, loving husband, who always treated her so well and worshiped the ground she walked on.

Nick turned his head toward her, and his eyes met hers. "I didn't give you a choice," he said sternly, with such force and assertiveness that it interrupted Julia's descent into what would have been a pit of relentless grief. "You tried to stop it." Nick paused again. "I knew I should stop. But... I just

couldn't

."

Nick shifted his gaze back toward the ceiling, as if he couldn't bear to meet her eyes when he said what came next. "I wanted to do that since the moment I met you," he admitted, as if reluctantly revealing some long-hidden secret.

"Really?" Julia asked, shocked. She had always suspected that Nick had been interested in sleeping with her, but she always assumed he was that way with

all

women - that she was nothing more than one of countless others. She never would have imagined that he felt so strongly about her specifically. Although she was still feeling incredible regret for what just happened, the thought of a man like Nick desiring her in such a way - just as she had secretly desired him - felt

really

good to her.

Nick nodded. "That's why I shouldn't have brought you here. I should have

known

that I wouldn't be able to stop myself. And that's exactly what happened." He once again turned his head and made eye contact with her. "I couldn't stop myself. I just

had

to fuck you."

Julia found herself biting her lip. She couldn't help it. She absolutely

loved

the thought of a man like Nick - the hottest, sexiest, most desirable man she had ever met in her entire life - wanting her so badly that he couldn't hold it back. She absolutely

loved

the thought of this man wanting her for so long and struggling to restrain himself and then helplessly succumbing to these long-suppressed desires - desires for

her,

and her alone. There were dozens of women in their building who Julia judged to be far more attractive than her, on top of probably hundreds more within the sphere of Nick's influence. But, out of all of them, it was

she

that Nick desired. He wanted

her

above all others. It made her feel special - more special than she had ever felt in her entire life.

Nick spoke for several more minutes, and Julia

really

liked what he had to say. It didn't completely erase her guilt and remorse, but it certainly took the edge off. He first talked about how men and women can't control their desires. The heart wants what the heart wants, as he put it. There's nothing wrong with having such desires - they are just there, or they aren't there. It's natural. It's the way God made us.

Everyone also has a limit to what they can resist, Nick went on to say. Every person walking the face of the Earth has a breaking point, where the temptation to do something exceeds their ability to restrain themselves. Men and women have no control over that, either. Every person can find themselves in a situation where the conditions are just right and they want something so desperately that they just can't stop themselves. It could happen to Julia's own husband, too, Nick said. If the right circumstances came about - for example, if he found himself alone with a beautiful woman who desired him, and it was at a time when he was feeling lonely and rejected, and he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he could get away with it, and she was relentless in her pursuit of him and was actively trying to seduce him, coming onto him in just the right way - he would find himself so overcome by desire that he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Then, things would happen that he never intended to happen, that he never thought

could

happen. The only reason such a thing

hasn't

happened is because those circumstances have not come about. If a person didn't seek it out, it's not

them

but the

circumstances

that are to blame.

"It's just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time," Nick said. "That's why it's so important to avoid these situations. But sometimes, these situations just happen on their own. Look at what happened to us today. All I wanted to do was take you out to lunch, and then it made sense to stop here so I could change my shirt. I didn't think anything of it. But once I had you in my bedroom, something happened. I just... couldn't help myself."

Julia just

adored

the notion that a man like Nick was unable to control himself with her. Her husband was that way with her a lot of the time, too, but such unbridled passion from a man like Nick was something else entirely.

"This isn't your fault," Nick reiterated. "What

really

matters is that you didn't seek this out. You didn't ask for this. You were put into an impossible situation. We both were. And when it started, you tried to put a stop to it. You tried to stop it several times. You

told

me to stop. And I wanted to stop. I really did. And I knew I

needed

to stop. I just... couldn't."

Everything he was saying made sense to her. He was right. She never sought this out. She never even considered the possibility that something like this could happen. And, when it started, she

did

try to put a stop to it. She tried multiple times. It was still wrong - there was no denying that. She could have tried harder, after all, and she couldn't deny that she had wanted it deep down inside, and that she had enjoyed it, and that it had felt really,

really

good. But in a way, it wasn't all her fault, and it sounded like it wasn't all Nick's fault, either. They just got caught up in a situation they weren't prepared for which they had absolutely no control over.

Then, Nick addressed the matter of her husband, and Julia

really

liked what he had to say about that, too.

"He will never know this happened," Nick said. "And that's okay. It's okay that you keep it from him, because telling him would break his heart. He doesn't deserve to be hurt in such a way. And there's a way you can make things right, how you can atone for what happened and make it up to him - go home and throw your arms around him and tell him you love him and then fuck him like you've never fucked him before.

"I know men, Julia, especially married men, like your husband," Nick went on to say. "There's one thing they want, deep down inside: the love and desire and affection they got from their wives the way they did when they were dating. Most married men are starved for it. If you give him that, you'll be making him happy - happier than he ever

imagined

he could be. Instead of what happened today being a

bad

thing for your relationship with your husband, it will make it better than it's ever been before."

Nick looked at her with a stern expression on his face. "I want you to do this for me, Julia. Because, if you do that for him, although he won't know it, what took place here today between you and me will end up being the best thing that ever happened to him."

Julia

really

liked the sound of that. She truly loved her husband - she loved him

deeply

. She had started to wonder if she should reveal what happened to him. It had initially seemed like it would be the right thing to do. But Nick was right - it would destroy him. He doesn't deserve that. Keeping it from him would be a mercy. Instead of telling him and hurting him, Julia could take this secret to her grave. Instead of breaking his heart, she would make it up to him, without him ever knowing what she was making up for. And she would make him happier than he ever imagined he could be. That might go a long way toward atoning for what she did, or for what she allowed to happen.

"We should get back to the office," Nick said at last.

And that was the last they spoke about what had happened that afternoon. Julia and Nick picked up right where they had left off and talked like they always talked, even as they climbed out of bed naked, the entirety of their nude bodies exposed and in full view of each other, and began gathering their clothes which had come off only a short time ago amidst a flurry of passion and lust. They talked just like they had during lunch - about the cases Nick is involved with and the clients they mutually loathe and politics and current events. They talked and laughed just like it was a normal day at the office, even as Julia was sliding her pink, lacy panties - the ones Nick had pulled off of her not long ago - up her long, shapely legs, and as Nick was containing his hefty manhood within his jet-black briefs - the ones Julia helped remove. He tossed Julia her bra and then she put that on, finally covering her naked breasts - which Nick had enjoyed so thoroughly only a short time ago - as he was pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. Then, Julia was guiding her dress up her body - which Nick had gotten to know so extensively this afternoon - as he was buttoning the shirt he had picked out earlier but never put on until now. And all the while, they talked like nothing had happened.

But there was a moment where Julia was struggling to zip up her dress, and Nick offered his help and came up behind her and slowly zipped it up for her, and she felt overwhelmed being in such close proximity to him. She couldn't help but feel a desperate yearning for him to pull her into his arms and put his mouth on her again. But he didn't, and she quickly shrugged this idea away.

It's over,

she thought to herself.

Nick drove her back to the office. Not once during the drive did he say anything even remotely related to what happened between them in his apartment. Julia couldn't be sure how she felt about that - if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It was almost three o'clock when they got back and Nick told her to go home a bit early today. He was at his desk reading through an affidavit after she had gathered up her things and poked her head in to say goodbye on her way out. He mumbled a curt "see you tomorrow" and didn't even look up. Julia felt an unexpected pang of regret that he didn't pay more attention to her, though she quickly shrugged this away, too, and left.

Julia showered as soon as she got home. She was careful not to wet her hair so her husband wouldn't know, for fear that he would wonder why she felt the need to wash herself for the second time that day. And when he came home, she did exactly as Nick advised - she kissed him passionately, told him she missed him, and gave him a flirtatious glance that made her intentions clear. He picked up on those fairly obvious signs, then he led her back to the bedroom, and they made love. This time, Julia made it a point to seem as enthusiastic about it as she could. She knew, after all, that her enthusiasm and pleasure were of paramount importance to him - that he cared about

her

enjoyment more than his own, and that her usual

lack

of such enjoyment had always disappointed and even hurt him sometimes. It wasn't intentional; it was just something that happened over the course of their marriage - she enjoyed sex less and less as time went on. It's perfectly normal, she had always explained to him - it's normal for passion and romance to wane after a while, though she couldn't deny that it had obviously never waned for him.

It wasn't something she ever allowed herself to feel guilty about. She knew it was the same for her sister and her girlfriends, after all, since they occasionally confided with one another about these topics. And she knew she was a good wife - she never nagged her husband; they got along very well and almost never argued; they spent a lot of time together watching things on TV, even things she didn't particularly like; and she enjoyed doing things for him that he appreciated, such as cooking for him or buying him things she knew he would like from the store but wouldn't buy on his own. That agreeability and acquiescence to his needs and innate desire to satisfy him extended to the bedroom, to an extent. Since she knew how important sex was for him - and, truthfully, since she wanted to avoid his usual displays of bitter passive-aggressiveness that were the norm when she turned him down too much - she was not at all stingy in that regard. In fact, they had sex

far

more frequently than her sister and girlfriends did with

their

husbands - twice a week usually, sometimes even three. She had never felt the need to fake it, to pretend she was enjoying something that just didn't feel good for her, something she didn't really even

want

to do most of the time, but was doing only for him.

But now, she wanted to make it as good for him as it ever was, and so she was determined to put on a show for him. And

boy

did she put on a show. And then, to Julia's infinite amazement, and to her husband's infinite delight, she found herself experiencing her second orgasm of the day, although this one paled in comparison to the one she had experienced that afternoon. She wondered about this, because orgasming with her husband was so rare, but the reality was that her mind was somewhere else - it wasn't with her husband; it was with Nick. It wasn't just the fact that she was still aroused from her experience earlier that day, and that thinking about it, thinking about

him

, helped push her over the edge. There was something else, too: her knowledge that, by having sex with her husband, she was doing something Nick

wanted

her to do - that she was following his orders. For some reason, this turned her on like crazy.

It was business as usual for the rest of the evening. Julia noticed how happy her husband seemed to be from their sexual encounter earlier - from the fact that she had finally orgasmed with him - which alleviated her guilt to an extent. The remorse was still there - a dull, bearable pain in the background like a mild toothache might have been, but what started making it worse was the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about Nick. She couldn't stop replaying the afternoon in her mind and dwelling on how good it felt. She even found herself having what she knew to be very bad thoughts - for example, daydreaming about how wonderful it would be if she had never married at all and could pursue Nick to her heart's content.