Richard smirked, a wicked glint in his eye as he watched Amelie's face contort with reluctant arousal and muffled protests. He could feel her hot, wet mouth engulfing his thumb, her tongue instinctively curling around the invading digit as she struggled to accommodate its depth. "That's it, chérie," he purred, his voice a low, encouraging rumble as he pushed his thumb even deeper, the thick head nudging against the entrance to her throat. "Take it all like a good girl. Show me how much you've missed having me use your sexy little mouth."
Amelie's eyes flew wide open, staring up at Richard with a look of horrified realization as the crude implications of his words sank in. She shook her head frantically, trying to pull away as she sputtered and choked around his thumb. "Non, Richard, je ne peux pas," she gasped, her voice a strangled, desperate plea. "S'il te plaît, arrête!" she begged, tears springing to her eyes as she clawed at his wrist, trying to pry his hand away from her face.
But Richard was too strong, his grip on her chin unbreakable as he held her in place, forcing her to endure his degrading assault. He could feel her throat constricting around his thumb as she gagged and choked, her body's natural reflexes rebelling against the brutal intrusion. But he paid no heed to her distress, his eyes dark with lust and a twisted sense of power as he watched her suffer.
Amelie whimpered around his thumb, tears leaking from the corners of her tightly shut eyes as she tried desperately to hold back the renewed surge of arousal building within her. She could feel the heat of his cock, hard and insistent, promising a thorough, brutal fucking that would put her blind dates to shame. Her body remembered the way he could fill and stretch her, the way he could pound into her until she screamed. The way he could make her cum again and again, until she was a boneless, drooling mess, begging for more.
Richard seemed to sense her weakening resolve, her traitorous body betraying her true desires. He withdrew his thumb from her mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to her swollen, reddened lips. "I can see how much you need this, Amelie," he murmured, his voice a low, knowing rumble as he brushed the slick digit over her cheek, smearing her own drool across her flushed skin. "You can't resist me, no matter how hard you try. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind is too naive to accept it."
Amelie glared up at Richard, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger, fear, and reluctant arousal. She could feel the strain in her voice as she spat out her next words, each syllable dripping with contempt. "You are delusional, Richard. Completely delusional," she snapped, her voice a high, tight squeak as she tried to push herself up on shaky arms, putting some much-needed distance between their bodies. "You think you know everything about me? You don't know a damn thing!" she hissed, her chest heaving with emotion as she struggled to regain her composure.
She took a deep, shuddering breath, her voice a strained, wavering murmur as she continued, "I told you from the beginning, this... this arrangement was only temporary. Until I found someone... someone serious. Wasn't that the deal, Richard?" she asked, her tone a mix of accusation and a hint of desperate pleading as she gazed up at him, her eyes wide and imploring. "You said you would respect my wishes, that you would leave me alone if I ever got into a real relationship. Well, I have, so I'm asking you to keep your word, please," she finished, her voice a low, urgent hiss as she glared up at him, daring him to contradict her.
Richard was silent for a long moment, his eyes searching Amelie's face with a look of calculating intensity. Amelie could see the wheels turning in his head, could practically hear the arguments and counterarguments as he weighed the pros and cons of keeping her as his secret mistress versus honoring their agreement. She held her breath, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she waited for his response, praying silently that he would keep his word.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Richard held up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, a look of reluctant acquiescence passing over his handsome features. "Alright, alright, keep your hair on," he muttered, his tone a mix of annoyance and a hint of grudging respect as he took a step back, giving Amelie some much-needed space. "I didn't think you'd really gotten into a relationship, to be honest. With your track record of dalliances, it's hard to believe that you've suddenly found 'the one'," he said, his voice a low, skeptical rumble as he used air quotes around the last two words.
He sighed, a look of reluctant acceptance settling over his chiseled features as he stepped back, putting some much-needed distance between himself and Amelie. "But I gave you my word, and I'm a man of my word. So if you want me to leave you alone, I will. I won't make this harder for you than it has to be," he promised, his tone a mix of respect and a hint of lingering regret.
Amelie let out a shaky sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping as the tension drained from her body. "Merci, Richard," she murmured, her voice a low, grateful whisper as she gazed up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of gratitude and lingering fear. "I appreciate you respecting my wishes, truly. It means a lot to me," she said, her tone a mix of sincerity and a hint of lingering resentment as she struggled to push herself up on trembling arms, trying to extract herself from the confines of Richard's expensive car.
Richard watched as Amelie fumbled and struggled, her dress riding up her thighs as she tried to maneuver her way out of the low-slung seat. He could see the way her legs wobbled and shook, the evidence of her recent climax still fresh on her flushed, overheated skin. It took every ounce of his self-control not to reach out and grab her, to pull her back down onto the leather seat and have his way with her, consequences be damned.
She began to push herself up, her slender arms straining as she tried to leverage herself out of the low-slung seat. However, in her haste and the lingering weakness from her intense orgasm, her movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. Her heel caught on the plush carpet, throwing her off balance and causing her to stumble.
Richard watched her struggles with a look of growing concern, his brows furrowing as he reached out to offer her his hand. "Here, let me help you," he murmured, his tone a low, concerned rumble as he leaned across the car to grasp Amelie's elbow, intending to help her out of the vehicle with a minimum of fuss and bother.
But Amelie jerked away from his touch, her body recoiling instinctively at the feel of his fingers brushing against her bare skin. "Non, merci," she refused, her voice a low, sharp hiss as she glared up at him, her eyes flashing with a mix of gratitude and lingering anger. "I can manage perfectly well on my own, thank you very much," she said, her tone a mix of annoyance and a hint of lingering anger as she finally managed to extract herself from the car, tumbling out onto the pavement in a tangle of long, shapely legs and disheveled dress.
Richard couldn't help but smirk as he watched Amelie stumble and catch herself, her heels clicking rapidly on the asphalt as she tried to regain her composure. "As you wish," Richard replied, a note of amusement in his voice as he leaned back against the leather seat, watching her with a look of grudging respect and a hint of lingering hunger in his eyes. "But don't come crying to me when your boyfriend can't satisfy you the way I can," he called out, his tone a low, taunting murmur as Amelie finally managed to regain her balance and smooth down her rumpled dress with shaking hands. "You know where to find me when you change your mind."
Amelie let out an exasperated sigh, her cheeks burning with a deep blush of embarrassment and lingering anger. She whirled around to face Richard, her eyes flashing with indignation as she raised her hand and flipped him the bird, the universal gesture of disdain. "Va te faire foutre, connard," she muttered under her breath, her tone a low, vicious hiss as she turned to stalk away from the car, her heels clicking angrily on the pavement.
Just then, she heard the electric whir of the window lowering, the sound making her freeze in her tracks. She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes widening in shock as she saw Richard holding up a scrap of lacy fabric, the unmistakable remains of her soaked, discarded panties dangling from his long, dexterous fingers.
Amelie's blush deepened to a shade of crimson that would put the reddest of red apples to shame. She could feel the heat of her embarrassment burning through her skin, setting her nerve endings alight with a mix of shame and lingering arousal. "Rrrrgh, you're r-répugnant," she hissed, her voice a strangled, mortified whisper as she spun around to face Richard, her hand outstretched and grasping for the ruined garment with desperate, trembling fingers. "Give them back, you... you jerk!," she warned, her tone a low, vicious hiss as she leaned in through the open window, trying to snatch the panties from his grasp before anyone else could see her humiliating predicament.
Richard smirked, a wicked, amused grin spreading across his handsome face as he held the panties just out of Amelie's reach, watching with a look of gleeful sadism as she strained and stretched to grab them back. "What's the matter, chérie?" he taunted, his voice a low, mocking rumble as he dangled the scrap of lace teasingly in front of her flushed, desperate face. "Forget something?" he asked, his tone dripping with false innocence as he watched her squirm and blush, reveling in her mortification. "Or maybe you just like giving me these as a souvenir to remember our time together?" Richard finished, his voice a low, wicked murmur.
Amelie's face burned with humiliation as she lunged for her panties, her fingers brushing against Richard's as she tried desperately to snatch them back. "Yes, you idiot, I did!" she snapped, her voice a high, mortified squeak as she finally managed to grab the soaked, crumpled lace from his grasp, balling it up in her fist and hiding it behind her back like a shameful secret. "And you're a disgusting, despicable, horrible man for doing this to me!" she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger and lingering arousal as she glared at him, her chest heaving with emotion. "I can't believe I ever let you touch me, you... you bastard!" she finished, her voice a low, vicious hiss as she turned to storm off, her heels clicking rapidly on the asphalt as she fled the scene, her cheeks burning with a deep, shameful blush.