Chapter 25: Didn’t You Say That You Will Perform Well?

It occurred to Crystal, then, that her situation was hopeless, and she stopped struggling. Then, instead of fighting off his advances, she began to return them. Her hands began to climb up his neck, her fingers passed through his hair, and she returned his kiss with vigor-and they continued to kiss passionately until they were both breathless.

Crystal’s lips were red and swollen, and when Nathan brought his hand up to touch them, she bit down hard on his fingers. Nathan shouted out in pain and anger as he pulled his hand away. “You bitch!” he hissed. “Are you a dog? Is that the reason why you like biting people so much?”

Crystal growled and said, “I am a she-wolf, and I do like biting very much, but I never bite humans. I made an exception for you, though, because you’re not much of a man!”

Nathan laughed and said, “If you are a wolf, and I am some sort of humanoid beast, I can only imagine the love we will make when I have you on all fours!”

Crystal glared at him. “You pervert!” she yelled, and if looks could kill, he would have been either dead or dying at that moment.

Finally, Nathan took a step backward. “This isn’t over,” he said.

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On the way back to the hotel, Crystal looked at Nathan and asked him, “Will you actually have a designer brought in from Paris to replace Amy’s dress?”

Nathan: “Of course. What would become of you if I didn’t? After all, you can’t afford to replace it.”

Crystal: “It’s not a big deal. I am a big girl. I can compensate her for her losses myself. Anyway, it was just a few drops of water.”

Nathan: “Didn’t you say that you couldn’t afford it?”

Crystal: “Sure, I don’t have money, but you do. And since we’re married, what’s yours is mine. I can benefit from our marriage, right?”

Nathan saw the reasonable and vigorous look in Crystal’s eyes, and he laughed. “So,” he said. “At this moment, you will admit that what’s mine is yours?”

Crystal stared at Nathan but said nothing in reply.

Nathan rarely smiled. He always looked like a ten-thousand-year-old iceberg;- so cold. that it could make an in-home air-conditioner useless. Since he was in a good mood, she said, “I was thinking about Mr. Ford. What is to become of him?”

“I don’t care,” Nathan replied. “I will never change my decision.”

Crystal didn’t know why Nathan was so stubborn, but she thought she might get the results she desired if she changed her tack. She curled up beside him and said, “Wouldn’t you reconsider, for my sake, or the sake of our marriage?”

“For the sake of our marriage, you say?”

Nathan laughed. “We haven’t even made love yet! What kind of a marriage is that?” Crystal: “But I haven’t taken your last name yet. Marriage isn’t legal until I have your last name!”

Nathan looked at Crystal skeptically and said, “Be that as it may, Mr. Ford’s future is in my hands, and what I do with it relies entirely upon your willingness to please me and your performance.”

Performance? Crystal wondered - what does he mean by “Performance?” To Crystal, it sounded like he was hinting at something specific, but she didn’t know what it was. Nathan was looking at Crystal seductively, and she was forced to admit, if only to herself, that he was a skilled master when it came to the art of seducing women. His wicked smile was heavenly, alluring, shocking, and charming.

Crystal pulled her eyes away from Nathan’s soul-stirring smile. She reminded herself about Mr. Ford and the promise that she had made to Tiffany. She clenched her fists at her sides and said, “If it is a performance that you want, then I will give you a performance that you will never forget!”

“I had hoped you would say that,” Nathan said. He wrapped his arm around Crystal’s waist and drew her even closer than she had been. He ran his finger up her bare leg, under her skirt, and halfway up her thigh. Crystal shivered, and her skin broke out in gooseflesh.

Nathan: “Are you afraid of me?” 

Crystal: “No.”

Nathan brought his hand up a little closer to her panties, gave her leg a gentle squeeze, and said, “Why don’t you come and sit on my lap, then?”

Crystal nodded nervously and pushed herself off the seat and into his lap. The temperature of his legs was hot, like fire, and she could feel his hard manh**d pressed against her buttocks. His heat quickly spread to her skin, her blood, and her bones until every molecule in her body felt like it could boil over at any minute. Crystal’s scalp felt numb, and when she realized how embarrassingly damp her panties were, her back stiffened suddenly.. She felt as if a bolt of lightning had hit her, and

her entire body was tingling all over.

Crystal had not expected that his body temperature would make her feel so unbearably hot. She could feel the side of her left breast pressed against his chest, but she didn’t care. Her nipples stood out like sore thumbs, and they ached.

Crystal turned to look out the front window, and her face turned red when she realized that the driver was watching them. She tried to pull away, but Nathan restrained her. “Didn’t you say that you will perform well?” he asked her, and after she’d nodded her head dutifully, he said, “Well. Then perform.”

Crystal closed her eyes tightly to block out the driver’s hungry eyes and to keep back the tears. She laughed suddenly, and the sound of her voice seemed insane to her. Is this how I always sound? - she wondered as she forced herself to get control of herself. She tried to smile like a normal person, and she asked Nathan, “How do you want me to perform?

“Like this?” She nibbled on his earlobe. “Or this?” She began to kiss her way down his neck. 

“Maybe this?” She ran her fingers down his chest.

Nathan turned his head and said, “Just like that, sweet one. Keep going.”