WHERE SHALL I TOUCH NEXT, LITTLE GIRL

She looked back and apologized but the man did not seem to bother with her and only looked ahead with a hard gaze. "I...when and where shall we meet?"

He smiled. An evil one that sent shudder to her spine. Coolly he responded. "I will be waiting along the alley. Dont be late. We dont want to appear in court now do we?"

As he took large strides and walked away, Phantasy stared at the mans back view and placed a hand on her chest. "Let's calm. Dont over react. Just lub-dub and dont send any signal."

Sarah appeared few seconds after and smiled at her friend. "I just rembered, we have enough nutella at home. Let us leave. You have too meet a particular someone." she was almost squealing as she said the last part.

Why was her friend more excited that she was supposed to be?

It seemed as though Sarah had already planned to ditch Phantasy as she had no trouble leaving her in the alley. A black sleek car halts in front of her and the passenger door opens. She bends a little to see Nicholas in the passenger seat. She hopes in and he leans over to close the door, the proximity of his head to her breast made her suck in a deep breath.

"I could have done it myself." she uttered and looks at him.

The man regarded her with a shrewd eyes and faintly smiles. The car ride is smooth and safe until the driver makes a sudden U-Turn making Phantasy crash into Nicholas who caught her with swiftly. Hands grabbing her shoulders. He gave a stern look to his assistant through the mirror and spoke.

"Be careful."

"I am sorry Boss."

The ride continues and Phantasy pretends she did not feel his hands gently press the sides of her breast.

"Pervert."

He did not look at her but replied. "That is rich coming from you who attacked me in the middle of the night."

"That was a mistake. I already apologized."

He glanced at her this time, his gold eyes shining, possibly amused at her reaction to him. "With a sticky note that simply wrote 'Sorry' right after a sticky night."

She gulped and pressed her hands together feeling the sweat between them. "Where are we headed to?"

"My house." he genuinely replied and watched her face go from pink to a deep shade of red.

She didnt make any comment and simply sat there in silence calculating how long she had before she fell into his traps. From the look of things, the man had something planned.

"Your home is beautiful and very warm." she murmured staring at a flower vase, distracted by his presence.

"It is." he whispered his cold breath fanning the nape of her neck.

She turned to him and saw that he was so close they simply needed a lean to sniff each other. "I..." Phantasy stuttered and composed herself. "The flowers look beautiful."

"Do you know what they mean?" he questioned, leaning over to pick a rose form the vase. His actions cornered her between the desk and him and she had no choice but to have her face buried in his shirt. Her chest heaved up and down furiously and her mouth felt chapped. He did not move away but tucked a rose in her hair, and whispered. "It means 'Only You Know How I Feel."

Phantasy raised her head to stare at him, his lips an inch away from hers. She leans in to his touch letting her breasts graze his shirt which caused a sensation between her legs. She tilts her head higher and stares at his lips.

Nicholas swallowed hard and cups her face, his lower body capturing hers as he pressed it to himself and she squirms feeling the heat between them turn higher. His large hands grab her by the tigh and he clears the desk, placing her on it. The flower vase falls and shatters but they both donr kind as they are immersed in the sexual tension between them. Her breathing turns heavier, she stares at him, waiting for another reaction.

He applies force on her thighs and wraps her legs around his waist, pushing her backward a bit. She squeals when she feels it and bit her lip to remain silent.

"Do you feel it?"

Phantasy nods, unable to make a word.

"What should I do with you, Little Girl?" he asks giving her a sinister look. "This demon cannot seem to let you go."

"Dont...."she pleaded wriggling so she could feel the pressure exactly where she wanted it. Her mouth opens in bliss and her foggy eyes stares down at the point they are joined. "Please..."

He chuckles and slowly grazes his finger over her thigh, raising her dress up to get access to her soft skin. When his hand touches her, Phantasy almost cries out. The feeling was just as she had remembered.

"Smooth. Just as I remember." He leans him to kiss her neck and she raises her head giving him more access, her body pleading for more of whatever he has planned. "Did you think of it often?"

She nods and breathlessly replies. "A lot."

Nicholas buries his face into her neck and pushes his hand further finding her pelvis. He slowly trails his fingers across her lacy underwear, pressing harder on her lower tummy.

"Where shall I touch next, Little girl?" he speaks to himself. "This time, you might be stuck with me."