Property Disputes

Sophia's eyes sparkled with amusement, her gaze locked on Patrice's as she asserted her control. Her voice was low and husky, the words dripping with a subtle challenge that left Patrice's breath catching in his throat. His eyes flashed with a Mix of surprise and desire, his pupils dilating as he processed the spark of defiance in Sophia's tone.

Patrice's hands, still resting on Sophia's ass, tightened their grip, his fingers kneading the soft flesh as he pulled her closer. His mouth, still inches from Sophia's, curved into a slow, sensual smile. " Oh, is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Sophia's lips curved into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yes, that's so," she replied, her voice dripping with confidence. "You may have a wonderful cock, Patrice, but that's not all it takes to own me."

Patrice's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and desire, his pupils dilating as he processed the spark of defiance in Sophia's tone. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Then what does it take, Sophia?"

"That is why you don't own me...the person who does won't have to ask me how" Sophia replied as she started to rise off his cock.

As Sophia's words hung in the air, she slowly rose off Patrice's cock, her movements deliberate and controlled. The sound of their heavy breathing was the only noise that filled the Mercedes, the tension between them palpable. Patrice's eyes never left Sophia's face, his gaze burning with intensity as he processed her enigmatic response.

Sophia's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, her lips curving into a subtle smile as she reached for the door handle. The soft click of the mechanism was like a punctuation mark, signaling the end of their intimate moment. Patrice's hands, still resting on Sophia's hips, tightened their grip, as if **** to let her go.

Sophia knew she had him right where she needed him to be in order for her to maintain the upper hand in their relationship. "This was nice...are you going to be able to give me a ride to the party or should I get a car?"

Patrice's hands, still grasping Sophia's hips, hesitated for a moment before releasing their hold, allowing her to slide out of the car. The cool evening air rushed in, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and fresh cut grass, as Sophia's legs swung out of the Mercedes and onto the driveway. Her high heels clicked against the pavement, the sound echoing through the quiet evening air as she stood up, smoothing her dress over her hips.

As she reached for the door handle, Patrice's voice cut through the silence, "I'll drive you to the party." His words were laced with a subtle possessiveness, a hint of a growl that made Sophia's lips curve into a knowing smile.

"Great, let me just use your powder room so I can straighten up" she bent over and gave him a view of her very creamy pussy turning her head back to give him a wink before she began to walk to the entrance of Patrice's mansion.

Patrice knew he had to impress her with more than a "powder room" and so he got out and led her into the house to his master bathroom.

As Patrice led Sophia to the master bathroom, his hand instinctively found the small of her back, his fingers splayed across the curve of her spine. The soft fabric of her dress seemed to whisper against his palm, and he felt a renewed surge of desire at the gentle pressure of her body against his. Sophia, sensing his touch, smiled to herself, the movement barely perceptible beneath her composed expression.

The master bathroom was a symphony of marble and glass, the soft glow of the LED lights casting a flattering sheen on Sophia's skin as she moved into the room. Patrice gestured towards the mirror, his eyes never leaving hers as he withdrew a fluffy towel a luxurious robe and towel from the linen closet.

"You can take a shower if you like...it has a full body jet system so you can freshen up before we go."