Paris holds the key to her heart

Rose and Nick’s “one day in Paris” came with a caveat.

It wasn’t just one day. It was a day… and then the night that followed.

After gorging himself on French cuisine for breakfast and lunch, Nick didn’t have much of an appetite for dinner- and Rose very desperately wanted to skip right to dessert.

And so that’s how Nick found himself standing outside a suite in the Regina Louvre Hotel, waiting for Rose to give him the cosmic “okay” to enter the room.

She could hardly look him in the eye after their moment atop the Arc de Triomphe. But she held onto his hand tighter than ever before, like she was afraid if she let him go, he would never come back.

Rose could have brought them to the hotel with a snap of her fingers, but she refused. Through embarrassed stutters she insisted that they had to carry through like an actual date. So they took the jaunt to the fancy hotel, the grandiosity of which stunned even Nick. But his thoughts were too busy swirling around the reality in front of him.

He knew what Rose wanted. He’d known her for a little over a month at this point, and yet for some reason or another they never ended up in bed together since the first night she was on the show. Oh, certainly, she’d pleasured him alongside other girls that week, like Dawn and Holly, but once Nick got a peek at the real her behind the mask… it was like everything had changed. The next two rounds, she had brought other people up to the Master’s Suite with her, rendering any attempts at intimacy or intercourse a moot point.

But now… now they were alone together.

Rose had spent 5000 BP to ensure they’d have a wonderful date- and Nick could tell from the heat in her gaze as she faced him in the doorway, what would come in short order.

“Just… wait for a moment,” she said, averting her eyes and placing her hand on his chest. “I have… some things to prepare.”

Of course he wouldn’t deny her that. With a nod, he let her close the door on him, and began his eternity of waiting in the hall.

Then the door swung open.

The suite was breathtaking. The lights had been dimmed so Nick couldn’t see it in all its majestic glory, but it was clear just how fancy the décor truly was. And that didn’t even cover the size! The suite was bigger than the house he’d grown up in, he felt. At least the size of an apartment, if not larger. It took a moment for him to process everything, and then he saw it.

A road of rose petals lead towards the bathroom, and then, from the bathroom, to the bed. The door to the bathroom was wide open, and from within a sweet floral scent touched his nose. He heard a few splashes, and knew where his date would be. He felt his heart pound in his chest as he approached the door.

What he’d told Rose earlier that evening hadn’t been a lie. He really did feel like he was falling in love with her. He couldn’t quite explain the whys and hows about it, but whenever he saw her smile it made his heart skip a beat. And sexual desire had nothing to do with it; he’d found Rose to be desirable from the moment he laid eyes on her in that hot spring. No, this was something more, something deeper… something he couldn’t explain, even if he tried.

But whatever the reason he had fallen for her was, he knew that his feelings were genuine. Just as genuine as hers. She had spent so much of this date trying to make him happy, now he was adamant about doing the same.

He stepped through the doorway and arrived in a bathroom just as magnificent as the room attached to it. And there she was, sitting in a bright porcelain bathtub with bubbles up to her chin, wearing a seductive smile on her face. Flower petals floated in the bubbles as well and littered the floor around the tub. The only other part of her he could see was her arm, hanging lazily down beside the bath, holding the stem of a wine glass. A small table rested beside her a bottle of champagne and another full glass to go with it sat on the sleek surface.

“Hello, honey,” she breathed with a husky tone that sent a shiver down her spine. She batted her eyelashes at him. “Tired after a hard day’s work?”

Nick stared at her for a second, not sure what she was saying. Then her expression changed, and a determined look flashed across her face, screaming “GO WITH IT!” to him.

He went with it.

“I… yeah, it was,” he stammered, approaching her. Somehow, her hair still looked amazing even in the bath, she hadn’t even gotten it wet. How long had she spent preparing all this?

“Have a drink,” she tittered, picking up the other glass and holding it out to him. “To calm your nerves… and then maybe you’d like to join me?”

Well… he’d had shower sex, but bathtub sex? Thinking back to his first meeting with Rose, maybe she just found fooling around while submerged in water to be hot.

Nick accepted the glass and took a sip. It was delicious! His amazement must have shown on his face, because she laughed again.

“I take it the flavor is to your liking?” Rose purred, and their eyes met in a heated look.

He could feel her speaking to him just through those eyes, telling him to join her. Seeing no reason to abstain further, he began to undress, stripping off his suit. He might have torn his tie in his hurry to get it off, but that was fine. After all, these clothes weren’t real or anything.

As he stripped, Rose gazed at him with an appraising eye, and took a sip from her glass. He found her composure remarkable; the Rose he’d gone out with today would have been beside herself in embarrassment. …At least, he hoped, anyway.

That’s right, she has that roleplay transformation, doesn’t she? He realized. She must have been using supernatural means to keep herself this composed.

Then he took her up on her offer, and slid into the tub with her, displacing the bubbles around them. How convenient, it happened to be just large enough to fit two people. Imagine that. They gazed at each other from across the bubble bath, and he could feel her legs rub up against his. He tried moving as well, and his foot brushed up against something soft.

“…Mmmf!” Suddenly her façade snapped like a twig and her eyes went wide. She stiffened up and nearly dropped the glass. Setting it down shakily on the table, she shivered like a leaf. Then her lips opened and a soft sigh escaped from deep within her breast.

“Touch me,” she breathed, and he felt her hand below the water, rubbing up his thigh. He nodded and changed his position, scooting closer to her until he was practically on top of her. Their lips were close together, and he felt her fingers, from both hands this time, running over his chest.

Taking her open invitation, his began to do the same. He realized, belatedly, that this might have been the first time he was really touching Rose. Oh, certainly, they’d fooled around a few times, especially in that first round. But she had always been the one to seize the initiative. It had always been her hands playing with him, whether his chest, or his back, or his penis.

But now, she was letting him touch her. And he realized just how soft and smooth her skin was, even submerged in the bath. It felt like he was running his hands over silk. He started at her waist, which was shockingly narrow- for someone who acted so flighty and lazy, how was it possible to have such a slender physique? She must have exercised constantly when no one was looking to keep that model-thin figure. And wouldn’t that just be Rose? She held herself up as a great beauty, but…

“You’re just like a swan,” Nick whispered in her ear as his hands traveled up her ribcage.

Rose squeaked, and her eyes widened in surprise. “Swan… swans are good…” Her hands had fallen to her sides, and she was clearly trying not to moan. Was she really this sensitive? He hadn’t even touched anywhere that could be considered an erogenous zone yet.

“They’re beautiful, and gorgeous, and elegant,” Nick whispered into her ear. Something told him to kiss her right where her ear met her chin, and was rewarded with a moan for trusting his instincts. “On the outside, that is. They show everyone a flawless exterior… but beneath the water they’re kicking like mad just to stay afloat.”

To most people who saw Rose on the street, or even interacted with her superficially, they’d see the vain, shallow woman she was. But they might not guess at how hard she worked at maintaining that vanity. Her body was an investment in her future; as much as she loathed to admit it, her gorgeous face and model figure were just as vital as her acting chops if she ever wanted to succeed in show business.

And all of that was his now. All that hard work and dedication, pushing her body to the peak of physical beauty, all of it was now his to touch and pleasure as he wished.

So he did.

Master Touched Her Boobs! +2 VP

“Haan… oh… yes…” Rose moaned, tilting her head back. “Your hands feel so much better than mine ever did…”

Nick marveled at the soft springiness of her chest. It was just the right size for his liking, almost as if Rose had been built to just his specifications. Where he could have fun playing with Carly and Gina’s melons, there was something to be said about a pair of boobs that were large enough to fill his hand, and tight enough to not give in to a few caresses. Her breasts were as stubborn and defiant as she could be, and it pleased him to feel her body’s tightness for himself for once. He ran his thumb over her nipple and made her squeak again, leading her to push her chest further into his hand.

She leaned forward and rested her chin on his shoulder. Her pants warmed his ear. “Tonight’s the night,” she whispered sensually, as if there was any doubt left to be had about where things would be going.

Nick swallowed, and one of his hands left her chest to head lower, down to her legs.

Then, to his surprise, she pulled away from him completely. He looked at her questioningly but she didn’t say a word, she just stared firmly at him.

Then his mind flashed back to the setup of the room, and he realized what she was getting at. This was just foreplay. The main event would take place on the bed.

When Rose saw that he understood her intentions, she smiled, and held out her arms to him. He rose out of the bathtub and helped her to her feet, and she pressed her lips against his in thanks.

“What’s the matter?” She whispered, her fingers ghosting over his throbbing erection. “You’re not too eager, are you?”

She was teasing him again, it was obvious. But Nick knew her games by this point. Just like he knew that by kissing her on the neck again, he was still playing into her hands. But that was fine, too. He drifted down, rubbing her sides as they took tortuously-slow steps to the bed. They would have made much better progress if they just stopped fooling around and actually walked, but Rose didn’t want that.

She wanted what she wanted.

As Nick led her to the bed his lips traveled lower and lower, down to her collarbone, and then her chest, and finally landing on her left nipple, right over her heart. That pulled a full-blown moan out of her lips and her legs gave out; she collapsed into his arms and he gently pushed her back, nearly tossing her into the center of the pile of rose petals covering the bed.

Another moan escaped her lips and she arched her back, looking up into his eyes. She didn’t need to say a word to signal what she wanted; he was on her in a flash, gently pushing her down into the mattress as he climbed on top of her.

Then he realized her eyes were wet.

“…Rose?”

“You did mean it, right?” She whimpered, intertwining her fingers with his. “You do love me? Really?” She looked so small and fragile beneath him, nothing like the strong-willed seductress she showed to the rest of the world. Here, in bed with him, she was none of that- she was just a woman scared she was giving her first time to the wrong man.

“I love you,” he promised, kissing her neck again. He had no idea why it was so hot doing that, but seemed to be on fire whenever he did. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back to him, tightening her grip on his hand. “And I trust you, so please… it’s my first.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, using his free hand to guide his hard shaft towards her soaking box. As his head rubbed against her tight lips she opened herself up to him, and he realized that she wasn’t just wet from the water.

When their eyes met she blushed and looked away, her unspoken arousal evident.

Their hands squeezed tightly together and they were one.

Had Sex with the Master! +10 VP

Rose: 3000 BP + 2000 BP = 5000 BP

Rose’s eyes widened and she arched up against Nick, moaning into his ear. It felt…

Words couldn’t describe it. Thoughts couldn’t even describe it.

For a moment, Rose ceased to exist in every sense of the word. Then she came crashing back down to reality as she felt his hardness fill her up inside, bonding them together in a way that she never had been before.

“Yes!” She moaned, digging her nails into his back with her free hand. “Please! Oh, ah! Ah, putain, oui! Vas, yes! Ahn!”

Nick didn’t understand half the gibberish coming from her lips, but he didn’t care. Hearing her moan in another language was fucking hot and he forgot all about being gentle about her first time. Her nails weren’t being gentle with her back, so why should he?

He tried to pull back to give her a good thrust, only to realize that her legs were locked tightly around his back. For someone who wanted gentle missionary, she sure seemed determined to lock him down however she could.

But while all these thoughts were flashing through Nick’s head as he dug inside of her, Rose’s mind was exploding with pleasure. She couldn’t even be sure what language she was thinking in at the moment, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. Just as she’d fantasized, Nick entering her hadn’t hurt at all, her fears were unfounded! Every thrust caused a spark of ecstasy to shoot up her spine, and she squeezed down on him to try and coax even more pleasure from what she could feel. He filled her up perfectly, touching spots inside of her that she never even knew existed.

For other girls, that might have been enough. But Rose was too greedy to be satisfied with just this level of mind-blowing sex.

She needed more, so much more, she was hungry for it! She grabbed Nick by the hair and practically crammed her tongue down his throat, **** to feel even more of him inside her. Any part of her body that wasn’t touching his felt like it was going to waste.

Mon dieu, is this what sex is!? No wonder they can’t get enough of it!

Rose was doing her level best at proving the stereotype that French people were all horny was based in fact. Every time the head of Nick’s cock rubbed across the spot above her cervix she saw stars, and when he pulled back slightly it felt like he was going to drag her insides out with him.

Dawn, connasse gourmande, cette putain transformation- “AARGH! FUCK! YES!” Rose thought her spine was going to snap in two when she arched her back into that orgasm, and she nearly pounded out what little brains she had left against the headboard.

After the tremors wore off, she could think a little more clearly- relatively speaking, anyway. Nick was clearly just getting warmed up. He was sucking on her nape so hard he felt like a vampire, and why the fuck did that feel so fucking good?! She tangled her fingers in his hair and tilted her head to the side, letting him have his fill of her creamy skin.

“Je t’aime… je t’aime… s'il te plaît, please, embrasse ma cou, fuck, you’re so fucking… FUCK! Je vais jouir!” She bit down on her lip and clenched her legs tightly around Nick, holding him as close as she could. She finally, finally had him, and he was hers. For tonight, he was hers, and she was his, and it was beautiful.

She never wanted to let him go again.

“Je t’aime,” she whispered over and over again into his ear. Her heart sang with joy as she felt his love for her run through her. How had she ever doubted his feelings? How had she hesitated? She cursed her past self for her insecurities and doubts, she should have known Nick was the one from the moment they met!

But that would come later. He still wasn’t done taking his fill of her, even as she felt the strength leaving her body.

“You’re delicious,” Nick whispered into her ear, and her eyes snapped open as another jolt of electricity ran through her. She melted like chocolate at the sound of his voice, and even her French was lost to her now- the only sounds she could make at this point were passionate moans.

“Fuck, Rose… you’re so fucking perfect…” Now that Nick’s lips had left her neck, he filled her ears with passionate love sonnets taking the form of eager, laborious grunts. Every thrust into her depths was like another praise levied onto her as he showed her just how much he desired her. A hundred movie stars, a million fans, it didn’t matter how lustful their gazes were, she would never feel more desired than she did in Nick’s arms.

She told him she loved him again. Maybe it was in French. Maybe in English. Maybe it just came out as a shriek.

But whatever language it was, it was one he understood all too well, because he thundered an “I love you” of his own into her ear with a groan, and filled her up with a hot and sticky confirmation of that fact that made her squirt again.

The room spun around Rose as she struggled to remain conscious. But as she felt Nick softening inside her, she realized that she couldn’t rest yet. So what if she couldn’t feel her legs, or that the bruise forming around her throat make her look like an **** victim? So what if itchy rose petals were glued to her skin by her sweat and the remains of the bath?

Nick had only had one orgasm. Rose had gone through more than she could count.

As selfish as she might have been, that difference was simply a travesty for the man she loved. All that remained of Rose at this point were bestial, primal instincts, and they were screaming at her about how unfair that was.

She squeezed down tightly on him, using every muscle she had to try and urge him back to hardness.

Nick was happy to oblige.