THE ROARING IN MY EARS drowns out everything around me. I focus on my breathing, trying to fight the urge to follow that son of a bitch and kill him. If his words weren’t enough to piss me off, just letting him see Nikki like that was a testament to my control. I don’t want Nikki to see me like this, but she needs to … she needs to understand what happens when things around me start to get unraveled and they tangle something inside me. She needs to accept every part of me or all this talk about making the real thing work will be a bunch of shit if she can’t.
By the time I’m calm enough that I trust my handle on things and know I won’t chase after that motherfucker, a different kind of concern settles on my shoulders. What if she’s scared of me? I can feel myself starting to get worked up again, but before I can get too far gone in my worry, I feel the gentle touch of her hand press between my tense shoulders. I hold my breath and wait to see what she does next. Her hand moves, crossing my right shoulder blade before dipping under my arm and across my chest. I look down, watching as she drags her petite hand across my chest before it settles … right over my racing heart.
And fuck me if that doesn’t drain the tension out of my body instantly.
I drop one arm and lift my hand to hold her palm against my chest, closing my eyes as her touch soothes me.
“Shane,” she whispers, her mouth close to my back and the warmth of her words hitting my skin. “Thank you, honey.”
My eyes close, and I thank my lucky stars I played her dangerous game.
“Take what you need, Shane.”
I snap my eyes open, her words slamming into me more powerfully than if a truck roared through her apartment and hit me at full speed with a full tank of nitrous. She can’t understand what she’s asking of me.
“Let me help, honey,” she continues, her other arm coming up, placing her free hand on top of mine. “Take what you need,” she repeats. “Sir, please. Use me.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, powerless to stop myself. I spin, catching her before her hands can fall completely to her side and lifting her off the ground and into my arms. Our mouths colliding, tongues meeting, as we feed the hunger we both have for each other. Our kiss isn’t pretty but fuck if it isn’t full of enough power to bring me to my knees.
Her hums start, and she rubs her pussy against my stomach. Her thin panties not hiding how wet she is. My cock throbs and I deepen our kiss, growling against her mouth. She tries to move her hips again, and I pull my mouth away, looking into her dazed eyes.
“Who’s in control?’
“You are, Sir,” she answers immediately.
My ragged breathing hitches at her words. Needing a second, I release her, keeping my hands on her arms until she was steady enough for me to back away. If I take her now, it will be hard and unforgiving, something she doesn’t deserve.
“Go to your room, Nicole. Get naked and wait for me. I want you on your knees with your ass in the air for me. Do you understand?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Do it. Don’t move until I tell you what to do next.”
She turns and stumbles slightly before righting herself and walking quickly the rest of the way. I take my time, needing to calm down. Cleaning up what was left from our lunch, I wash the forks we used before cleaning the table and counters. When the kitchen and her table are completely clean and bare of any reminders of our lunch, I face the hallway, wishing I had a clear view of her bed from where I stand. I still feel out of control and need to channel the turbulence I’ve felt since the call earlier this morning that brought me here. The same turbulence that grew insurmountably when her ex showed up. I don’t want to hurt her—fuck, that’s the last thing I want—but I don’t think I have it in me to hold back right now. She couldn’t have known what she was asking of me … could she?
Her face filters through my mind. I recall what shifted behind her beautiful blue eyes moments before … it was more than desire. Yeah, it had been there, but it was driven by something a whole lot more commanding.
“She needs it too,” I muse on a rush of air.
I don’t even give myself a second to doubt what I know I saw in her eyes. My steps silent while I prowl toward her open bedroom, praying like fuck I find her ready for me. When I turn and enter her room, the sight of her with her ass in the air, bare pussy on display between her slightly parted legs, to offer me her body without shame causes me to grab my cock through my sweats to keep from coming on the spot.
I swallow the warm rush of saliva that makes my mouth water, her pussy wet and glistening in the sunlight streaming through her curtains. Walking around to the other side of her bed, I look at her face—eyes closed, lips parted, and hands clenched in the sheets.
“What’s your safe word, Nicole?” I ask, her body jerking slightly.
Her eyes open, and she looks up at me without moving anything. “Red, Sir.”
Fucking hell. She’s perfect.
“I can’t hold back, Nicole. I need you to understand that this will be hard and rough. I don’t have it in me to be anything less.”
“Use me, Sir,” she answers softly.
That’s all it takes. Just three words and I’m undone. She keeps her eyes trained on me, color hitting her cheeks as she waits for me to do just that.
I reach out, running two fingers down her spine, pausing at the top of her ass, not looking away from her. I can see how badly she wants to move, but she holds herself still. When I move my fingers again, dragging them to her asshole, she jerks slightly before stopping herself and gripping the sheets tighter.
“One day, mon colibri. Not today, but one day you will give me all of you.” I softly press against the hole, not breaching, but letting her know without a doubt what I’m talking about. She surprises the hell out of me by pressing back against my fingertips, though, and as much as I like knowing she isn’t against letting me take her there, I lift my hand away before smacking her hard against her cheek. “You’ll get more when I tell you, Nicole. Remember that,” I warn, rubbing the burn from her flesh. The sight of my handprint red against her pale flesh only feeds the hunger inside me. “Look at you, my mark on your skin. If I wanted to mark you, bruise you with my grip, and pink your skin with my strength, would you let me?”
Her head moves as she swallows, answering me on a breathy moan. “Yes … Yes, Sir. Whatever you want.”
“Good girl,” I praise. “You trust that I won’t mark you for pain? That I won’t harm you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I lift my hand and give the same hard smack to her other cheek. She pulls her lip between her teeth and clamps down on the flesh. I can see how close she is. I fucking love it. The buzz I feel is better than any drink could give me.
“This time, Nicole, don’t hold yourself back. When you’re ready to come, I want to hear it. I want to see your thighs soaked with your come. I want my ears to fucking ring. I want your neighbors to hear you, so clear through these walls that they can’t help but get off on how much you love what I do to your body. Scream, chèrie. Scream loud and don’t hold back.”
Her eyes water, not with tears but with her overwhelming feelings, and she nods even though I know she wants to beg me to make my words true now.
“Later, I want you to call that bitch that thinks she’s got a dick bigger than mine and turn in your resignation, do you understand?”
Her eyes shoot to mine, and I can tell she wants to argue. It’s dirty, waiting for her to be this vulnerable to bring it up, but I know she won’t argue when she’s submitting to me, a fact I intentionally exploited. I’d do it again and again if I thought it was what needed to be done to protect her. I grab a handful of her ass and squeeze. “Think twice before you open that sexy mouth, Nicole. You’ll do what I say, understood?”
She holds my gaze. Instead of fighting me, though, she nods. The blind trust she has in me is something no drug could beat the high of.
“You don’t get my cock until I’m satisfied that you’ve come hard. You want me deep inside this pussy, you work for it.”
Then I shift, drop on my knee to the mattress and spank her ass hard enough to earn a scream from her. Her hands jerk above her head, gripping the pillow above her. I alternate, her cheeks bright red, and pull the waistband of my sweats down until my cock is free and painfully hard. I grip the base, knowing I won’t be able to hold back if I keep this up. The sounds coming from Nikki with each slap of my hand against her flesh making a little more come drip free from my cock each time the sounds of her pleasure pierce my ears.
I roll my tongue over my teeth, looking from her ass to see that I’m not alone. She was wet before I touched her, but she’s drenched now. Unable to help myself, I move to stand at the end of the bed and take her hips in my hands. I bend my body at the same time I lift her ass in the air. Her arms straight, feet in the mattress, and when I’ve got her supported by my firm grip on her hips, I take her pussy and lick every drop of that wetness up. Not once giving her entrance the attention I’m sure she wants.
She screams every time I suck her clit, flicking it with my tongue while I pull at her flesh. I can feel her pussy as it clenches and flutters against my chin. She gives me what I want, her cries of pleasure fucking loud and echoing around us.
With one more swipe of my tongue, her flavor bursting in my mouth, I lift my face and drop her on the bed. She bounces once before shifting back to her initial position. Ass high, shoulders against the mattress, and hands fisting the sheets. Eager to please. I lick the rest of her wetness from my lips, her scent filling my nostrils, and without missing a beat, I flip her on her back. Her legs drop, opening herself up to me, and her tits bob as she sucks in deep breaths.
I hold her gaze, reaching out to pinch her nipple and teasing the bar pierced through it.
“Do you see how hard I am for you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she pants.
“Never, Nicole. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I do you.” I tweak her nipple again then drag my hand down her stomach.
When my fingertips brush the soft curls on her sex, she whines. I click my teeth and still my movements.
“Don’t keep your sounds from me.” I lift my hand and smack her pussy. The wetness making the contact louder as it echoes around us.
She cries out.
My cock jumps.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Made for me.
My hand moves quickly before she can brace for it, and two fingers go deep. Her pussy clenches tight, and she screams my name on a whine. Then I curl my fingers and start pumping them. In and out, I drive her higher and higher. Her eyes close, and instead of making her open them again, I look down at my hand. I get closer to her body, my cock painful as I move, and press my free hand right above her mound and under her belly, her softness allowing me more control of what I’m after. When I’m satisfied, I press down and look back up at her at the same time I add one more finger, curling them with a deep thrust.
Her eyes snap open and collide with mine at the same time I hit that spot I wanted to claim. Her wetness gets louder as I pump my fingers, her cries of pleasure not once ebbing. Her eyes are frantic, not knowing what to do with the feelings I’m evoking in her. The panic grows until the pleasure takes her captive, and she screams louder than ever, coating my hand and the bed with her come as she squirts her release.
“Shane, oh my, God! What’s happening to me?” she mewls, giving another wet burst from her pussy when I make her go off again. Her eyes roll back, and she thrashes her head against the mattress.
“That’s it, Nicole. Come all over my hand,” I demand, repeating the movements and driving her back up the cliff. She’s powerless, taking everything I give her with nothing but a frantic shake of her head and the delicious screams from her lips.
I take her there one more time, and then I take advantage of the drunk on arousal high she’s entranced in and settle my body between her hips. The wetness from her releases against my knees only making me hungrier for her. Before she has a chance to realize my fingers are no longer fucking her pussy, I slam my cock deep and take her hard.
Her hands come up and grab my arms, nails digging deep. I don’t stop thrusting against her roughly, but her touch is going to undo the sliver of strength I have on myself. The need to empty myself inside her overwhelming.
“Let go,” I bark, panting as I continue to speed up my movements. Her hands instantly drop, and I almost lose it when I see a flash of pain in her eyes. I close my eyes before grabbing her hips and pulling her with me while I fall onto my back—the wet spot now cooling my heated backside. I bend, my stomach clenching as I do, and lift my face up to hers. My hands taking her wrists and holding them at the small of her back while looking into her eyes. “Your touch … I can’t, Nicole. I’m not ready to stop fucking you, and if you touch me, it’s over before I can drive you higher again. Understand?” I explain, my words coming out ragged.
“Yes, Sir!” she screams, her eyes begging me to move, pleading and helpless for what only I can give her.
“Fuck my cock, Nicole,” I demand, tightening my hold on her wrists with one hand while the other rubs her clit.
She moves instantly, rocking and bouncing against the hardness buried deep inside her. Not once does she stop yelling out her pleasure. I keep my eyes on her face, watching as she comes undone again, this time her cheeks wet as she submits fully to the sensations pulling her under.
“One more,” I tell her with my mouth clenched just as tight as I feel my balls have drawn. “Soak me, come, and suck me dry with that tight cunt.”
“Shane!” she shouts, her walls clamping tight. Her whole body shudders, her full tits shaking, the piercings calling for my mouth.
“Fuck,” I grunt, flexing my ass and releasing her hands to grab her hips and lift her up. I feed my cock into her body twice more before pulling her down and hissing through my teeth. With one more flex of my ass, I push myself even deeper and bellow out her name while my vision goes black and I come hard.