There were no more keypads or doors. The elevator opened to a fairly benign-looking room. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting; certainly not the library-style room that I was in at the moment. He’d been a bit mysterious, and now I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved that it was so ordinary. The ideas that had gone through my head were hard to take my mind off of, though, and I was leaning more towards the former emotion.
Jerold moved to my side, and I could tell that he was reading my expression. He kind of smiled and asked me what was wrong.
“Nothing. I just wasn’t sure what was down here.”
“I thought you would like a drink.”
I agreed that I did and followed him towards a small bar. It blended in with the rest of the décor and I didn’t notice it until he mentioned it. It was hard to focus with wetness rubbing together on my thighs. I knew he was going to pounce on me soon. He was just toying with me, like he was a cat, and in that scenario I was the mouse to be consumed. Shivering, I looked away and tried to control my thoughts. My face was getting red and I felt cornered when he came back towards me. He handed me my drink, our hands brushing against each other.
“Do you have this down here so that you can get some peace?”
Jerold shook his head and urged me to have a little to drink. I stared down at the amber liquid in the glass. I didn’t even ask what it was, I didn’t care – anything that would give me a little fire down my throat to forget about the dark gray eyes on me.
“No, I do not want peace when I’m down here.”
“Oh.” My conversational skills were severely lacking at the moment, so I finally took a drink, closing my eyes for a time at the taste. It was rather strong, but it did exactly what I thought it would do. Finishing the glass that he’d handed me, I felt a little better and somehow a bit more prepared for him.
“Would you like to see the rest of the downstairs?”
I sort of nodded my head, still not sure if that was the right answer. Part of me was asking myself what I was doing there. I knew him, well, but there was a whole other element to the place that I couldn’t shake. I knew that there was more there than a small reading room. There had to be. His offer of a tour made me nervous.
“What else is down here?”
“Do you really not trust me, Nicola?”
Jerold looked hurt, and I wanted him to know that I did trust him. I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me or anything like that, but I was still apprehensive. Sometimes he thought of ways to pleasure me and drive me crazy that I totally didn’t expect. It wasn’t that what he did was mean or aggressive. He was just too creative, and he already seemed to know my body better than I did. A couple of months had passed since he’d had his hands on me, and again he was playing me like a fiddle.
“I do, Jerold. I do.” I needed to convince myself a little bit as well. I did trust him, but I didn’t trust my body to handle what he could do to me. I already knew what he could do in a short amount of time.
He held out his hand and told me to go with him. I did as he asked and hoped that I had made the right decision. It was more than just a little fun. He had doggedly pursued me since I stopped talking to him. His persistence gave me an idea of the lengths he was willing to go to. That worried me, because I knew that he was going to unusually great lengths with me. When I looked up to him before we went into a darkened room, I knew that it was already too late. I loved him and I knew that anything he asked, I would say yes to. That scared me more than the room.
The overhead lights went on, and I squinted. It was too bright for my eyes and it took a couple of minutes to adjust to the brightness of the room. The room came into focus after I had blinked several times, my eyes almost watering from the sudden change. There was a bed in the middle of the room with four tall posters on each corner. My body started to shake instantly. I knew that now he was going to pounce.
“Do you still trust me?”
His question threw me off a little bit, and my eyes were dragged from the bed to him. Jerold was getting undressed as he walked towards me. His jacket was first to go off, and I watched it fall to the floor. When he stopped feet from me, I could feel the heat emanating off of him.
“Do you?”
There were no words. I could only move my head slightly. He was so close. His thumb rubbed my chin. How could I not trust him?
The gestured seemed to be enough for a kiss. Then he started to move me towards the bed. I could tell that he was holding on to control, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he started to pull the dress off of my shoulders. I liked the way his eyes darkened. It let me know how badly he wanted me, and it made me want him even more. His face changed to lust when the dress fell around me. I had nothing on underneath, no panties, bra or stockings. It was how I wanted him to see me, as I was. He liked what he saw, and when his hand came up to brush over my hard nipple, I shivered.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I didn’t answer. There was nothing to say. I had never felt as beautiful as when he looked at me in that way. It was like I knew then how much I was wanted and I couldn’t help but see myself through his eyes. I liked to think of what was next, not knowing what kind of game he would play. All I knew was that if he didn’t touch me soon, I was surely going to lose it.
He directed me onto the bed and told me to put my hands up. I did as he asked, not really caring what was in his mind. I just wanted to be touched, and as long as his hands were on me, I really wasn’t going to care.
I should have known that he would be ready for me. The bed already had straps on each corner, and the way he was so assured with his actions made me nervous. He had done this before. By the proficiency of his actions, he had done it many times in the past. I tested the binding and I knew that I was not getting out until he let me go.
“Now you cannot go anywhere. I may just leave you like this for a long time, Nicola. Until you realize how much we need each other. You are mine, and I will not let you leave me again.”
I couldn’t really answer him. The whole time he was talking, his hands were moving down my body. He had gotten onto the bed with me, but he pulled my legs apart. I didn’t want to fight him anymore, didn’t want to fight the feelings and the urges that were going through me. When I knew where he was going, I closed my eyes and waited for the hot breath at my core. This time I wasn’t held down and made to sit in place, so I was able to backtrack a little before the bindings got the best of me. Instead of worrying about it though, I just tried to cope with the feelings rushing through me.
“Yes, Jerold, I’m going to come!”
He stopped abruptly. So abruptly that I wasn’t able to do what I said I was going to. I whimpered and whined a little. I even begged. Anything for him to finish me off. Jerold just looked at me, his face a little wet from my juices and his eyes on my writhing body.
“Please, Jerold. I need you.”
“You didn’t need me for two months. Why now?”
I closed my eyes. I was starting to regret the whole trust thing. How long was he going to keep me like this? Now I couldn’t touch myself, and that was going to drive me even crazier. “Because I need you and I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t have you inside of me again.”
I could tell that my words got to him. His eyes narrowed and the grey was hard to see. He didn’t answer me. His lips were poised to, but nothing came out. Instead he moved in between my legs and rubbed his hard head against my clit a few times, tapping it and then moving to where I needed him most. I did feel like I was going to explode one way or another.
There was no time to care. The choice was made for me as he drove in. My thighs gripped his sides as he pushed in one time, quickly and hard enough to move my whole body. It was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming out his name. It had been too long, and he was all that I had needed.
Jerold stayed like that for some time, letting me shake and tremble, clenching him hard enough that his own jaw was rock solid.
“God, I love to hear your little moans.”
I couldn’t think. His penetration began moving back and surging forward again. When I opened my eyes, he was watching my face. Our eyes met and he pushed in slowly, as far as he could go, until he hit bottom, pushing deep, forcing my eyes shut. It was just too intense. I could feel the next orgasm pushing through me, and I was ready. He kissed me at my first moan. It was surprising because it took me off guard. I had never felt so good in all of my life. I wanted to touch him, cling to him, but I was left to just take what he gave me. As he moved faster, it became harder to deal with his hard thrusting.
“Please, Jerold. I want to feel all of you.”
I didn’t really know what I needed, but I wanted his hot seed inside of me. I couldn’t come anymore. My insides collapsed around his length, urging him to give me what I wanted. I knew that he was close, and the tighter I clenched, the more erratic the pushing was. Finally he was as lost as I was, and I heard my name as a broken whisper. “I love you, Nicola. God, I love you.”