“Get some sleep,” Matt calls out, his gaze still pinned on mine.
His eyes are hot and full of lust and something else that sends tingles through me and makes ravenous butterflies set up camp in my belly.
“How are you?” I ask.
“Hungry,” he replies and slowly moves toward me.
“Nic, I’m leaving, too! See you tomorrow!” Anastasia calls out.
“Thank you, Anastasia!” I pull my apron off and toss it in the hamper. “I have dinner going upstairs.”
“You do?” he asks softly and reaches out to brush his knuckles down my cheek. “That’s not all I’m hungry for, you know.”
“Well, it’s a good place to start,” I reply shakily. “Then we can work our way to other things.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckles.
“It was just a suggestion.” I lift one shoulder in a shrug, watching his mouth as he licks his bottom lip.
“Are you finished here?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good. Let’s go home.” He takes my hand in his and lifts it to his lips, kissing each knuckle softly. “I want to spend some time with you. Enjoy you.” He leans in and kisses the apple of my cheek, then pulls his lips down to my ear. “Then lose myself in you until we both pass out.”
I nod and pull in a deep breath, relishing the smell of him. He smells musky, like pure unadulterated male, and it makes every instinct in me sit up and beg.
“Which part are you agreeing to?” he asks as he drags his nose along my jawline.
“All of it,” I whisper.
He grins, kisses me chastely and then pulls back, leaving me already missing his warmth and impatient to get upstairs with him.
“Let’s go.”
***
“You are not a bad cook,” Matt informs me with a grin as he stacks our plates in the dishwasher. “You had me worried.”
“The slow cooker is easy.” I laugh. “It’s hard to screw anything up in there.”
The whir of the air-conditioning kicks on, battling the hot Seattle summer heat.
“Doesn’t heat the place up like the oven does either,” Matt agrees. “I’m surprised you have AC in here. This is an old building.”
“I had it installed. My ovens downstairs make it necessary to cool the rest of the building, especially in the summer.”
He nods, locks the dishwasher and sets it.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” I insist for the third time. “You worked hard today.”
“So did you.”
“Not for almost twenty-four hours,” I remind him.
“My job isn’t any more important than yours, little one. We both worked today, we’ll both clean up from dinner.”
“That’s very diplomatic for a Dom.” I cross my arms over my chest and lean my hips against the counter.
“I told you from the beginning, I’m not interested in a slave. That’s not who I am.”
“That’s convenient for me, because if you were, you wouldn’t be here.”
“I know.” He exhales and walks toward me, his face sober now. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” He pushes his fingers through my short hair and cups my neck in his palm.
“What do you mean?”
“The Dom thing still makes you nervous, doesn’t it?”
“Sometimes,” I confirm. “I’m just still getting used to it.”
He frowns but nods, his eyes darkening in concern. “Just talk to me when you get nervous, Nic.”
“I do,” I assure him and push my hands up his chest, over the hard muscles of his pectorals. “You feel good.”
“Is that so?” His eyebrow quirks up, and his lips tip up into a half smile. “I have a plan.”
He leads me into the bedroom, and when we’re by the bed, he kisses my knuckles again and grins at me. “Trust me?”
“Of course,” I reply instantly, making him inhale sharply.
“I love that you answer without any hesitation,” he murmurs as he pulls my T-shirt over my head, unties the red ribbon from my hair and tosses it on the beside table, and unclasps my bra, exposing my breasts to him. “Trust is the most important thing in this relationship, Nic.”
“I know,” I whisper. I can’t look away from his face as he watches his own hands, exploring my torso. “I want to touch you.”
“I’m right here, baby.”
I unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground as he opens my black capris, pushes his hands inside against my hips and guides them down my legs along with my panties.
He’s standing before me in just his faded blue jeans, the elastic of his blue boxer-briefs peaking out of the waistband. I slip my finger inside, beneath the elastic, and pull him toward me.
“I want you naked,” I murmur.
“Yes, that would be ideal,” he agrees.
“I love your body,” I continue, tracing his muscles with my fingertips, up his torso, down his arms and back again. “Your skin is smooth, but your muscles are hard. I especially love this,” I murmur as I trace the V at either side of his hips.
“What else do you like?” he asks and leans his forehead against mine. He’s panting now, and there is a hard ridge to the front left of his jeans.
“I like these.” I gather his hands in mine and bring them up to my lips to kiss both palms, then place them on the small of my back and push his jeans down his hips to gather at his feet.
I slip my hands beneath the elastic of his underwear again and this time lower them, cupping his ass firmly.
“I really love this,” I murmur and smile against his lips so close to mine.
He grins in return and glides his own hands down to cup my rear. “That feeling is completely reciprocated, baby.”
He sucks in a breath when I clench my fist around his hard cock and pull all the way to the tip, then down again, holding him at the base.
“This does amazing things to me,” I say.
“You’re amazing,” he replies. “God, Nic, I don’t even remember what my life was like before you.”
My heart stills for a moment and then picks up double time. I bite my lip and frown. I just don’t know what to say.
How do I respond to that, when I’ve never felt like this either and it scares the living shit out of me?
He kisses my forehead and lifts me in his arms, then lays me on the bed.
“Is this the restraining portion of the evening?” I ask with a grin.
He smirks and pulls his ropes down from the railing of my four-poster and begins twining them around my wrists.
“How did you guess?”
“I just had a feeling,” I reply and lift my head to kiss his arm as he works, threading and knotting his ropes around my hands.
When he’s finished, he rests my arms comfortably over my head and kisses my lips slowly.
“Comfortable?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He reaches over to the bag he brought with him and pulls out a bottle of lubricant and tosses it on the bed at my hip.
I cock an eyebrow in question.
“You’ll see. Be patient.”
“I don’t typically have a lube issue,” I remind him.
He kisses my shoulder, over the pink flowers there, and down to my chest.
“Just trust me. You’ll see. First, I want to kiss your beautiful body.” His lips trail down to nibble and pull on my left nipple, then beneath my breast to my bra line and over to the other.
Dear God, that’s sensitive.
“Is that more sensitive than your nipple?” he asks in surprise.
“I guess so,” I murmur and shimmy my hips in anticipation. “Who knew?”
“Well, now we do,” he replies and drags his nose around my breast in a wide circle, nibbling the underside of each mound, making me moan. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.”
He grins up at me and continues on his journey lower, to my piercing and lower still, bu
t instead of burying his face in my pussy when he spreads my legs, his lips trail over my hip and down my thigh to my knee. His tongue circles the kneecap, and then he plants firm, wet kisses down the rest of my leg to my foot.
He’s kneeling between my legs and brings my foot up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the arch.
“Oh my,” I breathe.
“Another spot, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
“So noted.” He bites the arch gently, kisses it again and then moves to the other foot, paying it the same attention.
My hips are moving, and I’m squirming beneath him. White-hot heat has pooled in my belly, making me long for him to be inside me.
“Matt,” I groan.
“Yes, my love,” he replies, making me still and find his eyes with my wide ones. He tilts his head, watching my reaction, then kisses his way back up my leg, over my hip and up my side. When he’s covering me with his body, he’s careful to hold his hips away from mine, not touching me with his cock at all, and whispers against my lips, “What were you going to say?”
“I need you,” I breathe.
He grins and licks my bottom lip. “You’ll have me, little one. I’m going to flip you over. You’ll rest on your elbows.”
“But I want—”
“I didn’t ask, Nicole,” he interrupts, making my heart skip a beat. His eyes narrow in on my neck. “You like it when I dominate you like this, don’t you, baby?”
I nod wordlessly, panting, a big quivering mess.
Fuck yes, and I had no idea it’s something I could like!
He grins against my lips and then suddenly sits back and flips me effortlessly onto my stomach, hooks one arm under my hips, boosting me up on my knees, resting forward on my elbows.
My hands are still tied and useless, and if I thought I felt vulnerable before, it was nothing compared to this.
Nothing.
I can’t see him. I can only feel him, hear him.
His hands pull firmly down my back to my ass, kneading my muscles, making me groan. “I love your body, too, Nicole. Your body is firm and small, but your ass is round and fits my hands perfectly.” He cups the globes in his hands and spreads the cheeks, exposing my core. “Your pussy is gorgeous. Pink.”
His breath is right there, at my opening, and I just know he’s going to lick me, suck my lips until I can’t stand it anymore, and I’m not disappointed.
He licks me in one long, fluid motion from clit to anus and back down again, then back up to run that talented tongue around my labia. I can feel myself swell under his touch. I grip the sheets in my hands and push back, not shy about asking for more of him.
“Do you know how much I thought of you last night, baby?” he asks as he inserts two fingers into my pussy and lazily circles them, brushing over my sweet spot. “I thought of doing this to you last night, tied up and begging me for more.”
God, I love his dirty mouth!
“I love how your cunt clenches around my fingers.” He kisses my right ass cheek. “My tongue.” Kisses my left cheek. “My cock.”
He sucks on my clit for just a millisecond, and when I cry out, begging him for more, he just continues to circle those fingers in my pussy.
“I don’t want you to come yet. I have more planned for you.”
He’s going to fucking kill me.
He plants his lips over my clit again, making me crazy, then pulls away right before I’m about to come.
“Matt!”
“Patience,” he croons.
“I want you!”
“I know, and I love it.” He kisses my ass again, then the small of my back, and begins to kiss up my spine, between my shoulders, my neck and then covers me with his body, one hand still planted with his fingers inside me, and rests his lips next to my ear. “Do you remember when we read your book, about two men fucking one woman?”
“Yes.”
“And you said that you’d like to know what it feels like?”
I nod my head, but he bites my earlobe and growls, “Words.”
“Yes, I remember.”
“You are mine. This”—he wiggles his fingers inside me, making me bite my lip—“is mine. But I’m going to show you what having both of your holes fucked at the same time feels like. Are you ready?”
“God, yes,” I reply immediately.
He chuckles and kisses his way down my back. I hear him uncap the lube and suddenly feel cold liquid pouring down my asshole.
“It’s cold.” I chuckle, but somehow, even that is hot as hell.
“I’ll warm you up,” he replies and pulls his fingers from my pussy up to my slippery ass, just playing with the very outside. “How does that feel?”
“Weird, but good,” I reply. I lean down, resting my cheek on the bed, pushing my ass higher in the air, ready for whatever he’s about to give me.
He guides his cock into my pussy, sliding easily inside me, burying himself balls-deep with a low growl. “God, Nic, you’re so fucking tight.”
I clench around him, hard, unable to stop my muscles from hugging him, pulling him even deeper. His fingers are still circling my ass, rubbing, until he slips one inside, knuckle-deep and stills.
“That’s just one, baby.”
“Oh God, Matt!” It feels so full, so…amazing.
He begins to move, slowly pumping his rock-hard dick in and out of me, dragging the head over my sweet spot, helping me climb higher and higher.
“Tell me when you’re getting close. I don’t want you to go over yet.”
“Matt!” I cry again.
“Tell me.”
“I’m going to…”
He stills, breathing hard.
Sweat has broken out over my body, and I can barely catch my breath, but I don’t even care. If he doesn’t start to move, I’m going to maim him.
He pulls out halfway, and another finger joins the first, then he slams home again, stretching me even further.
“Holy fuck!” I cry out.
“You’re doing so great, baby.” He leans down and kisses my back, and then begins to move again, fucking me in long, measured strokes.
It’s bloody amazing.
And then he begins to move his hand opposite of his dick, filling and emptying me in tandem, until I’m screaming and begging, for what I have no idea.
I’m not even sure I’m speaking English.
“Now, baby. Now you can come.”
I rock my hips back, and when his free arm circles my waist and his fingers brush over my clit, I’m lost. I cry out, my body exploding in white heat, bearing down on him and calling out his name.
Both of his hands are gliding up and down my back now. He’s buried balls-deep and unmoving, letting me ride out the rest of my orgasm. Finally, he pulls out of me and turns me to my back and quickly unties my hands.
“I need your hands on me,” he pants, untying his knots as quickly as possible.
“Need to touch you,” I agree, and when I’m freed, I cup his face and kiss him deeply.
He plunges inside me and braces himself on his elbows, wrapping himself around me as if he just can’t get close enough.
“I love you, little one,” he whispers against my lips.
I still and snap my eyes open, staring into his deep-blue ones. My heart thumps against his chest as he pulls his hips back, sliding out of me almost completely, then pushing back inside me again. I bite my lip and feel tears form in the corners of my eyes.
“Give in to this, Nic. Let me prove to you that I will be one of the best decisions you ever make.”
He brushes his lips over my cheeks, wiping away the tears that are falling as I watch this amazing man above me.
But what if I can’t give him everything he deserves?
“I love you, too,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him.
He buries his face in my neck and quickens his pace, chanting my name, and words of love, as he finally lets go, succumbing to his own orgasm.
; He pulls out, kisses me one last time before sauntering into the bathroom, where water starts to run. A few moments later, he returns with a warm washcloth. After he cleans me, he hugs me to him. I’m resting on his chest, and he brushes my hair with his fingers, kissing my forehead.
“How do you feel?” he whispers.
Wrecked. Emotionally wrung dry. Physically consumed.
“I don’t know if I have the words,” I reply.
“Give them to me anyway.”
I bury my nose in his chest, then look up into his face and brace my head on my hands, watching him. “I feel good.”
He nods and then chuckles. “Not really the reaction I was going for, but okay.”
I climb up him and cup his face in my hands, looking him in the eyes, needing to give him the words, and suddenly determined to do my best to give him what he needs.
“I feel full, Matt. Physically and mentally. I feel like we’ve turned a corner that we can never turn back from, and I’m terrified and excited at the same time. I’m just trying to come to terms with it all in my head, but I want you to know that you have me.”
His face softens, and he nuzzles my nose with his. “And you have me, baby.”
Chapter Fifteen
~Matt~
“Take it back off. Now.” I stare at her eyes in the reflection of the mirror and have to physically hold myself back from stalking to her, pulling her out of that dress and fucking her against the mirror.
Hmm…fucking her against the mirror.
“We have to be there in an hour.” She laughs and shakes her head. “And I had to actually work to look like this, so you don’t get to mess it up until we get home later.”
I cock my head and smile.
Challenge accepted.
I’m going to give Bailey a big fat kiss when I see her next. She and Nic went shopping for this masterpiece yesterday, and according to Nic, Bailey had to talk her into it.
Thank Christ she did.
The dress is sage green and gray, strapless, showing off her insanely sexy tattoo. There is beaded fringe at the bottom, like an old-fashioned clapper dress from the forties, which is the only thing about it that makes it decent, because the hemline is a bit shorter than I’m comfortable with.
I’m going to fuck her in that dress.
With her panties tied around her wrists behind her back.
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