by Grant, Livia
“Oh God… Nolan… only…” Something in her tone set off alarm bells. It wasn’t her words, it was her desperation. He didn’t have to prod her for answers. “Only you have to promise me…”
“Promise you what, baby?”
He saw her reach out and pull a blanket from the back of the patio chair and wrap it around her shoulders. She was going the wrong direction, putting more clothes on instead of getting naked.
“You have to promise me… you can never tie me down with ropes… like ever.”
He hated how dark it was out. He could barely see her face through the shadows, but he heard the edge in her voice as she added, “It’s a hard limit for me.”
He watched her look away, too afraid to maintain their visual connection despite how dark it was out. “Piper, baby… talk to me. What happened to you that you have that as a hard limit?”
“Enough! You need to go. Now. Or I’ll call the police. Don’t think I won’t!”
“Bullshit. No more lies, remember. And you aren’t scaring me away.”
“I’m not lying. I’m giving you my hard limits. If you don’t like them, fuck off.”
“You can have whatever limits you need to, and I’ll honor each and every one of them. I just need to know…”
“You don’t need to know shit. This is stupid. It’s never going to work. You need to go.”
“Piper, please. Let me come in. I’ll open a bottle of wine. We can talk…”
“I don’t want to talk about it! For Christ’s sake, this is exactly why I had to become Mistress Ice. My boys would never press me like this.”
“Of course not.” Just mentioning the stable of boy toys she had on speed dial pissed him off. “You’ve castrated them. Turned them into puppets you can control.”
“So, what if I did? Maybe that’s what makes me happy. Did you ever think about that?”
God, he hated having this important conversation like this. He could feel her pain. It was tangible. Something… no someone… had hurt Piper Kole, and he was going to make it his life’s mission to find out who, when, and why.
“I don’t believe that for a minute, Piper. You aren’t happy with them. You’re comfortable. I scare you, I get it, but I have a news flash for you, baby. You scare the shit out of me, too. Not with your crop or your Mistress Ice routine, but with how much power you have over my own happiness.”
“Do you even hear yourself? You sound like a lovesick teenager. We’re adults. You need to just move on.”
“It’s not gonna happen, so put it out of your mind.”
“What the hell am I going to do with you?”
“Let me in? I give great back rubs. I bet your shoulders are really tight from the flight.”
“Nolan…” He heard the longing in her voice.
“I’m here, baby.”
They spent several long seconds, each lost in thought, trying to figure out how to navigate the heavy topics just under the surface. Finally, Nolan opted for trying to get them back on track.
“Now, I think it’s time to get you that orgasm you need, so you can get a good night’s sleep, don’t you?”
“It’s too cold.”
“Fine, you don’t have to get naked. Just take those skinny jeans off and move a bit closer to the railing, then put one leg up on the middle rung.”
She humphed with impatience, but followed directions, anyway. Had she been an experienced little, he’d accuse her of being a brat with her bad attitude, but with things as precarious between them as they were, he let it go.
“Now, reach into your panties, and tell me, is your pussy wet?”
She switched her phone into her other hand before dipping her hand lower, into her panties. He loved the involuntary purr she made as her fingers made contact with her clit.
“Tell me, baby,” he prodded. “Is that cunt aching to be fucked good and hard?”
“Nolan…”
“Say it, Piper. I need to hear it.”
“Yes, alright? I admit it. I want you to fuck me. Are you happy now?”
“Hell, no. I won’t be happy until I’m balls deep in that tight channel, hearing you crying out my name as I pound you hard.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Turn on the vibrator. Hold it against your pussy. Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels… shaky.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, I guess that’s good. How do you feel?”
“Shaky too…”
“Even better.”
“How do you figure?”
“It means I’m having the desired effect.”
“You want me to vibrate and tumble over from being shaky?”
“No, I want to rock your world with incredible orgasms while I catch you in my arms. I’m gonna have to settle for watching from a distance tonight.”
“You say the….”
When her voice trailed off, he finished for her, “I say the sexiest things.”
“I was going to say silly… but you can use sexy if it makes you feel better.”
“Focus, baby. Like you said, it’s cold out here. I don’t want you to catch a chill. Now, is your pussy ready to be stretched?”
“Uh huh…” He could hear the low vibration of the sex toy as she answered with a monosyllable grunt.
Nolan sped up his strokes on his growing hard-on, chasing his own release. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight of Piper naked from the waist down, save her minuscule panties. It took all of his self-discipline to remain leaning against the hood of his sports car, instead of trying to climb the rock and wood of Piper’s house in an attempt to bury himself inside her.
“That’s it, baby. You’re nice and wet. I can hear that vibrator sloshing through your wet juices. Take that shaft and shove it home. I want to hear you cry out as it stretches you so good.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. The light was just right to see the black dildo disappear inside Piper’s snatch as she cried out into the dark night.
It was surreal watching her fucking herself hard and fast as he slapped his own meat to the same dirty rhythm. Several long minutes passed with the only soundtrack heard was each chasing their own satisfaction.
“Shit, I wish I was up there, standing behind you, so I could bend you over the railing and stick this cock exactly where it belongs—deep inside you,” he called out to her when he was close.
His dirty rant pushed Piper over the edge. Even in the dim lighting, he could see her face contorting beautifully as she fell into her little death. He wasn’t long behind her, spurting his ropes of cum onto the stone driveway.
“Thank you, Piper.”
“Why are you thanking me? I didn’t do anything,” she panted, out of breath.
“Sure, you did. You were gorgeous, even from this distance. Now… I’m gonna head home and crawl in bed and go to sleep, thinking about how sexy it was to watch you tonight. Go in… get warm… and Piper…”
An awkward moment passed by before she finally answered, “What?”
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow night, a little earlier this time.”
“Nolan! No…!”
He reached to hang up the call. She shouted out to him over the balcony, but he just blew her a kiss and climbed into his car, making the engine roar to life, blocking out her protests. He waved as he put the car in motion, heading for the gate that luckily opened as sensors detected his approach.
He needed to get home and replay everything from their conversation tonight to see if she’d left other clues about what was really going on in her beautiful mind.
Chapter 12
The knock on the door interrupted their fun. They’d been holed up for over twenty-four hours, and the only people they’d been forced to see had been the security guards delivering their food.
The smile Nalani flashed was brighter than the California sun shining through the expansive windows of the suite.
“Saved by the bell,” she teased.
; “That’s what you think.” He donned his strictest dom face before adding. “You go get it. Naked. And be sure to show that jeweled plug still shoved up your ass when you turn around to come back inside.”
The golden specks in her brown eyes disappeared as she internalized his instructions. He saw the indecision warring inside her. He was familiar with her dilemma—he had to maintain his public good-guy persona for the world while balancing his darker side in private. He felt a little guilty, laying the same burden on his little kitten’s shoulders.
Her simple, “Red,” proved she was up for the task.
“Wise decision, kitten,” he said, leaning in to kiss her nose.
“So, why even bother testing me?” she asked, a shred of exasperation bleeding into her tone.
He thought about the question for a few long seconds before answering truthfully.
“Because I need to know I can trust you to hold your personal line. I meant it the other night when I said the last thing I want to do is really hurt you.”
He lost himself for several long seconds, enjoying the adoring look in Nalani’s eyes. He was supposed to be in charge of this relationship, but at that second, he was reminded exactly how much power she had grabbed from him, and it wasn’t just sexual. She’d gotten in under his skin and was burrowing in deeper with each hour they spent together. The realization should make him afraid, but instead, he felt calmed.
The renewed, and louder, pounding on the door interrupted their connection.
“Fine. If you insist, I’ll get the food.”
He pushed to his feet and reached to grab the soiled towel from the floor to wrap around his waist. If they looked carefully, the security guard delivering their food could make out the dried semen and lube staining the white terry.
He didn’t bother looking through the peephole, so opening it to find a scowling Jaxson Cartwright-Davidson on the other side came as a surprise. Shane glanced down and saw the owner carrying a brown paper bag.
“I never knew you were such a hands-on owner. Seems like you have a few other employees who should be in charge of delivering food to your guests.”
“I’m not delivering food to my guest,” Jaxson groused. The men remained in a standoff before Jaxson added, “I’m doing a welfare check on my executive housekeeper.”
Fucking Elijah.
Screw that. “Fuck you, Jaxson.”
“No, thanks. I have Chase and Emma taking good care of me in that department. Now, are you going to invite me in, or do I need to ask Miguel to join us?”
“Are you serious? You think so little of me, you’d get security involved in this shit?”
“This has nothing to do with what I think of you. It has to do with my responsibilities toward my employees.”
“Oh, really? You doing welfare checks over at Khloe’s house to make sure McLean is treating Madison right?”
“First off, McLean isn’t even in the lifestyle, and second, they’re taking their personal life off-property.”
“So, because I have remodeling going on at my own house, you have the right to barge in here?”
“I didn’t barge, I knocked. But honestly, I’m not entirely sure I wouldn’t be standing at your front door right now if you were there, anyway. This has nothing to do with your location and everything to do with your kinks.”
“You’re such a fucking hypocrite, you know that? You talk a big talk about tolerance. You host classes to educate against kink shaming, then show up at my door, judging me?”
Jaxson stepped across the threshold, getting in Shane’s face.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what kinks you’re into. You can practice them to your heart’s content in my guest rooms and in my club. What I won’t allow is you to use your star power to lure in innocent women who have no experience in the lifestyle whatsoever, then use their innocence to feed your unique kinks.”
That shut Shane up. As much as he’d like to keep arguing his point, he’d thought the same thoughts a dozen times since he’d met Nalani, concerned he wasn’t being fair to her.
In their silent standoff, Jaxson lowered his voice in an attempt to defuse the situation.
“Listen, I’m not here to bust your balls. All I want to do is see Nalani and talk to her for one minute, and we can clear this whole thing up. Then you guys can get back to…”—he paused, smiling slyly—“whatever you were up to before I knocked.”
Shane’s defensive reflex was to shove the asshole back into the hall and slam the door in his face, but that would just make things worse. He didn’t have anything to be afraid of—he’d gone to great lengths to protect Nalani, even from himself.
“Come on in.” He took a step back, pulling the heavy door open and waving a mocking arm of welcome to the owner. “You’ll find who you’re looking for burrowed under the covers of my bed, no doubt hiding from letting her boss see her naked in cum covered sheets.”
He really was an asshole but couldn’t resist the unique opportunity this encounter would provide to see his innocent little kitten’s humiliation of being caught—literally—in Shane’s bed.
Jaxson detoured to the table near the window, long enough to drop the food delivery bag. He tried to be inconspicuous, but Shane noticed him scanning the room for signs of anything he didn’t like as he walked back to stand at the end of the king-sized bed.
Shane stood back, relegated to an observer while Jaxson briefly took control of his submissive—exactly what Nalani was.
His.
“Nalani, I know you’re hiding under there. I need to see you.”
“No! I can’t believe you’re doing this!” Her embarrassed cry was muffled by the layers of bedding covering her.
“Well, believe it. Now, do as you’re told, and let me see you.”
Memories of how adorable she looked with her ruined lipstick and lines of mascara from her tears had Shane’s towel beginning to tent. He’d made her reapply the makeup even though they hadn’t left the room, just so he could ruin it. He really was an asshole, but this whole situation was turning out to be a major turn-on for him, getting renewed mileage from their dirty tryst the night before.
It took her almost a full minute to comply, slowly peeling back the layers of pillows and covers until just her makeup-smeared face appeared. She was beautiful, exactly as she was… that very minute. Like the day before, he felt the pressure in his chest, squeezing him hard as if to get his attention.
Jaxson went into interrogation mode.
“Are you here because you choose to be, or do you want to leave?”
Shane was so proud of the flash of anger in Nalani’s eyes at her boss’s question.
“Are you kidding me? That’s what you want to ask me?”
For once, Jaxson seemed flustered, but he held his ground. “Yes.”
“Of course, I don’t want to leave. If I’d wanted to go, I would have left already,” she said matter-of-factly.
“That’s good,” Jaxson agreed.
Shane stepped forward, “So, thanks for dropping by, but…”
“Not so fast. You’ve never played in the lifestyle before, and before I go, I need to be sure you understand what safewords are. That you understand how much control you have in the BDSM power exchange dynamic.”
Nalani’s tongue dashed out to lick her stained lips, embarrassed to be talking about sexual topics with her boss.
“Of course, I know what safewords are. Shane explained them to me literally within the first hour of meeting me.”
Such a good girl.
“I’m glad to hear that. And do you have any concerns Shane won’t honor their use if you need to use your safeword?”
Shane’s blood pressure was rising by the minute, pissed Davidson and even Elijah had such little confidence in his self-control.
The flash of anger in Nalani’s eyes as she chastised her boss helped to calm his own anger.
“I trust Shane explicitly to honor my safeword. You know how I know?”
; “No,” Jaxson answered.
“Because I used red not ten minutes ago when he asked me to get up and answer the door naked. I used red to tell him no way, and as you noticed, he’s the one who answered the door. Satisfied?”
Damn, she was gorgeous when she was angry. He’d seen it when she’d put Elijah in his place down at Black Light on Sunday night and here again with her boss.
“Fair enough.” The asshole had the nerve to smile “I’ll leave you two kids to your breakfast then.”
He stopped short of apologizing but stopped next to Shane on the way to the exit to add, “Thanks for taking care of her. She’s important to us here.”
“Yeah, well, she’s becoming important to me too,” he answered truthfully.
Jaxson nodded his acknowledgment before heading to the door, leaving them alone again.
“I need to go.” Throwing back the covers, she bolted from the bed, rushing around the room, frantically looking for the pieces of her outfit that had been strewn about long before. Little did she know, he’d hidden her dress in one of his drawers to make sure she wouldn’t be able to slink away from him.
Shane forced a calmness he didn’t feel as he walked over to the bag of food, removing the breakfast sandwiches before pulling the cup holder with two venti lattes out of the bottom of the bag.
“Be a good girl and come grab your coffee. Let’s sit down and have breakfast.”
“I don’t want food. I need to go home,” she squeaked as she lifted several throw pillows from one of the chairs, no doubt looking for her dress.
He looked back at her to see her stooping over to pick up one of her high heels that had been thrown aside. The glimmer of the jeweled plug in her ass caught the ray of sunshine perfectly, rushing blood to his morning wood. He waited until she stood and turned toward him to drop the towel—score. Nalani’s gaze dropped to his erection, where it stayed for several long seconds.
“I’ll let you go for a ride in just a bit,” he couldn’t resist teasing her. “I already plugged your ass, but I need to get that belly of yours full of breakfast before I can fill your cunt with my jizz.”