by Hannah Ford
She moaned and cried out, wishing he would touch her swollen mound of flesh. It quivered and contracted as he smacked her behind over and over again.
Nicole was sweating now. She wanted him so badly, wanted him to touch her body, put his mouth and hands everywhere. And she wanted to caress his body—his arms, his chest and stomach. More than anything, she wanted to put his manhood in her mouth and pleasure him until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Finally, he stopped spanking her ass and slowly rubbed it with one hand. “Your butt is pink and hot to the touch now,” he whispered. “Just as I like it.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
His hand strayed lower on her buttocks, circling underneath to where her folds awaited his deft fingers. He began slowly massaging her flesh, gathering the juices that lay on the outside of her and then pushing two fingers into the hole, slowly.
“I might come,” she moaned, unable to hold out after so much stimulation.
“Do not come,” he said. “I mean it, Nicole. Don’t you dare come unless I tell you to.” He continued to penetrate her with his fingers, and her breathing was rapid fire, her chest heaved.
Her pussy was twitching and contracting as it started to climax, and she bit her lower lip, concentrated on not letting herself finish just yet.
The sensation was almost like having to sneeze and then not being able to. It was positively maddening.
“Please, sir. I need to come.” Her legs shook and her hands, bound together, clenched.
“No. Don’t do it.” He continued pushing his thick fingers into her, going deeper. “You’re almost ready to receive my cock, now, my little slut. Do you want it?”
“God, yes,” she cried.
“But you won’t come until I say so.”
“I’ll try, sir.”
He yanked her hair. “You’ll do as I say.”
“Yes sir.”
His fingers fucked her more quickly now. “You’re juices are pouring out,” he marveled. “I want to taste you,” he said. And then she heard him licking his fingers. “You taste incredible,” Red told her. “But I need more.”
Suddenly his face was buried in her pussy from behind, pushing her thong aside with his hands and tongue. His lips were attached like a suction cup to her flesh as his tongue circled around her slit, covering it in his spit and plunging his tongue inside of her.
How could she not come with him doing this?
Nicole squeezed her eyes shut, even though she was already blindfolded. She grit her teeth as her body positively screamed out for release.
Red was as enthusiastic about eating her out as he’d ever been, and his ministrations were driving her crazy. Every stroke of his tongue was enough to send her over the edge and into a mindless orgasm, but she was not allowed.
“Please, sir. I can’t hold out any longer.”
“You must,” he said, and then took his tongue and swept up her slit with one long motion.
She cried out in desperation and ecstatic frustration. “I can’t stop it!”
Her whole body was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. She didn’t know how much longer she could even stand up.
Red was enjoying this torture. His tongue was slower now, working on her with a concerted diligence, probing her most secret place with total knowledge of what would get her off. Slowly, his tongue circled her flesh, swirling first one way and then the next.
Nicole was starting to cry a little from the pleasure that could not be fully released. Her teeth chattered.
Red continued licking her as he reached around front and began casually rubbing her clitoris. Now he was rubbing her in the front and licking her from behind. All of the stimulation was too much. He was going to make sure she failed at awaiting his command to come.
“Oh, oh please…please sir…please let me…” she begged.
He continued on, and she was pouring herself out, the smell of her scent strong in the air.
He was sucking and licking, sucking and licking, his fingers rubbing more and more furiously. She was going to explode or pass out. Nicole had lost all control of herself.
She screamed, on the verge of total collapse.
And then he suddenly got to his feet and unleashed his manhood, pushing into her from behind—all of his cock at once thrust inside of her.
“Now you may come,” he said.
And she did come, before he was even finished with his sentence, her whole body was climaxing. She actually fell backwards into him, her muscles were like stone, completely rigid.
She was crying out as he took her in his arms, his hands holding her breasts as he pumped against her, pushing his erection in and out of her throbbing wet entry.
Nicole came three or four times, one wave building to the next and the next, bigger and bigger.
Finally, just when it seemed it couldn’t end, that she’d be swept away into an endless string of orgasms…the last one petered out and she was done.
Nicole broke down and sobbed in his arms from the exhaustion of it all.
Red took her blindfold off, untied her wrists, and carried her to the bed, laid her down and held her. “Was it too much?”
She nodded, then she shook her head no. Then she nodded again.
He laughed and she laughed too, looking into his kind eyes. “I loved it,” she said. “But it nearly killed me.”
Red smiled at her. “I don’t know what comes over me when I’m close to you,” he said. “I want to make every experience the most intense one you’ve ever had. I want you to think of nothing else, nothing but my touch.”
“It’s all I ever want,” she said, kissing his neck. “You didn’t finish yet, did you?” she asked.
He was still breathing heavily. “Not yet,” he said. “But I don’t care.”
She reached down and started stroking his rock hard shaft. “I care,” she said, grinning mischievously.
His nostrils flared and his eyes had that hungry look again.
She began stroking faster and faster as he hovered above her. She liked watching his expression as she did it. She could see the want and the need written all over his face, and Nicole liked that power.
Nicole lay back on the bed, sensing what he wanted to do to her. He moved on top of her and slowly she took him into her mouth, as he straddled her. Now Red was controlling her, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth at whatever speed he desired. She locked her lips tightly around his shaft.
“Oh my god,” he said.
She slid her tongue up and down his manhood as he pressed into her. Then he pulled slightly out so that just the head of him was still in her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth on it as fast as possible.
“Nicole, Nicole, Nicole,” he whispered. And then he was fucking her mouth faster and faster.
Nicole was letting him do it, she wasn’t resisting, even though he was enormous and she sometimes didn’t know if she could take him all the way in.
“I’m going to come,” he said. “Can I come in your mouth like this?”
She nodded. And then he was thrusting faster and she wanted it all, wanted to feel the rush of his seed as it spilled down her throat—and he did, spurting into her warm, wet mouth.
Surprisingly, she had yet another orgasm—she was so turned on from giving Red pleasure this way.
That night, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, and Nicole could have sworn they merged at some point and she didn’t know or care who was who and all she knew was love.
***
On the flight home, Red seemed carefree in a way that surprised Nicole.
He was smiling and happy, even though she knew things were terrible on the business side of things. She knew he’d essentially given up on trying to fix the German advertising agency they’d acquired, and he was ignoring almost all of his phone calls.
She didn’t bother him about it. Nicole figured that as long as he seemed happy, she wasn’t going to rock the boat.
But mid-way through the fligh
t, as the two of them sat holding hands, she looked at his face and saw in his eyes that he was bothered. It wasn’t anything obvious—she just knew.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked him.
He sighed. “Take my lumps like a man, I guess.”
“What does that mean, exactly?”
“It means I’m going to wait patiently until the board of directors meets, and then I’ll go in, give a little speech, and get fired.”
She nodded, hesitant about the next thing she wanted to ask him. Red looked at her and pushed her bangs out of her eyes with the tips of his fingers. She licked her lips, started to speak and then thought better of it.
“What’s on your mind, babe?” he said.
“I don’t want to make you mad.”
“You can tell me anything.”
She exhaled. “Okay. Well, I was just thinking—are you sure you don’t want to take Kane Wright’s offer after all?”
Red uttered a high-pitched laugh of disbelief. “Please tell me you’re joking, Nicole.”
“I knew you’d be mad.”
“I’m not mad, I’m baffled. How many times are you going to flip-flop on this thing? One second you’re telling me to make a deal with him, the next you’re taking it all back and telling me he’s a creep. Now you’re telling me to reconsider yet again?”
“No, no, it’s just—“
“Just what? Did you have another conversation with him?” Red asked, peering into her eyes with a look that was bordering somewhere between humorous and mistrustful.
“Of course I didn’t have a conversation with him. I’ve been with you pretty much every second of the day.”
He breathed heavily through his nose and settled back into his seat. “I’m not going to deal with that snake in the grass. The moment he called you behind my back, he proved what I knew all along—that he absolutely cannot be trusted.”
“I’m sorry I brought it up. It just seems like you’ve stopped fighting.”
Red closed his eyes and smiled a little. “Well, maybe it’s about time I stopped fighting. I’ve been fighting my whole damn life and I’m sick of it, Nicole.” His hand reached out and found hers.
“Has Kane been trying to contact you?” she asked.
“I really don’t want to keep discussing him,” Red said softly, his eyes still closed. “But yes. He’s called a few times. It’s been kind of fun to ignore him, I’m sure it’s driving the idiot insane.” That brought another smile to Red’s lips and then he drifted off to sleep.
***
When they arrived home to the mansion in Connecticut, Red didn’t want to have any contact with the outside world. He turned off his phone and told Nicole to do the same, unhooked the Internet router, unplugged the television sets in the house—at least most of them. Who had time to go through twenty guest rooms and unplug every single TV?
Instead of spending time on their phones or the Internet, they did things around the property. They swam, sunned themselves, played a few games of tennis (she was terrible and could barely get her racquet on the ball), walked the grounds, and of course made love.
All in all, Nicole thought, as night fell on the second day home, things could have been a lot worse.
Maybe Kane Wright had been wrong about his predictions for Red—maybe Red really was ready to let Jameson International go. He seemed happier and more relaxed than he’d been in a long time—maybe the most relaxed he’d been since she knew him.
Nicole told him she wanted to cook dinner that night, so while Red hopped in the shower, she got to work on making him a nice meatloaf dinner. It was amazing the amount of food and sundries that were available in this kitchen, she thought to herself as she gathered the ground sirloin, ketchup, Worcestershire sauce, garlic onion, cumin, and the other fixings.
She began chopping the onion, enjoying the smell of it and knowing how good this meatloaf would come out if she could follow her mother’s recipe to the letter. Sure, it might not be the fancy pants stuff that Red was used to eating from Chef Roland or those five-star restaurants, but sometimes a nice home cooked meal made with love was even better.
She sighed contentedly to herself as she worked, thinking about the fact that this was really all she needed. Nicole would be more than happy to live with Red in some two-bedroom house in New Hampshire or Vermont, with a tiny garden, some land, a couple of kids and a dog.
She didn’t need all this other stuff that came with Red’s lifestyle and his work. What made her truly happy was simply being with him, spending time together, talking and laughing and loving.
So maybe it really was okay if Red lost his business, even though the mere thought of it still chilled her to the bone.
She reminded herself that Red had never been better or happier than he’d been all day today, as she mixed the onion and garlic and egg mixture into her ground beef.
The smell was getting richer and better.
Suddenly, there was a buzz of the house intercom system. She knew that there was a direct line from the guard posted at the gate out front, but she’d never seen it used before.
Quickly washing her hands, as the phone buzzed again, Nicole walked to it and picked up. “Hello?”
“Ma’am, this is Jeff Phillips at ADS Security. We have a man at the front gate who says he’s Red’s brother and is requesting to be let in.”
“Oh. And you’ve checked his ID?” she asked, wondering if it was possible the man was some kind of imposter.
“Yes, ma’am. His driver’s license appears valid and everything checks out on that end. But I wasn’t given any indication that Red was expecting visitors tonight.”
“No, we weren’t expecting him…” she said, confused. But if it were Red’s brother, she thought, he would certainly want to see him. Nicole didn’t feel right keeping him waiting any longer than he already had been. “Let him through,” she said.
“Absolutely. Thanks and just give us a buzz if you need anything.”
The line went dead.
Nicole hung up the phone and quickly ran upstairs to the master bathroom, knocking on the closed door.
“Red!” she shouted.
After a moment, the door opened and there her man stood in all his naked glory. He was dripping wet, his hair was still soaked, and droplets were hanging from the ends of his curly locks. He slicked it all back with one quick motion of his hand. “What’s up?” he said. “Everything okay?”
“It’s your brother.”
“Jeb?” His eyes grew wide with concern.
“He’s here. Now.”
“At the house?” Red looked shocked.
“I just got a call from the front gate. He should be at the door in the next couple of minutes. I told them to let him through.” She felt suddenly anxious that Red would be upset with her for not checking with him first.
“Okay.” He shook his head, still stunned. “I can’t imagine what would bring Jeb here unannounced like this.”
“Well, you’ve had your phone off,” Nicole reminded him. “He probably tried to contact you already and couldn’t get through.”
“Shit.” He sighed heavily, turning to grab a fresh towel. She couldn’t help but admire the rippling muscles in his back and his tight butt as he did so. When he turned to face her again, she was red faced.
“I should go downstairs and be ready to meet him,” Nicole said.
“He’s a good guy,” Red told her. “You’ll like him a lot. I’m just going to throw some clothes on and then I’ll be down.”
Somewhat relieved that she’d handled this situation the right way, Nicole went back downstairs and awaited Jeb’s arrival.
Finally there was a knock on the front door and she answered it, doing her best smile and hugging him as if he were her own family.
“I’m Nicole,” she said, as he came inside, looking around with wonder.
“Jeb,” he replied. “Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Nicole.”
She walked alongside him as
he entered.
“I’ve never been here before,” Jeb said, hefting a small suitcase over the threshold. “I stayed at Red’s old house, but it wasn’t anything like this monstrosity…I mean, this beautiful architectural wonder.” He grinned.
She liked him immediately. He and Red seemed like night and day—polar opposites. Where Red was dark haired, swarthy, almost exotic—Jeb was light haired, pale, and All-American. He had a plain, trusting, boyish face but a quick and surprisingly funny wit that immediately endeared him to her.
“Would you like to settle in for a minute?” she asked. “I can show you to one of the guest rooms and then if you need to relax, change, use the bathroom…”
“Is Red around?” he said, glancing up the spiral staircase in the foyer.
“He’s just getting out of the shower, he’ll be down in a few minutes.”
Jeb sighed a little, as if hoping to get an unpleasant job out of the way sooner rather than later. “Sure, I’d love to have a moment or two of downtime. Thanks.”
As she took him to one of the lovely guest rooms, Jeb mentioned he hadn’t been able to get through to Red on his phone. “I tried him like four or five times, and the last one it said his mailbox was full. I was starting to get pretty worried.”
“He’s fine,” she said. “He just shut his phone off for a little while because he needed a break.”
Jeb’s forehead wrinkled at this piece of news. “Red needed a break from work? I guess more’s changed around here than just his new house.”
She left him in the guest room and let him know she was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Jeb seemed happy enough with that, and so Nicole went back to continue making her meatloaf, feeling confident that this would be a simple family visit. It seemed as though Jeb was merely checking in on Red after not being able to get in touch with him for an extended period of time.
She was just packing the meatloaf mixture into her baking pan when Jeb appeared at the kitchen entrance, smiling wryly. “I thought for sure Red would have a whole team of cooks in here, assisting you with this lovely supper.”
“Nope, just little old me,” she laughed.