His bedroom was a lovely space with a wrought iron four-poster bed, draped in sheer fabric. The feminine touches evoked Clarissa’s flair for interiors once again.
He laid her down gently and covered her with the comforter, tucking her in before climbing in beside her.
“Nigel, will you just…” Her words were lost against the downy pillow.
He bent in close. “What did you say?”
“Will you just hold me tonight—just, um, hold each other?” she asked again.
“I would love nothing more…”
Within moments, Nigel and January were fast asleep, wrapped in the circle of each other’s arms as they sunk into the most restful slumber they’d had in a very long time.
Chapter Sixteen
With a deep yawn of contentment, January stretched out and bumped Nigel with her elbow. They hadn’t moved around much during the night, and she realized that she was going to miss waking up in his arms when she left Provence.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” His hands smoothed over her bare face. Her natural skin was so very pale—a stark contrast to her shiny black hair which fell around her shoulders in thick tendrils. And Nigel couldn’t stop looking at her. “I was right.”
“About what?” she asked.
“You are prettier without your lipstick and lashes,” he told her. “You don’t have to hide behind all that with me.”
Already, she could feel her heart slipping away from her control. Nigel had moved in, and she didn’t want to tell him to leave. “And you’re too sweet.”
Arms entwining again with his, she kissed him with cautious passion, fearing that he wasn’t ready for a romp that morning. His emotional fortitude, however, continued to astound her. She just couldn’t imagine the weight that survivor’s guilt placed on his heart.
They were so new to each other, but perhaps all he needed was to fall in love again. While January certainly opened her mind to the idea, she couldn’t commit to anything right away. She still had to deal with Etienne, and she had a movie to make. The last thing she wanted was to string Nigel along, and there was no guarantee that he would wait for her to muddle through those decisions.
When they broke from their kiss, he caressed her face again. “Thank you for last night,” he said. “And thank you for being here this morning.”
Her own guilt had caught up with her. She wanted to give him some answers, but she felt suffocated by her own inhibitions. Nigel’s revelation upped the ante. This wasn’t just a fling.
All she wanted was to get away with Xavier for a few days of debauchery. She had no intentions of meeting someone. Pressure mounting, she rubbed her temples, waiting for her head to explode.
“What is it?”
He was so attuned to her thoughts and feelings—and that terrified her.
“Nigel, I’m leaving soon,” she blurted out. “I only have a couple more days.”
Without a thought, he leaned in close to her. “Shhh…” His lips swept over hers again. “I know that you’re leaving. I understand the possible consequences of being separated from you. And I’m doing just what we promised each other last night, and that’s living for this single second, right now.”
“But I don’t know what I’ll—”
“Neither do I,” he said. “But I’ve decided I’m not going to give up on a delightful week with you just because life is looming outside this fantasy that’s come to life for both of us. There will always be obstacles in life, but I don’t want to sit around and wait for them. It’s time, January. It’s time to start living again.”
“But…”
“No buts,” he said and traced his thumb over her lip. “We have so much to do today, and I’m canceling my lessons for the rest of the week.”
The thought touched her heart. “You’re…canceling your students…for me?”
“For us,” he corrected her. He used to appreciate spontaneous adventure; now, he wanted the old Nigel back. “We’re going to take the time you have left, and we’re going to have the same kind of crazy fun we had the other night at the club.”
As she wrapped her leg around his back, a low, sexy laugh rolled from her throat. “That was fun,” she agreed, as his body moved over hers.
“Maybe you’ll let me spank you again—or tie you up.”
A grin stretched across her face. Maybe training Nigel wasn’t going to be as difficult as she initially thought.
While his kisses fed her passion, she couldn’t get close enough to him. “Now, you’re speaking my language. We’re gonna have to work with that riding crop.”
Nigel, however, wasn’t interested in kinky conversation. He had to get his sweatshirt off her body, but she wiggled beneath him as his fingers tickled over her torso.
“Oh, lady, I can wield a crop,” he boasted. “I was just being a gentleman.”
“You can take the ‘gentle’ out of that equation.”
Finally, he managed to pull the damn shirt over her head, releasing her breasts. Nigel lost himself in feeling the soft skin of her curves while his thumbs flicked over her nipples. “Oh, I intend to.”
“No, make me beg…”
Laughter echoed in his surprise. “What?”
“Please, Nigel, make me beg…”
“What if I do this instead?”
Suddenly, her back arched from the searing pain as his thumbs and forefingers pinched her nipples hard.
“Oh, that feels so good!” she shouted and kicked her feet in the air. “Please, more…”
Sitting back, he looked at her with suspicion. Strategically, he positioned his hard cock right against the lace of her panties. “Aren’t you supposed to call me ‘Sir’ or something?”
Eyes rolling back into her head, she reeled from the pleasure. “Or something…”
A pensive but wicked smile curled his lips. “I want to be Maestro—because I have every intention of commanding you like a fine violin.”
January had to hold her laughter back. Nigel was trying so hard, but now, he just sounded silly. “Maestro,” she pondered out loud. “You’ve gotta work up to that.”
“Am I supposed to be the Dominant partner here, or are you?” he teased. “And don’t get any ideas because you, Miss Gallimore, are not spanking me.”
Even if he didn’t completely understand the whole BDSM lifestyle, Nigel made sex fun. “And what if I try?”
“I’ll…” He suddenly hopped out of bed. “I’ll spank you back, I suppose.”
Without explanation, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a handful of condoms. “I bought this time. We can go Dutch the next.”
With a yank to his boxer briefs, she strategically trapped the waistband beneath his cock. “Mmm…breakfast. Come here and let me dig in.”
“It’s Maestro, darling—Maestro.”
Patting her open thighs, she licked her lips. “You have to earn your title.”
“I thought the submissive was the one who was supposed to earn rewards,” he said, dropping the condoms on the nightstand as he kicked off his boxers. “This thing you call BDSM is awfully confusing.”
Her hand closed around his hardness. As he crawled into bed, Nigel remained on his knees, his long form looming above her. Etienne wasn’t quite that tall. Certainly, next to January, he’d towered. However, Nigel’s six-foot-four frame afforded her a feeling of safety—an essential element for every submissive.
“Ahhh…” she murmured as she stroked him.
“And what do you think you’re going to do with that?”
Opening her gray eyes wide, she smiled. “What do you want me to do with it?”
Self-conscious as ever, he chuckled, muffling the sound with his hand. “Well…”
“Tell me what to do.” She coached him as she continued to knead her fingers along his stiff shaft. “Command me. Boss me around. I can take it.”
Clearing his throat, Nigel held his head high. “I want you to…I want you to suck me.”
Wetting
her lips again with her tongue, she asked, “Where?” And then she eased back to watch him.
“You know what I want. Come on, January,” he begged, feeling like the submissive himself. However, she didn’t move. In fact, her stare rattled Nigel as it challenged him. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, will you just suck my dick already? It’s not like we have all day…”
“Perfect!” she squealed as she dived between his legs. “Keep that going.”
Joyously, she wrapped her lips just around the head of his cock and circled her tongue over his foreskin. This was a first for January. She’d never blown a man who wasn’t circumcised, but she thoroughly enjoyed the introduction. She felt like she had a little extra to explore.
However, she also had to test the waters with Nigel’s potential talents in domination.
“Oh, now what?” Nigel growled as she pulled back.
Her eyes sparkled, as she whispered, “Call me names.”
In frustration, he shook his cock in his hands. “Well…”
“Go ahead.” She dipped her head to give his thick erection a reminder lick. “Tell me how filthy I am. Tell me that I’m a bad girl.”
“Um…” He gazed out the window in deep thought. “You…you sassy tart.”
“Oh, you can do better,” she encouraged him. “More…”
“You naughty, naughty trollop.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.” She resumed her position taking just a little more of him into her mouth. Once he learned the art of deprecation, they’d be on their way. First, she had to start small. Take baby steps. And reward him. It was like learning how to become a proper submissive but in reverse.
“Nothing but a slapper…” he grunted as she moved further down his cock, enveloping him in her mouth. “That’s all you’ll ever be.”
Meanwhile, January had no idea what the hell he was calling her; she just assumed it wasn’t nice. And the thrill of arousal tickled between her legs.
Nigel’s meek attempts at demoralizing her rushed her with both humor and desire. He was trying so hard, and his effort alone turned her on. The feel of his silky cock as she opened her throat to him nearly sent her into convulsions. The only thing that might make her come faster was a smack on the ass, so she popped her cheeks in the air as a hint.
“You dirty whore,” he rambled on. “Dirty, filthy whore!”
Although she wiggled her ass, Nigel seemed intensely involved in his name calling. All she wanted was one nice strike, but she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt this blowjob to ask.
Fellatio was a talent January took seriously. Now, though, she was more mindful than ever of the movements of her lips along the rigid length of him. Like a serpent, her tongue slithered back up his cock to tease the head again.
“You harlot, January,” Nigel said as if he were a child reciting lines for the church’s annual Christmas pageant. “What are you doing now?”
Lifting her head, she muttered quickly, “Just spank me.”
“Oh…yes!” And then he looked down at that mane of black hair as she returned to his erection to taste and tease. Nigel sighed at the sight of her and then brought his hand down heavy on her bare bottom. “How does it feel to be a naughty girl? Hmmm?”
With his second, harder strike, January couldn’t hold back. In her pleasure, she bounced her hips wildly, shaking the bed with her fast moves. The hum of her moan rumbled against him, adding another dimension to Nigel’s pleasure.
“Oh, but you sluts certainly know what you’re doing, don’t you?” Nigel muttered while her head and hips bobbed. “One more for good luck…”
BAM!
At long last, he left a lingering sting upon her skin. January knew that she could die a happy woman, right there on that damn creaky bed.
“Enjoying yourself down there, my luscious harlot?” he asked, knowing she was far too busy to answer.
BAM!
Now, January began to wonder if he was relishing this a little too much, but she didn’t want to distract him. She could endure more than a little pain. His enthusiasm amused her in the throes of her climax. She knew it wouldn’t be long for Nigel.
As he came, she captured him in her mouth, drinking in every last drop of his loving. His fingers combed through her hair, giving an unintentional pull to her tresses that intensified the heat burning between her legs. He held on to her, caressing as his passion simmered.
When he finally caught his breath, Nigel attempted to politely pull away, but January was determined to spoil him with the full-submissive experience. Beginning at the base, she licked upward, flicking her tongue in her efforts to clean him. The aftermath of the blowjob, for January, was often just as fun as the act itself.
Settling his hands upon January’s shoulders, Nigel looked at her with sleepy eyes and a dreamy smile. “Did you really just come without my having to touch you?”
As her tongue traveled straight up the back of his shaft, she murmured, “Mmm hmm.”
“You astonish me with your orgasmic abilities.”
Shivers raced down her spine. Between the accent and his choice of verbiage, Nigel just couldn’t get any cuter if he tried. “Stick around. I’m full of surprises.” January winked at him. “I can control my orgasms, too.”
His stare, tainted with a modicum of disbelief, dared her to prove herself. “Is that even possible?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Imagine being denied when all you want to do is come.”
“That sounds…so…uncomfortable.”
“So uncomfortably divine.” A grin lit up her face. “I can come on command, too.”
“Do it…” he challenged.
“Why don’t you egg me on?” she retorted.
He paused for another moment, considering his approach. Now, he had to say something. “Do it now, January,” he ordered her, those beautiful blue eyes taunting her. “If you say you can come on command, prove it to me. Right now.”
Nigel didn’t sound like himself, and she enjoyed his alter-ego. A gruff, firm Dominant existed within his aristocratic soul. And January couldn’t wait to get to know him better.
At the moment, she just needed a little push, so she waited impatiently for his next move.
“I told you to do it now.” Disappointment washed over his face. He truly wanted to see if she could apply her alleged talents to their play. “Do I have to wait all day for the show? You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? Because I won’t tolerate dishonesty. You said you could come—you bragged about it—so let’s see it here.”
Always catering to her audience, January couldn’t let him down. She concentrated on his curt but powerful demand and allowed herself to sink into the pleasure of humiliation. The unexpected brio of his words livened her lady parts, and her entire body tingled.
While she writhed, Nigel caught her waist in his hands. He just wanted to see her come. He didn’t want to risk injury.
“Oh, fuck me…” January wailed while she trembled. She imagined Nigel fastening clamps upon her nipples, and she conjured the feeling of pain. Just the thought of him spanking her clit brought ripples of sheer sensation to her most tender spot. She hoped that reality would eventually exceed her fantasies, but together, they would test his skills that already transformed her into a crying, squiggling, begging shell of herself.
Just her desire for him alone left her so horny that she couldn’t concentrate. Coming like this, while he watched her with such intense eyes, rushed her into another aching need.
“Cock. Want your cock…please?”
“Earn it,” he shot back, and January stilled for a second in shock.
Rubbing her thighs together, she floated on waves of ecstasy. As her knees nearly gave out on that mattress, she was so grateful for his strong hands to hold her. He wanted more—he needed more—and he wanted to explore this side of himself that he would have never realized existed had he never met January.
In those thoughts, she found her orgasm pulsating harder, throbbing with her ne
ed to please. The wonder and uncertainty of taking on a new lover had returned. For him alone, she lost all inhibition and allowed her release to shake her submission to its core. Nothing ever felt so right as giving herself to Nigel.
She just hoped that he craved the same.
While her climax settled into intermittent shocks of pleasure, she relaxed in his hold. One imperative factor in every Dominant/submissive relationship already existed between them, regardless of Nigel’s naïve approach to the scene, and that was trust.
Faith in his capabilities soaring, she didn’t have a second to regain her balance before he chose to carry on with the scene.
“I guess you expect some kind of reward now?”
With a heavy palm to her ass, he pulled her close against him. His cock stiffened again. With his hardness burgeoning against her, she gained the assurance she needed.
Pressing her nipples into his firm chest, she allowed the tears of relief to flow with the thrill of his strike.
And then he found her lips for a sweet kiss.
“You are a marvel…”
Rubbing her cheek against the ridges of his abs, she murmured, “You got this.”
“I have a good teacher.” With a kiss to her hand, he sighed. “And I don’t know if I could pull this off with anyone but you.”
She took his cock into her hands and stroked him while she slunk back to the pillow. “Make love to me.”
They both looked at the pile of condoms on the nightstand and laughed. “Maybe one day, we’ll have the chance to do without.”
January hoped that day would arrive, but for the immediate future, they just didn’t have a choice. She wanted to feel his skin as he filled her. She wanted that strong, hard cock to entice her from every angle.
Without missing a beat, Nigel took her wrists gently, circled them with one hand and pinned them above her head. “I thought you’d never ask.”
In seconds, he slid inside her, lubricated by the current of her arousal. His grind, so steady and soothing, entranced her, and she easily fell into Nigel’s rhythm.
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