Pretty Little Thing

by Tabatha Kiss

  “So, what do normal couples usually do after saying I love you?” I ask her.

  She laughs. “Well, according to my expertise, the general consensus is that the man carries his woman down to their hotel room and he fucks her brains out.”

  We lock eyes and her lips curl upward into a sweet, sinful smile.

  Yes, Ms. Payne.

  I raise a hand. “Check, please.”

  Nora glances around after a few seconds of silence. “I don’t think they heard you,” she says, amused.

  I whisper across the table. “Yeah, that seemed weird when I saw it in the movies. What waiter is always around to hear that? They’ve got shit to do.”

  She laughs and grabs her clutch. “Actually, we only got water so far, so I think we can just leave.”

  “All right.”

  We stand up quickly and I grab her hand as we beeline across the restaurant back to the elevator. She taps the call button repeatedly while we dodge the curious eyes of the host staff.

  Finally, the doors open and we pounce onto the empty elevator. The doors barely slide closed again before my urges take over and I pull her body against mine.

  We kiss, and this time, it feels deeper than before. Cosmically charged and delicately real. She feels almost softer, smoother, but no less tough-as-nails.

  I pin her to the wall and she instantly hops up to wrap her legs around my waist. I hold her there, feeling the heat on her skin as my hands travel beneath her dress. I touch even more skin, along with the heat and natural wetness between her legs.

  “Nora…”

  “Yes?” she replies with a moan on her breath.

  “Where are your panties?”

  She chuckles. “Not wearing any.”

  “And you didn’t mention this, because…?”

  “Well, it was supposed to come up sometime between the main course and dessert, but then somebody had to—”

  “Yeah, yeah—”

  I crush our lips together, killing the accusation before it even gets out.

  The doors slide open and someone gasps behind us. I turn to look over my shoulder at the elderly couple standing outside wanting to get on.

  I clear my throat. “Excuse us,” I tell them.

  I bend over and toss Nora’s petite body over my shoulder. She yelps in surprise and gently hits me on the back with her clutch.

  “Clive, what are you—”

  “You said the man carries his woman, right?”

  I playfully slap her bare ass as I step off the elevator. The old woman covers her mouth, shocked as hell, while the man does little to hide his smirk.

  Nora’s words get lost in her giggles as I carry her down the hall toward our room.

  Thirty-Two

  Clive

  I lower her down and she slides our room key into the lock.

  “Good girl,” I say.

  I move to pick her up again, this time hoisting her up and cradling her in my arms.

  My heart throbs. This was how I held her the first time.

  She seems to think back to the same moment and smiles as she turns the knob and pushes the door open.

  It closes behind us. Nora curls her arms around my neck and we kiss until I reach the bed. My first thought is to drop her like a rock and listen for the high-pitched laugh from her that’s sure to follow, but I don’t.

  I lean over and lay her down gently. Our lips barely part for longer than a second as I climb over her. We kick off our shoes. She loosens my tie. I feel behind her dress for her zipper and she leans up to help me slide it off her. I take it the rest of the way down to her ankles and drop it to the floor.

  I stay there to admire the naked goddess lying in front of me. Her heavy breathing breaks the silence and she barely moves, save the tips of her toes gently rubbing upward between my thighs. I toss my jacket off and let it slip to the floor along with my shirt and tie. Nora watches me undress, her tongue poking out from between her lips as I reach for my belt.

  “Come here,” I whisper.

  She sits up and scoots forward to align her mouth with my zipper. I give her no further instructions. She knows what to do.

  She pulls my pants down to free my hard cock and instantly sticks it in her mouth. Her suction is hard and fast, nearly knocking me off balance as I watch her bob back and forth.

  “Clive,” she lets out a breathy moan, “come on my face.”

  I tilt my head. “What?”

  “Please.” She licks me from base to tip. “Come on my face.”

  Nora turns around and lays down on the bed with her head slightly tilted over the side of the mattress. I gulp hard as she draws my cock close and shoves me back into her little mouth again. My balls tighten and my glands throb. Her tongue, her cheeks, her vibrating moan…

  So fucking perfect.

  Nora cups her breasts and I watch as she touches up and down her own body. Her hand pushes between her thighs and she lets her little fingers do the dirty work. She moans around my cock, taking me in a little deeper while she rubs circles around her clit. This view is almost enough to make me explode but I want to hear her beg me again.

  I pull out of her mouth and stroke myself.

  She takes a deep, smiling breath. “Please,” she moans. “Please come on my face.”

  I stroke tighter and faster.

  “I want it.” She licks her lips and moans, her hand still dominating her clit. “I want it so badly, Mr. Snow. Please.”

  “Open your dirty, little mouth,” I tell her.

  She obeys, dropping her jaw and showing me the perfect, pink tongue inside.

  “Again,” I say, balancing on the edge.

  “Come on my face.” She lets out one final begging gasp as orgasm takes her body.

  I come with her, releasing a heavy stream of cum onto her cheeks. It strings out onto her nose and chin, painting her face and I do my best to keep it out of her eyes.

  I let my last release dance on her tongue and she wraps her lips around me to suck me clean while adorable moans still rattle her throat.

  “Holy fucking shit, Nora,” I groan, out of breath and satisfied.

  I pull out of her mouth and she laughs to herself while I struggle to stay standing. She licks her lips, hesitating to move from her position in case she drips all over the extravagant bedding.

  “Hold on,” I say, reaching for the box of tissues by the bed. I pull a few free and kneel beside her. “Don’t move.”

  I clear a bit from beneath her eye and wipe the rest off her cheeks. She looks at me with that devious glint while I clear the rest from her nose and chin with a second tissue.

  “Thank you, Mr. Snow,” she says.

  I shake my head, my heart still pounding. “You are…”

  Nora chuckles. “I know.”

  “Turn over.” I toss the tissues aside. “On your back. Legs spread.”

  She moves slowly — painfully and purposefully slow — until I grab her and force her down myself. I drop to my knees and throw her legs over my shoulders as I yank her to the edge of the bed.

  She giggles. “Have I been a good girl, Mr. Snow?”

  “A good fucking girl.”

  I stick my tongue inside of her, coating it with her wetness. She grips my hair and pulls me so close I can’t breathe but I can sure as hell keep fucking her.

  Nora’s moans run wild. Each breath she takes sounds quicker and shallower than the last. Her thighs squeeze around my head. I move to her throbbing clit and clamp my lips around it, making her back arch and her toes curl.

  I slide a finger inside to fuck her some more.

  She looks down at me over the peaks of her breast. I can tell she wants to speak, to say something sexy or fun, but I don’t recognize a word she says. I can’t say for sure it’s English.

  “Co—me!” she cries out.

  I understood that one.

  Her cunt squeezes my finger. I lap up the deluge of moisture that flows from her and get my fingers nice and wet before pulling
out.

  I slide them down to her ass.

  She clenches in surprise as I touch her back entrance.

  “Relax…” I massage her tight, little ring. “I’ll make you feel good.”

  Nora runs her fingers along my brow, still quivering from her last orgasm. I lay long, soft kisses on her clit to keep it warm while I tease her anus. Wetness drips down from her pussy, giving me ample lubricant to make her ass ready for me.

  I slide a finger in, just down to the first knuckle.

  Nora gasps but she lies still, taking calming breaths. I lick her slowly, giving her clit a smooth touch while I move my finger in and out. The beautiful, aching expressions on her face are enough to get me hard again. Blood surges into my cock but I ignore it. I’ll fuck her brains out soon.

  But I’m going to enjoy this first.

  I push a second finger in. It slides in just as easily as the first one but makes her moan twice as loud.

  Nora bites her lip, driving my desire for her even more. That passion-filled face. That blissful agony making her twist for me. She’s giving me so much… and I’ll thank her body over and over for it.

  Her thighs tighten around me again. One quick jerk and the woman could easily break my neck but I keep attacking her clit. I want to hear that scream…

  Nora gives me what I want. She orgasms hard beneath me. She grabs the bedspread until the claws of her hands turn white. Her body’s in ruin and her voice is broken. She can barely move.

  But I’m not done yet.

  I release her and stand up, letting her numb legs fall down. She lies there and I hear her quiet, blissful hums as I grab my tie off the floor. I secure it to the headboard, leaving the ends stretched down among the pillows.

  “Ms. Payne…” I say as I climb onto the bed.

  “Mmm…”

  I pinch her chin. “Ms. Payne.”

  She opens her eyes and smiles at me.

  “Have you had enough?” I ask.

  Her eyes wander down my chest to my hard cock. “No, Mr. Snow…” she says, licking her lips.

  I grab her by the waist and push her back to the headboard. She lets me do it, surrendering herself and her body to what I want. I move her hands over her head and she crosses her wrists the way I taught her to. She wants to submit. She wants to be mine…

  I’ll have to reward her for that.

  I sit back to admire her naked body. “Give yourself to me, Ms. Payne.”

  “Every part,” she says.

  I lean over to kiss her. “Yes,” I say, brushing my lips against hers.

  I touch her restrained hands, caressing all the way down her arms to her shoulders. She flinches as I graze her armpits but sighs as I move on down to her breasts. I pause to kiss them and nibble her hard nipples. I bite at her flesh and run my tongue down her navel. I settle between her parted legs and pull her closer to align my cock with her. The tie stretches taut. Her legs wrap around me. Every part of her, open and mine for the taking.

  I guide my cock inside of her. She’s still so tight and wet. It feels like heaven and always has. I don’t bother being gentle. I grip her waist and fuck her hard, listening to every moan of pleasure she gives me.

  A few times, I think she might say wait. I think she might mutter stop and bring an end to this. But she doesn’t. She holds on. She pushes her limits for me and for her.

  I come so close to finishing. I force myself to slow down and pull out. Her pinched eyes open to look at me. I move down to kiss her, taking comfort in her lips and her warm breath on my cheek. My heart aches for her. My pretty, little thing.

  “I love you, Nora.”

  She smiles and lets out a soft chuckle. “I love you, Clive.”

  I kiss her again, leaving smaller kisses on her forehead and the tip of her nose.

  “Are you all right?” she asks.

  I nod. “This just… everything feels so perfect.”

  “Does that mean you’ll accept the job offer?”

  I kiss her neck, gently tonguing the hanging pearl on her collar. “Yes,” I say.

  “Good.” She pecks my forehead. “Now, hurry up and fuck my ass.”

  I crack up, laughing hard against her skin. “Oh, Nora…”

  “What?” She grins.

  I sit back, yanking her body closer and aligning us again. “I’m going to tear you apart.”

  She bites her lip. “Let’s hope so.”

  I enter her pussy again, giving it a few healthy strokes to stay hard and lubed. She raises her legs, angling her ass up as I slide out and push my tip toward her anus.

  Nora relaxes completely, letting me slip inside. I close my eyes as I gently fuck her just an inch at a time. I concentrate on her reactions, testing her body and slowing down when she needs it. She moans as I do, both of us taken in by the taboo sensations.

  I lean forward to place my hands on either side of her. I hump and grind, feeling a whole new part of her. She’ll easily bring me down if I keep going like this…

  “You’re gonna make me come…” she mumbles.

  I slide a hand up her body, feeling her curves and her breasts. “Come with me, Ms. Payne,” I tell her.

  Her smile tears me down. “Yes, Mr. Snow…”

  I let go, feeling the sudden surge of release. Her climax strikes her first and I watch the expression change on her face as I shoot inside of her. I put my weight on my arms, flexing hard to hold myself up when all I want to do is collapse on her.

  Nora lifts her head and kisses any piece of me she can reach. I shift over to kiss her back as I reach up to loosen the tie around her wrists.

  She slips free and cups my cheek. “Good boy,” she teases.

  I laugh as I wrap an arm around her. “Good girl…”

  I pick her up off the bed and carry her with me to the bathroom.

  Thirty-Three

  Nora

  “You know, a girl could really get used to this aftercare thing.”

  I lean back in the bathtub with my glass of champagne. Bubbles float all around me in the hot water, filling the air with the lightest popping sounds.

  And Clive — oh, sweet Clive — sits at the other end of the large tub with my foot in his hands.

  “Have thirty minutes of rough sex,” I say. “Receive hours of pampering.”

  Clive runs his thumb up the arch of my foot. “Nora, exactly what kind of shitty boyfriends have you had?” he asks.

  I roll my eyes. “You don’t want to know.”

  He chuckles and gestures for my other foot, which I promptly set in his very capable hands. “Well, it’s nice to know where I stand in your little, black book.”

  “Very highly,” I assure him.

  I lay my head back against a rolled-up towel on the tub’s edge and moan to myself.

  “Sub life,” I sing.

  Clive laughs and keeps rubbing my foot.

  I take a deep breath, smelling the warm, scent air. “Hey, Clive.”

  “Yes?”

  “Why did you become a Dom?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, obviously,” I raise my head, “why does anyone have any preference, but I mean… I stumbled on Red Brick to explore ways of relieving stress. Why did you go there, at first?”

  His eyes fall on the water between us. “My leg,” he answers.

  I say nothing, hoping that he’ll continue himself.

  “My mother, she…” He pauses. “My father disappeared when I was fifteen. He left behind a mountain of debt that my mother had no idea existed. We were already making just enough to get by and now we had to dump whatever spare cent we had into his damn debt or we’d lose everything. I didn’t want to go to college but she, being a teacher, pushed me to go. When I saw how hard it was for her to pay for my school, make her ends meet, and pay down that debt, I couldn’t in good conscience continue so I dropped out and I joined the Army. Every dime I made, I sent home to her.

  “After my injury, I felt so awful being a burden to her again.
I couldn’t hold down a decent job and the jobs I could get didn’t pay much — mostly just enough to afford painkillers, but still, every dime I made, I gave to her. I lived with the pain instead. I needed something else, something that would help me manage it, and that’s when I found Red Brick.”

  “You took it out on subs?” I ask.

  “No, it wasn’t like that. It was…” He pauses, gathering his thoughts. “Inflicting pain on a lover, even controlled pain, it was something we shared. I watched them overcome it, no matter how much it hurt. I thought if they could do it, then… Experiencing pain and pleasure as one in the same is the only thing that helped me. Eventually, I healed but I keep going back because it’s just who I am now.” He looks at me. “Does that make sense?”

  “Yeah,” I say. “It does.”

  “Life doesn’t have a safe word. Pain either fades away or we adapt and learn to live with it. Sometimes, you can’t even tell the difference.”

  My lip trembles. “How did she die?” I ask.

  “Car accident,” he says. “Died on impact. I remember thinking how lucky she was. She didn’t have to fight anymore. Without her around, I stopped fighting for a while, too, and… well, shit happens.” He breathes a short laugh. “Before we met, I had just started earning enough for a studio apartment. How’s that for timing, eh?”

  “Ugh,” I grunt.

  “What?”

  “Nora Payne,” I say. “Master conversationalist.”

  He laughs. “It’s all right.”

  I abandon my champagne glass on the tub’s edge. “Yeah, I think I’m just gonna…” I sink into the water, “drown myself now.”

  Clive slides forward and pulls me up into his lap. Water splashes over the edges onto the floor as he wraps his arms around me to hold me against him.

  “Don’t you dare,” he says. He kisses my jaw. “It’s good to finally talk about it with someone I trust.”

  I rest my forehead on his and cup his cheek. “You’re an amazing man, Clive Snow,” I tell him.

  He says nothing. He just makes that quick, happy sound from the back of his throat and kisses me.