by Tabatha Kiss
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 a
lready 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.
* * *
My phone vibrates on the table by the door but there’s no way in hell I’m getting out of this bed to answer it.
The sun has barely risen over Manhattan. The sky outside is still a dark blue but it’s slowly brightening every minute. Saturday morning in New York City. It’s probably still bustling down there from last night but this hotel room could not be calmer.
I feel Clive stir beside me. His arms stretch over his head but his legs stay entwined with mine. I take the opportunity to slink a little closer, trapping myself between his body and his arm before he manages to lower it again. It works and he hugs me tighter without even opening his eyes.
“Good morning,” he says.
I chuckle. “Understatement.”
He kisses my head and inhales deep. “What time is it?”
“I have no idea nor do I care.”
He laughs. “You know, I have to work today.”
I raise my head. “Noooo—”
“Yes.”
“Just quit.”
“I planned on putting in my two weeks as soon as I got there.”
I groan and drop my head to his chest again. “Fine, be a responsible and model employee,” I quip. “When is your shift?”
“Noon. So, we might want to get moving now so we can fly back in time.”
“But…” I cling to his body, “I don’t wanna.”
He runs a hand along my arm. “Just a few more minutes.”
“Okay…”
I settle in, resting my hand on his abs. His skin spurs heat through my fingertips and I caress him south toward his—
Clive grabs my wrist. “Nothing about what you’re doing right now means a few more minutes…”
I feign offense. “I wasn’t doing anything!”
“You were doing exactly what it looked like you were doing.”
“Well…” I sigh, “I guess you’ll have to punish me, then…”
He shoots up and forces me onto my back. “You, Ms. Payne, are being a very, very bad—”
The phone vibrates again.
I scoff. “Someone is really desperate to reach me today…” Clive pushes off me and hops off the bed. “Wait! I must be punished!”
“Punishment later,” he says, heading toward the bathroom. “Now, clothes and breakfast and flights home.”
I throw on a pout. “Fine.”
Clive smiles and twists back in my direction. I set my feet on the floor and he tilts my face upward to kiss me.
“Good morning,” he says again.
“Good morning,” I say, smiling back.
He turns away and I watch that glorious ass saunter away into the bathroom.
I look at my phone and my smile becomes a sneer. I hoist myself up, throw on a bathrobe, and walk toward it, so not ready to embrace the real world just yet.
Uh-oh. Nine missed calls.
I call back the unrecognized number.
“Chicago Police Department.”
I blink. “Hi, this is Nora Payne. I’m sorry you’ve been trying to contact me but I’ve been traveling.”
“Yes, Ms. Payne. Let me transfer you to Robberies and Homicides.”
The line cuts off.
“Wha…” I wince. “But which one?”
Clive returns with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stops cold the moment he looks at me. “Whoa, what’s going on?” he asks. “You okay?”
“I’m being transferred to Robberies and Homicides.”
His brow rises. “… which one?”
“I don’t know! They should be more specific, right?”
“Yeah, there’s a huge difference there…”
“Ms. Payne?” a man says in my ear.
“Yes, I’m Nora Payne.” I hold my breath. “What’s going on?”
“I’m Detective Zimmer. I’m sorry to bother you so early but there’s been a break-in at your condo tonight.”
“Was anyone hurt?”
“No, ma’am.”
I exhale at Clive. “So, just the robbery part, then…”
He nods and lingers by my ear.
“Well, what did they take?” I ask. “Is there damage? How bad are we talking here?”
“No damage other than the front door, which your super is taking care of right now. Nothing was stolen, either. A neighbor heard the door breaking and called the police, so the suspect was apprehended on-site.”
“Oh.” I sigh with relief. “That’s… lucky.”
Clive lays a hand on my shoulder and I look up at him, finding a little more comfort in his eyes.
“Do you know a man named Alex Preston, Ms. Payne?” Zimmer asks.
“Alex Preston?” I repeat.
Clive flinches.
“No,” I say. “I don’t know anybody by that name…”
His hand falls from my shoulder as he takes a step back.
“He walked right to the safe by your bed,” Zimmer says. “Seems like something only a friend or acquaintance would know about. Can you think of anyone who might know of its location in your home? Recent house guests or repairmen?”
“No, not even my closest friends know…”
I study Clive’s downturn eyes. He won’t even look at me.
Why won’t he look at me?
“Ms. Payne, would you stop by the station at your earliest convenience?” Zimmer asks. “I assume you’d like to press charges.”
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sp; Clive picks his shirt up off the floor. His movements are slow and stiff, almost sickly, as he slides it on.
“Yes,” I answer. “Of course. Thank you.”
I hang up and lower the phone to my side.
He still won’t look at me. He just puts on his clothes one piece at a time. He tosses his towel over the chair. He doesn’t say a word.
I pinch my robe closed. “Clive, who is Alex Preston?” I ask.
Thirty-Four
Clive
Nora, I’m sorry.”
She takes a short step back and adjusts her robe, tightening it around her like armor to protect herself. From me.
“Sorry about what?” she asks.
“I didn’t think he’d…”
I pause, wanting nothing more than to hold her but she’d never let me get close. Not right now. Not with that rage boiling beneath her eyelashes.
“Do you know this guy?” she asks.
I could lie. I could say Alex was just some co-worker of mine who got jealous over her. I could say he was a disgruntled customer banned from Red Brick looking for revenge of some sort. Some insane lunatic. But why bother protecting a man who lied to me, too? Why dig myself in deeper when I could just come clean and hope she believes me?
“Alex and I were in the Army together,” I say. “He’s the man who shot up my leg and ruined my career.”
Nora squints in confusion. “So… what does he want with me?”
“A few months back, I got a job working janitorial and maintenance at the gym. Little did I know, Alex worked there, too. We got to talking and catching up since Iraq and he found out about my situation. He wanted to help. He blamed himself and told me he’d make it up to me. Some weeks later, he tells me about this data entry job. He’d apply for it himself but he didn’t qualify with his criminal record, but I did.”
“Black Book?” she asks.
I nod. “I got the job. I was really happy about it. Thought it would lead to something better down the line. But when I told Alex, he told me the real reason why he wanted the job. Apparently, he had a buyer. Someone with deep pockets in the market for a lot of user-generated personal information. He asked… he asked me to get it for him and we’d split the money fifty-fifty.”