Unthinkable (Undeniable Trilogy #1)

by Ml Preston

  “Maya, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...”

  “No, Samantha, it’s okay. I say that to myself all the time. It’s different when you actually hear it.” The waiter approached the table and I asked for a container for my food and the check. My cell phone began to ring. I looked at the ID and it displayed private caller. Thinking about the letter I read earlier from the NFL Stadium Committee, I figured this may be an important call.

  “Maya Davis speaking.”

  “This is Jaimie, Nicky’s sister. I hope you don’t mind, I twisted my dad’s arm to get your number.”

  “That’s fine, Jaimie. How are you doing?”

  “That’s why I am calling you. I need help with my party I am planning and I heard that you might know a person that could help. My party planner scammed me and took off with my money and I don’t know what to do.” Her voice began to crack and I could hear the tears in her voice.

  “Of course I will, Jaimie. I will get in contact with my friend Gabrielle and have her call you. Text me your details and contact information and I will pass it along. I’m sure she will be happy to help.”

  “Thank you. I feel awful. I can’t believe that this is happening to me.” The tears broke and I felt sad. She is a sweet girl. I just can’t believe someone took advantage of her.

  “Jaimie it will be okay. If you need anything else, let me know.” The tears stopped and she began to sniffle.

  “My brother is lucky to have you. Thank you.” I smiled at her sentiments.

  “Don’t forget to send me your information. I’ll talk to you soon. Bye, Jaimie” I called Gabrielle to throw this her way. I told her I would forward Jaimie’s information and for her to call in about ten minutes and how important it would be to Nicholas. She accepted with the “you owe me one” tone.

  “So what was that all about?” Samantha asked as she handed the waiter her credit card.

  “Jaimie is having a party and her party planner skipped out on her and she needs help pronto.” I forwarded Gabrielle the text Jaimie had sent me as I paid for my meal that was now looking like leftovers.

  “What kind of party is she having?” Samantha asked.

  “I’m not sure. That weekend we went up to his parents' place, I remember his mom telling him not to forget about it and then his sister telling him to bring me. I never did ask what party she was referring to.”

  “How old is his sister?” Samantha asked

  “I think she is twenty-three. She’s five years younger than Nicholas is and I know he is twenty-eight and Lance is thirty-one. She’s a sweet young lady. It may be a graduation party as I think she is graduating this year.”

  “Another graduation party.” Samantha laughed at the thought of us being at our graduation party, where this all started for us.

  “It was a great night,” I replied. We got up from the table and headed back to the office. Once we arrived back, I had a bouquet of white roses waiting for me on my desk. They were beautiful. There was a card attached and I couldn’t wait to read it.

  Sorry I have been busy all day, but I wanted

  You to know that I am thinking about you.

  See you tonight, your place

  ~Nick

  I blushed at the thought of being with him. I thought back to Samantha’s words from lunch and how she was blunt and truthful. I did need to stop putting my guard up every time Nicholas got close to me on the inside. I enjoyed the time I spent with him yesterday doing absolutely nothing. We did have sex a few times. He does things to my body that I do not understand. I am his completely to command, to dominate and control and I like it. At the same time, he allows me to control and he obeys well. I ran my hands through my hair thinking about us together and it was starting to excite me. I needed to stop thinking about it before I ended up pleasuring myself right at my desk, but I couldn’t. I felt my nipples get pert as I thought about his smile when he looks at me. Or, that feeling of his breath on my neck while we were standing in the kitchen cleaning up. Now I am the one thinking about him. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes thinking about how his tongue felt going up and down my body as he licked the caramel and chocolate sauce off me, or the warmth of his mouth as he took in my whipped cream covered nipples and suckled at them until I was near orgasm. I felt my hand began to twist and pull at my nipples through my blouse as my desire for Nicholas was getting stronger and my clit began to ache. I remembered that I had a lipstick-shaped vibrator in my box, a gag gift from the girls after I had been celibate for six months. I pulled it out, hit the privacy glass, and locked the door. I called Samantha, told her that I was on a conference call and put on my DND for the phone calls. I called Nicholas to see if he had time for a little phone sex.

  “You get my flowers?” he answered. Caller ID must have given me away.

  “I did, they are beautiful,” I replied. “I called to say thank you.”

  “No, you didn’t. Something else is on your mind. The tone of your voice is soft, sexy. You must be thinking of me.” His voice also grew softer and I could hear the background noise fade out.

  “I am thinking about you, psychic,” I replied. “About how you command my body and how it answers you. The things you do to me when we are together and when we are apart. How I need to feel you inside me right now.”

  “Really?” His tone was dark and commanding. I felt myself getting wetter and I swear I could feel him standing behind me, knowing that he wasn’t.

  “What are you doing right now?” he asked.

  “I am in my office chair with my legs spread wide with my mini-vibrator on my clit while I play with my nipples thinking about you.”

  “Fuck, Maya, why did you tell me that?” The groan in his voice indicated that he had a full hard-on and that he was going to have to rub this one out.

  “You asked what I was doing. I’m not going to lie to you.” I moaned a little as the vibrator was doing its job and taking care of my need.

  “Christ, Maya, stop the fucking moaning. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when I get to your place. I’m not going to want to eat nothing but you; better eat before you go home. You won’t have time to cook.”

  I started to grow more excited and wet as he described the actions he was going to take against my body. I started to moan louder as he became extremely descriptive of what he was going to do. Describing the pain and the pleasure, I was going to receive. I couldn’t find the words for a rebuttal to his commands of my body.

  “Nicholas,” I moaned as my orgasm was near.

  “Maya, are you coming?” His voice was dark and delicious. It controlled my emotions and me.

  “Yes, Nicholas.” I moaned softly, trying to stifle my passion inside that was begging to be released.

  “Call me, Nick,” he grunted out as he approached his release.

  “Mmm, Nick, Nick, oh God, Nick,” I softly cried out. I was spent. My orgasm shattered me like I have never known it to when it was bought on by my hands. Sweat had now penetrated my blouse and I had no idea how to explain why it was wet.

  He tried to stifle the desire to say my name loudly as he made his final stroke. I was sitting there panting and trying to get my mind back to reality after having it phone fucked.

  “Maya, you okay?” Nicholas asked rather coyly.

  “Mmm,” I muttered. “Yes, I am great.” He let out a slight laugh at my drunken stupor though I had not been drinking.

  “I meant what I said, Maya. I am going to fuck you senseless when I arrive at your place. I strongly suggest that you eat before you go home. Don’t do anything but go home and wait for me. I’m going to take care of the rest of the evening.” I was nodding in agreement as if he could see me. “Maya, did you hear me?” he questioned.

  “Yes, Nicholas, I heard you,” I quipped with a short tone. I was feeling anxiety about what he had planned for me and then they crossed with the way Michael treated me. He had the same tone in his voice when he demanded me to be available for him, at his will.


  “Maya is that an attitude I hear in your voice?” he asked. I quickly snapped out of my trance back to reality.

  “Uh, yeah. Sorry, I was thinking about what your plans are for me.” I thought I had finally put that ghost behind me, but I found myself in submissive territory again and it was not a welcoming feeling. I couldn’t let Nicholas know that I felt fear with his choices of punishment.

  “I can’t wait to see you,” I abruptly said.

  “I love you, Maya. I’ll see you later,” he said, slaying my fears.

  “I love you too, Nicholas. See you.” We disconnected the call. I turned around, facing my desk a little more relaxed. I was not sure what happened today. We were busy at work, Samantha and I grabbed lunch, she spoke to me about my feelings for Nicholas, I come back to flowers, and I have phone sex while at work. I don’t know how the day got out of order. I began to read my emails and made calls to set events up for the weekend with sponsors of the little league baseball teams. I organized the teams for the events, sent them their itinerary, and emailed the coaches to let them know the arrival time of their designated coordinator. I sent our warehouse a list of goodies each coordinator would need for their designated team so they would be ready.

  “You ready to go?” Samantha asked. I looked over at the clock and it was already six o’clock.

  “I had no idea of the time.”

  “I believe it since everyone out here is running around like you.”

  “Got any plans tonight? Me and the girls were thinking about a shopping trip.”

  “I have to pass. Nicholas is coming over and he has something planned for me.” The look on Samantha’s face was of total shock.

  “Um, my dear, you do realize that you haven’t been alone in about a week. I mean he drove you out to his place in Fort Lauderdale and now he’s staying the night with you. I think this is a serious relationship.”

  “Samantha, I am going to say something to you, but, you absolutely cannot, under any circumstance, say anything to anyone until tomorrow morning. Agreed?” I paused, waiting to see if she knew what I was going to say to her.

  “Okay, Maya, lay it on me. What’s the big secret?” She had a look of disappointment and anger on her face and had no clue what I was going to say. I thought she would be happy.

  “When you go shopping with the girls, pick me up a two piece, please. I want to look good in Turks and Caicos.” Samantha let out a blood-curdling scream that caused a stir in the office. I had to turn people away from the door when they ran to see what happened.

  “Oh my God! Yassss! We are going on vacation!” Samantha shouted. She couldn’t contain herself. “I can’t tell the girls?” she asked.

  “No. They will call Rick and Chris, they will let Nicholas know, and I want to tell him myself, in my own way. Deal?”

  “Deal.” Samantha hugged me real tight. I’m not sure if it was out of happiness or elation because I was taking a big step.

  “Maya, why did you change your mind? I hope it wasn’t because of me” She had a look of embarrassment on her face.

  “Red, it was in part because of you, but also Nicholas and myself. I can’t keep making him pay for my past and he wants to know the most intimate part of me—my soul. This is a serious relationship like you pointed out and I need to do my part to keep it going.” I was feeling the relief of finally saying what was so obvious to others. I was blocking my total happiness by not letting go of my past. “It’s time I let it go.” I walked toward my flowers that Nicholas had delivered today and looked at the card again. A warm feeling came over me as I traced his handwritten words with my finger and imagined him saying them to me.

  “Do you need time alone with that card, Maya?” Samantha said sarcastically.

  “No, I don’t. I was thinking, about Nicholas. What he must have been thinking about when he wrote this note.” I looked at the time on my desk. “Fuck, it’s six thirty. I have to go.” Samantha looked at me with a smile in her eyes.

  “Yes, Mr. Hansen is coming over to discuss an import project that only you can help get off.” She laughed at her comment. I rolled my eyes.

  “Hugs and kisses?” I said

  “Hugs and kisses,” she replied. We hugged each other and I headed home.

  ****

  I arrived home at seven o’clock and all the way home, I kept thinking about Nicholas and the things he had in store for me. My body was confused and excited at the same time. I couldn’t begin to think straight. My thoughts were running between pure ecstasy and pure terror. Although I told myself that I was not going to allow Michael to control my present by thinking of my past, my mind didn’t get that memo. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and walked into the building. I cleared my mind of my tormented past and vowed to keep it away. When I got into my apartment, I grabbed my scented votive candles and lit them in my room. Nicholas loved the smell of them when he was over. I liked them because they helped me center and relax. I took off my shoes and began undressing when there was a knock at my door. I felt my heart beat faster as I approached the door, knowing what was waiting for me on the other side. I looked through the peephole to buy time and to confirm it was him.

  He was standing there, arms resting on the doorframe as if he was running out of patience and I wasn’t moving fast enough. I unlocked the door and removed the chain. When I opened the door, we stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. I began to breathe shallowly, my chest heaving in my T-shirt, showing my anticipation. I was standing there in nothing else but the shirt and my red lace panties that matched the bra hidden underneath. He had a look of starvation in his eyes and I was his meal. He was standing there with a loosened tie draped around his neck, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned at the top. The silence between us was deafening, but he had a look in his eyes that spoke volumes. I took a step back, signaling him to come in, not losing contact with his eyes as he swooped in, grabbed my face between his palms, and kissed me hard and feverishly while gently biting my bottom lip when he pulled away. He closed the door with his foot and locked it without turning around.

  “God, how I missed you,” he murmured in my ear. “I can’t wait to taste you.” His words lingered in my ear as he softly nibbled on my lobes. He wrapped my legs around his waist, carried me over to the table, and placed me there. He took his tie and bound my hands together. Once they were snug, he then took the other end and tied it around the light fixture above me. I started to panic a little but was calmed down by his kiss upon my lips. He stood back and undressed before me, never losing contact with my eyes. My sex began to get wet at the sight of his massive erection. Even in his boxer briefs, I could see him swollen to full mast. I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting him deep in my mouth. I threw my head back as my excitement grew. When I looked up again, he was standing in front of me, gently stroking his cock.

  “Maya, you look fucking sexy tied up there like that, but I need to see more of you.” He walked toward me, ripped my shirt off, revealing my bra and taut nipples.

  “Christ, Maya.” He began to rub the head of his cock as he pressed his face into my breasts. He began to bite on my nipples through the thin lace of my bra as I moaned in pleasure. My hands were tied and I couldn’t express my appreciation by stroking his back or running my hands over his head.

  “Nicholas,” I moaned aloud with deep desire. “What are you doing to me?” My question was fueled by my deepening desire for him to take me. It was driving me insane.

  “Do you like what I’m doing?” he whispered in my ear as he continued to play with my nipples.

  “Yes,” I hissed exaggerating on the S. That must have done something to him because he stared deeply into my eyes and without notice, he snatched my panties off and began fingering deep within me. I jumped in pleasure and gasped loudly. He quickly covered my mouth with his, our tongues thrusting, fighting for control. My body started to shake as he continued to finger me to extreme pleasure. I wanted him deep inside me, pulsating with each
thrust. I pulled away from our lip’s embrace and threw my head back, his mouth now trailing along the length of my neck with his tongue feeling the way.

  “Nicholas, please?” I begged him to take me as he continued to ply my pussy. He pulled his fingers out and began to suck on them slowly while stroking the head of his cock with his other hand.

  “Maya, you taste… mmm. I think I want another taste.” Expecting him to place his fingers back inside me, I braced for the entrance. Instead, he dropped to his knees, spread my legs wide, and began to use his tongue in place of his fingers. He pulled me to the edge of the table, allowing access to all of me. My body was on an incline since my hands were still tied above my head and my pussy was now in his mouth. He used his tongue to encircle my clit and his mouth to suck on it. Using different speeds, his tongue was bringing me to my sexual ending. I arched my back to express my deep pleasure with the way he was controlling my body by using his mouth.

  “Fuck, Nicholas.” His hand was now reaching behind me to unhook my bra and free my breasts, giving him better access to my nipples that he had been playing with.

  “That’s it, baby. I want you to come right in my mouth,” he grunted out. He then placed his tongue as deep as he could go within my sex and began to flicker it forcibly in and out at a rapid speed while twisting and pulling at my nipples. My hips began to ride the pleasure he was giving me as my orgasm began to build deeper. He grabbed my hips with both hands to force me to be still as he began to suck on my clit harder. It was giving me such pleasurable pain that tears began to roll down my face. I have never experienced anything like this. I found myself trying to unbind my hands to be able to touch and hold him as he was bringing me to my undoing.

  “Maya, stop!” His words were sharp and jolted me, not in fear, but in dominance. My body snapped at his attention and I stilled my movement. “You still haven’t come yet, Maya?” he asked.

  “The pleasure is too heightened. It’s making it hard to release,” I answered.