Abe: Four in Hand

by Mj Fields

  “Pops this is Nikki. Nikki, this is my Pops.”

  “What’s your flavor?” he asked her.

  She looked up at me and seemed to want me to answer. “We gotta go easy on her Pops, she’s driving. Guinness?” I asked and she nodded. “And then tea. Two Guinness.”

  The bar was slammed. Dad needed help.

  “I’m gonna give him a hand.”

  “Okay.”

  Two hours later and after having to empty the till three times, things finally quieted. Only about fifteen people were left.

  “You ought to open up the kitchen next Thursday, Pops. You could make a killing.”

  “We made two weeks in one night. I don’t wanna hire anyone, son. This is perfect.”

  “I’d help,” I looked up at Nikki sipping tea and smiling.

  “You cook?”

  “No, but I could pour a beer and a shot. Looks like that’s what they all wanted.”

  “Abe, who is this beautiful young woman?”

  “Nikki Bassett.”

  “And what brings Nikki Bassett to O’Donnell’s pub?”

  “Well a guy, of course,” she flashed him that billion dollar smile, the one that I knew was gonna do me in.

  “A guy, huh?”

  “Yes, but he’s pretty grumpy.”

  “And why’s that?” Pops asked.

  “Control freak.”

  Pops laughed and looked at me, “Is she yours?”

  I looked over at Nikki who was grinning. I don’t know what the hell happened from the time I left Georgia until now, but she was different, something had changed.

  “She is and will remain that if she learns to abide by a few simple rules.”

  “On that note, I will say Nikki, welcome to O’Donnell’s. I will leave you both to hash this out.”

  I grabbed a bar mop and wiped off the bar.

  “Should we start hashing?”

  “Hashing?”

  “It out, like your pops said.”

  “Hashing wouldn’t be appropriate here, Nikki.”

  “At your place then?”

  “Hashing at my place? No, I don’t think so.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t think you deserve any hashing.”

  “What do I deserve?”

  “Nothing until I read what you submitted without my consent. Then, Nikki, you and I might just be a thing that almost happened. I don’t take kindly to some of the things you’ve pulled on me in the past.”

  “Three weeks. It’s been three weeks today that you and I met.”

  “Three weeks isn’t all that long of a time to have broken my trust at least five times.”

  “But three weeks is a week longer than more than twenty previous relationships, and a week longer than you normally keep someone around that you don’t want around for a longer amount of time. You said so Abe, remember?”

  “That may be true, Nikki, but when there isn’t trust there is nothing.”

  I was over this conversation and needed to walk away before I got even angrier.

  I was serving a couple draughts when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

  Nikki: Trust me. I trust you. If there will be no hashing later maybe, we can do a little #thumpanassthursday.

  I looked down at her, she looked up, held up her phone, and mouthed ‘waiting’.

  Abe: Drink and anger don’t mesh well with #thumpanassthursday Nikki. I need to #controlyounotbruiseyou.

  She smiled and shook her head, but I would be damned if she could change my mind. She would learn her place.

  Pops was looking tired and those fifteen people weren’t leaving anytime soon.

  “Take off, Pops, I can close up.”

  “No, you have that big fancy job to go to in the morning.”

  “I’m good. Go make your deposit and take off.”

  “You sure?”

  “Positive.”

  It had been two years since I had closed up the pub. I had only done it a handful of times, but it was pretty cool to be the last one here. Just like those few times I had closed in the past, I had company. But this was a much different kind of company. It was Nikki, not the guys who would hang out with me and shoot some pool.

  A few guys were talking to Nikki, and it was pissing me off. I didn’t know them and they didn’t know me. Another hour and I’d be kicking them all out. Pops always said nothing good came in the door after that, not since Lipton shut down. Their second shift used to frequent the place, and he kept it opened for them. Back then Pops, had a couple people working for him. Now he didn’t need it. “If a man can’t work twelve hours for his family he should retire,” was what he always said.

  When they were getting a bit too close, I walked over, “Nikki, you wanna come back here and help me out?”

  “Doesn’t look that busy,” one of the guys laughed.

  I looked at him and Nikki stood up, “Sure thing, babe.”

  “Oh, you tapping that?”

  “Motherfucker, you may want—”

  She squeezed between me and the bar, facing them, “He is.”

  “Is that so?”

  “You see that door, punk?”

  “Punk?” He looked at his friends and laughed, “Says the bartender.”

  “He’s not just a bartender, his name is on the damn bar.”

  “Nikki, my battle.” I turned her around, “You all badass now?”

  “If I have to be.”

  “That’s the thing, when you’re with me you don’t carry that burden. That’s my job and my privilege.”

  I heard the guys laugh and I looked up.

  “Closing time.”

  “What, no last call?”

  “You should just be happy that you’re walking out of here intact.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Come on, man, this guy’s a douche.”

  I looked down at Nikki as the bar quickly emptied. She was looking up at me, her hands holding onto the bar behind her with that look in her eyes. The same damn look they always had when we were this close.

  “You want me all the time. Doesn’t even matter if I’m pissed or threatening you with punishment.”

  “Yes,” her voice quivered.

  “It wasn’t a question, Nikki. I see it. I feel it and I swear I can smell it.” She looked embarrassed for a moment. “That scent does shit to me.”

  “Shit?”

  I took her hand and placed it on my erection. “Shit like this.”

  Her mouth formed an “O,” but the word didn’t come out. Her hand started moving up and down slowly. I had to stop her, so I took her hand in mine.

  “No.”

  Her “Why?” was a whisper.

  “Just like you are my privilege, I am yours. You are a greedy little girl, Nikki. If that’s what you want, that’s what I will withhold.”

  “I’d rather you spank me.”

  I sucked in my cheeks trying not to smile. “Yeah I know. That’s why you won’t get that either. Not until it’s for pleasure and you, my beautiful little budding nymphomaniac, are on punishment.”

  “Pleasure from spanking?”

  “You’ll see. Well maybe, if you could ever behave for more than the length of time I’m inside you.”

  “Maybe that means you should spend more time inside me.”

  I turned around because I couldn’t hide how badly she was turning me on.

  I felt something hit my back and turned to find she’d removed her shirt. Then came the shorts.

  Nikki stood there in a thong and bra. I was hard as stone. I couldn’t move. She started walking toward the door. She locked it and pulled the strings turning off the florescent window signs. Then she dropped the shades.

  She walked back around the bar, climbed on the stool Pops always sat on, and then onto the bar. She sat facing me as she unclasped her bra and let it drop. She caught it with her foot and then kicked it at me.

  “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me out?”

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bsp; “Looks like you’re doing one hell of a job all by yourself, do continue.”

  She leaned back on the bar and spread her legs wide. Something I always encouraged and she always fought. I walked away, grabbed a rocks glass, filled it with ice, and then some Jack. I sat on my pop’s stool and took a drink.

  “You just gonna sit there, or you gonna show me something?”

  She reached between her legs and pulled the smallest strip of fabric known to man to the side. “I shaved.”

  “I see that.”

  She ran her finger down her slit with a little less confidence than before. Confidence was sexy as hell, but a little bit of helplessness turned me on even more. That’s why Nikki still sat there. That’s why she was different than any other, and that was why I was sure I was falling for her.

  “How wet are you?”

  “Why don’t you come and find out.”

  “Uh, uh, uh, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do before you get my cock again.”

  She raised her finger to her mouth and ran it across her lower lip. “Do I at least get a kiss?”

  “As much as I would like to kiss your lips right now, I think we both know where that would lead.”

  “I’m counting on it.”

  “I’m a strong man, Nikki. Stronger than you think.”

  “What if I told you that I fought for us when I was gone?”

  “I would hope so.”

  “What if I told you I told them I’m falling for you? That I‘d fallen for you in Florida, but was afraid of it then. But now, I have fallen for your possessive ways, how safe yet vulnerable you make me feel, how you make me speechless. The way you say my name, whatever variation you choose, they all sound the same and I have fallen for all four of them. What I didn’t tell them was that I had fallen for your thoughts and I burn inside when I think of what it will be like to explore them with you, all of them. How when you caress me — and not just the parts that use to be considered private that I now consider yours — I want more, I need more. I ache to have you touch my face. I want all your kisses, not just the soft ones, but the hard ones, the ones that I am sure will bruise my lips, but I don’t care, I want them just the same. I didn’t tell them that when I am in your arms, I feel safe, beautiful, and adored. I also didn’t tell them that distance, any distance, even this two feet between us, makes me wonder if I was wrong about your feelings for me. I don’t like it, not one bit.”

  Her eyes started tearing up and I felt like the biggest ass in Jersey.

  “I told them something else, too. But if I tell you, you better promise not to say it back, it would cheapen it, so don’t you dare.” She looked down and blew out a breath. “What if I told my parents, and my granny, that I was sure I was in love with you?”

  “Nikki,” I started and she stopped me.

  “Please don’t say anything. Please just come over here, pick me up in those big old arms, and hold me.”

  So I did. Son. Of. A. Bitch!

  I sat on the stool with her legs wrapped around me as I kissed her cheek and her lips.

  “I promise the article is good. I wanted to surprise you with it, that’s all. I promise.”

  “Okay, shh,” I rubbed her back as I rocked back and forth.

  “I need you now. I need you.”

  I stood up and pulled my pants down far enough to release my cock. I reached between us and snapped her panties. She leaned forward grabbing my face and kissed me.

  Her tongue plunged into my mouth, lapping, tasting, worshiping, and tormenting my mouth. My hand captured, cupped, and spread her juices around her sweet fucking pussy. I pushed in one finger, then pinched her clit, and she screamed out. I reached down and rubbed the crown of my cock against her slippery lips, then pushed inside her, rotating my hips, stretching her. When I just couldn’t take it anymore I rammed my cock inside of her.

  “Abe, oh god, Abe.” She screamed out, I sat on the stool holding her hips tightly in my hands, pinning her, not allowing her to move, forcing her to take everything I had as I rotated my hips into hers.

  “Oh god! Oh god!”

  “Is that what you wanted, Nikki? My cock? You wanted my big cock shoved so far inside of you that you understood the line between pleasure and pain?”

  “Yes, teach me. God, please Abe, teach me.”

  “You sure you can handle more than this?” I shoved into her more forcefully.

  “I’m gonna come. Oh God, Abe.”

  And I pulled out.

  “No, no damn it.” She hit my shoulder with her tiny little fists.

  “Go stand by the pool table, Nikolette,” she looked at me, “Do it now and wait.”

  I wasn’t gonna let her love me, the Abe she fantasized about for two days. She didn’t know me yet. Not the Abe that demanded. She needed to love that too before I could trust what she said was true.

  I walked into the office and grabbed a few Zip Ties. Pops had them to hang banners and shit, but they would come in handy tonight.

  I walked out and she stood naked next to the table. “Lay down under the light, Nikki.” She did as I asked. I grabbed a pool stick and her eyes widened. I stood at the end so she was looking up at me. I laid the stick on the table.

  “Rest the back of your wrists on here.” She did. “Have you ever heard of a spreader bar Nikki?”

  “No.”

  “No, what?”

  “No, I haven’t.”

  Shit, I wasn’t sure I could make her call me sir. I would table that for another time.

  “This will act as one for now. I am going to tie your hands to the bar so that you can’t move them.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  I zip tied her hands to the pool cue tight enough that she couldn’t free herself from them and loose enough that she wouldn’t bruise.

  I walked to the other end. “Same thing with your ankles, understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl.”

  I walked around the bar, grabbed a bottle, a dish of cherries, and some ice cubes.

  I sat at a bar stool, took a drink, and enjoyed the whisky’s burn. I stared at Nikki all bound and spread on the pool table.

  “You look beautiful.”

  “What? Where are you?”

  “Do I need to blindfold you as well? Don’t worry about where I am. Just mentally prepare yourself for your punishment.”

  “How do I do that?”

  “Just listen and do exactly what I say.”

  Pleasure v. Pain

  Nikolette

  “You look beautiful.”

  “I feel like a fool.”

  I heard him walk toward me and then saw him standing between my legs with a bar mop over his shoulder.

  “I did this to you. Do you think I’m foolish?”

  “No.” I felt my face heating up.

  “When you sat on the bar with your legs spread, touching yourself, do you know how incredibly sexy you looked?”

  “Better than I do right now, I bet.”

  “That’s one.” He lifted the stick that my legs were attached to, threw the bar mop under me, and straightened it before lowering me back down.

  “One what?”

  He reached between my legs, cupped my sex, rubbing his palm up and down until I arched my hips into his hand. He shook his head “no” and let go. And then, without warning, he brought his hand down on my moist lips in a dull thud.

  “Ahh!” I cried out and instinctively tried to close my legs.

  “Do you know how many I owe you?”

  I shook my head “no.”

  “Two starting from when I bound you up.” He ran his finger up my slit but didn’t push inside of me. “You’re wet, Nikki. I think I was too easy on you. What do you think?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Of course you don’t.” His hand came down on me again, but this time he didn’t stop, he gave fast gentle spanks against me that caused me to moan out of pleasure. He pulled hi
s hand away. “I’m being gentle with you, Nikki, you should thank me.”

  He shoved a finger inside me without warning. I cried out and arched my back pushing into his hand, but he pulled it away immediately.

  “Do you understand what I am doing to you, Nikki?”

  “No.”

  “Pain,” his hand came down harder on my pussy. His finger shoved into me and curling up, hit that spot that only Abe could find. “Pleasure.”

  I nodded.

  His other hand came down on me as he fingered me. “This is nothing Nikki. Just a taste of what I can do to you. “Pain,” smack, “Pleasure.”

  “Oh God!”

  “No, Nikki. Abe.” He pushed another finger inside me. “I am going to fuck you hard with my fingers and you’ll come for me.”

  “Pain,” smack, “Pleasure”

  His fingers fondled, gripped, pushed into me with twists and spirals.

  “Pain,” smack, “Pleasure.” Was repeated, and what was at first torment, turned into a ritual calling deep inside of me until I felt my pussy clench, capturing his fingers.

  “I’m gonna come. Stop, oh God, stop,” I pleaded.

  I couldn’t roll away, or close my knees, or stop the teasing. I couldn’t lay back and absorb the orgasm like I had before. I was pushed harder and harder until I screamed out. I felt myself release and wanted to float down from the high of my climax, but he continued.

  “Pain,” smack, “Pleasure.”

  Orgasm after orgasm, I screamed out. Each scream softer than the last due to exhaustion, even as the intensity remained the same.

  He stopped only when I lay limp.

  I heard a snip and I pulled my legs together. I whimpered at the relief I felt. My arms were next and then he was gone. I curled into a ball and waited until he came back.

  He was gentle as he sat me up and pulled a shirt over my head. I opened my eyes and saw the green baseball jersey covering me. He wasn’t looking at me, but he smiled gently.

  He lifted me, holding me for a moment as he kissed my head over and over again.

  He sat me on the bar stool and returned to cleaning up. I leaned back into the soft leather and must have drifted off.

  When I woke up, he was lifting me again.

  “Hi.” I nuzzled into his warmth and hung onto his neck.