The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone

by D H Sidebottom

  I watched in delight as my fingers relentlessly tortured the usual stern faced, serious man into fits of snorts, tears, shouts and laughter. “Fuck!” he squealed when I refused to let up, tickling and ribbing him unremittingly. His face was bright red as he bucked and jerked beneath me.

  “Tell me how awesome you think I am, Kade.” I laughed as his head flipped from one side to the other.

  I stilled when I caught sight of a deep scar running the length of his neck. How had I not seen this before? It was raw and angry and I released his ribs to mindlessly track the line of it with my fingertips.

  He stiffened beneath me and I set my eyes on his. The depth of shame and anxiety on his face halted my passage. “Don’t” he choked out but I shifted my head, tipping my head in curiosity.

  I knew how he had got it. I remember Liam had been frantic when the news came in that Ava had been taken and tortured. And I also knew it had been Kade that had saved her life, which at the time I had thought strange due to the friction that had always been between Mason and him. Now, though, it was all starting to slot into place and fill the little gaps of confusion in my head.

  “Why?”

  I watched his throat bob manically as his body juddered with a violent shiver. “Just . . .”

  He rolled his lips and I locked his gaze as I ignored his protest and continued with my voyage, tracking the deep scar tissue blindly as I kept my eyes fixed on his. “Please . . .” he pleaded with a tight voice as his chest rose frantically beneath me, the rise of his lungs lifting and lowering me rhythmically but I ventured on, now only skimming the disfigurement as I softened my approach.

  “Do you know how sexy I find this?” I whispered as I continued with the tour across his stubbled jawline and over his cheekbone.

  A soft puff of breath whispered across my lips when I leant forward, hovering my face an inch over his. “It shows how passionate you are, Kade. How unique your soul is and how utterly beautiful your heart is.”

  I planted a small soft kiss at the very top of the wound, sneaking my tongue out to taste his unique flavour. He tasted of a clean freshness but with a hint of saltiness and something subtle I could only refer to as cinnamon and soap. My senses powered to life, my blood surged through my veins and slammed into my brain, bringing on a wave of light headedness as I groaned lowly. The hit of him jolted straight down to my pussy, moistening me and preparing me for something I currently had no management of as my arousal dominated my control.

  His head tilted back as he exposed more of his shame to me, but from the soft moans he was making, he was far from uncomfortable.

  “Touching you, kissing you like this, it’s making me wet for you, Kade” I moaned as I slipped lower down his throat and sampled more of his skin. “I hate you for making me feel like this. I have never felt like this. I don’t want to feel like this” I told him quietly as I reached the dip at the base of his throat and suckled on him softly, tenderly taking the last part of his scar and idolising it with my mouth. “I hate you for making me lose control.”

  He rocked his hips and pushed his erection against me, rubbing both of us through his jeans as I continued with my abandoned self-indulgence. “Tell me why, Kade? Tell me how you can do this?”

  He mumbled something and I wasn’t sure if it was incomprehensible or if my hearing had buggered off as I slipped open the top button of his shirt and softly kissed the skin that was exposed to me.

  He whimpered as his cock rubbed more feverishly under my wet cunt, his moans becoming louder as I moved lower, pushing his shirt wide open when I had popped each of the buttons on his shirt.

  “Fuck!” he hissed when I ran my teeth over his sensitive nipple.

  I peered up at him and my mouth dried instantly when I caught him watching me with a carnal and heated expression on his face. He palmed my cheek tenderly with his hand but then slid it around to the nape of my neck, tightening his fist around the roots of my hair and tugged my head back until I was looking directly at him. “I thought we had an agreement?”

  I frowned at him, not understanding what he meant but he suddenly sat up, bringing his face close to mine as his chest rubbed against my hardened nipples beneath the material of my t-shirt, “An agreement?”

  He nodded slowly, his eyes holding onto mine as tight as his hand grasped my hair. The pain was doing stupid things to my lust, driving me wild with a hunger for a fuck that would not only sate my arousal but also heighten my desire for pain.

  “It’s my turn, sweetheart. I told you that I would take you how I wanted the next time we did this.”

  “But, we’re not doing this.” I climbed from his knee and off the bed but his hand gripped my wrist and he spun me back around.

  “I didn’t think you’d be one to go back on your word, Beaumont.” He lifted an eyebrow at me and I scoffed. “And besides,” he continued as he tugged my hand and my knees fell onto the bed beside him. “You were definitely doing this a moment ago.”

  I tried to keep myself in check but he knelt in front of me, took both my wrists in one hand and held them behind my back, holding me hostage under his grip and his stare. “It’s my turn, Grace. And now I show you how I like to play.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kade

  SHE SAT SILENT on the bed, her posture timid but her eyes steely with her resolve as she watched me stroll across the room and bring the plain high backed chair into the centre.

  “Stand up.”

  It was a simple order but my gut heated with the way her eyes lightened as they lifted to mine and her chest rose significantly with her arousal. Who’d have thought? Grace Beaumont liked to play.

  She unfurled her legs and slid from the bed slowly but gracefully, her body a complete depiction of her name as her eyes held mine and spoke to me of her determination to do this. Her long legs carried her quietly and fluidly towards me until she came to halt before me.

  I held her in my gaze for a few moments, just observing the way she saw things. The way her eyes penetrated mine as she read my desire and excitement and the way she scrutinised every movement of my face told me of her expertise in the field she had chosen. She was an elite and her whole stance screamed of her magnitude as her natural position before me was shielded and prepared.

  “Do you trust me?”

  Her wide eyes blinked at me but her gaze never shifted. She secured me as I held her, she read me as I studied her and she needed me as I craved her. “I asked if you trust me, Grace Beaumont.”

  She took a small slight breath but her eyes softened marginally as her lips parted to whisper her answer. “Yes. I do.”

  “Take off your clothes.”

  She didn’t hesitate, even with my dominant tone, she just proceeded to lift her shirt from her body, revealing another of her plain sexy bra’s and I knew before she removed her jeans that her privacy would be protected by a matching pair of cotton white knickers. “And the underwear” I ordered as she stood before me, the white briefs still sheltering her modesty but she didn’t argue, she didn’t even flinch when she pulled them off her body and dropped them to the floor beside her.

  I reached out. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her soft supple skin and my already hard cock pulsed in delight when my fingertips found their goal and her silkiness met me beneath my own skin. “Tell me, Grace. How do you see your body?”

  “What?” she stuttered slowly as I brushed my fingers across her collar bone and up to her shoulder, her tiny hairs tracking my move with their own individual attention, leaving a line of reared little receptors in the wake of my stimulation.

  “How do you see yourself? Your body?” I simplified as I noticed her hands forming fists and her toes curl into the carpet.

  “Well, I . . . I’m uhh, I’m good.”

  I nodded slowly but brought my fingers to the front of her throat. A soft groan rumbled up her chest as her body gave off a slight shudder. Her chest heaved and her pupils dilated as the fire swept through her veins and demande
d more attention.

  I leaned into her and placed a soft kiss below her ear, smiling to myself as her whole body erupted in goose bumps. “I think you’re lying.”

  “What? No, I’m fine, honestly.”

  I planted another faint kiss and made my way around the front of her, dipping my tongue into the dip at the base of her throat. “But your whole essence is screaming of your discomfort, Grace. You don’t realise it but you are mentally shielding yourself from me. I need you to let go, completely and utterly give yourself over to me.”

  She stuttered something but her arousal was too potent for her to actually reply confidently. “I am going to make you feel so utterly calm, so beautifully at peace with yourself that you feel like you’re floating with the tranquillity of being so abandoned and free.”

  “Mmmm”

  I moved my lips lower, now tenderly brushing down her sternum with the tip of my tongue as her body started to relax and yield. But I knew it wouldn’t be enough, she would never concede completely like this so I picked her up, shocking a gasp from her and settled her gently on the chair with her chest resting against the back.

  Taking a pillow from the bed, I laid it over the top bar and gently pressed her face down until her right cheek was placed on the soft cushion.

  “Relax, sweetheart.” I whispered in her ear before I went to take the rope from the bed. It wasn’t great rope, it was just basic but it wasn’t too thick or harsh and it seemed pliant enough in my hands. “Place your hands behind your back and clasp your fingers together.”

  She turned around to stare at me with confusion, then her eyes dropped to the rope in my hands and she started to lift herself off the chair. “No, no way.”

  “Relax and trust me. Just fucking trust somebody, even if only this once. Let go of that bloody obstinacy and let someone else make decisions for you for a change. Trust me when I say you will never feel the freedom like it again.”

  She looked at me warily before eyeing the rope again and chewing harshly on her lip. “Grace, trust me, please.”

  ”It’s not that I don’t trust you, Kade, but I have a job to do and I can’t very well protect you if I’m tied up like a chuffing kipper can I?”

  Despite her faint worry I still grinned at her. “For one, you are far from a chuffing kipper and two, nobody knows we are here. At least not yet, it’s practically impossible for them to have tracked us down yet. You made us dump our phones and any other electrical device they could get a read from, so again, please just trust me.”

  She exhaled heavily but then turned back round and settled onto the chair in the pose I had instructed her to take. My blood tingled when she brought her hands around her back and linked her fingers together.

  I knelt behind her after composing myself for a few moments. Doubling the rope, I brought it underneath her arms and back round to the front, slipping the end through the loop and then repeated, crossing it mid-section to take it down the length of her arms and creating multiple wraps, fixing and cinching at regular intervals to establish a basic pattern, all the way down to her wrists.

  The silence in the room as I worked was peaceful, both of us lost within ourselves as I bound Grace. Her thoughts were somewhere I didn’t know, nor wanted to know. Her privacy in the moment of my sculpture was hers as I took her discipline from her and gave her the ultimate gift that anyone could bestow; complete liberation.

  I knotted the final piece of rope before sliding my fingers under each section, checking for leniency in the hold and making sure the cheap rope wasn’t irritating her soft skin but still appreciating the way the tension compressed the small amount of flesh on her arms and caused a delicate pattern of grooves down to her linked hands.

  She had never looked more beautiful as I caught a glimpse of her face. Her eyes were closed and her features were utterly relaxed and easy, her eyelashes slightly resting against her cheeks and showing me she wasn’t forcing them shut. Her plump lips were parted slightly as her inhalations were level and steady, the rhythm of her chest depressions acknowledging her serenity as I remained quiet and still, allowing us both to relish in the calm.

  She remained in position as if sensing it was required of her. She never spoke and she never opened her eyes to look for me. She just waited sedately and I knew she was relishing this moment in time as much as I was after such a hectic week.

  “Listen to the serenity, Grace. Feed from its stillness.” I whispered as I unlinked her fingers and began to trace around the edge of them. A faint moan hummed in the quiet but that was the only evidence of her consciousness.

  “Do you feel good?” I asked calmly as I left her fingers and traced along the edge of the jute around her wrist.

  “Yes.” It was softly spoken but the quiet tone made me smile. I had never expected this level of surrender from her and she had no idea how much it delighted me.

  I moved my hands further up her arms, outlining the rope and following its intricate path up to her shoulders where I then brushed over her and down to the front of her, cupping her breasts and bringing my mouth to her ear. “When you are like this, you are perfectly mine, Grace. Mine to have, mine to possess and mine to guide. I’ll take you however I want and whichever way I want. You are my puppet, but for you to experience the level of pleasure I can take you to, then I need your complete trust and your total submission.”

  “Yes,” she repeated just as quietly.

  Her lips parted further as I stroked my thumb over her nipple. It peaked and hardened immediately as she echoed another small groan. “You are so beautiful when you are like this. Your face is so peaceful that you appear to glow.”

  Her lips lifted into a small pretty smile as her eyes flickered open and she focused on me. “That feels good.”

  I nodded but placed my finger across her lips, “No talking unless asked to.”

  She nodded and I fought the urge to blink in surprise at her as she closed her eyes again and yielded to me. For such a feisty killer to allow my manipulation was exciting and empowering and the knowledge of it pumped my blood faster as adrenaline coursed through my veins and heightened my lust, my cock pulsing with an almost painful need to be inside her fast and hard as my heart beat faster and fiercer.

  I moved back, lingering on my knees behind her as my gaze roamed over her relaxed body. I needed her compliant but stimulated for how I needed to take her, and with it being her first time bound I didn’t want to restrain her for too long. Her muscles and joints weren’t used to it and would stiffen quite quickly.

  I reached forward and pinched the back of her shin lightly. She jerked and sat up straight but didn’t turn or verbalize her displeasure.

  “Stand up, Grace.”

  She pushed up on her feet, instantly bringing her body upright but keeping her back to me. “I want you to place your forehead on the seat of the chair.”

  She dropped down and I nearly gasped at her complete compliance and obedience. I would have never expected this level of acquiescence from her but god damn, if it didn’t fucking make me want her even more.

  “You are such a good girl, Grace and for that I am going to make you feel so good.”

  I watched the rise of her chest flicker, the hitch in her breathing alerting me that my words had hit deep in her. She was enjoying the renunciation of power as much as I was savouring the conquering of it and I fisted my hands to stop myself from just reaching out and slapping her backside until it was red raw.

  Her pert little bottom was in line with my face and I groaned at the sight of it. Her pale skin was smooth and almost perfect as I cupped each plump buttock in my hands and proceeded to gently caress her. She stayed still but the rock of her hips was mesmerising as she pushed herself further into my touch and used me to make herself feel good.

  The erotic smell of her arousal was driving my need for her higher and higher as I leaned in to taste her. She gasped at the first touch of my tongue on her swollen pussy and I grabbed her hips tightly to stop her pushing hers
elf onto me. “Keep still or I will stop.”

  She groaned but I smiled as she disciplined herself and ceased her movement when I parted her labia with my thumbs and stole a breath at the sight of her delicious pussy, its aroma and perfection magnetising and inviting as I repeated a swipe of my tongue over her. God, she tasted exquisite and I suddenly had the need to drive her wild as I feasted on her. She started to writhe around when I took her inflamed clit between my lips and started to suckle on it as I slipped a finger inside her and groaned at how wet and hot she was.

  “Oh god, oh god . . .” she chanted as her hips rolled and she grinded against my mouth, her movements causing her to take from me what was being offered as I took her higher and higher and brought her to an intense and fevered climax. Her pussy walls drew in my fingers as she tightened around them and her clit virtually throbbed between my lips as she cried out and flooded both my hand and my face with her cum.

  I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside her and my jeans were around my hips before I had even come to stand behind her. The condom was on and I was sinking into her from behind as we both pushed against each other until I was soon balls deep inside her, her soft warm cunt dripping around me and feeding my craving for her.

  Taking a section of the rope in my hand and using it as a hold over her I began to fuck her with an urgency we both needed to sate the powerful throb that ruled us. She bucked back onto me as I thrust into her so deeply I could feel the tip of her bouncing against me and triggering a surprised yelp from her.

  “Am I hurting you?” I managed to ask around the clench of my jaw.

  “More . . .” she growled and I groaned as I forced into her deeper, screwing her furiously as I yanked on the rope and wrenched her deeper onto my dick, the ferocity of it scorching me as each drive snatched my foreskin sharply.

  “Jesus fucking Christ!” I roared as I felt my cum start to build in my balls and demand its release. “You need to come, Grace.” I demanded as I reached round and pinched her swollen clit.