Now it was my turn to hush him. Instead of using my hands, I captured his mouth in a kiss. For a moment, they were hard against mine. As soon as my tongue swept across his bottom lip, they parted and a moan resounded deep in his chest. He pressed me to my back, his hard body molding into my much smaller frame. The desperate need he was feeling reflected in the strength of his kiss, the desperation of his hands on my skin.
I pulled my lips from his. My hands traveled over the satin covered steel of his back, feeling every muscle flex and contract under my touch. I brought my hands around to hold his handsome face in my hands. “I chose to take the job. Me. No one forced me, Nick. Just like I’m choosing to be with you. I know everything about you, the good and bad. This happens to be one of the bad parts.”
His dark eyes seemed to see right through me. They were almost burning with emotion, dark and intense. “Have I told you lately how much I fucking adore you?" Nick whispered into my ear. He traced it with the tip of his tongue and I shuddered as his cool breath blew across my overheated skin. The combination of the heat from being tucked under the covers and the brush of his cool skin wreaked havoc on my senses, and if I was reading his reactions correctly, his as well. I could feel goose bumps rising on my skin when he nibbled my earlobe.
Rising up on one arm, he took both of my wrists in one of his hands and placed them above my head. He ran his fingertips down the inside of my arms, barely brushing the skin as I watched his eyes darken even more. “What have you done to me? You’ve cast some sort of spell over me.”
My eyelids closed as I surrendered to him. His deep voice and gentle touch was always my downfall.
His hands circled my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. They hardened into taut peaks, my spine arching up to get closer to him. I felt his hair brush against my chin and his lips traveled over my neck. “Do you trust me?”
My stomach clenched at the visceral reaction I had to his words. Throbbing, slithering desire coursed through my veins, my heart thumping out of control.
"Do you trust me?" He repeated his question. His dark eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement.
My breathing hitched and my body was almost pulsating at the lilt of his words. "You know I trust you.”
A muffled moan fell from his lips. He sat back on his heels and stared down at me. “You give me more credit than I deserve. I’ve had depraved thoughts of the things I could do to you.” His hands ghosted across my collarbones and breasts. "If I hurt you..."
My tongue licked over my lips as I stared at his broad chest and wide shoulders. My fingertips swirled over his hipbones. "Stop stalling. You started something…finish it. Tell me what you want."
His eyes slid closed and he inhaled deeply, his handsome face conflicted. When they reopened, steady resolve had replaced the struggle. He had decided. The firm set of his mouth and the intensity of his chocolate eyes said it all. "Ian is in the suite. If I can't stop, you scream for him. Promise me."
Even though his eyes were filled with desire and need, his voice betrayed him.
"I promise." The snarky side of me started to roll my eyes, but the braveness of his expression and the worry in his tone stopped me.
He nodded and he loomed over me, kissing me with an intensity that made every fiber of my being come alive. When he lifted his lips from mine, he released my arms and sat back. "Close your eyes, love."
Following his command, my eyes closed and the rest of my senses kicked into overdrive. I could hear the traffic outside the window, the soft rhythm of his breath above me. I could smell Nick. My nose was flooded with the smell of leather, spice and his musky cologne moving around from my left to my right in front of me. The anticipation made my skin tingle...
"Keep them closed, Savannah," he whispered. His voice sounded different, clearer and precise. "I'm going to ask one more time. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," I breathed, already drawn to his presence that seemed to be all around me. I wanted to lean into it and drink him in.
"Then it starts now, love," he murmured in my ear and I shivered at how close he was. "First, you aren't to speak except when spoken to...and yes or no answers only, unless I ask you a direct question. Understand?"
"Yes," I nodded. My arousal had spiked and we’d only just gotten started. If he could do this much damage with his voice, what else was he going to do to me?
"Good girl," he crooned. The bed shifted underneath me with his weight. "Lift up your head."
I lifted my head and gasped when the sound of ripping fabric met my ears. "I trust you, but I'm going to blindfold you. Are you okay with that?" With surprise, I noticed that the use of my name and his usual term of endearment for me were gone. No more 'love', no more 'Savannah'. It was as if he'd flipped a switch and my Nick had disappeared.
“Yes.” I’m sure my voice came out as a stutter. I was having trouble laying still. The electricity that charged between us seemed to sizzle.
His bare chest met mine as he reached around and placed the blindfold on me. I couldn't help but whimper when our skin met, the coolness of his body was shocking against my blazing flesh. I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted him more. I wanted him on me, in me, around me. My hips jutted up in search of him on their own accord.
"Not yet," Nick growled. I bit my lip in order not to moan. "Can you see anything?”
I tried desperately to see, but my vision was completely obscured. "No." I shook my head.
"Good. I'm going to touch you, but you aren't to move. Do you understand?”
"Yes." I felt his fingers wrap around my wrists, securing them both in his strong hands. He pulled them up over my head and gently wrapped my fingers around the post of the ornate headboard. "I want you to keep your hands there...it’s a test in control only. You could move. But you won’t," he reminded me. I could hear a touch of amusement in his voice as he repeated the rules.
My breath was coming in quick pants, the anticipation almost too much to endure. The bed moved and I felt his breath against my cheek. "I could do anything to you like this...you look so fucking beautiful. You’re completely at my mercy."
My eyes rolled back underneath the blindfold at his words and instinctively my thighs pressed together.
Big mistake.
"No! You won't come without me," he hissed harshly. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard until he spoke again. "Spread your legs and keep them apart."
My legs fell open and the bed moved as he slid closer. A single finger drifted over my neck and traced around the curve of my breast. My back arched, trying to get closer to his touch. His delicious torture continued, his fingertip looping around each nipple and down to my navel, his merciless hand floating over my overheated flesh.
I jumped slightly when his finger caressed the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. "Nervous?" Nick snarled. I would have been scared if I couldn’t hear the smile in his voice.
"No," I panted. I craved him...Oh god did I need him. I wanted him to take me hard and fast. I knew that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Nick was in his element.
"I'm going to ask you questions...you need to listen to my voice and not what my touch is doing to you. Like I said, you won't come until I tell you can. Understand?"
"Yes," I groaned, gripping the post a little harder. My nails dug into the wood. There would likely be scratches by the time he was finished with me. That much I was sure of.
His finger slipped through the hot slickness between my legs. I whimpered at just how sensitive and wet I was. I almost cried out his name when I felt his lips surround my nipple. More…I needed more than his mouth and hands.
"Do you like my mouth on you? Or maybe my fingers, deep inside…" he whispered against my breast, his fingers sinking deep within me at the same time. “Maybe it’s my fingers you like.”
"Your fingers, your mouth. Everything," I agreed, not able to keep my head from pressing back into the pillow.
"Just my mouth and fingers? Are you sure there isn’t something
else?" Nick admonished, curling his tongue around each peak.
Fuck. How could I ignore what he was doing when I wanted it so badly?
"Everything," I snapped when his thumb ghosted over my clit.
"What about my cock?" Nick asked. I could taste his cool breath as his tongue traced over my lips and along my jaw. “Do you like that too? Tell me.”
Was he trying to kill me?
"Your mouth, your fingers…and your cock," I moaned, my hips rising as his fingers methodically slid in and out. "I want it all!” My body clenched and a feral cry escaped when he withdrew his fingers.
"You won't come until I say," he replied simply, his voice commanding but composed.
"Fuck!" I yelled out into the room.
"That wasn’t a question. You’re only supposed to answer my questions," he hissed, tugging my fingers from the bedpost and pulling me up into a kneeling position. "Maybe I need to put something in your mouth to remind you."
Oh yes, please. Anything…
I felt his thumb tug at my bottom lip and my mouth opened. I sucked his thumb into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. A deep guttural moan escaped him, making me even wetter than I was before. I didn’t realize until I heard it that I’d do anything to hear that sound come from him again.
"Enough," he ordered, pulling his thumb from my mouth with a soft pop. I felt him shift in front of me. "Open," he commanded. I had to resist the urge to squeeze my thighs together again as his satiny cock slipped into my mouth.
He might be controlling what I could say, but he couldn't stop my thoughts. This may be a game, but I'm not losing.
I couldn’t help that my inner voice came off just a tad snarky.
"Your mouth. Do you know what it does to see my cock in your mouth?" Nick questioned darkly. I moaned wantonly around him. I took him all the way in over and over, his hands gripping my hair to guide me. Not touching him or caressing his skin was utter torture. My hands were free but I was still unable to touch him. My arms were shaking with the need to feel him as he slid in and out of my mouth.
"It almost makes me lose control. I want you to take everything I give you..." Nick groaned. We may have been playing a game of control, but I knew Nick. He was close. His cock twitched, growing slightly larger and his breathing changed to heavy gasps as he pulsed in my mouth. If I could have seen him, I knew his eyes would be black and his brow would have been furrowed. The mental image almost made me come along with him.
He fell from my lips and he moved on the bed. "Lay down on your stomach," he whispered, grazing his lips across my ear. His voice was sweeter, the severe edge gone for the moment.
Nodding my head, I stretched across the bed on my stomach. He straddled my thighs and his exploring hands were tender but firm, gliding over me possessively. His fingers dug into my skin, kneading every muscle until I was sighing in pleasure underneath him. I bit my lip, pressing my forehead into the sheets in order not to yell out his name.
He leaned over me, placing biting kisses to my shoulder blades. My hips rose up, begging him to take me. I was on fire for him, my juices soaking my thighs and the sheets below.
I’m sure I purred when his hands lovingly cupped my ass. He pulled my hips up and edged away from me. His tongue was now doing what his fingers had done before. He licked me from one end to the other, sucking my hot, wet flesh into his mouth. He nipped me with his fangs and I swallowed back a snarl, trying to press closer to him.
"What do you want?” he asked, his fingers sliding into me. He placed open mouthed, teasing kisses to each of my cheeks and it felt incredible. I gasped aloud when his blunt teeth bit down into my skin, followed by the soothing coolness of his tongue swirling over the same spot.
"You know what I want," I moaned into the blanket. My head cleared and I tried again. "I just want you."
I was so close to splintering into pieces. My knees were shaking so hard that they threatened to collapse underneath me.
"Soon, I promise you. I want you tell me your biggest fear..." His voice was clipped, but I could hear him begin to stammer. He was losing his control again.
"No!" I yelled, not wanting this erotic, deadly moment to end. If I voiced my biggest worry, he would stop everything.
"Tell me," he growled, his fingers pinching my clit. "Don't you dare come until you tell me.”
"Please, I don’t want to tell you again. You already know..." I sobbed from the need to come and the gripping fear of saying what he wanted me to admit.
"Say it and you can come. I'll make you come so hard. You want that…I know you do." His tongue darted into me, my body clenching once around it. I was on the abyss, ready to fall apart. I squeezed my eyes shut in order to resist, but it was all for nothing.
I gave in.
"I don't want you to throw me away," I sobbed, coming without his permission. It couldn't be stopped; my orgasm was so powerful that this time it was my fingers that shredded the sheets into tatters. I let the scraps flutter to the floor, my entire body splintering into pieces.
His hands were gentle when he turned me over and crawled over my body. He didn't take the blindfold off, only stopping to settle himself between my legs. "Does it feel like I'm going anywhere?" His cock slipped through my swollen folds as he ground against me.
"No," I gasped loudly, tears leaking through the blindfold. I was trying my best to get control of myself when really all I wanted was to lose it again.
"You've been so good,” he murmured sweetly at my lips. A moan of ecstasy rushed from me when he kissed me. His mouth was firm and strong, and I gave into the cool demand of his kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and I lost myself, sucking his bottom lip greedily. He reached down and picked up my leg, entering me with a swiftness that caused my head to fly back with a moan of relief.
His fangs nipped at my neck. "After everything, do you think I would just throw you away?" Nick asked me, his voice soft. His hips pounded relentlessly into me, setting a steady, fast rhythm.
"No," I whispered. I met each thrust with a roll of my hips, crying out each time his cock slid deeper.
"Do you think I would be so fucking stupid to throw away the most precious thing in the world to me?" He growled low, his words vibrating my whole body as he drove his cock as deep as he could go. His sweet breath surrounded me, making me want to pull him in closer. "I fucking adore you."
"Nick!" I sobbed, barely remembering we were playing a game anymore. I knew why I had the fear. I’d been used and tossed away before. It was different with Nick. Maybe it was the thought that he was too good to be true. Or it was the possibility that I’d found the man I loved with all my heart…and that was what frightened me the most of all.
"You'll listen to what I say first," he ordered. "You won't lose me...you're fucking mine!" He roared, raking his thumb roughly over my swollen clit. A shiver went down my spine and I arched against him again. The power and truth of his words drove home, stripping me bare. How was I supposed to hold back when he managed to make me feel so much?
"I'm not leaving...and you're not going anywhere," he snarled viciously. My body writhed with desperation. His cock was hitting places that made my breathing stop completely.
My mind was trying its best to hold back; however, my body had other plans. It was coiling tight and fast, seeking out its release.
"Don’t come again," Nick commanded, laying his weight back over me. He held my hips high and continued plunging into me. I felt his other hand brace by my head. "I won't leave you. There's no one I want on the earth but you...tell me you know this."
"Yes..." I whispered. God, I wanted to believe it.
"I want you to tell me that you're mine..."
"I'm yours...always," I cried, my thrashing head falling back into the pillow. "Please let me come...I can't hold off any longer."
"Who is going to let you come?"
"Oh god. You..."
He chuckled softly. "Good girl. I want you to come now...let me hear you!"
Exp
letives blasted out of my mouth as my body unraveled around him. It felt like my bones actually rattled with the violent shuddering that literally overwhelmed me. My inner walls fluttered around him, squeezing him until I felt him explode inside of me.
"Savannah, fuck!" Nick howled, burying his face in my neck, his fangs sinking into my skin. I trembled again as his lips sealed over the punctures, letting my blood pool in his mouth. He swallowed deeply, his body draping itself around me. He was purring like a contented cat. I barely remembered feeling the coolness of his tongue sealing his marks or the deep rumble of satisfaction still reverberating throughout his body.
He recovered so much faster than me. I’d collapsed in a blissful pile on the bed, my mind numb. I felt his lips touch mine and he nuzzled my cheek with his nose. "Oh, sweetness. If you only knew…”
He pulled off my blindfold and my sweet Nick came back into focus in front of me with the softest of smiles.
"I do," I shivered, wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt as if I was falling apart in front of him. I needed all of him to hold me together.
"You're right. You do," he whispered. He brushed the hair from my face, planting sweet, soft kisses across the bridge of my nose and cheeks.
"Treacherous man," I teased weakly, grasping his face between my hands. Emotion surged inside of me as my eyes traveled over his beautiful face. “Nick…”
"Oh love, I know." Nick sighed, his chocolate eyes sparkling with so many different emotions. I could see his love, his desire, even admiration in the dark pools. "You're one to talk." He kissed me softly, letting our tongues meet briefly before pulling back. "I didn't hurt you?"
"Do I look like I've been hurt?" I laughed softly. “I didn’t think it was possible to feel more than before…but I do.”
"The talking helped me gauge what I could and couldn't do." Nick pressed his forehead to mine. "I'm never leaving you and you can't get rid of me," he whispered reassuringly.
"It's still a worry," I breathed, looking away from him. "I feel like one of those needy women that needs to be defined by a man. And I hate myself for that because I swore I’d never be that woman. But there’s a part…there’s a part of me that’s scared you suddenly won't be here anymore."
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