by Opal Carew
He smiled and took a seat at a corner table.
Corinne went to him. “Nate. What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you,” he said simply. “I haven’t been able to think of anything but you since last night.”
Again, her mind went back to their time together and heat spread through her.
Needing to put a bit of space between her body and his she said quickly, “I’ll get the coffee.”
Nate’s hand covered one of hers. “Coffee would be great.” He pointed to the pot she held and smiled.
She’d forgotten she had the coffee pot in her hand. She shook her head at herself then smiled in return. “I’ll get you a cup.”
He added a slice of apple pie, feeding what she recalled was a mad sweet tooth.
After her shift ended, he said, “I’ll follow you home. See you there then take off.”
“You don’t need to follow me.”
He gave her a penetrating look. “You’re in my care. I take that seriously.”
A warmth spread through her and she nodded.
He followed her home, walked her to her apartment door. Once she was inside and he’d heard the deadbolt slide into place, he left.
That became habit. Nate showed up at her work every evening. She began spending her breaks with him, talking out her day at school and he would tell her of his day. After, he followed her home and saw her safely inside her apartment.
Friday night, the time he usually arrived at the diner came and went. Maybe he wasn’t coming? It surprised Corinne how disappointed she felt at the prospect of not seeing him and then how her mood picked up when a short while later Nate walked through the door.
After she’d served him his coffee and his customary slice of pie, Nate said, “You’re not working tomorrow evening.”
She was working the day shift. Corinne nodded.
Nate reached out stroked her hand with his thumb. “Come to me tomorrow.”
He hadn’t asked but stated and Corinne’s body went on high alert. “Yes.”
* * *
The next evening, Nate answered Corinne’s knock. She was a bit later than expected. She’d gone home, washed the day off her body, and changed into a modest dress and flats.
Nate drew her into the house. “I was about to get dinner going. Are you hungry now or would you rather wait and eat later?”
Though the look in his eyes telegraphed his impatience, Corinne was touched by his offer. He would forestall his obvious preference for her. She could have latched onto his invitation to stall what was to come, but she didn’t want to. Her body had hummed in a state of awareness since their first time together and her excitement climbed another level in just the two minutes since she’d stepped through his door.
He took her hand again and rubbed his thumb gently across her knuckles. “Later, then.”
He reached into a back pocket of his jeans then handed her an envelope. “This is for you.”
Corinne accepted the envelope. “What is it?”
“A copy of my recent physical. I want you to be sure that I’m clean. I want you to know you’re safe with me.”
Her face fell and her fingers tightened on the envelope. “I’m sorry. I should have thought of that. I haven’t been with anyone . . . not in two years and I was tested after . . . after Steven.” Her father had insisted on that. She knew she was clean as well.
“I know that you haven’t been with anyone,” Nate said gently. “What about birth control? I’d rather not wear condoms but I will to protect you.”
Though she hadn’t expected to be sexually active again, the IUD she’d had put in when her relationship with Steven became sexual was still in place. “I’m on birth control.”
Nate nodded. She was sure her face was as red as fire and though she realized how important this talk was, she was glad to have it over with. She held up the envelope then released Nate. She went to the closet where she’d left her coat and put the envelope in the pocket.
Nate took her hand again and when he began to move, she moved with him. Her gaze went to the door that led to the dungeon and her stomach knotted. The knot eased when Nate led her to his bedroom.
She gasped when she stepped inside. Flames flickered from low candles in holders that covered every suitable surface. Brightly colored flowers stood tall in vases. Rose petals were strewn on the bed.
“Nate, this is so beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” he said. His gaze burned. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes.”
“Say it for me.”
“Stop.”
Nate nodded. “Who are you with, Corinne?”
“You, Nate.”
“I want you to stand on the rug in front of the bed. Go there, now.”
Nate went to the armchair in one corner of his large room. While Corinne did as he’d told her, he lowered himself onto it and relaxed back against the cushions.
“Take off your dress.”
Corinne swallowed. Of course she’d expected she’d be naked in front of him at some point tonight. Hadn’t she prepared for this eventuality? What had all that grooming been about before she came here tonight, if not for this moment? Still, she felt self-conscious and very vulnerable—and she still had all her clothes on.
Nate raised one eyebrow.
Her stomach fluttered at his silent command but in an oh so good way. She wanted this. Had come here for this. She reached behind her and lowered the zipper. The dress, a soft powder blue, fell forward, halting at her breasts. She moved the sleeves down and let the dress fall to her feet. She was clothed now in only her bra and panties that were a delicate cream color.
Nate’s eyes went a shade darker with unmistakable hunger. Corinne shivered at the undisguised desire that flared in his eyes. Blood pooled in her nipples leaving them heavy and aching. She could feel the now tight buds pressing against the lacy fabric of her bra and her center began to pulse.
“Now the bra.” Nate’s voice had thickened, become deeper, huskier.
Corinne reached back to unfasten the clasp. Her brown hair swept forward over one collarbone. She unhooked the bra, held it against her then slowly lowered it.
Nate’s gaze fixed on her without blinking. “Panties.”
Corinne slowly lowered her panties. When they reached the floor where her dress and bra now were, she raised her hands to cover herself.
Nate’s gaze smoldered. “Can you possibly know how beautiful you are?” He didn’t seem to expect her to answer and went on. “Leave your hands at your sides. I want to see all of you. I want you on display for my viewing pleasure.”
For his viewing pleasure. The words sent a delicious shiver through her. Nate took his time, his gaze roaming over her from head to toe, stopping to linger, then moving on and starting all over again. Her nipples beaded tighter. Her sex was suddenly wet.
Nate rose to his feet and slowly came to stand in front of her. He wore jeans and behind the zipper, she could see his erection was massive.
He reached out and gently brushed the back of his index finger across one nipple. Already tight and swollen, her nipple tightened and hardened further. She felt the sensation of just that one touch in her core and her clit began to throb.
Nate returned to that nipple, stroking and plucking it, alternating between soft and hard tugs. He bent his head and took her other nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking. Corinne moaned. Her head fell back. Her pulse ratcheted up.
Still licking and stroking her nipples, Nate used his free hand to gently insert one finger between her thighs. Softly, he pushed between her folds. She was wet but as soon as he penetrated her, she felt a surge of moisture that gushed onto her legs.
Nate continued to thrust his finger in and out of her. He stroked his thumb over her damp skin transferring some of that moisture to his own thumb, then began to caress her clit. Corinne moaned.
Nate was relentless. Again and again, he stroked her tight bud. He moved his thu
mb in light, wide circles that were making her crazy with want, and her desire built and built.
He knew just how hard to thrust with his finger, how much pressure to apply with his thumb to keep her on the edge but not let her go over. Her legs went weak. She trembled and dug her fingernails into her palms.
“Who are you with, Corinne?”
She was panting now, moaning, her head moving from side to side on her shoulders. “Nate . . . You, Nate . . .”
Nate crooked his finger inside her and stroked her G-spot. “Come for me, Corinne. Come for me, now. Say my name when you come. I want to hear you say my name.”
She moved against him, unable to remain still. She was making small desperate sounds of need.
Nate latched onto her nipple, raking his teeth over her now hyper-sensitive flesh. Corinne quivered and moaned again. He bit her. Corinne went wild. Her body bowed. She sucked in a breath. Eyes closing, she went rigid and then screamed, “Nate. Nate. Nate!”
She went lax, all of the strength draining out of her. Nate caught her against him, holding her against his hard body while she took in great gulps of air.
His huge arousal pressed against her belly. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find Nate’s gaze on her. His eyes blazed. She could see a storm of lust in his eyes.
But his touch was gentle as he carefully stroked damp strands of hair back from her cheek. “Okay, sweetheart?”
She wasn’t capable of speech at the moment, was barely able to manage the nod she gave him.
“I’m glad to know that because we’re not nearly done.” Nate’s voice was strained.
Corinne was spent, completely, utterly sated, but her body sparked. She was stunned to realize that she wasn’t done either. That she wanted more. Wanted him.
Nate lifted her into his arms then set her down on the bed. Taking a step back, he shed his clothing, all but his boxers. What he uncovered, had Corinne’s eyes widening. He was beautiful, his chest and abs hard muscled. His shoulders, arms and legs thick and powerful.
Nate bent over her on the bed. She could feel his breath on her cheek. “Who are you with?”
“Nate. Nate.” His name erupted from her.
His gaze went white-hot then he slid his fingers into her hair and brought her mouth to his in a hard, possessive kiss. Corinne kissed him back.
Nate broke the kiss. He caught both of her hands in one of his, then slid down her body. He spread her legs wide, then her folds and speared her with his tongue. In. Out. In. Out.
He was on the edge. She could feel his raw hunger. His actions, primitive, primal. His shoulders were tight. The muscles in his thick neck bulged. His eyes were dark and feral with need.
She could see how much he wanted her and felt a heady rush of power she hadn’t known in so long.
He licked her slit slowly, deeply. He delved inside her again, then licked her again. And again. And again. Corinne strained in his grasp but he didn’t release her. She thrashed from side to side on the mattress. She’d just come hard yet she could feel her orgasm building again.
Nate swirled his tongue on her. He sucked the tight bud into his mouth. Corinne moaned and arched against him. She was close. So close . . . just a little more . . .
“Come for me, Corinne. Come for me now.”
He nipped her clit. Corinne cried out, rocked by another orgasm. While she was still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, Nate moved back up her body. He braced himself above her, his biceps bulging as he held his weight from her.
“Taste yourself on me,” he said.
His words were bitten out, his voice hoarse, guttural. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and caressed hers. She made a soft mewling sound.
Nate broke away from her. He removed his boxers. His erection, thick and long, rose high, pressing against his taut, ridged abdomen. He was huge. She thought of Steven and how he used that part of himself as a weapon . . .
“Who are you with, Corinne?”
Nate’s tone was sharp, yanking her back from her dark thoughts. “Nate.”
“Touch me, Corinne. I want you to get to know me. I want you to see what you do to me, you and only you.”
Hands shaking, she rose onto an elbow. Though Nate looked like he was at the end of his endurance, he stood unmoving at the side of the bed as Corinne reached out and carefully curled one hand around him. He was too large for her to get all the way around him with just one hand.
He shut his eyes tightly and groaned long and low at her tentative touch. He was thick and hard and pulsing. The head of his erection glistened with a dot of pre-come.
The longer she held him, the more liquid seeped from him. His erection bucked in her grasp. As she watched him, his skin tightened over his features and he hissed out a sharp breath.
Seeing her effect on him was enlightening. Nate had told her that the true power in a Dominant/submissive relationship was with the sub. She hadn’t understood that, had certainly never experienced it. But Nate didn’t make her feel like a thing. He made her feel like a woman. His woman. He was putting action to his words, showing her that his pleasure was every bit as connected to hers as hers was to his.
He wanted her and she wanted nothing more than to pleasure him. She leaned over him, but looked up at him asking for his permission.
Nate nodded. “Take me into your gorgeous mouth, sweetheart.”
At the first hot slide of her lips over his erection, Nate shuddered and groaned again, a sound that seemed pulled from the very depths of him.
“You are so sweet,” he said. “Just like that.”
His praise filled her soul. Corinne wrapped both hands around him, gripping him tightly as she worked her mouth up and down his length. His erection began to leak in a steady stream and she licked the liquid trailing down him with long slow swirls of her tongue.
His erection swelled even larger in her mouth. Her pussy clenched and throbbed and she squirmed, aroused again. Small sounds that were growing louder came from her as her own pleasure increased.
Corinne’s cheeks hollowed as she drew him in, took him deeper, all the way to the back of her throat and held him there. She wanted him as deep as she could take him. She breathed deeply through her nose, wanting to hold him in her mouth, on her tongue for as long as she could. She wanted to give him ultimate pleasure. Nate threw his head back and sucked in air as if his lungs were starved for breath.
Nate reached out and thumbed her nipples. One bore the mark were he’d bitten her and she felt the sting when he touched her there now. Her pleasure swelled. She sucked in her breath
Her points flushed red and beaded, becoming as hard as diamonds. Nate moved one thumb to her core and used his skill there. One stroke, then a second, and she was dripping. She released a long moan.
“Enough, baby.”
Nate’s fingers tangled in her hair and he drew her head back from him. His chest was heaving with his harsh, shallow breaths. All of his hard, thick muscles were coiled taut and bulging with strain.
He stretched out on the bed beside her and held her gaze. “I want you to know every part of me, sweetheart. Touch me wherever you like. Do whatever you like.”
Corinne got up on her knees and moved next to him, eager to look and touch. Nate had a scar that arced over one shoulder. Another jagged line marked his thigh. It hurt her to think of how he’d acquired them but rather than detract from his appeal, they only made him more beautiful to her. She knew Nate’s six pack and hard packed muscles weren’t because he spent time in a gym but because of a rigorous training schedule that kept him alive.
His body was hard, tough, his muscles clearly delineated. She couldn’t wait any longer to touch him. Slowly, she placed her palms on his chest, then glanced up quickly, testing his reaction. He nodded.
She leaned over him, her long hair fell over his shoulders and pecs. She moved her hands across his shoulders, bending to kiss the scar on his left one then moved to his hard pecs and abs. She touched every ridged muscle and ran her
fingers over each line of the tattoo that went from his right shoulder to his elbow that she’d been desperate to touch.
As her hands traveled over him, Nate’s eyes glittered then went dark with lust.
His legs were thick with muscle. She pressed her lips to the scar on his thigh. At his sides, Nate’s fingers curled then uncurled and he blew out a long, loud breath.
His lips were pulled in a tight line. She traced her fingertip across the seam of his lips then touched her mouth to his. The kiss began soft and tender. Though she could feel him straining against the tight leash he had himself on, Nate remained pliant, allowing her to direct the pace.
One kiss wasn’t enough. She deepened the kiss, licking his lips for him to part them. Once he did, she stroked his tongue then sucked it hard, so desperate, so hungry for him she didn’t think she’d ever have her fill. She coiled her fingers in his hair, and held tight to him, slanting her mouth over his.
Gulping air, she broke the kiss. “Nate, I want you.”
His eyes blazed and fixed on her. “I’m right here. Take me in your hand and to where you want me.”
He was giving her control of his penetration . . .
Gently, she brought him to her. Nate shivered at her handling of him. Teeth gritted, he squeezed his eyes shut. His erection kicked in her hand, continued to jerk but he maintained his position, continued to give her free rein.
She straddled him then fitted him to her entrance. She rose onto her knees and slowly slid down on him. He was so stiff, so hard. Thick and long he filled her.
Nate made a choked sound and seized the sheets, his knuckles whitening with the force of his grip.
Corinne began to move up and down on him. Nate’s jaw clenched. She could hear him biting down on his back teeth.
Throwing her head back, she moved faster and deeper. Her nerve endings felt electrified. Wave after wave of sensation went through her. Her eyelids fluttered.
Her flesh slapped against his. She was wild now, racing to her climax. She bucked and strained, but couldn’t come. She made a soft sound of desperation.