by Alice Raine
‘Mmm, you taste as good as I thought you would, Rebecca,’ Nicholas murmured before offering me his other damp finger. ‘Suck,’ he ordered softly and I felt my eyes widen as I realised what he wanted me to do. Glancing at his hand, I swallowed. I could see my own excitement glistening on his skin and couldn’t decide if I found the idea gross or unbelievably hot.
‘Taste yourself, Rebecca,’ he instructed in a firmer tone, and so I did. Well, it was only a bit of my bodily fluid after all.
Running my tongue around Nicholas’ finger was so ridiculously arousing my groin started to throb almost painfully. I could taste myself on his skin, salty and warm, and as I sucked harder on his finger, I saw a dark grin spreading on his face. ‘Tastes good, yes?’ he murmured, before somehow reaching round, freeing my wrists, and removing my bra in a matter of seconds.
‘Lie on the bed, facing up,’ Nicholas commanded huskily. As I crawled onto the sheets, I was grateful to be off of my wobbly legs into a more comfortable position. As I turned my gaze back to him, I saw to my surprise that he had already removed his shirt and was now gracefully stepping out of his jeans too.
Sucking in a breath, I swallowed appreciatively. My goodness, did this man have a great body: toned and defined muscles and a soft covering of hair in all the right places. My eyes bulged as I took in his straining erection, but I reminded myself that it had managed to fit last time without pain, so regardless of my concern, we were obviously compatible in that department.
‘I enjoy being touched, but for tonight I want to explore your body, Rebecca. You’ll get your chance to reciprocate, but not now, so no touching me, OK?’ I nodded mutely, my body way too far gone to argue anyway. ‘If you break that rule I will punish you, do you understand?’ Nicholas warned.
Wow … OK, there’s the dreaded P-word again – not something I was particularly happy about hearing, but I nodded. At least he’d warned me, I supposed. All I had to do was not touch him and I’d be fine. Although seeing how he held some kind of magnetic appeal to me, not touching him might be harder than it first sounded.
He set off on a journey of pure and utter torturous delight. His lips and fingers skimmed, kissed, plucked, and rubbed all over my trembling body, and I only managed to keep my twitching fingers at bay by clutching great handfuls of the sheet on either side of me and gripping it for dear life.
If being a submissive meant lying back and being pleasured to this extreme then sign me up, because the things Nicholas was doing to me were heavenly.
Unfortunately, from my research I knew there was a good deal more to the whole submissive/dominant thing, potentially including pain, but thanks to his skilled touch I didn’t let that thought linger in my mind for too long.
When Nicholas’ head finally dropped between my legs and his tongue made contact with my most private of areas I completely forgot myself and grasped a handful of his hair as I let out a keen cry.
Almost instantly, his head was up and I found myself being flipped onto my stomach before a sharp slap rained down on my buttock, followed almost instantly by another and then a third.
My cry of pain was muffled by the mattress; boy, those were certainly harder than last time. I tensed my burning buttocks, expecting more, but it was just the three strikes before he flipped me back over and straddled me across my stomach.
‘I said no touching, Rebecca,’ Nicholas murmured softly before reaching under the pillow to my left and producing a silk scarf in the most beautiful aquamarine colour. ‘You broke my rule; I’m going to tie your hands now. It won’t hurt as long as you don’t tug. Lift your arms above your head,’ he demanded, his dark, sexy eyes burning into mine as if daring me to object. I didn’t; in fact, I obeyed immediately, keen to avoid more smacks, and raised them above my head where he proceeded to tie my wrists not only together, but to the metal frame of the bed too. I just knew the bedframe would be involved somehow.
An experimental tug showed me I had no room for manoeuvre, but before this thought could bother me, Nicholas had bowed over and begun sucking at one of my nipples so deliciously that I forgot all about my hands. Instead, my body thrummed under him and I mewled against his shoulder as his tongue worked its magic on my nipple.
He really was superbly skilled at the whole sex thing.
My heart accelerated in my chest as Nicholas reached around me and produced something else from underneath his pillow causing my eyes to widen. What the heck? I’d seen these before. Well, I’d seen things similar to these before and I was pretty certain what he was holding was a vibrator. But it wasn’t like the more lifelike ones I’d seen in an Ann Summers catalogue; instead, it was clinical looking, shaped sort of like a long, smooth, white bullet.
‘Open your mouth,’ he instructed me quietly and I was struck with confusion. My mouth? I thought these things went down, well … where his fingers were earlier. ‘I won’t ask again Rebecca,’ Nicholas warned me softly and I was broken from my trance as I opened my mouth obediently.
‘I’m going to put this inside you and make you come,’ he murmured with a devious twinkle in his eyes. Oh my goodness! Whoever thought that just words could get me so frigging excited?
‘It needs to be moistened first, Rebecca, lick it,’ he instructed, so I did, very tentatively, and I saw Nicholas narrow his eyes with what looked like displeasure at my embarrassed actions.
‘Imagine it’s my cock. Suck it and lick it as if you want to pleasure me.’ God, he was so open with his word choices, did he have no shame? Apparently not. To someone as relatively inexperienced as me he seemed to be the living epitome of sexual liberation in all its glory.
This was so embarrassing. Nicholas was watching me intently but I didn’t want another spank so I began to oblige, trying to pretend he wasn’t watching me. First, I ran my lips slowly from the tip to the base and back again, then I took it in my mouth and sucked briefly before twirling my tongue around the rounded tip several times. I was just about to take it all in my mouth again when I felt him shudder next to me, apparently suitably affected by my ministrations.
‘Christ, Rebecca, we’re going to have to do that for real at some point,’ Nicholas muttered thickly and I smiled up at him as sweetly as possible before, suddenly, I was lost as he lowered his hand to my groin and eased the vibrator inside me where it begin to hum softly against my oversensitive flesh.
‘Ahhh, Nicholas …’ I began to plead and I saw him raise his head and smile darkly at me as I tried desperately to move my tethered arms.
‘Shh,’ he whispered, pinching my nipple hard between his forefinger and thumb to the point of pain, but somehow it was a delicious sensation and made me buck underneath him, forcing the vibrator deeper inside me and almost causing me to orgasm on the spot. Shit, this was like sensory overload.
Increasing the tempo, Nicholas continued to lavish attention on my breasts with his mouth and fingers while still driving me on with the vibrator, sinking it deeper and harder into me and rubbing my clitoris with his thumb until I could take no more and I exploded around it, crying out his name hoarsely and tugging at my wrist restraints. At last, I collapsed back on the bed, completely wrung out.
Holy fuck! That had to be the most powerful orgasm I’d had yet. The things this man could do to me! He was totally focused on pleasuring me; there seemed to be no selfish intent like with some men, and I moaned contentedly, my insides still convulsing spasmodically from the aftermath of my delicious orgasm.
The rush of adrenalin from my earlier anxiousness had passed, and with the amazing orgasm I’d just experienced, exhaustion washed over me and my eyes began to close sleepily, but as they did I felt Nicholas loosening the scarf at my wrists and rubbing them gently in turn. ‘Eyes open, Rebecca,’ he instructed next to my ear. ‘I’m not done with you yet.’
There was more? Although deep down I realised we hadn’t finished yet because obviously he hadn’t climaxed, I seriously doubted that my body could take any more orgasms like that last one. However, before the
thought could properly plant in my brain I heard the rip of a condom packet and felt Nicholas pushing my legs apart with his knee and settling himself over me. Surprisingly, it seemed to awaken me somehow.
‘I can see you are tired, Rebecca, so we’ll stay in this position. I doubt I’ll last long anyway. Watching you come like that was an incredible turn-on,’ he muttered and I smiled despite my tiredness. He was aroused and apparently pleased because of me, and this thought made me happy in return. Knowing Nicholas liked eye contact, I made a real effort to keep my eyes open as he used his hand to manoeuvre himself into position and slide inside me in one smooth motion before setting off at a fast pace from the outset.
With my hands now free, I clutched at his broad back, loving the feel of his strong muscles rippling and twisting under the skin as he ploughed himself into me over and over again. He certainly liked it rough; that was for sure.
My body obviously did too, because even after the amazing orgasm I had just experienced, I felt the pressure building in my abdomen again, and after two more strokes I climaxed violently around Nicholas, my muscles clamping on to his length and causing him to come almost immediately, groaning my name before collapsing on top of me, panting.
Several minutes later, he eased himself out of me, dispensed with the condom, and rolled to the side. He propped his head up on his hand as he looked down at me.
‘That was a bit of an introduction into some of the things I like to do, Rebecca … what did you think?’ There was an edge of concern to his voice, possibly because of the spanking. I hadn’t thought I would like that element of it, but actually, it had been quick and relatively painless and had just seemed like part of the whole act, although I suspected it was mild compared to what he was capable of.
The realisation that I had almost enjoyed being spanked surprised me and I stored it away to consider in greater detail later, when I was alone. What did I think about what had just occurred between us? Overall, it had just been great sex with a few toys thrown in, plus Nicholas’ obvious like of leading the way, of course. My body felt like lead; I was utterly exhausted, but instead of saying that I tried for something that might please him a little more. ‘Quite frankly, that was amazing, Nicholas.’
A low chuckle escaped Nicholas’ throat, but as he continued to examine me, I saw a small frown tweak his brows. ‘You should probably leave now,’ he muttered and I sat up hastily, my cheeks flaming at his words.
After several seconds where I tried to work out the least embarrassing way of gathering my scattered clothing, I glanced back at him and saw he was still staring at me. Finally, he spoke again. ‘I never knew it could be like that,’ he murmured in a tone that confused the hell out of me. Never knew it could be like that? But surely that was what he did all the time?
‘What do you mean?’ I asked, sidetracked from the idea of getting dressed, and definitely more awake now. ‘Wasn’t that what you usually do?’ I cringed at my words. Could I sound any more clueless?
Raising an ironic eyebrow, Nicholas looked across at me. ‘For some reason, the two times I’ve been with you I’ve been … different, Becky … Controlling, yes, but what you’ve seen isn’t the real dominant me. It’s just how I seem to be with you.’ He shrugged nonchalantly but sounded just as confused as I was.
Wrapping my arms around my bent knees, I bit my lip before asking the question I had to know the answer to. ‘The orders and toys aren’t the dominant you?’ I squeaked. What else could there be?
Still scowling, Nicholas looked at me intently. ‘I’m always domineering, in all walks of life, I know that and I can’t avoid it. Yes, the accessories play a part, but I was referring to how I feel and act around you.’ He looked torn, like there was some conflict raging in his mind that I couldn’t see. ‘For example, we’re in my bedroom for a start.’
‘Where else would you go?’ I whispered, praying he didn’t say something like “my torture chamber”. I’d read all about that on the internet too; some dominants had an exclusive room set up with all the paraphernalia they needed for their habit. Some people have a sewing room, or an art studio, others a home cinema, and apparently dominants sometimes have a sex room. Lovely.
‘The spare room. I never bring women in here,’ Nicholas stated matter-of-factly.
‘But the scarf and –’ I paused, embarrassed all of a sudden ‘– vibrator … were under your pillow, so surely you had planned this?’
I saw Nicholas’ frown deepen at my words. ‘I had considered sex as a possible outcome tonight when you decided to continue your lessons and started to relax around me, and yes, earlier I got these things ready … It hadn’t occurred to me that I’d put them in here, though …’ The troubled expression remained, like he had no idea why he’d acted the way he had.
Wanting to get to the bottom of this while he was in the mood to talk, I persevered. ‘So dominant Nicholas is different?’ I wrapped the sheet around me tighter to hide the quivering of my limbs.
‘Yes. You wouldn’t like him,’ Nicholas replied tightly, appearing to tire of this conversation. ‘I’m not sure I like him any more,’ he added quietly.
‘Different how?’ I asked, cursing my own grim curiosity.
‘You’re starting to push your luck with all these questions, Rebecca. If you don’t stop talking and get dressed I may just have to show you what it is I normally do,’ Nicholas snapped, causing me to flinch at his sudden change in mood. Then he rose from the bed lithely and pulled on his shirt with his back to me.
Clearly, our discussion was over and I was now required to leave. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything different, really, not after his blunt description of how he liked to “fuck women for an hour or two”. Once dressed, Nicholas left the room without another word or glance, effectively putting an end to our evening and leaving me to get dressed in privacy.
Wow, what a night! I wanted to roll over and allow the exhaustion to sweep over me after the amazing sex I’d just experienced, but somehow I managed to dress myself and head toward the lounge with a straight back, trying to look like I hadn’t just been used for sex and asked to leave. How shameful.
Although I could hardly claim to have been “used for sex”, could I? I had been just as up for it as he had. God, I’d practically initiated it by bringing up my research into his lifestyle. No, what had just occurred between us had been just as much my doing as his. As the saying goes, “it takes two to tango” … or shag rampantly, as we had done.
I was beyond mortified as I made my way down the stairs and bumped into Mr Burrett in the hallway. God, how embarrassing. He was so inconspicuous that I had totally forgotten he was here. My already pink cheeks reddened further as I wondered if he’d heard us and I dipped my head as I hurried past him.
When I appeared in the lounge, Nicholas insisted on driving me home, which was unexpected. After his abrupt mood swing in the bedroom I wasn’t going to attempt to start up another conversation, so the short drive was mostly in silence. Needless to say, the quiet tension simmering between us did nothing to ease my discomfort about what I had just done.
As he pulled up alongside my block of flats, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of shame. The exterior of my building was pretty shabby now, waiting for a paint job from the lousy landlord, and was a far, far cry from the beauty of Nicholas’ home.
‘Same time next week?’ Nicholas asked, appearing not to notice the state of my house. His comment caused me to look at him, startled, and raise my eyebrows at his presumption. I saw him flush and narrow his eyes at me. ‘For your piano lesson,’ he added softly, and I thought I saw a trace of something else in his eyes; humour perhaps, but the moonlight made it impossible to read.
Nodding jerkily, I agreed before getting out of the car and marching to my door without so much as a backwards glance, even though I was secretly dying to see if Nicholas was watching me leave.
Chapter Five
Flicking through the diary that I kept in my desk drawer I found the
first Friday that I had marked with the word “piano”. It was in red ink and underlined once. That was when my lessons with Nicholas had started. As I turned the pages, I saw each consecutive week was marked in a similar way, but on the fifth Friday where I’d written “piano”, a smiley face had been added next to it and this was underlined three times, serving as a reminder to myself about when I had started sleeping with him. What can I say? I’m a very visual person.
The Friday diary pages from then on each had smiley faces on them, and so it had continued; our weird piano-sex-relationship that really wasn’t a relationship at all.
Nicholas had been insistent that we continue my piano tutorials, but each week, once the lesson was finished, he would introduce me to some new sexual joy or act. After overcoming my initial concerns about “being used” for sex, I had realised this was exactly what I’d asked him for in the first place. Nicholas had told me from the start he didn’t do relationships, and what was it I’d said in reply? Oh yes, I remember. “Can’t we just have sex?”
Classy girl. I still couldn’t believe I’d suggested it, but now, looking back, it was clear to me that my experience with Nicholas had taught me one thing – stable, normal relationships were the way to go. Even if the physical side might be a bit watered down compared to what I’d had with him, at least my body and heart would be safe.
Every Friday night we’d met, and it had been blissful and nowhere near as scary as I had initially thought – just a bit more imaginative, if you like. As well as normal – admittedly fairly vigorous – sex, we had used scarves, vibrators, and some soft handcuffs but that was it, really. None of the chains or dungeons or dressing up in leather that I’d seen on the internet.
My vague attempt at learning the piano continued for several weeks, but Nicholas had started to get more and more impatient until we barely made it 30 minutes through my hour-long piano lessons before he ordered me into the bedroom and began the sexual assault on my senses. In fact, I had begun to wonder why we didn’t just skip the pretence of piano lessons and head straight to the bedroom.