by Alice Raine
The tugging sensation carried on for longer than I had expected and then, confusingly, he was kissing and suckling my other nipple while I could still feel him biting the first. What the heck?
Deciding cheating was my only option, I broke his rule and opened my eyes to see him sucking and licking one nipple while a small silver clip had been attached to the other one. Grinning up at me, he leant back and fastened an identical clip to my other nipple. The ends around my sensitive skin were budded in soft, thin foam and they were attached together with a chain. The pressure from them was similar to a hard suck or gentle bite and, as Nicholas had warned, was incredibly intense, but surprisingly pleasurable.
‘Nipple clamps,’ he said, a wicked expression on his face, and as he gave the chain a gentle tug, I couldn’t help myself arching off the bed and gasping as the pain in my nipples sent pleasure shooting directly to my groin.
Nipple clamps? Wow, that was a first for me, but I have to say they felt a damn sight better than the name suggested. Somehow, by dating Nicholas I’d discovered that pain was indeed close to pleasure if administered in the right ways, which unsurprisingly he always seemed to know how to do.
Giving me no time to adjust to the clamps, he slid first one and then two fingers inside my wet channel and began to circle them seductively in a way that he had learnt excited me very quickly.
‘Ahh.’ As I moaned my approval, Nicholas tugged gently on the chain, causing wave after wave of pleasure to spike in my nipples and travel directly to my groin like a spear.
‘Oh!’ I gasped out loud, surprised by the intense pleasure, before surrendering myself to the moment and letting Nicholas’ expert hands tease me as he tugged on the chain in time with his fingers at my groin. He brought me to possibly the purest, most intense orgasm of my life, and I cried out his name and clutched at the sheets as pulse after pulse spiralled through me, clamping around his fingers as if I would never let him go.
Unfortunately, given our current bet, it was also probably one of the quickest orgasms of my life too – damn him and his sexual trickery.
‘That wasn’t fair, you cheated!’ I panted, my insides continuing to convulse spasmodically around his fingers, which were still lazily moving inside me.
‘I did,’ he agreed with a nod, ‘but so did you. I saw you looking when I said no peeking. You’re lucky I’m not punishing you for breaking my rule,’ he said generously, but the wicked glint in his eye told me that he was only joking this time.
After a few moments of recovery I sat up, excited that I would be able to try my trick next and see if I could win the bet. Not that I particularly wanted the slice of toast, you understand, more because I really wanted to beat Nicholas at this. After all, this was his area of expertise and to do better than him would be a monumental victory for me.
‘Right then, Rebecca, you think your hand can beat mine, go for it,’ Nicholas challenged, propping himself into a half sitting position and grinning from ear to ear. Predictably, after having his fun with me, he was already aroused so I knelt between his legs and tentatively wrapped my hand around his length. It still amazed me how he could be so hard and hot and yet so silky to touch. I loved the feel of him in my hands.
‘Ahhh,’ he groaned, his eyes blazing and focused intently on my face. ‘God, I love it when you touch me, Rebecca.’ Hopefully he’d love what I was going to do next even more, then.
Instinctively, I moistened my lips with my tongue and then, before he could realise what I was doing, I bent over him and twirled my tongue around the tip of his penis, tasting his salty, manly taste and loving it.
‘Fuck!’ he cried between clenched teeth as his hips bucked under me. ‘What are you doing?’
I looked up at him with an innocent smile, my tongue still on his cock. ‘I would have thought that was obvious, Nicholas,’ I said sweetly before dipping my head and taking him in my mouth, sucking gently as I pulled him as far toward the back of my throat as I could manage.
This was something we hadn’t done together yet; in fact, I’d never given a blowjob before in my life, just hand jobs, and even then quite a long time ago and not particularly enthusiastically. But for some reason, with Nicholas I wanted to do this. I wanted him in my mouth.
Maybe it was the feeling of power that having him in my hand and mouth gave me, or maybe it was a bit of his kinky side rubbing off on me, but I found myself looking up and pausing briefly to speak. ‘I’m going to suck on you until you come in my mouth, Nicholas,’ I promised in a tone similar to the dark, sensual one he used on me so frequently.
‘Holy hell, Rebecca,’ Nicholas groaned, gripping the sheets in white-knuckled fists, seemingly unable to take his wide eyes off me but clearly starting to lose control. Ha, my plan was working! Rhythmically bobbing my head up and down his shaft at the same time as my fist, I took him as deep into my mouth as I could, occasionally swirling my tongue around his tip and increasing the rhythm until I felt his stomach and balls tighten. He was close, very close; time to make good on my promise, then. I’d never let a man come in my mouth before, but with Nicholas there seemed to be lot of firsts happening recently.
His fingers left the sheet and splayed through my hair as I sucked harder and brought him to a violent climax, sending salty fluid spurting into my mouth and causing his body to convulse below me. The taste wasn’t wholly unpleasant, but I swallowed to clear my mouth, then gazed up at him with innocent eyes as I provocatively licked the tip of him clean, causing him to throw his head back into the pillows and moan loudly.
‘Fuck, Rebecca, that was incredible,’ he gasped. ‘I do not want to know where you learnt how to do that,’ he stated, a low, protective tone entering his voice as a predatory look settled on his face.
Almost laughing at how jealous he could be, I crawled up his body and laid myself on his heaving chest. ‘Actually, that’s the first time I’ve ever done that,’ I whispered, embarrassed by my probable lack of skill.
Lifting his head off the bed, Nicholas grasped my shoulder to tilt me back so he could look down at me with a disbelieving expression on his face. ‘You’ve never done that before? Seriously?’
Shaking my head, I blushed. ‘Nope. Never wanted to … but things are different with you … I like pleasing you.’ God I sounded like such a sap, but crazily it was true. Beside me, Nicholas groaned and buried his head in my hair, kissing me hard on the temple.
‘You seemed to like the way I licked the vibrator that time, so I just tried the same stuff on you,’ I explained shyly, giving a small shrug. He pulled me protectively against him, apparently rather pleased to be the recipient of my first blowjob.
‘Apart from the fact that I really enjoyed that, I think it probably counts as cheating with regards to our bet, Rebecca.’ He chuckled, tucking his head against my hair. ‘If I wasn’t completely exhausted after two orgasms in ten minutes I’d definitely have to punish you. First opening your eyes when I told you not to and now this …’ he mused, still gasping for air. Oh God, there was the P-word again. I tensed. ‘But as you did such a good job, I’ll let you off.’
Relaxing back into him, I kissed his chest. ‘I think it was a draw,’ I murmured.
‘Yeah … so in conclusion we’re both damn good at pleasing each other,’ he murmured contentedly, shortly before I heard a low snore escape from his throat.
Chapter Ten
Things went from amazingly, stunningly great to downright awful after that.
First, there were my disturbing discoveries as I’d helped Mr Burrett with some tasks around the house. Nicholas had been busy preparing for a concert that night, so I’d been at a bit of a loose end reading a book when Mr Burrett had wandered past the lounge with a Hoover. He’d been rather embarrassed by my offer to take over the vacuuming from him, but the poor man seemed to multi-task so often that I felt it was the least I could do while I was staying here.
Starting upstairs with the hall and main bedroom, I then worked my way along the corridor and into the
music room and spare room. Once I was finished, I had plopped onto the bed and wiped the sheen of sweat from my brow. Stupidly, I let my eyes wander to the large cupboard in the corner and, seeing the door open, I began to wonder what else Nicholas had in there alongside the vibrators and things we’d used together.
I should never have bothered looking because after discovering an entire rack of things I didn’t recognise, I actually felt quite sick. Quite evidently, Nicholas hadn’t been kidding when he said he was different with me because there was so much stuff in there that we’d never used together. Most of it pretty horrific looking, and it made me feel ill to imagine him in his full-on dominant mode using it with other women.
As well as the unrecognisable stuff, there were things I did know: floggers of different materials and sizes, paddles, handcuffs, the ball-gag he’d used on me, plus a much larger one that looked like it would stop you breathing through your mouth. Not to mention a wall with makeshift pegs containing more “toys”, although these hadn’t looked fun at all: a crop that up until now I had only associated with horse riding and a whip like that belonging to Indiana Jones – I kid you not – had hung there innocently.
Alongside them was a cane like the ones that used to be used in schools. At the time, I’d grimaced at the sight, but thinking back I realise it must have been the very cane Nicholas would use on me later that day.
My curiosity had certainly been satisfied by my exploration, but part of me had wished I hadn’t seen the other stuff in Nicholas’ cupboard; it merely left a particularly bad taste in my mouth as I wondered what types of things he had done to other women in the past.
Attempting to be mature, I had tried to forget what I’d seen – it was none of my business what he’d done with other women – and, after stowing the Hoover away, I had wandered to Nicholas’ piano room for a bit of solitude. Sitting for a while at his piano, gazing out at the garden below, I had eventually calmed myself. I remember how I had told myself that the stuff in that room didn’t matter. Nicholas had told me he was changed, was different with me, so that was all in his past.
Little did I know that it obviously wasn’t all in his past and that I’d be on the receiving end of the cane before the night was out.
The day had continued on its downward path, because shortly after leaving the piano room I had decided to head upstairs to Nicholas’ study to see his handsome face and cheer myself up. Halfway up the stairs, however, I could hear him speaking. He was obviously on the phone so I had tiptoed up the final few stairs not wanting to disturb him.
‘She’s not your submissive? Are you mad?’
I heard a voice, not Nicholas’, and his words made my blood freeze. Was someone in there with him? And was it me they were discussing?
‘This is none of your business, Nathan. Rebecca’s different, she accepts me. I’m trying to be normal for a change.’ Nicholas sounded very pissed off and his mention of my name brought me to a standstill as I froze outside the door, knowing I shouldn’t listen in, but finding myself unable to move away.
Nathan . I ran the name through my mind before remembering that he was Nicholas’ older brother. He’d mentioned Nathan before now, but so far, I’d never met him. Hearing how disdainful he sounded I was actually rather glad that was the case.
‘We’re not capable of that type of relationship, Nicholas; it will never work. It’s not how we were brought up.’ From the light crackle around Nathan’s words I realised he was on speakerphone with his brother, and from his use of the word “submissive” he was familiar with Nicholas’ lifestyle, possibly even having the same inclination himself.
‘Well, maybe we were brought up wrong.’ I could just tell from Nicholas’ snarling tone that he would be frowning his deepest, scariest grimace, the one that used to make me feel a little frightened of him when we first met. ‘Our family life wasn’t exactly normal, was it, Nathan? I know you can’t see it but Dad was seriously fucked up.’ Nicholas sounded mad; I could sense his tension and his words gave me a hint at a history that might explain why he was the way he was. Clearly, it had something to do with his father.
‘I don’t want to talk about Dad, Nicholas, but he was our father, our role model. Part of him is inside us both, brother. Deep down you know it.’ What the heck did that mean?
There was a tense silence where neither brother spoke and then, with a sigh, Nicholas bade his brother good afternoon and hung up.
Confused and shocked by what I’d overheard, I quietly made my way back down the stairs and sat in the lounge. I didn’t want Nicholas to know I’d been eavesdropping; I shouldn’t have listened in and he’d have every right to get angry with me if he knew, but it was so confusing. Their father had clearly done something to make them both dislike him. Was he a criminal, perhaps? It occurred to me that Nicholas had never mentioned his parents before; maybe I’d bring them up in conversation and watch his reaction.
Nathan’s tone and words had left no doubt about his feelings toward me dating his brother, though, but I was fairly pleased about Nicholas’ reaction. He’d defended me to Nathan, so maybe he really was making progress. One thing was sure: I wasn’t keen to meet his brother any time soon.
Chapter Eleven
The books were ready to distribute around the shop but I was trying to delay the moment when I’d have to go out onto the shop floor for just a little bit longer. The bright lights were not going to be very sympathetic to my tear-stained, heavily bagged eyes. Louise had been lovely since my split from Nicholas, but her never-ending sympathy was wearing me down and couldn’t help making me want to cry even more. Thinking of crying made me remember the evening when everything had ended. God, I’d cried enough tears that night to fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool.
Nicholas was getting seriously stressed as he tried to prepare for that night’s concert and as a result I’d barely seen him all day, which was probably just as well because after my discovery of his bizarre sex toys and then overhearing the unpleasant phone call with Nathan I was liable to say something I might have regretted later.
Another thing that was irking me was that he hadn’t asked me to attend the concert with him, which I had found a little hurtful at first. But seeing as the media seemed to surround him like flies because of his introvert behaviour and lack of a girlfriend, deep down I understood that things between us were too new to flaunt in public just yet.
The morning had left me with an uneasy feeling in my stomach that suddenly made me crave my own space for a while, so I decided to head back to my flat for the first night in ages. I wished Nicholas good luck for the evening, although he seemed too distracted to notice, and then gratefully accepted Mr Burrett’s offer of a lift home.
Walking through the door to my flat was like entering an uninhabited apartment. It smelt a bit stale and felt too cold and empty so I cranked up the heating and lit a few nicely scented candles. It was strange how quickly I’d adjusted to living with Nicholas nearby; I’d always been so independent that I’d never envisioned myself being so comfortable sharing someone else’s personal space.
I made the best of my quiet time by treating myself to a glass of wine and working my way through a pile of post – which predictably was mostly bills and junk mail – before settling down in front of the television to catch up on a few of my favourite shows.
After watching several excellent episodes of CSI: Miami, I headed to bed at around 11.30, wondering how Nicholas had got on in his concert tonight. He’d seemed so out of sorts beforehand, nervy and twitchy, which had been disconcerting, as he was always so in control of everything. It had been strange to see him so jittery, and I’d been surprised by just how nervous he had appeared.
Lying in the soothing darkness of my bedroom with thoughts of Nicholas still in my mind, I couldn’t help grinning to myself when my phone rang and I saw his number flash up. Perhaps he’s missing me just as much as I’m missing him and is calling to say goodnight, I thought with a satisfied smile as I popped the phone open
.
‘Hi, how did it go tonight?’ I asked, stretching then sinking into my pillows, wishing he was here with me now.
‘Fine. Good. Full house, actually,’ he replied stiffly, definitely sounding odd. Sitting up, I frowned. A strange sensation had started to stir in my belly. Something was wrong.
‘Nicholas, what’s the matter?’ I asked in a hushed tone, biting my lip as I waited for his response while desperately wishing I could see his face to judge his reaction.
I heard a sigh from the other end of the line, and my stomach clenched further. ‘Rebecca, I don’t think we should see each other any more,’ he stated calmly, but my blood froze in my veins as I processed the meaning of his words.
The darkness suddenly became oppressive, making me feel like I was suffocating. Scrabbling from my bed, I managed to flick on my bedside lamp and suck in a breath, but still my throat closed up as if I was being strangled by some invisible force.
This didn’t make any sense to me. He was the one wanting to try a relationship just last week, he was the one making great statements about how different he was with me around, and he was the one initiating fun little sex games just this morning … Everything had been going so well, and now this? Dumped out of nowhere. I truly was at a loss for what to say.
‘What?’ I finally managed to whisper.
‘I don’t want to see you again. I’ll send you the number for another piano tutor if you need one. Goodbye, Rebecca.’ The line went dead and then, to my astonishment, he was gone. Just like that.
As fast as he’d entered my life, Nicholas Jackson had left it.
Chapter Twelve