by Lise Horton
“Enough.” He stood up while she remained on her knees, and removed his shirt. “Take off my shoes, then my pants.”
Bending forward, she untied his shoes and pulled them off, one at a time, and then the socks. Feeling like a cherished concubine, she tugged on his pants until he stepped out of them, his cock hard and shimmering wet with her saliva.
He took hold of both her hands and pulled her to her feet. Standing in front of him in just jewelry and towering heels, it was the most decadent sensation in the world. Gone was the playful, wicked, lewd Nick. In his place was a commanding stranger, who was urging her forward to the erotic places she longed to go.
“I can imagine you just like this, up on a pedestal. With men staring at you, wishing you were theirs. But you aren’t theirs. You’re mine. Aren’t you?”
“Yes. I am yours.”
“Yes, you are. Come with me.” He held out a hand and when she took it, he led her toward the bed. “Lie on the bed on your back.”
She moved to do just that, lying down against the piled-up navy pillows. The softness of the comforter beneath her naked flesh was like a caress. The anticipation built as he looked down at her, before he crawled toward her on his hands and knees.
“Spread your legs.”
She did so quickly, feeling feverish.
“Beautiful. So hot and pink and wet. For me?” His tone bordered on wry.
“All for you.”
“Mmm. So many possibilities. But I think tonight, I just want to fuck you.” He loomed over her, placing his cock between the swollen lips of her cunt. He pushed forward a minute degree, enough to taunt her with invasion. “You don’t want me to be gentle and soft and slow, do you?” He pushed forward a bit more.
“No.”
“What do you want me to do, then?”
“Fuck me hard.”
“You get hot talking dirty to me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Tell me again. What do you want me to do? How do you want me to fuck you?”
“I want you to shove your cock into me until I scream.”
“Excellent suggestion.”
And as he said it, he slid into her with a single thrust, until he was deep inside her, his cock stretching her to the limit. She arched her back, taking him even deeper, and sighed with the exquisite feeling of fullness.
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
“Please...”
His hips pistoned and he was ramming into her. Again and again he surged into her with powerful strokes. He was so deep it was nearly painful and the tumult of sensations pushed her to the very edge.
“Good, so good.” He ground out the words as he fucked her. His arms, muscles hard and taut, held him just above her and his chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples. The brush of his groin caught her clit over and over, forcing her into a maelstrom of heated desire. The fire of orgasm began to build inside her, stretching across her torso, all the touches against her coalescing until, from head to toe, she burned for him. She panted and whimpered and a few more hard thrusts and she began to writhe beneath him, grabbing his shoulders, her legs moving to wrap around his thighs.
“Nick!”
He stopped.
“I’ve changed my mind.” He pulled out and she slid back to the bed, incredulous and dazed. His eyes blazed. He wasn’t going to let her come.
“Turn over.”
Wondering, she did. Then he urged her to lift up her hips and he pushed a pillow beneath her stomach. As she lay there he slid his hands up the insides of her thighs, until his thumbs reached the throbbing, weeping lips of her pussy. Wiping through the moisture with a torturous slowness, he slid his fingers wet with her juices up to her ass. Sliding between her cheeks, he touched the tight circle of her anus.
“Oh, God, Nick.”
“I want to fuck your ass, Serafina. I want to bury my cock in there. Do you want me to do that? I’ll make it amazing. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
The desperate need to have him take her there, such a taboo act, roiled through her. She wanted it all. She wanted him in every way he could take her.
“Yes, Nick, please, please, please, fuck my ass.”
“Then I will.” Now he reached into the drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. “First, I’ll use my fingers. Then I’ll shove my cock in you.”
He slid the cool gel around her back entrance. Then insinuated a single finger. She tightened instinctively.
“Relax, Serafina. Relax.” He pushed the finger in, then out, the lubrication coating her desperate flesh. A second finger, more lube, and he was stretching the opening until she felt the burn. She was more aroused than she could ever have imagined was possible. There was nothing but the feel of him working her, preparing her to accept him. He removed his fingers and positioned his cock. It felt gigantic—too big. With one move he began to push in. Instantly the stretching burn transformed to a sizzling pain. Bearable—desirable. She fought to relax.
“It will be tight. It will burn. But you can take it. Can’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” And slowly he began to insert himself into her virgin passage, talking to her, urging her to relax.
She was breathing fast. Her hands twisted in the bedding. His hands spread the cheeks of her ass farther apart as he penetrated deeper and deeper. Her mind was completely focused on his invasion of her body as he breached the tight entrance.
“This is so good.” His voice was hard and harsh as he continued to push. “God, I’m almost in. You’re so tight.” Then a final thrust and he was buried fully inside her.
“I’m ready to fuck you now.” And with steady, increasing firmness and vigor, he did just that. Soon his cock pummeled into her ass, his strokes getting faster and sharper until she screamed and begged. She was losing her mind with the overwhelming power of the sensations. He reached beneath her with one hand, never losing the punishing rhythm. He pinched her clit between his thumb and finger, squeezing, adding the sharp, hot pain to the burning invasion of her ass. Another pounding thrust deep into her. His cock swelled and throbbed inside her. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more, she wanted to soar. She pushed back against him, wanting to take him deeper.
“Please, Nick, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
A moment later, as he penetrated her completely yet again, he yelled and the explosion of his semen flooded inside her ass, the heat and sensation drove her into an intense orgasm, her body electrified by the feel of his possession. She screamed out her own ecstasy, then collapsed beneath him as wave after wave swept through her until she went limp in delirious satisfaction.
When he finally pulled out of her, the wrenching twinge made her gasp. He leaned down and kissed her back, her shoulders and whispered in her ear.
“God, you’re beautiful. That was incredible. Lay here. I’ll clean us up.”
She couldn’t have moved if he’d ordered her to and moments later, he began washing between her legs, gingerly cleansing her. When he returned again, he flipped her over and looked down at her with wicked intensity. The way she was absolutely exposed to this man was a raw and beautiful thing. It was as if a barrier she hadn’t recognized between them had vanished.
He kissed her, deep and passionate, with his hands holding her head. The entire scene replayed itself and now she saw all the times he’d touched her or kissed her possessively. How he’d held her so tightly, and now, his thorough control over this latest blistering act. She loved that he had dominated her so subtly and she had gloried in every moment, every command. The way he’d always led her, and the things he made her say, forcing her to demand of him what she wanted. Yet at the same time he made her feel protected and cherished.
“Amazing.” He kissed her lips and her neck, bit her breast gently, then nipped her lip between his. “You were amazing.”
“I don’t even have words to describe it.” She
let him play with her, too weak to do anything else. When he finally ceased and lay beside her, she wallowed in the enjoyment of his lingering touches.
“I feel as if I’ve discovered something new about myself. I’d never thought of these things, what we’ve done. I read books filled with these erotic things. But never thought I’d want them.”
For a moment he simply breathed in her ear. “You did want them, Serafina, didn’t you? I didn’t push you too hard or force you into something you didn’t want?”
Reading the concern in his voice, she rolled over and faced him. “I want everything you do to me, Nick. You didn’t force me, or scare me, or hurt me—well, a teeny bit, but it was a good kind of pain. I loved it. All of it. All the dark, nasty words, and the feel of you taking exactly what you wanted from me.”
“Thank you.”
“It was sincerely my pleasure.” She kissed him then, feeling as if she had become unburdened of restraints she hadn’t known she bore. They lay twined together for a long while. Finally, needing to shower, they both got up and cleaned off. He took the time to wash her hair, running his hands through it, and later he sat her in a chair and combed through the tangles, stopping to smell her hair, to kiss her and caress her.
Eventually, hunger was the catalyst that dragged them from their state of sexual lethargy. He slid into some jeans and a shirt, and she pulled on a similar outfit. Though it was nearly midnight, he admittedly sheepishly he had nothing in the fridge to eat, and they decided to make a run to an all-night Korean market a few blocks away.
“I’ll have you know my empty refrigerator is your fault, since I haven’t been home much lately because I was running around the city trying to catch a crazy woman and make her listen to reason. I didn’t even think about food until I got you back.”
“My punishment is fitting. I think I might be starving to death,” she said, leaning into him for a kiss as they got into the elevator.
“I could eat.” He smiled at the understatement as they stepped out into the lobby and through it to the parking area.
They stopped dead in their tracks.
“Oh, my God, Nick, your truck.”
While they’d been upstairs, his truck had been thoroughly vandalized. The new tires were flat, paint and other nasty things had been thrown all over the exterior and the windows smashed. The doors were wide open and beneath the floodlights she could see the damage to the upholstery and interior. While he’d been loving her, Boxer had been down here. So close to them. Watching. Waiting. Destroying.
His face was thunderous as he strode to his truck.
“Goddamn that fucker. I will kill him.”
“Please, you’re scaring me.”
He caught her to him and hugged her, tight and close. “Dammit, I’m sorry, Professor. But this is the last straw. I’ll find a way to get this guy and make this stop. I promise you.”
“We should call the police.”
“And I’ll call Berto. Hopefully this asshole didn’t figure out we now have video surveillance and got him on tape.” He pulled out his cell and made the calls, apologizing for waking his brother. He refused to return upstairs in case Boxer was in the area, and they stood together, waiting until two patrol cars pulled into the lot a few minutes later, followed shortly by Berto.
He and his brother explained the situation to the police. He told them about Mac and his input, and they asked her questions about Boxer’s suspected stalking of her for their report. Berto promised to get the video to the cops in the morning.
“If the video shows your guy doing this we can arrest him, absolutely.” The cops finished their report and took everyone’s information before leaving the scene, with the three of them standing beside Nick’s destroyed truck.
“I’ll bring you another truck in the morning, bro. How’s that? We’ve got a couple of loaners at the office.”
“Fine. That’ll be great. Thanks, Berto.” He ran his hands through his hair and cursed in frustration. “Let me know right away about the video, okay? I want to know they’re going to arrest this bastard and lock him up. I want him out of our lives.”
“Don’t blame you. I’ll call first thing I know. Do you guys need anything?”
“A lift to the deli because we’re starved.”
Berto looked at them. She could only imagine the image they presented.
“Been working up an appetite, folks?”
“Watch it, Berto.”
Snickering, he threw up his hands and they all climbed into the truck and went for food. The brothers talked details of the surveillance, but she couldn’t focus. Her flesh crawled and she watched the shadows around them with fright. She had the sinking feeling that they weren’t getting rid of Boxer that easily. He wasn’t done with them yet.
Chapter Twenty-One
A large chunk of their weekend was spent at the police station, and by Sunday night the frustration had mounted to intolerable levels.
“I can’t believe they can’t find him.”
The police had gone to arrest Boxer after the video feed showed him destroying Nick’s truck in what was clearly a towering rage. His fury had mounted as he watched the video but it was nothing compared to hearing the police report Boxer was not found at his residence of record and had not been seen since the morning before. Mac called to check in and said the cops now had cause to put Boxer on a higher priority, but while they had issued a warrant for his arrest, they were coming up empty.
He had tried to keep his cool during the weekend since his anger upset her. He cooked for her, and they made love, falling asleep both Saturday and Sunday nights wrapped each other’s arms. Small chores and errands had passed the time, but he was vibrating with tension, and he could see that she was stressing too. She smiled at him, but when she didn’t realize he was watching, she frowned and stared off into space in a vague, unsettled way.
As a distraction, he brought up the idea of spending a week at his cabin once her semester work was over and he was excited that she’d had the same thought. They talked about all the things they could do, and timing, and it was the bright spot in the weekend for them both.
He was thankful when Monday morning rolled around because at least they would have something to do to occupy their minds and keep them both from obsessing about Boxer.
* * *
“I know I need to be vigilant,” she responded when he reminded her once again to be watching out while she was on campus. “I’ll call the head of security as soon as I get to my office to let him know Boxer’s turned more violent, and I’ll make sure to have a buddy everywhere I go.”
“Keep your cell phone on at all times, and call me the minute you’re done and I’ll come get you.”
“Promise.” She kissed him and the warmth of her lips on his made his groin tighten. But now there was so much more than his physical reaction. He’d lain awake both nights worrying about losing her, about Boxer hurting her. They’d been through such wonderful, and terrible, extremes together over the past weeks and he intended this was for keeps. He had told her he loved her several times and hoped to hear it in return, but in the midst of the nightmare was not the time to press her. He understood her fear. She had let go of so many worries. She finally understood he didn’t want to run her life and she was trying to conquer her knee-jerk stubbornness. But this last step would be the hardest. So instead of talking about the future, he said nothing, but showed her how he felt by feeding her, loving her and doing everything he could to keep her safe.
The day had dawned with brilliant late May sunshine. The smell of spring was evident everywhere as he drove down the streets toward the English department. Rows of Bradford pear trees bowed with their delicate scented white flowers, and large planters filled to overflowing with mounds of cheery daffodils made it seem like they were driving into a fairy tale world. But the shadow of Boxer’s evil tainted everything.
He parked the loaner truck Berto had dropped off for him on Saturday and insisted on walking her all
the way to her office. With a knowing smile, Alice hollered good morning as they passed, but he wasn’t in the mood for flirting or casual chitchat. The waiting was killing him. He was going to go crazy if they didn’t get Boxer soon. The destruction of his truck had not just been brutal, it had been disgusting as well. It said the man had gone off the deep end and the thought of him getting his hands on Serafina was all-consuming and terrifying.
At the door of her office, he stuck his head inside, checking it out, before he kissed her and gave her one last hug.
“I’ll be fine, Nick. Don’t worry.” She put her hands on his face and looked into his eyes. “You look tired. Be safe on the job today, okay?” She kissed him again, slow and lingering, and then gave him a gentle push, urging him to go. He walked down the hallway feeling like he was leaving part of himself behind. She’d waited and smiled as he turned back for one last look. She looked haunted. Boxer was going to pay for that look.
Traffic was a nightmare because of a water main break and he muttered curses all the way to the building site as his mood grew progressively blacker. He kept his phone on and throughout the course of the morning yanked it out a dozen times thinking he heard it ringing over the noise of the construction. She had given him her class schedule for the day, so he called every time she was in between classes. She sounded tired but calm, and he was thankful that she was being distracted by her work. He’d gotten a brainstorm and had called Gia too.
