by Blue Saffire
Ettie releases another heavy sigh. “Andrew, Luke, and Nick all have dark sides. Luke however…he’s different. He didn’t want me to date Andrew either, but he learned to deal with it when he saw how much Andrew loves me and that he will never hurt me. Soph…do what makes you happy. Luke has to deal with his own demons. Nick is not Luke and neither is Andrew. We can’t love according to what Luke sees in himself.”
“Thanks Ettie, that means so much to me. I don’t understand it all or what all I have gotten myself into, but I don’t think I can walk away from Nick without finding out,” it feels so good to get my thoughts out there.
“It won’t all be easy, but I’m here if you need me, which is more than I had in the beginning and look now. I’m getting married,” Ettie gushes.
“Ettie,” I call coyly.
“Soph.”
“Has…has Andrew ever hurt you?”
“Never without me enjoying the pleasure that comes with the pain,” Ettie giggles.
I laugh too, as I feel the tension leave my body. I needed this talk. I giggle inside at the thought of my sister being submissive. I make a mental note to myself to watch her and Andrew together the next time I am around them. When I think of it I believe Andrew fits the role perfectly. I know his sweet and caring side, but I have seen him take charge and command those around him.
“Hey Sophi, when do you plan to tell Mom,” Ettie asks. I can see her chewing her lip in my head. Telling my mother will have to be handled with care. I do not want my relationship to become about her. Nor do I want my mother trying to make me feel like I am not good enough for Nick.
“I don’t know. She is having lunch with Nick on Wednesday. I know he would rather I tell her sooner than later, but I don’t know,” I huff.
“Well, either way you decide, let me know. I won’t say a word until you are ready,” Ettie promises.
“Love you, Ettie.”
“Love you too, Lilla du.”
I am feeling optimistic after the call with my sister. However, sitting here tapping the phone to my lower lip, I don’t think I am ready for the talk with Luke or my mother. Lucky for me Nick comes strolling in the room right at that moment. I can feel the huge smile on my face, but I can’t help it.
“Bridgette will be in to put your things in the closet,” Nick informs me with a smile. “Let’s finish the tour.”
Bridgette is Nick’s house keeper. I was a little intimidated when meeting her. She is gorgeous. Tall with jet black hair and large breasts that even her uniform fail to hide.
Her large brown eyes seemed kind, but I could also see an edge of wariness as if she wasn’t sure I am the right woman for Nick or something. I wonder if he ever took her to bed. Maybe she is willing to do some of the kinky things he is into. I bet she could see in me that I’m not cutout for it and I’ll just disappoint him.
I found myself relaxing around her when Nick informed her that I am his girlfriend and I will be staying over regularly. My things that I packed to stay overnight were placed neatly in Nick’s closest as if they belonged there all along. Something about having my things in his space marked my territory and I am not so worried about Bridgette any longer.
After lunch and finishing the tour of the rooftop pool, lounge, beautiful garden, and mini golf set up we return to the second floor. Nick stops in front of a door I noticed he skipped the first time around. I figured it was a closet or belonged to someone on staff since he had deliberately skipped it. I watch as he searches my face looking for something, I’m not sure what.
His gaze is so intense as it rests on me and his hand rests on the door knob. I see the moment he makes his decision. He pulls me to him and crushes my lips in a fierce kiss, releasing the knob and forgetting the door altogether causing me to do the same.
When he finally breaks the kiss, he leads me back downstairs to the large library with the TV. I’d mentioned my favorite ice cream and Nick had Winston go to get some for us. We are already settled in to spend your afternoon lounging in front of the TV by the time he returns.
I still can’t wrap my head around how normal this all feels. I feel like a normal girl spending the day with her normal boyfriend. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know none of this is normal. Nick isn’t normal and I have a feeling that I will learn sooner than later that this relationship is anything but.
Chapter Fifteen
The Pleasure
After dinner we resumed our time in front of the TV with our ice cream. I am so glad I agreed to let Kevin handle dinner after all. I have enjoyed the little banter Nick and I have had while watching romantic comedies and a few horror movies. I would watch a horror movie any day to be able to jump into Nick’s arms. He didn’t seem to mind it either.
I must have fallen asleep sometime during one of my all-time favorite movies, Dirty Dancing. The next thing I am aware of, are fingers running through the hair at my temple. My eyes flutter open and green eyes are smiling back at me. Nick brushes a kiss across my forehead. This is too amazing to be real.
“She’s awake,” Nick chuckles. “I think I may have kept my beautiful princess up too long last night.”
“She is not complaining in the least,” I murmur as I stretch.
“I know, she wasn’t complaining last night either and I do believe I overstayed my welcome in her pretty little pussy,” he says those words with a straight face while I, on the other hand start to blush all over. This man, the things he does to me with just words or the simplest touch.
“I don’t think you overstayed your welcome. I would love to welcome you back,” I purr and run my fingers through his hair.
“I would love to, Baby, but I have to start taking much better care of you.” Nick stands from the couch with me in his arms. “Which means that right now I need to get you to bed. You have to be at work tomorrow.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and look over his shoulder at the large glass grandfather clock in the room. “But it’s only 9:30.”
“Which gives us plenty of time,” Nick says with a wicked smile. “There are things I can do to that tasty little pussy of yours without putting my cock in it.”
“Promise,” I ask with a naughty grin.
He raises his brow at me. “When it comes to you and your pleasure I will always keep to what I say.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when Nick finally walks us into the master bedroom. He places me on my feet gingerly and takes a step back. I can see him calculating in his brain. Before I can tease him into action, I watch his face change as does his stance. He looks more imposing than usual with his legs set wider apart, but he still seems to be standing taller.
I find myself leaning in toward him like a magnet. I licked my suddenly dry lips while my whole body starts to tremble. My panties are already soaked and he has yet to touch me.
“Arms up,” he commands and I react without thinking. He approaches me and tugs my t-shirt over my head. Next he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. Bridgette must have opened the windows to air out the room earlier because a light breeze enters the room. My nipples pebble as the cool air meets them. “Beautiful.”
Nick pinches both my hardened tips and he bends to kiss my neck flicking his tongue against my heated flesh. I start to whimper wanting more of him, more of his touch. Nick pulls away with a smirk on his lips. My jeans are the next to go as he unfastens them and pulls them down my legs stopping at each foot to pull my heels off to remove the pant legs then returning each shoe to its place.
Nick lifts to his full height once again and starts on his own clothing. I am greatly disappointed when he only removes his shirt and unbuttons his jeans, but makes no move to remove them. Instead, he turns for a dresser in the room.
“Climb on the bed, butterfly,” Nick orders in a husky voice. “Face me.”
I do as told once again without question. Nick rustles around in one of the dressers placing some items on top before turning and coming back to the bed. He is holding somethin
g silky looking in his hand. I bite my lip in anticipation of what is to come. I am in the center of the bed resting on my elbow trying not to let my shoes really touch the bedspread. Nick said he would take his time with me, but I am not sure if my time has run out.
“Relax Sephora, you will enjoy everything that happens tonight,” his voice rasps with lust and want.
“Okay,” I nod and let my elbows slide so I am resting on my back for him.
Nick smiles in approval. “Lift your arms above your head,” Nick commands as he trails the silk fabric from one aching breast to the other, circling the stiff tip of each.
This time I do hesitate. I am so nervous and unsure of if I can be what Nick wants. I start to chew on my lip, this time from nerves and tears start to prick the backs of my eyes.
Nick leans in slowly and kisses my trembling lips. “Now!”
My arms shoot up over my head in position for him. I blink back my nerves, but can do nothing about my chest heaving and my panting breath. Nick carefully binds my wrists together with the silky fabric in his hands. He then takes one end of the silk and loops it through one of iron rings that embellish the bed posts that I noticed earlier. He then climbs over me to loop the other side as well.
I tug lightly to find that I am securely bound, but still fairly comfortable. The silk is soft against my skin. Nick climbs off the bed, this time unzipping his pants and removing them. He stands before me in his boxer briefs with his arousal strain against the fabric.
With determination, he strolls to the dresser to retrieve the items he set up and returns placing them on the nightstand. The bed dips under his weight as he climbs on beside me. The gentle flick of his tongue against my staining nipple has me crying out. When his warm mouth starts to suck and tease the overheated sensitive flesh my back bucked off the bed.
Nick’s fingers find their way into my panties. I moan as his talented fingers graze along my wet slit. “So ready,” he breathes against my breast. “Do you like the way I touch you, Sephora?”
“Yes,” I breathe as I start to grind my hips against his hand. I screw my eyes shut until a ripping sound rings out in the room.
I look down to find that he has ripped my panties from my body. It is the hottest thing I have ever seen. He takes the ruined fabric and tosses it to the floor. His mouth is on mine once again capturing my cries as his fingers work their way in and out of my opening.
Slowly Nick works his way down my body. Giving one breast his full attention, then moving to the other. He kisses his way down to my belly button and lets his tongue dip in and out a few times before circling and dipping back in for good measure.
I am panting and whimpering heavily as his head disappears between my thighs. Nick nudges my legs further apart and I long to lock my fingers in his hair. I flex my fingers as if that will set me free and give me what I want.
My body shakes when Nick licks my inner thigh, then places a kiss to it. He turns his head to do the same on the other side. He pulls his fingers from my slick folds and pops them into his mouth. My lips form an o shape as I watch him suck his fingers.
“Delicious,” he moans before diving face first into my folds.
I need something to anchor myself to, but can only manage to clasp my hands together. My orgasm rips through me only moments after he starts the push and pull of his tongue inside me. He doesn’t stop like I thought he would, instead he latches onto my clit and starts to suck as his fingers enter me again. He starts a push, pull, push, hook motion and I know I will release harder than the first time and soon.
“Nick, please,” I cry not knowing what I am pleading for.
He removes his fingers again, growling into my folds. He laps at my juices and starts to use his tongue to penetrate me again. My whole body starts to writhe and quake. Nick lifts his head and his eyes lock with mine. His eyes are twinkling and his soaked lips glisten back at me wearing a cocky grin.
Nick removes my shoes and crawls back up my body never looking away from me. He is so hot. I look down at his body and wonder when he took his briefs off. He is completely naked with his erection pointing straight at me. He kissed me forcefully, I can taste myself on his lips. I moan into his mouth and he deepens the kiss.
“My turn,” he rasps with a wicked smile.
He straddled my sides, leaning for the nightstand. With what looks like a dish in his hands, he stares down at me looking at my breasts. With the tilt of his hand holding the dish, warm oil hits the center of my breasts and my nostrils are assaulted by the scent of coconut.
I lift from the bed arching into him at the feel of the warmth. Nick places the dish back on the stand and starts to massage the oil into my breasts and down my torso, moving back up to knead and caress my breasts. He pinches both my nipples bringing a bit of pain that shoots straight to my sex.
“Oh Nick,” I purr.
He tilts his head to the side studying me, seeming to take mental notes about my body and my responses. His eyes always giving away that he is cataloging facts just like in his world of business. I start to feel so vulnerable like I show too much of a response.
“Stop thinking, Baby. Just take what I give you,” he reads my mind.
He moves further up my body straddling my breasts. With his hands pushing my breasts together he slides his rock hard cock between my full oil covered aching breasts. I am so turned on as he starts to fuck my mounds with his huge cock. I lift my head to watch him thrust against me. His fingers flick my nipples randomly, also wanting my pleasure as well.
Nick grunts and groans as he picks up the pace and his balls slap against my chest. I watch in awe, wanting to give him this pleasure as his face tells me he is restraining himself. I can see the pre-cum spilling from his slit. I lick my lips wanting to know how he tastes.
“Suck me,” he groans, once again reading my mind.
Lifting up I tentatively flick my tongue against the moisture. Nick throws his head back and groans. I circle the tip with my tongue and Nick abandons my breasts for my mouth. I open up to allow him access and clamp my lips around him as I feel his fullness push in. His fingers lace into the side of my hair and he starts to pump in earnest.
I moan around him, enjoying the silky feel of him on my tongue, in my mouth. He is owning me once again as he did last night. I love the taste of his flesh and the hint of coconut flavor from the oil. I start to hum with each stroke ignoring the strain on my muscles as I eagerly try to please him.
I hadn’t even noticed him moving to release the silk from the posts. My hands fall to the bed above my head and he releases my wrist. Instinctively I reach for his shaft and wrap my hand around the base. I start to pump my hand as I hollow my cheek and suck.
“Fuck, Sephora,” Nick bellows. “Oh Baby, yes.”
I feel pride well up in my chest, I am pleasing my man. I am giving him pleasure like he has given me. He is too much for me to take him all, but I take as much as I can, fighting not to choke and gag against him. A smile breaks across my lips as his movement become choppy. I know he is close, so close.
That’s when I feel the surprise of my man squirting down the back of my throat. He is warm and thick in my mouth. I swallow as best I can around his length and girth inside my mouth. He roars my name and slumping against the headboard to regain his breath. I continue to lick him clean before letting him slip from my mouth with a pop.
He eases down beside me and cupping my face. He just looks into my eyes for a long moment, not saying a word. Then his lips are on mine in a surprisingly tender kiss.
“You are amazing. I don’t regret waiting for you,” he speaks softly. I go to reply, but he kisses me again. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Now we rest.”
With those words he turns my back to him and spoons me and his fingers gently kneading my wrists. I fall asleep with a huge content smile on my face.
Chapter Sixteen
The Relationship
Getting ready for work with Nick in the morning was surreal. I don’t mind at all w
aking to my man in gym shorts with a towel around his neck and a bare chest. Especially when he is holding breakfast for me while said bare chest is dripping with sweat from his morning workout.
A part of me wishes he would have woken me so that I could watch him work up a sweat. The other part of me is glad he didn’t so that I didn’t have to embarrass myself if he asks me to join him.
We shared a breakfast of berries, toast, and my favorite tea that first morning. He admitted to me that he actually text Kimmie to find out what I preferred. I thought it was such a sweet gesture. What was sweeter was when we arrived at the FLI building and Nick had Winston drop him at a separate entrance so no one would see us arrive together.
He was really thinking about my feelings and my career. Each morning I have entered the office with the biggest smile on my face. I have really clicked with my team and started to easy into my role at FLI. I have still had none stop meetings, but I am finding my stride and I love it.
My team is the best, they have stepped it up and we have been completing projects ahead of time and with better results than expected. I am determined to show Nick I can do this and my team is determined to please me. We are a winning combination. Things have been going great.
So you will understand my confusion when I return to my office on Wednesday from my morning meetings to find Nick in my office with a scowl on his face. He is sitting on the edge of my desk with his arms folded, looking the most intimidating I have ever seen him.
“Close the door,” he clips out as I step into the office. I start to run my morning over in my head to see what I may have done wrong.
I close the door and notice that he has already drawn the blinds. I turn back to him and wipe my sweaty palm down my sleeveless teal sheath dress. I start for my desk and place my tablet down next to him. My purple suede platform Mary Jane’s suddenly are very interesting to me as I try to think.
I’d been a little aggressive in my last meeting, but I was sure no one could have reported me so soon. One of the older executives sat in on the meeting and tried to take over as if I wasn’t there. I had to stand my ground. At the time I thought Nick would be proud of me. Now not so much.
