Nick didn’t argue, didn’t say a word, and merely beckoned the waiter over to order two glasses of the Pinot.
“Thank you,” she whispered, closing her eyes and trying desperately not to start crying. She hated talking about her cold, distant mother; hated remembering how unloved and lonely she’d always felt growing up; hated – her mother. And hated the fact that she’d always known the feeling was mutual.
“Here’s your wine, Angel. Drink up.”
She opened her eyes and accepted the glass, resisting the urge to bolt the whole thing down at once. Instead, she forced herself to take small, almost dainty sips.
“I’m sorry.”
Angela gave a little shrug at his apology. “I’m not the first person who had a fucked up childhood. I’m not sure which of us was happier when I left for college – me or my mother.”
“What about your father?”
She smiled faintly. “My dad’s a sweetheart, wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he’s – well, not to be incredibly crude, but he’s totally pussy whipped. He’s tall, like me, while my mom is almost a foot shorter, but he’s terrified of her, does whatever she says.”
This time she did bolt the rest of her wine, shuddering as it hit her stomach. Nick quietly took the glass from her.
“No more family horror stories tonight,” he declared. “I shouldn’t have pushed, Angel. Especially since the last thing I want to do tonight is upset you.”
“I’m just not used to talking about it,” she admitted. “The only people I’ve ever discussed my family with are my best friends.”
“The twins.”
“Yes.” She’d mentioned the McKinnon girls to him the other night. “They were more like sisters to me growing up than my own sisters. But that’s not so surprising considering mine are so much older than I am.”
Nick cocked his head. “I guess I didn’t realize that. How old are they?”
“Marisa is thirty-eight, Deanna is two years younger. They were sixteen and fourteen when I was born, and really not thrilled with the idea of having a new baby in the house. Or seeing their forty-something mother pregnant.”
“And now we’re talking about them again. Time to change the subject. What do you want for dessert?”
She made a little face. “Gee, you mean I actually get to choose?”
He pinched her cheek, a little too hard to be considered teasing. “Smart ass. Yes, you can choose. And speaking of your ass.”
Angela gasped as one of his big, warm hands slid up beneath her tight fitting dress until it reached her bare buttocks. She was grateful for both the dark, private corner their table was situated in as well as the heavy, opaque tablecloth that hid their lower bodies from view.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured close to her ear, his hand caressing her ass cheeks persuasively. “This is why I like the no-panty rule, so I can touch you this way whenever the urge takes me. And no matter what we might have for dessert, it won’t be the sweetest thing I’m going to eat tonight.”
“Ah, God.” Her head fell back weakly as he slowly thrust two fingers deep inside her wetness. A whimper escaped her throat as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her body, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit.
“I could make you come right here, Angel,” he whispered seductively. “You’re already close, I can tell. I could have this tight, juicy cunt convulsing around my fingers in less than a minute.”
She gasped in protest as he slowly removed his fingers, only to bring them to his mouth and very deliberately lick them dry. His dark eyes were gleaming and the smile he gave her was devilish.
“But I like to savor my dessert,” he purred. “To save the best for last. And you’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. Now, have you ever had cherries jubilee? They serve it here for two and it’s incredible.”
Angela’s whole body was quivering in reaction, having been brought tantalizingly close to orgasm, only to have it deliberately denied. Meanwhile, Nick had once again smoothly changed the subject, was even now beckoning the waiter over to order his damned cherries jubilee and coffee. He smiled at her knowingly as the waiter left to get their order.
“Something wrong, Angel? You seem a little fidgety.”
She glared at him. “And whose fault is that? Couldn’t you at least have finished what you started? Now I’ll be -”
“Anticipating how good it’s going to feel when I fuck you in less than an hour?” he asked rather matter-of-factly. “Sometimes when you have to wait for something, Angel, you appreciate it more. Not to mention we still need to do a lot of work on your control. Or, more accurately, your complete lack of it.”
“I could just go into the ladies room, you know, and take care of the, ah, situation by myself,” she challenged, lifting her chin bravely.
“Don’t you dare.” He clamped his hand around her upper arm ferociously. “One more rule I forgot to mention, Angel – you don’t get to have an orgasm unless I give it to you and not until I say it’s time.”
“Fine.” She crossed her arms across her chest sullenly and tried to ignore the throbbing between her thighs. “Tell me, how many other rules did you forget to mention last night?”
Nick gave her an unholy grin. “Oh, I’m sure there’ll be plenty more. Maybe I should have just told you the truth – that I expect you to obey everything I ask of you. In fact, if I had just told you that to begin with, we could have saved ourselves a lot of time last night. Ah, here’s our coffee.”
Angela honestly didn’t think she needed the extra stimulation the caffeine would provide, not when she was already so tightly strung that she felt like screaming. Some calming herbal tea might have been a better choice, but then she hadn’t been given the opportunity to actually choose. Part of her felt like defying Nick and asking the waiter for some chamomile, but another part remembered the bit about picking and choosing her battles, and in the overall scheme of things this one was awfully small.
By the time they finished dessert and he’d paid the bill, it was over an hour later, and she was a virtual bundle of nerves by then, small wonder considering how often Nick had touched and caressed her teasingly, deliberately. His long, talented fingers had brushed over almost every inch of exposed skin on her body, and hadn’t been content to stop there – sliding his hand beneath the short hem of her close-fitting dress to caress her thigh or hip or buttocks. She’d been shocked speechless when he’d leaned over her, shielding her body from anyone who might see them, and slipped his hand inside the low neck of her dress to cup her breast and rub his thumb over the nipple.
“Let’s get out of here,” he’d whispered after putting his credit card away. “I really, really need to fuck you, Angel. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since I left you on Tuesday, and I’m not a man who’s used to denying himself.”
There was very little traffic en route to her apartment, a fortunate state of affairs since Nick drove fast enough that she couldn’t stop herself from clutching the seat in fear. At one point he glanced over at her and grinned.
“Relax. I’m not about to get us killed. Or get pulled over for a speeding ticket. But I am – let’s call it anxious – to get you upstairs. By the way, I’m going to buy you a frame for that bed of yours. Headboard and footboard. I’ll let you know when it will be delivered.”
“What?” She stared at him in bewilderment. “I mean, why?”
The smile he gave her was satanic. “So I can spread you out and tie you up, of course. Oh, did I forget to mention the frame will have slats? Gives us more flexibility, so to speak.”
Angela was equal parts alarmed and aroused at the images his lightly teasing words invoked. “Um, you’re kidding, right? Because we talked about that stuff and you said -”
“I said I wasn’t into pain and punishment or humiliation,” he corrected. “But there’s a lot to be said for some light bondage and a blindfold once in a while.”
“Define light.”
Nick’s laugh wa
s wicked, maybe even crossing over the line into evilness. “Ah, interested, are we? Well, my naughty Angel, my definition of light would include silk ropes or scarves, maybe some leather cuffs – lined, of course. In other words, no chains or ropes or anything else that could chafe this beautiful skin.”
He picked up her hand and drew it to his mouth, his lips caressing the tender skin of her inner wrist. “Trust me, hmm? Tying you to the bed – binding your hands and feet so you can’t move, then blindfolding you – it’s more than just giving me control over you. It’s about you giving me your trust so that I can give you pleasure, can focus solely on you.”
She closed her eyes, too overcome with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours to cope with even one more thing right now. “Maybe,” she whispered.
He squeezed her hand reassuringly. “No rush, Angel. We’ll get there. Speaking of which, here’s your place.”
They were barely inside her apartment, had just closed and locked the door, before Nick shoved her up against the wall almost violently, her head falling back against the hard wood surface. Almost before she could take a breath, he’d sunk to his knees and pushed her dress up above her waist, sucking her clit between his lips.
“Ah, God.”
She clutched his head desperately, her pelvis thrusting frantically in sync with the hungry, ravenous motions of his lips and tongue. He thrust two long fingers as deep inside of her as he could reach, and she came instantly, convulsing around his hand uncontrollably.
Her legs were unsteady, shaking in the high heels, and she was afraid they would give out from under her at any moment. But Nick either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because he kept at her, this time thrusting his tongue up inside her body, his thumbs spreading the lips of her inner labia apart so he could go even deeper. The second orgasm felt twice as strong as the first, and if she hadn’t been clutching handfuls of his hair like her life depended on it she would have certainly collapsed this time. She kept her eyes tightly shut, afraid she might faint otherwise from the waves of pleasure that continued to quiver through her body.
Nick took her hands in his, removing them gently from his hair. “Another minute there, Angel, and I think you would have pulled a few hunks out by the roots.” His voice sounded both amused and awed as he stood, pulling her into his arms.
She flushed, her cheeks as hot as the rest of her highly stimulated flesh. “Sorry,” she mumbled, burying her face against his neck as she clung to him. “I thought – I was afraid -”
“I’ve got you, Angel. I won’t let you fall. And,” he added huskily, “I was right at the restaurant, you know. You taste sweeter than any dessert in the world. See for yourself.”
He kissed her long and hard, his big, hard body pressing hers into the wall, the huge, intimidating swell of his erection rubbing against her naked vulva. The musky sweet taste of her feminine juices was all over his lips and tongue, and she groaned beneath the bruising pressure of his kiss.
She gasped as he unexpectedly hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her the short distance to her bed where he dumped her onto the mattress with very little finesse. He didn’t waste even a minute as he pulled the dress up and over her head, baring her body to his hot gaze.
“Even more beautiful than I remembered,” he rasped as he began to undress. He took a handful of condoms from his pants pocket and left them on her bedside table. “I need to keep a box of these here. Maybe a few of them.”
Angela’s eyes widened as he finished stripping, his ripped, muscular body proudly naked, his cock appearing even bigger and more terrifying than it had the other night. She moistened her lips, her mouth falling open in anticipation.
“Later,” he told her as he rolled a condom on. “In fact, I’m going to spend a real long time tonight teaching you how to blow me the way I like it. But for now, this is what I want, Angel. What I’ve wanted since the first time I saw you.”
One by one he lifted her legs up and over his shoulders, her feet still shod in the towering white stilettos.
“Lock your ankles around my neck and keep them there,” he ordered. “Don’t move them unless I tell you to.”
She could only nod, her eyes huge and her body tense as Nick slid his hands beneath her ass, angling her to his desired position.
“Easy, Angel,” he soothed. “Just relax and let me in. Nice and easy now.”
He took hold of his penis and began to guide it inside of her with almost maddening slowness. Still, she couldn’t contain the little gasps that escaped her throat with each gradual, careful thrust, as he filled her a little more each time.
And when he was somehow – miraculously – fully sheathed, every long, throbbing inch of his cock buried inside of her – she stared up at him in wonder.
“God, that’s so –” she breathed.
“Good. So fucking, incredibly good,” he hissed. “I knew you’d be able to take me this deep, Angel, knew you’d be a perfect fit for me.”
“Ohh, ohh.” She moaned long and low as he began to increase the tempo of his thrusts, as he lifted her lower body even higher off the bed. Her moans became pants that swiftly became screams as he slammed into her with increasing boldness, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against her buttocks.
“That’s it, Angel,” he crooned. “That’s what I want. Scream for me, let me hear how much I make you feel. Come and get fucked, baby, yeah, just like that.”
Angela clutched the bedcovers desperately as he fucked her almost brutally, the broad head of his cock butting up repeatedly against the very tip of her womb, making her wonder wildly if it was possible for him to literally rip her apart. She grew dizzy, even with her eyes tightly shut, and her breathing grew more and more shallow as she frantically struggled for air.
“Open your eyes, Angel. Watch me.”
Her eyes flew open at the commanding tone of his voice, already so deeply under his spell that she couldn’t even begin to fight it off. His dark eyes were like a burning thing, scorching her with their intensity, and his skin was darkly flushed beneath his tan. They were the only signs that he was beginning to lose control, that he was every bit as swept away by their shared passion as she was.
And it was this realization – that she could make him feel as much as she did – that brought her over the edge, that triggered the spasms that racked her lower body as she came and came and came.
“That’s it, baby. I love feeling that tight, juicy cunt of yours squeezing my cock, love feeling you come around me so hard. Yes, just like that, that’s my girl.”
With the added stimulation of his dirty talk, Angela not only plummeted over the edge but kept falling and falling, falling so far down that she feared she’d never stop, or that the tremors that racked her body would keep on going until she passed out – or died – from the pleasure.
And she knew then, even as Nick was finding his own release, his head thrown back as he shouted his pleasure, that while she’d been falling into bliss she’d also been falling in love at the exact same time. The realization filled her with mingled joy and terror – joy because she’d never, ever come close to feeling this way before, and terror because she’d already broken one of the most important rules she’d promised to obey. She was grateful that she had just enough presence of mind to keep her emotions bottled up, and that instead of whispering her true feelings the only words that escaped her lips were, “That – that was incredible, Nick.”
He nuzzled his face into the side of her neck, his body still joined with hers, both of them hot and sweaty from their primal mating. “That it was, Angel,” he whispered back. “And that was just the warm-up.”
She winced as he slowly withdrew, his cock still semi-hard. “I, ah, might need a little while to recover. You, um, sort of have this way of overwhelming a girl.”
Nick grinned and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “No problem, Angel. Because while you’re recovering, I’ve got another way to keep you busy. Wait here a minute.”
“God, you’re a beautiful man,” she murmured in awe. “Is it all right for me to, well, touch you? I know you said that you always like to be in charge but -”
He captured one of her hands in his, but rather than pull it away he merely stroked it further down his chest to the chiseled planes of his abdomen. “It’s more than all right, Angel,” he rasped. “You can touch me as much as you want. I might like to control what position we’re in, but the only times you can’t touch me will be when I decide to bind you. Here, let me.”
He’d rinsed the washcloth in hot water, and the heat felt blissful and soothing as he gently sponged her off. Nick tossed the cloth to the side as he laid back against the pillows.
“Come here,” he beckoned. “Time for your lessons to commence.”
And his teachings were extremely detailed, his particular preferences very carefully imparted, as he told her exactly how he liked to have his cock sucked. She was in awe at the control he could exert over his body, even after she’d been sucking, licking, stroking him for nearly an hour. He was hard as marble, his erection long and thick and throbbing, the broad head so dark a red it almost looked purple. At his hoarsely muttered instructions, she learned how to relax her throat enough to take almost all of him inside her mouth without gagging; to run her tongue up and down the length of him, sometimes slowly, other times with rapid flicks; how to draw just the tip between her lips and then thrust her tongue into the slit. At one point he took her hand in his, bringing it to his hugely swollen balls, and taught her precisely how to fondle them, what the right amount of pressure to apply was. His hand covered hers as she stroked him from tip to root, showing her the motion until she learned it to his satisfaction.
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