Heartfire: A Second Chance Romance

by Joanna Blake

  I checked my phone again and Bronx, the linebacker from New York, laughed at me.

  "Man, you pussy whipped!"

  I shrugged. So what if I was?

  "She's supposed to be here by now."

  "You invited your girl? Man, she will never let you out of her sight once she sees all these chicks on your joint."

  "She's not like that."

  "Whatever man."

  He leaned back and within a minute there were two girls cuddling up to him. I waved another girl off when she tried to sit with me.

  "Seat's taken."

  She pouted and wandered off to find a more willing victim. I shook my head. The women here were like piranhas.

  My phone vibrated in my hand.

  Be there in ten.

  I smiled, eager to see Nadine in the outfit I'd picked out for her. She'd been at the University, checking out the design department. A change in majors would mean an extra semester but that was fine.

  We had the time.

  And we sure as shit had the money.

  I'd left the ensemble on the bed. A tight micro mini-skirt and a silky top that slid off the shoulders. No bra.

  I grinned, wondering if she'd go for it. Not that it would be out of place here, but my Deanie could be modest.

  I was working on fixing that.

  It's a zoo in here, make sure I know you are here so I can come get you.

  I sat back and downed my scotch and water. I hadn't let loose in a long time. I felt good. Ready for my first game next week. The guys apparently had a strict 'allowed to party' schedule. And they abided by it.

  That included dragging me out for boy's night.

  I didn't care though. Fuck if I was leaving my girl home alone.

  Everything was more fun with her around. Plus, I'd rented a limo. I had plans for the ride home.

  I'd never done it in a moving vehicle before.

  I could hardly wait.

  Nadine

  I stood in the foyer, trying to figure out how to make my way to the VIP area. The joint was jumping, to say the least.

  I tugged my skirt down but it was useless. I was barely covered. I'd have to keep my legs crossed all night or I'd give the whole room a show.

  A very, very naughty show.

  But James had picked out my outfit. I'd promised to play along with his little game. And he hadn't laid out panties.

  So, here I was, commando. No bra either. It felt naughty.

  I kind of liked it.

  I tapped on a bouncers shoulder.

  "Where's the team? I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend."

  He jerked his head across the club.

  "VIP. You'll never get in. They have enough girls already."

  "I'm his girlfriend."

  He shrugged, unimpressed.

  "Whatever."

  I pulled out my phone and texted James. Before I could hit send, someone slammed into me and my phone went sliding across the floor. It was gone instantly, swallowed up by the crowd on the dance floor.

  Great.

  I just had to do this the old-fashioned way.

  Slowly I edged my way through the crowd. Guys tried to talk to me but I ignored them. Up ahead, I could see the VIP section. It was raised and lit better than the rest of the club.

  So I could see James.

  But he couldn't see me.

  The bouncer hadn't been exaggerating. There were girls everywhere up there. They made my outfit look modest.

  I froze as a girl slid across the couch where James was sitting to whisper in his ear. She was hot. Extremely hot. Long dark hair, like mine. Her tits were huge too. And she was wearing little more than a bandage over them.

  I watched as James laughed and shook his head.

  The girl twirled her hair coyly.

  He shook his head again and she tottered off on those impossibly high heels.

  He didn't watch her walk away though.

  He was looking at his phone.

  Good boy.

  Very, very good boy.

  I made my way to the entrance to the VIP room. As predicted, the bouncer didn't even acknowledge me.

  But James was scanning the crowd. He saw me almost right away.

  He waved and came to get me.

  "She's with me."

  The velvet rope was lifted immediately.

  James kissed me deeply and led me over to hang with the guys. I noticed a few of them weren't meeting my eyes. Probably because they were with other girls. Girls who were definitely not their wives or girlfriends.

  I felt a little sick at seeing how easy it was for them.

  The girl with dark hair was glaring at me.

  I sipped the drink that James made for me and pointed her out to him.

  "Making new friends?"

  He was staring at my legs.

  "What?"

  "That girl. I saw her talking to you."

  He laughed.

  "Fuck, you look hot. Uh, yeah the girls around here are a little pushy. I don't like it."

  "You better not."

  He looked at me, belatedly realizing he was on thin ice.

  "Nadine. Do you honestly think I would play you?"

  I smiled, shaking my head.

  "I don't actually. That's why I'm going to reward you. And make sure you stay on a short leash."

  His mouth opened and his eyes glazed over.

  "What? When?"

  "As soon as we leave."

  He stood up and practically carried me out of the club without saying goodbye to anyone. As we left the club I handed my drink to the bouncer who'd told me I wouldn't get into the VIP section. I winked.

  James hadn't even let me take more than a sip of it.

  Once we got into the limo he was all over me. Kissing me, feeling me up, pressing me back into the seat.

  "James."

  "Hmmfff... you look so fucking good Nadine... I wanna..."

  "James."

  He stopped kissing me, finally noticing the tone of my voice.

  "Do you want your reward or not?"

  He nodded eagerly.

  "Then be a good boy and sit up."

  He sat up and stared at me. Waiting. Not very patiently.

  I smiled slowly and reached across the seat. My hands stroked his body through his clothes. Up and down his thighs. Over his cock, making him moan. Up and over his chest.

  I reached down and showed him that I wasn't wearing any panties. He groaned and reached for me.

  "Uh uh uh. No touching till I say so."

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, nodding. I straddled him, my pussy pressed against his hard-on. Then I started to move.

  He reached for my hips and I slapped his hand. He reached for my breasts and I slapped his hand again. Finally he stopped and I nodded my approval, sliding down his body to rest between his thighs.

  He was entirely focused on me as I rubbed his cock through his pants, licking my lips.

  Then I reached for the zipper.

  "Sir? We are here."

  James groaned in frustration. I laughed as he handed the driver a huge tip. He practically ran through the lobby to the elevator bay, dragging me with him. Once we were alone in the elevator he started kissing me, running his hands up and down my body.

  "Fuck Nadine, you really didn't wear panties out."

  "I did what you told me to. Now you are going to do what I tell you to do."

  He nodded, his breath coming hard and fast.

  I smiled and crooked my finger as we walked down the hallway. He looked like he was out of his mind. It was funny. He had no idea what was in store for him.

  "Bedroom, now."

  He led the way, not speaking. Just obeying.

  I liked being in control. It was so different than usual. And I was planning to make the most of it.

  He stared at me as I walked around the sturdy wood and iron bed frame.

  "I went to three different furniture stores before I found a bed strong enough."

>   His eyes widened. His mouth opened. I actually saw his cock twitch in his pants.

  "Strip."

  He took off his clothes so fast I would have missed it if I blinked. I smiled, walking around him. I traced the outline of the muscles on his lower back and then smacked his ass.

  Hard.

  Hmmm, he had a nice ass.

  "Lay down."

  Again, he did as I said. You would think a big guy like him would have trouble moving that quickly. But he was like lightning.

  One by one, I tied his limbs to the posts of the California King sized bed.

  He kept his eyes on me the whole time, utterly transfixed.

  I stared down at him, my big, handsome, helpless man.

  And then I got to work.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  James

  I pulled against the straps holding me down. I could move, but just a little bit. Nadine was standing at the foot of the bed looking like an avenging angel.

  My angel.

  I watched as she pulled her top off and her glorious breasts came into view. Then she slid her little mini- skirt down over her hips. There she was, all long legs and delicious curves.

  Sheer perfection.

  And she was all mine.

  I just had no idea what she had in store for me.

  She tossed her hair over her shoulder and started climbing up my body. Her fingernails traced up and down my thighs, coming closer and closer to my cock without touching it.

  "Nadine... oh God, please Nadine..."

  She flipped her hair over so that it landed on my stomach. Then she backed away, letting the silky strands caress my cock and balls. I groaned at the sensation. She did it a few more times until I was rocking my hips, fucking the empty air.

  She disappeared into the kitchen.

  I did my best to get ahold of myself.

  It didn't work.

  When she came back she had two cups. One had steaming hot liquid in it. The other had ice.

  She lifted them one at a time, considering.

  First she picked an ice cube and plopped it into her mouth. All of the sudden I knew what was coming. I knew it as she climbed up my body. She bent her head and her ice cold lips wrapped around my cock.

  I jerked against my bonds, moaning.

  Her tongue flicked against the tip again and again. She traced the edge of my cock head, then took me further into her mouth. For a relative beginner in the blow job department, she was proving to be a natural at this.

  Fuck, she was better than a natural.

  She was a fucking prodigy.

  She lifted her head up and smiled at me. It wasn't a nice smile. It was a smile of pure evil. I groaned as she stood up and slowly took a sip of the steaming hot tea. Then she was back, enveloping my cock in her blazing hot lips.

  Oh God.

  I groaned, rotating my hips upward. Hoping she would take pity on me and go faster, harder. But she continued the same slow, teasing pace. Her nails scraped along my thighs and belly, again and again, making me even more sensitive to each touch.

  She took me further down her throat this time and I whimpered like a wounded animal.

  A tiger.

  No. A wolf.

  She disappeared to get more ice and then began again. This continued for what felt like hours. Days. I bucked my hips every time she pulled away, my cock bobbing uselessly in the air.

  Finally she seemed to take pity on me. She straddled me, her bare pussy pressing down on my belly. Then she bent down and kissed me.

  Just for a moment.

  Then my torture began in earnest.

  Nadine

  I lowered my breasts to his lips, letting him suck on my nipples for a moment. One and then the other. He was frantic, his lips and tongue slathering me desperately. His head lifted as he strained to get closer.

  I pulled back and raised my hips, letting him do the same to my pussy. He licked it for all he was worth. I grabbed the headboard as he started to drive me wild. It felt so good when he touched me like that. But tonight was about him.

  I needed to keep control.

  I slid backward and positioned myself over his cock. I slid back and forth, rubbing my soaking wet pussy on him.

  He groaned and tried to lift his hips. I knew he wanted to push inside me. I wanted it too.

  But not quite yet...

  I had to make sure he understood.

  Again and again, I let him lick me, keeping me nice and slippery. Then I would continue my teasing, wiggling on him provocatively, playing with my tits for him while he whimpered.

  It had been well over an hour when I decided to take pity on him.

  I grabbed his cock. I held it firmly as I sank down on it slowly. We both moaned in unison as I landed on his stomach, my legs spread wide open by his hips. I lifted myself almost completely off of him.

  He whimpered again, begging me with his eyes.

  "Nadine..."

  I sank down again. For a long time I rode him slowly. A nice long pause between each thrust seeming like I might stop, might pull away. He was flat out begging me now, trying to negotiate.

  "I'll buy you a new car."

  I just smiled.

  "I already have a new car."

  "A dog. A pony. Anything."

  "I don't need anything."

  "Please Nadine. Oh GOD!"

  I slammed down on him a bit harder this time. Then I thought about taking a break. Maybe getting the ice out again.

  That's when I heard it.

  Riipppppppp.

  RIPPPPPPPPP.

  RIPPPPPPPPPPP.

  I blinked and I was on my back, James had one thigh in each hand. He drove into me again and again. It took me a minute to figure out what had happened.

  He'd freed himself.

  He'd actually torn through the nylon straps.

  My man was that strong. His need for me was that intense. It filled me with wonder. Then I stopped thinking at all. I came almost instantly. My pussy was under assault as he fucked me harder than he'd ever fucked me before.

  He jerked above me, cuming with me. But he didn't stop. He kept thrusting.

  "What are you-"

  "You think I'm done after that buildup? You've been a bad girl Nadine, and now it's time to take your medicine."

  He flipped me over and pushed his way inside me again. He had cum. But he was still hard.

  Suddenly, I realized I was in trouble.

  Uh oh...

  He grabbed my hair and tugged my head back gently. His teeth grazed my shoulder as he nipped me.

  "You are going to pay for that you know."

  I gasped.

  "I know."

  I looked over my shoulder at him.

  "But it was worth it."

  Six Months Later

  James

  I lit another candle, shooing the cat away. Tonight was the night. Everything had to be perfect.

  Tonight I was asking Nadine to be my wife.

  I'd hinted at it time and time again. She'd said nothing, just shrugged coyly. I wasn't entirely sure she was going to say yes.

  I'd asked her to go off birth control too.

  She'd just smiled at me. She was still wild. Still not entirely mine.

  It drove me crazy.

  I loved it.

  I loved her.

  She still hadn't said that either. Not since that night at the hospital.

  I said it plenty.

  I said it every time we made love.

  I couldn't help it. It was like she pulled it out of me each time I came. The words flew out of my mouth, even if I didn't want them to.

  Nadine walked in from her class and froze. Her eyes were wide as she took in the preparations I'd made.

  Candles, check.

  Champagne, check.

  Softly playing music, check.

  Rose petals everywhere, check.

  Cat threatening to knock over candles at any given moment, check.

  She looked... disapp
ointed.

  "Nadine? Are you alright?"

  Her eyes were filled with tears. My heart started thudding. This was not going according to plan. She looked at me, her brow furrowed.

  "You knew? My surprise is ruined."

  "Knew what?"

  "You don't know? What is all this then?"

  Now it was my turn to be surprised.

  "You can't tell Nadine? Maybe this will help."

  I knelt down in front of her. Her hand lifted to her chest.

  I pulled out the huge diamond ring I had bought her months before, taking her hand. I'd kept it hidden, waiting for the right moment. Waiting until I just had to ask.

  "Nadine, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I love you so much and want you to take my name and be by my side, always."

  She stared at me in awe. She hadn't known.

  She also didn't look disappointed.

  "Oh James."

  I tried to joke but I felt like the floor was going to open up and swallow me if she didn't say yes. I didn't know what I would do. I smiled crookedly at her.

  "Is that a yes?"

  "Yes! Oh James. Yes, yes, yes."

  I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, slipping the ring on. She barely glanced at it. Her eyes were on me.

  She kissed me again and again, telling me how much she loved me. It was just what I wanted to hear.

  It completely distracted me from the other question I'd wanted to ask her.

  "What was your surprise Nadine?"

  She was crying and laughing at the same time as she ran to get her bag. She walked back to me slowly, with something hidden behind her back.

  She handed it to me.

  It was small and hard and wrapped in a piece of light blue tissue paper.

  I looked at her, not understanding.

  "Open it silly."

  I raised my eyebrow at her.

  "You will address me as 'Husband' or "Master'."

  She laughed as I opened the package.

  "There's another name I will be calling you soon."

  I stared down at the tiny silver rattle in my hand.

  A rattle?

  I looked up at her, realization slowly dawning.

  "What's that?"

  "Daddy."