by Raine, Alice
My hands were suddenly trembling as lust zinged around my system and I quickly put the wineglass down before I dropped it. I never quite knew how things would progress when Nathan was as fixated as this. Sometimes he’d initiate a scene and pull out one or more of his toys, but on other occasions he’d literally just pounce on me.
From the way he was now prowling across the kitchen towards me, my money was on the latter. Oh goody.
As he got to within two foot of me, he let out a low growl and swooped forward, his arms encasing me. Then his lips sought mine with a hunger that had me gasping and clutching him for support. I loved it when he was like this. His kiss was frantic, stealing my breath and heating my blood to the point where I could barely stay still.
He leaned back, his eyes wild with desire and cheeks flushed as he looked down and assessed my clothing, a chunk of his gorgeous hair flopping over his forehead. The pale pink shirt dress that I was wearing protected me for about two seconds before Nathan gripped at the central join and ripped it open, buttons popping and scattering everywhere as he dragged the material from my arms and threw it to the side.
‘Nathan!’ My protest was silenced by the heated stare he gave me, which told me in no uncertain terms that he wanted me naked, and he wanted me naked right now. I supposed I couldn’t complain too much. He’d lessened his clothes-ripping habit recently, and it was pretty flipping hot to be desired by him to this extent.
‘Let’s keep you quiet while I get rid of these clothes, shall we?’ With those words, Nathan leaned to my left and picked up one of the plums that I’d had on the cheese and fruit platter.
He polished it briefly on his trouser leg, then lifted it to my mouth and dragged it across my lips.
‘Open wide then bite down gently.’ His command was so low and appealing that it immediately triggered my subservient side and I found myself automatically opening my mouth and holding the soft fruit between my teeth.
I couldn’t believe he had just done this, though – gagged me with fruit!
‘Don’t drop that, and don’t dare move otherwise I won’t let you come tonight,’ Nathan murmured beside my ear, his tone sending a shiver down my spine and leaving me in no doubt that he meant every word he was saying.
He dropped to his haunches, tugging down my leggings and knickers before also throwing them aside. There was none of his usual finesse tonight, and I realised that he hadn’t been kidding earlier when he’d said he was desperate.
As much as I tried to stay still, my jaw still shifted around the fruit in my mouth and my teeth broke the skin, coating my tongue with its sweet juice. The plum was so overly ripe that I quickly felt juice dribbling down my chin, too, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I definitely wanted to come tonight, so there was no way in hell that I was going to break his no-moving rule and wipe my mouth.
He stood up, his gaze dropping to the juice trail, and Nathan smiled wickedly at me, his desperation seeming to have calmed somewhat now that he had me well and truly where he wanted me. Reaching around me, he undid my bra with ease, slid it from my body, and placed it on the kitchen counter, leaving me stark naked.
He lifted a hand to brush his thumb from my jaw bone down my neck and into the hollow between my breasts before clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. ‘Messy little thing.’
I glanced down to see what he meant and only then realised that the juice from the plum had trickled down my throat and was also coating my breasts with several sticky, purple trails.
Licking his lips, Nathan then wiggled his eyebrows, apparently in his element now. ‘Let me clean you up, baby.’
Reaching up, he removed the plum and chucked it in the sink behind us, then dropped his mouth to my lips. He licked them clean with an approving hum before following the sweet trail of juice down to my neck. His hot tongue lashed at my skin, heating me from the inside out, and caused my head to roll back with pleasure as he very thoroughly suckled on my breasts one by one to remove all the traces of juice.
‘It tastes almost as good as you,’ he murmured against the pebbled skin of my right nipple. Nathan was the only man I’d ever been with who could make me orgasm purely from playing with my breasts, and amazing as I always found this skill, it would seem that he was working his sorcery again, because I could feel the pit of my stomach tightening with a building climax and he hadn’t even touched between my legs.
‘Nathan … I’m close …’
‘Mmm,’ he hummed against my skin sending flutters of lust rushing over my body. Then to my dismay, he abruptly stood up. ‘Seeing as you made me wait, I think it’s your turn for a little frustration.’
Gah! I hated it when he did this! I was about to squawk my complaint when I noticed his wide, cocky stance, and the dark look in his eyes and quickly snapped my mouth closed.
Dominant Nathan was well and truly out to play.
Chapter Seven – Nathan
My girl was seriously pushing my buttons tonight. I’d wanted to fuck her ever since she’d teased me by touching herself as I burped Will, but then she’d gone and made my night by agreeing to the official collaring ceremony, and it had taken all of my control not to fuck her in celebration right there in the kitchen.
I’d had to be the “good boy”, though, and behave myself, because her fucking parents were over. Don’t get me wrong, they seemed like nice enough people, but I just didn’t do family stuff. I had no personal experiences to help me know how I should react, so I always ended up finding these occasions awkward as fuck.
At least her mum seemed to have chilled on the whole wedding topic, which was a relief.
I’d been hoping they would leave after dessert, but Susan had enquired if there was cheese and we’d ended up sitting over yet another course of food. The whole time they were nibbling on their Camembert and crackers all I had been able to focus on were the memories of Stella’s arse branded by my handprint. As a result, I’d had a full-on stiffy for over an hour and a half now. Throw in her earlier teasing and I was seriously at my wits’ end.
Looking back at my girl, I had to suppress the groan of desire that tried to break free from my throat. She looked so sexy, leaning back on the counter buck naked and waiting with anticipation for my next words. I knew exactly what I wanted us to do, so I wouldn’t keep her in suspense any longer.
‘Onto your knees, beautiful.’ I reached across the small gap between us and tangled a hand through her hair, caressing her soft cheek, then encouraging Stella to lower herself.
The mixture of shock and arousal in her eyes was enough of a turn-on that I felt my cock thicken even further. Christ, I couldn’t wait to release it from within my trousers.
Keeping her eyes locked with mine, Stella bit down on her lower lip. She followed my instructions, sinking down onto her knees and siting back on her heels before folding her hands into her lap.
Her ready position.
She was really living up to my nickname for her, too, because she looked stunningly beautiful kneeling there like this. Drawing in a deep breath, I tried to control the flood of emotions that often hit me when I stared at Stella for any length of time. I still couldn’t believe I had gotten so lucky.
We were the perfect match, in every aspect of our lives together. She knew me better than anyone ever had, could read me like a book, listened when I needed it, and had wordlessly supported me when all the shit with my father trying to ruin my business had happened.
The fact that we also happened to be smoking hot in the sex department and perfectly compatible as Dom and sub was a rather nice complement to it all.
She loved me taking control almost as much as I loved the act itself, so I flashed her a reassuring wink then sobered my face and allowed my Dom mask to slip into place. I kept my expression neutral, body upright and taut, and widened my legs giving me what Stella always called my “cocksure stance”. I felt powerful but, more than that, I felt humbled by the fact that this incredible woman was voluntarily kneeling by my feet.
Christ. I was getting overly sentimental again. That seemed to happen a lot since William had been born. I was more emotionally open these days, but I wasn’t a sap, and I did still have a raging hard-on so it seemed an appropriate time to get the evening back on track.
Keeping my gaze locked with hers, I slowly undid the zip of my trousers and pulled my cock free. It jerked upwards as the cool air hit my skin and I sucked in a deep breath through my nose as I palmed it and squeezed to finally release some of the tension I’d been holding in my body. Fuck! I was so aroused that I could feel it bubbling around my veins as I ran my hand slowly up and down my shaft and stepped closer to my girl.
‘You know what to do, baby,’ I murmured softly, only just keeping my expression neutral when I saw the thrilled expression on Stella’s face as she shuffled towards my thighs. My next breath hissed through my teeth, because Stella wasted no time at all latching on to my dick with that hot little mouth of hers and running her tongue around the top like it was an ice-cream cone full of her favourite flavoured treat.
Holy fuck, she was so goddamn good at this.
That was another reason I was a lucky son of a bitch; Stella loved giving me head. In fact, she didn’t seem to be able to get enough of it, and had actually climaxed on more than one occasion just from giving me pleasure. I loved going down on her, too, so I guess we were evenly matched in that department as well.
I needed to maintain my role tonight, though, and so tightened the grip I had in her hair to briefly pause her actions. ‘This is a punishment for making me wait earlier. You’re not allowed to come until I say so, Stella. If you do I won’t allow you a climax for the rest of the week.’
Her eyes widened at my words, but, sensing how serious I was being, she briefly lifted her mouth off me and nodded. ‘I understand, Sir.’
‘Good girl. I’m close, fuck me with your mouth.’
Her eyes sparkled with delight at my command and she got right back to her task, sucking me back into her hot mouth and hollowing out her cheeks as she worked her tongue up and down my shaft. Her hands joined in, one gripping the base of my cock and working in time with the movement of her lips, and the other dipping between my legs to cup and fondle my balls.
Holy fuck, this felt so incredible that I wanted it to last forever, while also desperately chasing my much-needed release. My hands clenched with the effort of not grabbing her hair, but I knew when she made me come it would be incredible and I didn’t want to risk hurting her if I lost control.
She shifted the hand at my balls slightly further back and Stella pressed two fingers against my perineum, beginning to massage the sensitive skin behind my balls in the way she knew I loved. Jesus, it felt like she was inside me, touching the base of my dick, and the sensation had my balls rising and my cock thickening as my orgasm quickly approached.
Stella moaned, apparently sensing my imminent release, and moved her efforts to the top of my dick where she began to suck hard while performing shorter movements with her mouth. Her grip stayed tight, and she hollowed her cheeks again, using her lips to work up and down over the skin around my foreskin until I had to lean forwards and rest one hand on the kitchen counter to steady myself.
She knew this was what I liked when I was about to come. Deep throat didn’t do it for me at all. The top of my dick was the most sensitive and when she gave it as much attention as she currently was I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
She twirled her tongue, dragging her lips across my shaft one last time. With a strangled moan, I felt my balls explode as I pressed forwards into her mouth and started to come. Stella wrapped her mouth around me, sucking and swallowing everything I had to give, not stopping with her movements until I was sagging above her, my knees weak from the power of my climax and sweat dripping from my forehead.
I fell to my knees and gathered her into my embrace. Then I leaned back on the kitchen cupboard while I tried to get my wits back.
That had been even better than I’d expected. A lazy grin crawled across my lips as Stella snuggled into my arms. My girl really was utter perfection.
Stella
Even though I hadn’t come yet, I was feeling far more relaxed now. Still horny as hell, but a little more relaxed. Pleasuring Nathan always did that to me. I loved it. Loved making him feel good and knowing that it was me who made him lose control.
Shifting below me, Nathan dropped a kiss on the top of my head, then helped me to stand from his lap. His face was still flushed from his climax, but amazingly, one quick glance down showed me that he was still hard. This was often the case with Nathan. It didn’t mean he hadn’t been satisfied, it was just a show of how insatiable he was. He could come multiple times in a night, and put the stamina of all my previous boyfriends to shame.
He brushed down his waistcoat, then winced as he forced his cock back inside his trousers and zipped them up with difficulty. I noticed the unfairness in our state of dress – I was starkers, but he was still suited and booted – but I didn’t really care. Nathan had made it plain he loved my body, and I was secretly hoping that after my recent performance he might even up our orgasm count now and give me the climax I was so desperate for.
He must have seen the needy expression on my face, because he reached up and brushed some hairs from my face with a soft smile. ‘Are you in need of some relief, baby?’
‘I am … Sir.’ I wasn’t sure if I should have used his title, as we only used it during scenes, but seeing as it was so soon after finishing I decided to keep with the theme. It seemed to please him, because his eyes twinkled with pleasure and he cupped my jaw and pulled me forwards for a brief kiss.
‘Let’s go upstairs and sort you out then, shall we?’ His words sent a flood of moisture to my core and I actually shuddered with desire as I nodded my head and turned keenly for the door.
The disapproving click of his tongue stopped me in my tracks and I glanced back at him. ‘After all this time, you still nod at me?’
The low, growled words made me pause, and one look at his desire-saturated stare instantly reminded me of his dislike of nodding, not to mention his love of trying to keep me in line, so I quickly added the audible response he so liked. ‘Sorry, Sir. I meant to say yes please.’
Nathan winked at me, his features instantly softening, and as we dashed towards our bedroom I couldn’t help grinning at how bloody perfect we were for each other.
Chapter Eight – Nicholas
My eyes widened as I looked up from the newspaper to see Rebecca pushing open the lounge door and struggling with a pile of cookery books in her arms and her laptop balanced on top. ‘Woah! Let me get those for you!’ I leaped to my feet, grabbing the books and laptop before Becky could reply, then ushering her towards the sofa.
‘You should be resting, sit.’
Instead of doing as I told her, Rebecca shoved a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes at me. ‘I’m not ill, Nicholas, I’m pregnant. Honestly, you’re worrying over everything.’
I placed the books on the coffee table and sunk into the sofa, but remained quiet. I couldn’t really say much to her reply, because it was true. I was worrying over everything, but that was because, as sappy as it sounded, Rebecca was my everything, and now she was carrying our baby I was even more inclined to try to take care of her.
We’d known about the baby for quite a few weeks now, but I was still struggling to adjust and probably driving Rebecca nuts at the same time. Remembering that Dr Philips had told me I needed to talk when I was feeling stressed, rather than holding things inside, I decided that maybe now would be a good time. I was getting better at expressing my feelings, but this type of thing always made me feel a little uneasy.
‘I … I’m so excited about the baby, and I really want to be involved, but I just feel like a bit of a spare part,’ I blurted awkwardly.
Rebecca paused, her irritated expression began to soften as I continued. ‘It’s inside you, so you already have a close bond with it. I guess that fu
ssing over you and the baby is a way for me to feel more connected to it all.’
Finishing my confession, I looked up to find Rebecca staring at me with the oddest look on her face. It was almost like she was awestruck; her eyes were wide and filled with moisture and her mouth was parted as if she wanted to speak, but couldn’t.
Feeling my defences rise a little at her strange expression, I straightened my spine and frowned. ‘What’s that look for?’
‘Nothing, I just feel really guilty for snapping at you now.’ Rebecca came to my side. She sat on the sofa and immediately picked up my hand before leaning in and placing a lingering kiss on my lips. ‘That was a really sweet thing to say, Nicholas. I’m sorry if I’ve not been appreciative. Blame it on my hormones, yeah?’
Slipping back on the sofa, I gently tugged Rebecca across so she was sitting in my lap and lying on my chest. Burying my nose in her hair, I took a moment to breathe in her light floral scent.
She started to caress my chest and I felt my tension relaxing away. ‘I want you to be involved, too. You’ve been coming to all the doctor’s appointments and stuff so I thought you’d feel included, but I’m sure we can think of other things we can do to help.’
This conversation was just what I had needed, but was also making me feel a bit self-conscious. Was it right for the guy in a relationship to be acting this needy? I was never like this usually, but wham, put a baby in my woman and I suddenly felt the desperate urge to surround her in bubble wrap and seal her inside a glass box. It was fucking ridiculous, but such a strong reaction that I could barely contain it.
Pushing aside my insecurity, I shrugged. ‘The way I see it, it’s your job to carry the baby and have a healthy pregnancy, but it’s my job to ensure you have everything for that healthy pregnancy. That’s why I keep fussing.’
