by Mj Fields
He turned me toward the mirror.
“Tell me what you see when you look in the mirror.” He motioned to my reflection.
“A naked body,” I answered knowing he would demand I did and not give up until he had his way.
“A piece more beautiful than any other.” He stood behind me, pulled my hips back against him, and kissed my neck unbelievably softly and I whimpered. “Here, what do you see here?” He pointed to my eye.
“Brown eyes.”
“Sand before the ocean. You know how much I like the sand don’t you?”
I nodded.
He cupped my breast.
“A perfect handful,” his thumb rubbed over my erect nipple forcing it to pebble even more. “Fucking beautiful. And you dare ask why I would want to own this body?”
He was waiting for a reply and I didn’t know what else to say except, “Sorry.”
“I can’t let you think that a sorry is all you’ll have to say next time you misbehave. I’ll have to perform some sort of punishment. Consider yourself lucky we aren’t at my place or I would paddle you, which hurts more than a hand. You’ll get off easy tonight. Now say thank you.”
“For what?”
“For the spanking you might receive tonight.”
I know the look of shock crossed my face, which made him groan softly against my shoulder blade.
“No.” Down deep I knew I would regret it.
“Since we’re just starting out I will give you a learning curve. But for future reference, no isn’t a word you’ll ever say to me in the bedroom.” He stepped away from me and I immediately missed the closeness. “Go lie on your bed and spread as wide as you can.”
I lay on the bed and looked up as he approached. It was uncomfortable laying spread before him.
He grabbed my ankles and widened them as he knelt on the bed before me allowing no movement and no means to escape the completely vulnerable position I was now in.
“You are doubting yourself again.” He bent and nipped at my inner thigh. My hips thrust forward on their own accord, which furthered my embarrassment. “Your body is more confident than your mind.” He nipped my other thigh and again my now wet sex tilted upwards toward him, begging for his mouth. “How bad do you want me to eat your sweet, sweet pussy, Four?”
“Nikolette.”
“Four for now, she was much more confident.”
“Nikolette,” I said insistently.
“Arguing now? Interesting. Let me tell you what is going to happen now. We haven’t worked up to the spanking, so that’s off the table,” His finger connected and sent a feather light touch up my seam and then he stepped back. “On your knees.”
“What?”
“You’re going to suck my cock. I’m going to cum in your mouth and then when I am done I will be leaving.”
I was pissed, beyond pissed actually, “We could just skip the part about me on my knees and you could leave now.”
“That’s not what you want.” He pushed his finger harshly inside of me and curled up so that I swear his fingertip was hitting the back of my clit.
“Oh, God!”
“So wet.” His finger curled again, but this time he pushed harder on that spot and my back arched, thrusting my sex against him seeking more.
“Yes, oh god yes.” If the pleasure weren’t so intense, I would be embarrassed.
“Take what you can for now, I’m feeling generous. Fuck my hand Four. See if you can get there by yourself.”
Unashamed, I did just that. I held his wrist as I thrust my hips back and forth, taking pleasure from his touch. “Yes, oh yes.”
“Ride it harder, faster, come on take what you want because it’ll all be gone in five, four…”
He continued his countdown as I continued riding his hand, and then he pulled away leaving me empty and unfulfilled. I looked up at him ready to scream just as he was undoing his pants.
“My turn, Four. Suck my cock until I cum.”
I could not believe I was about to do this. The thought had always turned my stomach, but as Abe stood at the foot of the bed and began stroking his glorious, long, broad cock up and down slowly, my mouth began to water and I wanted nothing more than to give him what he had asked for.
No Mr. F’ing Rogers
Abe
I watched as she fought a battle within. She was questioning why she so badly wanted to do as I asked. I was hoping for the outcome I so badly desired. When she sat up, she looked angry and a bit confused. Inside I was pleading for her not to hurt my dick.
I didn’t look away, defeat wasn’t an option. I had laid it all on the line and there was no turning back. In my life, there was room for a tremendous amount of love and compassion, but true to what the books all say about who I had become in the last two years, I needed control. I needed to dominate women sexually. It was a control I couldn’t give up. And after dabbling in this lifestyle that consumed my thoughts, I refused to turn back. I knew exactly what I was looking for in a partner and I wouldn’t settle for anything less.
My heart was beating like a motherfucker as I waited to see what she would do next. It was sink or swim time right here and right now. The girl before me was exactly what I wanted in my life before I was awakened sexually. I swear to fuck, she better be what I needed now, too. Nothing less will do, nothing.
“Now or never,” I hissed as I pumped myself.
She rose to her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. She looked up at me, anger had disappeared and desire remained. She was nervous.
I cupped her jaw and rubbed my thumb over her sexy as hell plump lower lip. “Show me what you’re gonna give me.”
I pushed my thumb into her mouth and she sucked gently on it. “Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
I rubbed the tip of my cock across her lip, and I swear, looking at her naked body, on her knees in a submissive position sucking harder on my thumb as desire’s heat shown in her eyes, was more fucking beautiful than a sunset on the shore on the clearest day.
I pulled my thumb out and gripped the back of her head, fisting her hair, pulling her head gently back, and pushing into her mouth. Her eyes widened as I tried to restrain myself from thrusting too hard.
I was half in when her tongue swirled around my head and then she sucked. Gone was the look of wonder, she looked hungry.
“Perfect, Nikolette.” I thrust in until I felt my tip rub the back of her throat and held her head still, “Breathe through your nose and don’t you dare move for any reason other than to suck.”
I pulled back and she gasped, tears had formed in her eyes and she wiped the saliva from her chin.
“Open,” she didn’t hesitate and this time she had more confidence in what she was doing and her tongue actively participated.
I groaned as she licked up the underside of my cock laying her tongue flat and applying the perfect amount of pressure. She reached up and laid one of her hands on my stomach and then pulled her head back and took me in her hand. She licked the pre-cum from my tip and then licked it again. I pulled my hand away and she looked up seeking approval as she slowly stroked me back and forth. I pushed into her hand and she began pumping faster, now with confidence. Her lips wrapped around me as she took me in her mouth sucking, and licking, hollowing her cheeks and then pulling her mouth away. She flicked her tongue across my head and looked up as she swirled it around the rim causing me to just about lose it.
Fuck she was beautiful. She continued greedily lapping at my now throbbing cock and I pulled back and looked down at her. The light from the hall shone on her just enough so that I could see how badly she wanted more. I looked up to the wall trying to distract myself. I saw something that I never expected to see. Something that immediately infuriated me.
I pulled back and looked down at her. “Hey beautiful, stop for just a minute?”
“Did I do something wrong?” Her voice was thick and sexy as hell.
“Not a damn thing. “
I looked bac
k at the wall and I swear to fuck I wasn’t seeing shit. A tiny bit of light was coming through the wall.
Not wanting to alarm her based on my suspicion, I bent down and kissed her, “I need you to lay back down and give me a few minutes okay?”
“But—”
“No buts. Nikolette, that was amazing.” I kissed her again as I pulled the covers up from her sides and wrapped her in them.
I buttoned my pants as I walked next door ready to rip that motherfucker’s head off.
I walked out of her apartment, shut the door, and walked next door. Rage was what I felt. A rage I had never in my life felt. I had suspected her creepy neighbor had something to do with the electrical problem, but not this shit.
I reached down and turned the knob. Luckily it was unlocked. I walked through the apartment that was identical to Nikolette’s, but cluttered as fuck, and toward the open bedroom door.
When I saw that sick son of a bitch jerking off staring at a computer screen, I flipped.
“You motherfucker!”
“What the hell—”
He stopped when I grabbed ahold of his neck and pulled him away from the bedroom into the living room.
“Get out or I’ll call the police!” He screamed.
My grip tightened around his neck and my other hand fisted and collided with his face, he screamed out and I did it repeatedly.
“Abe!” Nikolette ran toward me and grabbed my elbow stopping the next blow.
“Call the cops Nikolette,” I yelled.
“But you’ll get—”
“Now!”
She jumped when I yelled this time and fear flooded her face.
“Nikolette, do as I say right now,” I said trying to keep calm.
She ran from the apartment and I looked down at the motherfucker who had been tormenting my sweet Nikolette for weeks now.
“You sick son of a bitch,” I couldn’t hold back I hit him again and again.
“Abe, stop!” she cried out and began sobbing.
I let go of him and my hands began to shake.
“Why? What is wrong with you?” She was a fucking mess.
I walked toward her and she stepped back as if she was afraid of me. “No, don’t you dare.” She ran around me and knelt beside Thomas, “Are you—”
“Fuck that,” I grabbed her and yanked her up. I held her forearms in my hands and shook her, “He’s a sick son of a bitch, Nikolette, go back to your place and—”
“What the hell is going on in here?” Another man appeared at the door.
“He broke in here and attacked—”
“You better shut your fucking mouth you fucking scum—”
“Abe, stop! Mr. Smith, I am so sorry—”
“Get. Your. Ass. Back. To. Your. Place. Now. Nikolette!”
“I don’t know who the hell you are, but you need to leave.” Smith pointed at me and Nikolette tried to pull away.
The landlord helped the sick son of a bitch up and I dragged Nikolette to the hall.
“He’s a bad man—”
“You! Your—”
“You fucking know better. Goddamn it, Nikolette—”
“Do I know better? Do you really think?”
She stopped when I pulled her against me and hugged her tightly, almost against her will, almost. “You sure as hell do.”
“He broke into my apartment and attacked me.” I heard that bastard say.
“I’m calling the cops Mr. Thomas, your nose is busted up pretty bad,” The landlord said.
“No, no I don’t want any trouble; just get him out of here.”
“Nikolette, go in and pack a bag, you’re not staying here until that son of a bitch is in jail.”
“Why? What—”
“Please,” I pleaded, “Just do it. We’ll talk in a few minutes.”
She nodded and started to pull away.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. I take care of what’s mine.”
I knew she was confused, but I also knew that there was a trust building between us, one that I needed so badly, especially now.
After she was in her place and had shut the door, I turned and walked back to the neighbor’s.
“I don’t know why the hell he doesn’t want to press charges, but I can assure you I will. You get the hell off of my property—”
I pushed past the landlord and walked into the bedroom as he followed threatening me.
I stopped at pointed to the wall, “I am going to assume this wasn’t here when you rented him this place.”
“What are you—”
“This is my personal property!”
“She is NOT your property! You sick son of a bitch!” I stormed toward him ready to end his fucking life when two officers walked in.
Nicholas DeAngelo was not one of them, fuck!
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed it, “Jase, I need you over at 1273 Park Street. Bring Carly if she’s awake. Nikolette needs a lift to my place. Don’t ask questions, just do it. Don’t leave her alone and keep your damn phone handy, I may need some help. Thanks, bro.”
Nikolette walked in as the officers were asking questions, she looked mortified when I told them about the light I saw on her bedroom wall and even more so when she heard what I had caught him doing. But when they said the computer would be confiscated and an investigation would be conducted before arresting him, she looked scared. The worst part was when they told me that I was being arrested for assault. Apparently, there was no disputing the evidence in a man whose face was already black and blue and whose nose hadn’t stopped bleeding since my fist had made contact with it. It was enough to lock me up for a while.
Jase and Carly arrived just as I was telling one of the uniformed officers that they could give me a few fucking minutes to make sure Nikolette had a safe place to go, emphasized safe while glaring at the piece of shit landlord who allowed scum like him to live here.
Nikolette had that same expression on her face as she did the other night when I got scratched with a knife. I knew she felt like this was her fault, but it wasn’t; she was the victim here. I saw her battling inside and knew there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it right now.
“Nikolette, look at me, beautiful. This isn’t your fault.” She looked toward Carly and Jase, scowled, looked down, and shook her head. “Hey.”
“We’ve waited long enough,” one of the uniforms said and held out the cuffs.
“You have got to be kidding,” Jase huffed. “Call Nicholas DeAngelo, you fucking reta—”
“Jase,” Carly gasped.
“Baby you need to take Nikolette and go. We’ll meet you at our—”
“My place,” I said as the officer tightened the cuffs, “Easy, there buddy, I’m not Harry fucking Houdini.”
“Hey, it’s all gonna be fine. Carly, get her to my place.” She looked up at me fighting tears and I winked.
“You gonna take mug shots?” Jase asked the officer, “That would make one hell of an employee of the month photo.”
“Fuck you, Jase.”
“Damn, haven’t even been to the pen yet and you’re already asking for the sausage.”
“Jase, the only sausage I want is the shit I put in my mouth for breakfast.”
“Well, pretty boy, you might just get that tomorrow morning from your cellmate. Keys?”
“Front pocket, take your time in there when you’re looking for them. It’s been awhile, you know.”
Clean Slate
Nikolette
I sat in the back of the Town car next to a very pregnant Carly. “When are you due?”
“Any day now.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. That’s what family is for.”
“Family? I’m not family.”
She smiled, “Abe is. He is my favorite cousin, you know, and so much different than the Steel men. He’s kind, gentle, and sensitive, and he doesn’t act like some overly alpha romance novel type thinking he needs
to get his own way all the time.”
I huffed and she looked at me.
“Oh dear,” she whispered and rubbed her belly. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
I shook my head as a tear fell, “I just wanna go home.”
“He doesn’t think it’s safe for you there.”
“No, my home. I want to go back to Georgia.”
She reached over, grabbed my hand, and held it. She didn’t say another word; she just sat there holding my hand. God, I missed my girls, too. More tears fell as we drove up to the gate at Abe’s.
Inside, I set my bag on the ground and looked around. I never really thought I would be back here, not like this anyway.
“Are you tired?”
“Exhausted,” I admitted to Carly.
“Me too, so unless you want to talk, we should go rest,” she pointed to the stairs.
“Will he be okay?” I asked as I followed Carly up the stairs.
“He didn’t do anything wrong did he?”
I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want people to know what I assumed was on that computer and I knew eventually they would.
“I think he broke his nose.”
“So unlike him.” She said as she walked into the loft bedroom. “You don’t mind sleeping with me in here do you?”
“No, I think I can trust you.”
“Yeah, I think you can, too.” Carly smiled as she pulled the duvet down and climbed onto his enormous bed. “I need to see if my girl is alright.” She pulled out her phone and made a call. “Hey, Momma Joe, I just wanted to be sure Bella was still asleep. She’s been doing this thing where she comes into our room at night just to make sure we’re still there… No, I think she’s more worried she’ll miss her brother’s birth… Well, Abe kind of got arrested tonight,” she held the phone out away from her ear while a woman was going on and on in what I assumed was Italian and Carly smiled and waited. “Jase is with him… No, Jase didn’t get arrested… No, I don’t think he will, he’s a grown man now… I think Jase was going to call Nicholas DeAngelo… I know it’s not like Abe,” she smiled. “I think you are pretty close to right… I will… If she wakes up tell her to call me… Tell her I’m at Abe’s with his… ” she paused, looked at me, and raised her shoulders. But I just shook my head. I was hardly Abe’s girlfriend. “Abe’s friend. Love you too.”
