by Tina Donahue
“It’s okay,” Mitch said, tearing off his clothes, kicking them aside. “I’m improvising.” Nothing short of a bullet in his brain would make him stop.
Nikki’s head hung between her shoulders, strands of damp hair sticking to her throat and chest. With hooded eyes, she regarded his nudity. Proudly, Mitch allowed it. His cock was as hard as it had been during his teens. As a man, he knew how to hold off and please a woman.
He moved into her, the length of their bodies meeting. She lifted her chin, exposing her neck. Mitch took full advantage. New moans escaped her with each of his kisses. He licked and suckled her throat, tormenting her, demanding she crave more.
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
All day and all night. For the time being, though, Mitch cupped her breast, lifting it to his mouth, swirling his tongue over her nipple.
Connor said something. Again, Mitch didn’t hear or heed it. Having Nikki’s nipple in his mouth demanded all of his focus. The tip stiffened even more, her areola got tighter. She pushed out her chest, delivering herself.
He groaned in gratitude, then sucked hard, suspecting she’d like it. Her resultant whimper proved she did. He tended to her other breast, then thrust his tongue into her wonderfully hot mouth. She welcomed him as she had in the BDSM room and the stairwell, her kiss both impassioned and tender.
Its lustiness cut through all the sentimental stuff, reducing Mitch to animal need. With their mouths still joined, he pulled Nikki off her feet and into him. She tugged on the shackles to force the chain through the pulley. The metal links went slack, allowing Nikki to rest her arms on his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his hips and followed his lead as though they’d been doing this for a lifetime…or had been dreaming about it.
The wait was over. Thank God. Mitch knew he wouldn’t last another second. With his hand around his rigid cock, he directed the crown to her cunt and plunged inside.
Chapter Six
Yes. More. Please.
He was finally inside her, the root of his shaft nestled against her clit. His length and thickness strained Nikki’s pussy, forcing her body to accommodate his, and it still wasn’t enough.
She dug her fingers into Mitch’s shoulders, demanding he get closer. Pursing her lips around his tongue, she drew it deeper into her mouth, her response telling him what she had to have. Him so near they’d never again be separated. She needed that of Connor too.
He stood a few feet away. A continent might as well have been separating them. He offered no comment at all, not even a complaint that would have told Nikki he was envious of his brother’s actions, that Connor had missed her as much as she’d missed him. The only sounds came from the cast. They clawed the glass as directed earlier, shouting that they wanted inside to claim and mount her.
Mitch’s actions prevented that, demanding this moment for him alone. He smelled of clean skin, musk, leather and her. Nikki liked that the most, having marked him as a feline might, making him her own. His shoulders were smooth and heated beneath her arms, his body fucking hard.
He tugged even more of the chain through the pulley and walked them to one of the glass walls, indifferent to the men’s voices outside. Her back was to them, Mitch’s body snug to hers as it had been in the club’s stairwell. He moved with grace and strength, easing his cock from her sheath until only the plump head remained inside, then thrusting back in, driving even deeper than he had before.
Nikki gasped in delight. How had she ever lived without this? The wildest Wall Street parties hadn’t come close. Her ass made squeaking noises against the panes. She curled her toes and hung on for all she was worth, her tongue pushing Mitch’s from her mouth so she could fill him with hers instead.
His throaty groan said he approved. As a reward, he slipped his hand between their bodies, his fingers seeking her clit. Oh hell yeah. Delicious sensations feathered out from Nikki’s cunt to her limbs, exciting, irresistible. She was so damn wet Mitch had no trouble sliding in and out, his pumps matching his fingers’ steady strokes on her nub.
Nikki shivered. She moaned. The man was a freaking machine with the stamina of an Olympic athlete. Where had he learned to screw standing up? Had he done it before with other women? Which ones? Shoshana? Girls from the club? Mitch had said none of the men would recognize his nudity. He hadn’t mentioned the women.
Nikki hated them all for having enjoyed what she’d hadn’t until now. Crazy with lust, she kissed Mitch with a fierceness she’d shown him and Connor when they’d been young and would have continued forever if not for needing air.
The back of her head tapped the glass. She warned herself against glancing in Connor’s direction, but couldn’t resist. He didn’t turn away. She sensed he could not. His expression recorded the wonder she and Mitch felt, along with residual pain. He seemed so alone. So uncertain.
Mitch wasn’t. He suckled her throat, drawing a rough moan from her. With each of his thrusts, new currents of pleasure replaced the last, his fingers not missing a beat on her clit, still unbearably sensitive from her previous climax. Nikki sank her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from crying out again…saying something Connor didn’t want to hear. The cast filled the quiet, shouting like the lusty nobles they were supposed to be. Connor’s breathing grew increasingly heavy—aroused or infuriated, Nikki didn’t know. Nor could she do anything about it, or stop what was happening.
Mitch’s body and hers were slick with sweat, their chests bumping into each other’s with each gasp for air. He tightened his hold, obligating her to do the same with him. Eager, Nikki pressed her hands into his back, her calves against his narrow hips. The force of their bodies vibrated the glass. His cock seemed to get bigger or her cunt more full, delivering even greater friction, coaxing them to the edge.
On an unrestrained growl, Mitch came, pulling Nikki with him. Her inner muscles pulsed crazily around his rod. He flexed his cock, thrusting into her several more times, maybe to make certain he’d tamed her. Did the man have any doubt? Her arms hung over his shoulders. Simply keeping her ankles crossed and her legs from falling became a monumental task.
Thankfully, he cupped her ass and adjusted his weight to take the burden off her, then kissed her cheek. Tender responses not depicted in the graphic novel or in Connor’s directions.
Did that make him mad? What was he doing now?
Nikki sucked Mitch’s shoulder, savoring its salty taste as she regarded the rest of the cast first. They’d moved to each side of her and Mitch, their fingers still scratching the panes. Many of the young men stared at her, their wolfish expressions either the greatest acting on Planet Earth or the real deal. A few exchanged glances that said they weren’t certain the scene had ended or not.
“Do you want to call cut?” Alex asked Connor.
He regarded Nikki with an appetite to match her own.
Mitch pulled in a full breath, his chest pressing hers, commanding her attention. She worked her fingers through his damp hair, keeping his face against her neck, loving how his breath skipped over her skin, warming it further. He yawned. Poor baby. He was so tired, but also sated and content.
Connor watched without comment, his hands in his pockets, his fingers tightened into fists.
Nikki braved his mounting anger. It was better than before, no emotion at all. If that was all he had left to offer, it would kill her. Don’t you know I want you too?
Whatever he saw on her face caused his fury to recede. He looked so lost, Nikki offered a pleading smile.
The edges of his mouth edged up, then came right back down, his feelings obvious to her and certainly jumbled. Need warred with doubt. Desire struggled against pride.
“Hey, Connor,” Alex said, elbowing him. “Are we through here?”
“What?” He frowned at the young man, then got his bearings. “Yeah, cut,” he called out and left the gazebo.
The cast stepped away from the glass, their attention sliding from him back to her and Mitch. For the first time today, Nikki felt
nude, all arousal chased away by the bad shit that could happen after sex. Mitch’s actions proved it. As weary as he’d been a second ago, he was as alert now, pulling out of her, unlocking the shackles as he watched his brother. Connor stood at the equipment table, facing the grounds, not them.
“Do you want us to set up the next scene now?” one of the crew asked.
Connor shook his head.
“Then when?” the guy persisted.
“I don’t know…take a break. Tell the others to do so until I call everyone back.”
To do what? Pack their gear because the rest of the film wasn’t going to happen? They were all leaving? A sinking feeling ran through Nikki, making her queasy.
Mitch tugged on his breeches and left the gazebo, heading for Connor.
Alex moved close enough for her to smell coffee on his breath. “There’s food in the kitchen,” he said, all conspiratorial and friendly. “If you’re hungry.”
He stared at her boobs as if he wanted to devour them. Rather than pissing Nikki off, his unwelcomed familiarity depressed her. She went outside, snatching her robe, pulling it on as she headed back to the mansion.
Connor and Mitch continued to speak, their voices low, backs to her, not even seeing her pass. Nikki figured it wouldn’t have mattered if they had. They were arguing about what just happened and the only resolution would be to fire her again. Twice in one week. Had to be some kind of record.
She ran to the dressing room, a combination makeup area and bath that would have made Paris Hilton drool. Antique gold fixtures adorned three white marble sinks shaped like seashells. The sun’s pale beams poured in from the skylight, falling across two chaise lounges upholstered in ivory-and-gray silk. Mirrored walls with subtle etchings of sandpipers and reeds multiplied her reflection dozens of times. The slap of her feet against the stone tiles recorded her troubled pacing.
Who would deliver the bad news? Connor? Mitch? Both?
Nikki stopped in the middle of the room, hearing men’s voices in the hall. The shouted comments and boisterous laughter didn’t belong to the Wade brothers, that was for sure. The guys moved past, no doubt heading for the refreshments in the kitchen, unaware that this might be their last meal here.
Her stomach cramped. She bounced on her heels, hating to wait for bad shit. If Mitch and Connor were going to do the deed, then just get it over with so they could all move on. Sure.
Nikki sagged against one of the mirrors, resting her forehead on it. There had to be a way to turn this around and stay in their lives at work and beyond. She hadn’t done anything wrong out there. How in the hell could she when she’d been fucking shackled? Mitch was the one who’d veered from the script and no way did she regret it. She could still feel him inside her, hard and hot, insistent on taking what he wanted.
Maybe he’d been telling Connor that outside, explaining that he’d behaved as any normal guy would when faced with a nude and chained female. Could be he’d been apologizing for losing his head and promised to get rid of her.
An agonized groan rushed from Nikki, emptying her lungs. Beneath it, she heard someone approach and stop outside the door.
Go away. Please. I’m not ready for this.
The door’s hinges creaked briefly. Mitch came inside.
Anxiety pushed Nikki toward him, though not all the way. She stopped in the center of the room, her legs too rubbery to go farther, and blurted, “What?”
He closed the door. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re going to. What?”
“Are you all right?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I’m not. Connor hates me. You hate me. You’re—”
“Whoa. What are you talking about? No one hates you, Nikki.”
She flapped her hands to stop her tears. Didn’t do a damn bit of good. Her words were thick and halting. “I didn’t mean for that to have happened out there. Not that I’m sorry. I’m not. If you hadn’t lost your head, I would have. Not that I could do anything about it with those freaking manacles on. I did the best I could.”
As unglued as she was, Mitch was as calm, running his thumb over his chin. “Your best, huh? Good to know.”
Was he making fun of her? Prick. She brushed tears from her cheeks, pulling off one of the feathers as she did so. Damn. “Why are you in here? Don’t make me fucking wait.”
His thumb paused. His brows shot up. “I think waiting might be good. You’re not in any condition to do anything else.”
“You want me to calm down so I’m in a better mood when you fire me?”
“What?” He stepped closer. “Where in the hell did you get that idea?”
Nikki stopped clenching her jaw, as confused as he seemed to be. “You’re not here to tell me to get lost? That you never want to see me again?”
“Have you lost your mind? Don’t you recall what just happened in the gazebo?” He flung out his arm, gesturing in its direction. “You think after that I’m going to keep my hands off you?”
What a nice question, though it didn’t address the entire problem. Nikki licked a tear from the corner of her mouth. “Connor wants you to.”
Mitch’s expression changed from exasperated to wary, then right back to irate. “He doesn’t know what he wants, all right? And no one tells me what to do. If you haven’t yet noticed, I’m a big boy.”
No kidding. The filmy outside light did nothing to diminish the solid planes of his chest and torso. Hard slabs of muscle quivered with his every move. His nipples were coffee colored, his belly flat, the hair trailing from his navel to beneath his breeches silky and dark. The bulge between his legs proved his interest in her. Still, Nikki had to ask, “You really want me? Not just because you’re horny, but because you genuinely like me as a person?”
“Are you serious? What’s not to like?”
She could think of lots of things, with one of them being Connor’s disapproval of her. He and Mitch had been through so much shit with only each other to depend upon. That wasn’t the kind of bond any woman could or should weaken. Her mouth trembled.
“Nikki, listen to me,” he said. “From the moment I met you as a kid, I’ve wanted you. That’s never changed.”
His admission was so honest and brave, she forgot everything else and hurried to him, pushing her fingers through his tangled hair, running her thumbs over his temples. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “I was such a bitch in school. I didn’t mean to hurt you and Connor. I was afraid the other kids would turn on me. That’s no excuse, I know. I should have—”
“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s in the past.”
“But I want to make up for it. I have to prove that I’m not that girl anymore. I need to do something. What do you want me to do?”
“Shutting up would be good for starters.”
She laughed, then groaned, then kissed his jaw, his cheek, each eyebrow, prattling as she did. “I’ve missed you and Connor so much. I thought about you guys all the time. I went to your graduation. I wanted to apologize, to beg you to forgive me for all the mean things I’d done, but I didn’t have the balls to go through with it.”
Mitch’s hand stalled on her ass. “You were there that day?”
“Yeah. I even took pictures. It was all I had left of you.”
He bunched her robe in his fist, easing it up to uncover her. “Because you didn’t have balls.” He settled his mouth on her ear and whispered, “Believe me, I’m glad you don’t.”
Nikki smiled at his teasing, but still tightened her fingers on his scalp. “Listen to me. I’m trying to apologize…to tell you how ashamed I am.”
“Uh-huh.” He held the robe to her waist with one hand. With his other, he explored the separation between her cheeks.
The sensations were so strong, it was as if he’d never touched her there before. She whimpered.
“Go on,” he said.
With what? Her moaning? “Huh?”
“Tell me about your shame,” he murmured. “Is it because I’m doing this
?”
Aw damn. The tip of his finger was back in her anus, reacquainting itself with the ring’s tight contours. She sagged against his chest and tugged on his hair. “Hell no, that feels amazing, kind of decadent, but in a good way, you know?”
“Glad to hear it, ’cause we’re through talking.” Pulling his finger out, he removed her hands from his head and stepped back.
Nikki followed. “Whoa, wait. Are you leaving? Are we? Is the film over?”
“It’s barely begun.”
Awesome. “Did Connor send you in here to get me for another scene?”
“Not yet.”
Even better. “Then no way are you leaving here or me.”
Mitch grinned, making one dimple in his left cheek. “Is that a threat?”
Fucking A, though she tempered it with seduction. “I don’t want you to leave. I can’t let you.”
Mitch looked intrigued. “And why is that?”
“You have some of my glitter on your nose and a feather on your left eyebrow. You look ridiculous.”
He glanced past her to the mirrors and promptly brushed away the offending makeup.
“There’s also some on your chest,” she lied and licked his nipple, pretending to remove the stuff.
Mitch inhaled sharply and staggered back a step. Nikki clasped his ass, keeping him steady and from even thinking about retreat. Her tongue teased his nipple’s small tip while her hands roamed, dipping below his navel to between his legs, his pendulous cock and tight balls.
“Take them off,” he sputtered.
“What? My glitter? Feathers? Are they tickling you?”
“No. These damn stupid pants. Take them fucking off me.”
“Yes sir.”
In a flash, Nikki was on her knees, untying the drawstring waist, easing the rough linen down Mitch’s hairy thighs, uncovering the most exquisite thing she’d seen all day in a place filled with matchless beauty. His pubic hair was wiry and black, his cock a darker color than his olive complexion and so erect the skin was stretched, slightly shiny. A prominent vein snaked down its striking length. The head was as large as Nikki’s palm, reddish with passion and from what they’d already done. Traces of his ejaculate and her moisture lingered on his hefty balls and thighs, reminding her of the act.
