by Cox, Carrie;
I was starting to get annoyed. All the men had their eyes fixed on the women dancing on the stage.
A tall girl, with big, bouncing, brown curls and a huge rack, stood at the front of the group of strippers and removed her bra. There was a huge cheer from the men standing beside the stage, and I felt a distinct pang of irritation at the fact that both Nick and Jackson seem to be very interested.
I thought they were supposed to be watching out for the owner not focusing on a stripper’s breasts.
I took another sip of my beer.
There was another large cheer, and I noticed to my surprise that one of the strippers, the one with the largest breasts, had climbed down from the stage and was now making her way towards our table.
Her large, full breasts bounced with each step she took. My eyes narrowed, and I felt a flash of fury as she headed straight to Nick.
She cupped her breasts with her hands, pushing them together and getting so close she was practically rubbing them in Nick’s face.
My jaw dropped open, and my fingers itched to slap her.
Nick turned his head to the side, ignoring her. “Not tonight, sweetheart.
The stripper didn’t seem bothered at his rejection. She just shrugged and then turned her attention to Jackson. He grinned as she jiggled her breasts in front of his face and then turned to give him a good look at her thong-covered backside and began to grind against him.
I thought strippers had a no touching rule.
I glared angrily at them, and Jackson chuckled as he lightly slapped her ass.
“Come here, honey,” Tom said, obviously enjoying the show.
When the stripper stood in front of Tom, he put his huge hands on her breasts, squeezing them and tweaking her nipples.
I flushed. Jesus. I really didn’t need to be watching this. I felt sick.
Because everyone else was so distracted by the stripper, I managed to easily slip away without anyone seeing me.
I stepped inside the restroom and splashed cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror and was depressed at the sight that greeted me. My skin looked pale, and my eyes looked wild.
My pupils were dilated – I’d definitely had way too much to drink. I moved to the side to make way for two women, who’d entered the small restroom and were intent on applying a fresh coat of lipstick. One started backcombing her hair.
“Hey,” I said, smiling at them both. “I don’t suppose either of you have a phone I could borrow, do you? I’ve left mine at home.”
The two women exchanged a look, and the one with bleached blonde hair narrowed her eyes at me. “Say, you’re with the Blackthorne guys, aren’t you?” She turned to her friend and giggled. “Man, what I wouldn’t give to be in her place. Can you imagine being passed around between them. They’re real men. I bet they know how to satisfy a woman.”
The other woman, who had a hard face, licked her freshly painted lips. “I like the dark-haired one.”
I knew she was talking about Nick and I flinched.
“I bet he knows what he’s doing in the bedroom.” She cackled.
“Well, you can have him, honey. I’ll go for the tall blonde guy. He looks like he could go all night.”
The one with the blonde hair peered closer at me. “Have you had them both?”
She raised her eyebrows. “I bet they’re big, aren’t they?”
I screwed up my face in disgust.
I’d been feeling low and out of my depth at this bar, and I wanted to hear Claire’s familiar voice. Even if it was just her voicemail message again.
I’d only wanted to borrow a phone, but now I realized these two were not the right women to ask.
“Never mind,” I muttered and backed away from them.
“Maybe you could put in a good word for us,” the blonde woman said.
She winked at me, but I turned around on my heel and left the restroom as quickly as I could.
I’d made a mistake. A big one. They knew I was with the Blackthorne crew, so it was stupid of me to talk to them. They could tell Nick or Jackson I’d been asking to use a phone, and it could get back to Victor.
Why had I been so stupid?
When I got back to the table, I was confronted with an extremely angry Nick.
His eyes flashed down at me as he loomed above me. “Where the hell were you?”
His words were so sharp and furious that I actually took a step back.
I was about to explain that I’d been to the restroom and apologize, but then I thought, to hell with that.
If he hadn’t been so busy staring at the strippers, he would have realized I’d gone.
Besides, I was perfectly within my rights to visit the restroom. I didn’t need his permission.
My cheeks flamed with embarrassment as I realized Jackson was watching us with a twisted smirk.
“I went to the restroom,” I said. “Why do you care? You seemed quite occupied when I left.”
I was annoyed at myself for revealing the fact I was jealous, and I bit down on the inside of my mouth.
But Nick didn’t seem to notice. He was still furious that I’d gone off somewhere without telling him.
“You don’t just walk off like that, Ella. I can’t protect you if I don’t know where you are. You’re my—”
My temper flared at those words. “I’m not your property, Nick!”
Chad and Tom chuckled beside us.
Nick tensed. He looked as though he was barely keeping his temper in check.
He gritted his teeth. “I was going to say you are my responsibility. I didn’t say you were my property.”
I folded my arms across my chest, determined not to give in. “You were inferring that I was yours.”
“You are mine,” he growled.
Ignoring the laughter of Chad and Tom beside us, Nick leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “You’re mine to protect and that’s what I’m going to do. If you disobey me again, I’m going to take you to our room, spread you across my lap, pull down your jeans and spank that pretty little ass of yours.”
I felt a rush of something that wasn’t exactly anger.
Heat pulsed between my legs as I pictured myself being spanked by Nick. I flushed guiltily at the idea I could take pleasure from something like that.
“I can take care of myself, thank you very much, Nick,” I said and took a step back from him.
I knew I was breathing hard and fast, but I couldn’t control it.
Get a grip, Ella, I ordered myself.
It was blatantly obvious I couldn’t actually look after myself in a place like this. I did need Nick, Jackson, Chad and Tom to keep me safe here. But it pissed me off that he would act like I belonged to him, as if I didn’t have any choice.
Nick still looked furious, but he sat back down. “We are working, Ella,” he said in a cold tone, and turned away, making it clear he was refusing to engage any further.
I was so mad.
I stood up. “Fine. I’m going to bed.”
I marched off, hoping that Nick would follow me. I tried to suppress the longing I felt. I was shocked to realize I wanted him to follow through on his promise. The idea of feeling his hand smacking my ass was a crazy turn on.
But it wasn’t Nick who caught up with me before I reached the room, it was Jackson.
3
“Nick’s just angry with himself. He was worried,” Jackson said.
I rolled my eyes. “I know.”
“You really were jealous of that stripper, weren’t you?” he teased.
I scowled at him. Why was this any of his business?
Jackson grinned at me. “I hadn’t realized you were quite so feisty, Ella.”
When I unlocked the bedroom door, he winked at me and then walked away.
It wasn’t until I was safely inside the room that I realized that Jackson and Nick had probably had an agreement between them to make sure that I got back to the room safely.
Nick was still mad at me, so he had sent
Jackson.
I wished it had been Nick. I was still mad at him, but I was feeling incredibly turned on, and the thought of him coming back to the room and doing exactly what he’d promised had me hot and bothered.
I sat down on the bed and prepared to wait. There was no way I could sleep right now.
Luckily for me, I didn’t have to wait long.
I’d just kicked off my shoes when Nick burst into the room.
The sight of him made me catch my breath. He still looked furious, and his eyes blazed as he stared down at me.
I didn’t say a word, but I stood up. I licked my lips and then unbuttoned my shirt slowly. His eyes hungrily devoured me, and I was pleased to notice his breathing had sped up.
I let my shirt slip down over my shoulders and reached behind my back to unfasten the clasp of my bra.
My cheeks flamed as I let the lace slip down, leaving my breasts exposed and my nipples tight and desperate for attention.
Nick inhaled sharply and then licked his lips.
“Carry on,” he ordered.
I swallowed hard and tried to push aside my embarrassment. The huge bulge behind his zipper told me just how much I was affecting him and gave me confidence.
My hands went to unfasten my jeans, then I stopped.
“I thought you were going to punish me,” I said, my voice trembling with desire. “You said you were going to spank me.”
I saw the lust flame in his eyes. He licked his lips, and his gaze travelled down to my butt as he walked around me slowly in a circle, drinking me in.
“Do you like that idea, Ella?”
I nodded. My heart was hammering in my chest as the moisture pooled between my thighs.
Holy crap, this was such a turn on.
Nick went to sit on the edge of the bed and gave me a slow, sexy smile. He beckoned me towards him.
I took a step forward and then hesitated.
Was I really going to do this?
I took one more small step, so that I was within his reach.
Nick reached out and grabbed me, and in one smooth movement, he had pulled me facedown onto his lap. He help me in place with his arms, gently but firmly.
I wriggled. It was a natural response to try and get away, but he held me so tightly I could barely move.
“Are you okay, Ella? You really want me to do this?”
I flushed. I was so turned on my whole body was tingling.
“Yes,” I managed to say, desperately needing to feel his hands on me as I felt his muscular thighs clench beneath me.
He reached down to grab my waistband, and with a flick of his fingers, he undid the buttons on my jeans and then lowered the zipper.
He forced my jeans down my legs, but only halfway so they trapped my thighs together, even though I longed to open my legs and have him touch me.
He held me in place, and I moaned as his hands caressed my ass with just a gentle touch. Then he lifted his hand and a second later, brought it down with a short, sharp smack.
I gasped in shock and then squirmed again.
Oh my, why did that feel so good?
“Nick,” I begged. “I want you to take me.”
“Soon,” Nick said in a deep voice. “We’re just getting started.”
He caressed the spot he just slapped, and I squirmed against him, my legs still tightly held together by my jeans.
Wow, this was good. Sex with Nick was always amazing but this… felt so naughty, and yet, so good.
“I don’t think you’ve been punished enough yet, Ella.”
I held my breath and felt another’s sharp smack on my behind. I jerked forward as I felt the moisture build between my thighs.
Damn. I didn’t think I had ever been so wet in my life.
“Please, Nick,” I panted.
“Do you want me to take you?”
I nodded frantically.
“Do you want to feel me inside you?”
Oh, God, yes!
“Yes, Nick. Yes, I want to feel it.”
He paused for a moment, and I tried to shift my position to look up and see his face, but he held me firmly over his lap.
“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you belong to me.”
“I, um…” I hesitated.
Damn. This was so totally hot, and he knew exactly what buttons to press to get me wet, but that didn’t mean I was his property.
I wriggled against him. “Nick, I’m not…”
My words were swallowed up in a gasp as I felt another sharp smack hit my behind.
I could feel the tingles increasing between my legs. I needed a release that only he could give me. I needed him.
“You belong to me, Ella.”
Dammit. I knew it was wrong, but I would have said anything right then to get him inside of me.
“Yes! I belong to you.”
“That’s right, baby,” Nick said as his fingers caressed my ass, before moving lower.
He pushed his hand between my legs, which wasn’t easy because my legs were still squeezed together by my jeans. He used one thick finger to run along my soaking wet opening.
I whimpered, practically beside myself with desire.
I tried to move again, wanting to get up and straddle him, but he held me tightly in position.
He ran his finger slowly back and forth against me, and I pressed down against him desperate for more pleasure. I needed to get my release. The tension was building inside of me.
“Do you like that, Ella?”
I panted the words, “Yes, yes.”
I didn’t want him to stop. As I moaned, he increased the speed he was running his finger over me. In no time at all, I felt the tension building even higher, and the tingles started to escalate.
“I want… I need…”
“This?” Nick asked as he slid a finger inside me, and moved his thumb in a circle over my most sensitive spot rapidly. “Is this what you need, Ella?”
I couldn’t answer him. The orgasm hit me hard, and my body shivered with delicious pleasure as my inner walls clenched around his finger.
“Oh, Nick,” I whispered.
I felt him release his hold on me, and I shakily allowed him to help me up.
Damn that had felt good.
Despite my shaky legs, I shamelessly pushed my jeans down my hips, and then shimmied out of my lace panties, discarding them on the floor.
Nick’s eyes widened and they burned with desire.
Completely naked now, I stood beside him and then leaned over the bed.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked him shamelessly over my shoulder.
“Damn, Ella. That is hot,” he said, standing up and quickly starting to take off his clothes.
He unfastened his jeans, freeing the huge, stiff bulge in his pants. He positioned himself behind me on the bed, and slid a finger inside me.
He groaned as his finger slid in and out of my wetness. He added another finger, stretching me slowly, preparing me. Then I felt him shift behind me and heard him tear open a condom wrapper.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes,” I pushed backwards against him, feeling his hardness probing me.
In one swift movement, he thrust himself inside me.
I was so wet that despite his size he slid in easily. His hands tightly gripped my hips as he plunged into me again and again. Taking me hard and possessively.
As he continued those deep, delicious thrusts, I started to feel that familiar pressure building deep inside. I tried to widen my legs and push back against his hard thrusts.
His hands slid from my hips so that one hand reached out to cup my breasts and play with my nipples, and the other hand slid down between my legs, to caress me.
The sensations were overwhelming, and almost immediately, I could feel the promise of another climax.
His thrusts were strong and demanding, as he drove himself deeper and deeper into me.
“Are you okay, Ella?”
I knew he was asking becaus
e this was the roughest he’d ever been with me. But I loved it.
I arched my back, trying to take more of him.
“Yes,” I cried out. “Harder.”
He did as I asked, pumping into me harder and faster until I felt myself unravel under him. As my orgasm hit me full force, my internal walls spasmed around him.
I cried out his name, and he held me tightly and said, “That’s right, baby, come for me.”
With a final thrust, he came deep inside me.
We both collapsed exhausted but happy on the bed.
I took the opportunity to drink in his gorgeous body as he sat up and disposed of the condom.
I would never get tired of having sex with Nick Steel. I knew sex wasn’t everything in life, but it was a damn good part of it.
Afterwards, I enjoyed laying back in his arms, resting my cheek against his chest.
“You know what we just did…” I began tentatively.
Nick grinned. “Had sex?”
“Well, yes, but I meant the stuff I said… I mean, just because I said it in the heat of the moment, doesn’t mean I’m really your property.”
Nick looked down at me and kissed me on the forehead. “I get that, Ella. I know you’re not my property. But I can’t help wanting to possess every inch of you, you can’t hold that against me.”
He grinned at me. “Besides, I think you kind of liked it.”
He was right, I really liked it. But I still felt the need to point out that just because I liked it in the bedroom, didn’t mean that’s what I wanted in real life.
“I understand that,” Nick said. “But I can’t help wanting you to be mine.”
“I could be your girlfriend,” I said and then cringed at my word choice. “But I’m my own person,” I added quickly.
When I looked up at him, I was surprised to see the smile had left his beautiful face. He looked conflicted and serious. Just as I thought he might be about to shut down on me, he smiled again.
“You want to be my girlfriend?” he teased.
I looked away. I wanted to be a hell of a lot more than that.
But that wasn’t a conversation we were ready for today. I rested my head against Nick’s chest. I let my eyes close and listened to the steady beat of his heart as I drifted off to sleep.
