by Cynthia Dane
In fact, she wanted to prove that she was so not a demure little flower that she made a point to not break eye contact with him. With him lying back against his headboard, that was easy. All she had to do was keep her mischievous eyes on his, even when he closed them and retreated into his own world. You looked at me, so it’s only right I look at you. He slipped farther into her mouth, resting on the back of her tongue as she attempted to take as much as possible. Maybe I really do have a big mouth. What was difficult to get in her body on Friday night was now almost simple.
She let him fall out of her mouth so she could reorient her breathing. Spit broke between her lips and his tip. So, I’m doing that. Nala slightly tilted his cock so she could move her face in closer, teeth grazing his hidden sack and the salty taste there. His musk was almost overwhelming. This whole time she thought it was his cologne! Apparently it was part cologne, part natural scent.
“Fuck, Nala,” he groaned, fist tightening in her hair. Nala’s grip meandered along his shaft, feeling it swell in preparation. “You are so damn hot.”
Vincent’s hand landed gently on her ass. She shook, surprised but not shocked. As his hand kneaded her ass, she continued her oral onslaught, realizing that this man was about to come with or without her.
Like hell she would let him come without her.
Although he was big, Nala felt so relaxed around him that she didn’t think twice swallowing half his length, feeling his tip rub against the back of her throat and dance around her gag. Her hand tightened around his base as her tongue went wherever it wanted, swirling along his length and attempting to futilely wrap around his girth. Her eyes flickered between his and the abdomen before her. Sweat trickled down his stomach and toward his navel. As her breaths increased, so did his – and so did the force pulling at her scalp.
Vincent hissed, his cock swelling to an unusual size in her mouth. Nala knew it was coming, and yet she was almost unprepared for the sudden taste of seed hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, mouth and hand bobbing on his cock, taking every last drop from him like she did Friday night.
An orgasm for an orgasm. Sure, hers was apparently in return for going without two days ago, but Nala wasn’t naïve. She didn’t believe for two seconds that more would happen now that Vincent got his. He was totally a one and done dude. Unlike Nala, who was pretty sure she could go on and on and on…
“Ah!” She toppled on the bed, Vincent’s strength too much for her to resist as he flipped and loomed over her. She was in mid swallow, and some of his seed broke past the corner of her mouth right in front of his gaze.
“You’ve had your fun.” He smirked, wiping the mess from her mouth. That taste of salt continued to go down her throat, even after he kissed her and sampled what he had given her. Oh my God, that’s hot. Nala was getting wet again. “Now we get serious. You still don’t know what submitting means… just because you gave me head. Please.”
He stepped off the bed and opened a drawer in the far away nightstand. From it he pulled three silk ropes, his eyes lighting up in a glee he probably hadn’t experienced in a long, long time.
“I told you I had some practicing to do.” The ropes landed next to Nala. “And you still have some learning to do.”
She could only gape in astonishment as he rolled her back over and slapped her hand against the headboard.
Chapter 15
Until now, everything was familiar to Nala. She knew what it was like to get head. She knew what it was like to give head. She even knew the ins and outs of this man’s cock by now. What she did not know, however, was what it was like being tied up in a man’s bed for his own twisted pleasure.
Although Vincent occasionally muttered and cursed other things beneath his breath because he was more than a bit rusty in the world of erotic knot-tying, Nala still felt like she was in the hands of a professional. Maybe that was because she didn’t know any better. At any rate, she obeyed whenever he told her to move this way or that, to hold her hand in such a way, or to stay in one position above another. Whenever he got a knot right, he smiled to himself.
Occasionally he walked around the bed, admiring his handy work and wondering what he should do next. It was difficult for Nala to see, but she saw an intricate web of long ropes woven above her, creating a design that reminded her of a dream catcher. Her arms were nothing more than spread, and her legs were free, but nevertheless, she stared in awe as art was created above her head. Here I hadn’t even noticed the headboard. It was perfect for tying unsuspecting women to. Especially if Vincent liked fucking those women where he tied them – because the man was starting to get hard again, and all he did was play bondage prisoner with Nala.
She didn’t say anything. She was almost afraid to fuck up his flow and lose the momentum. The greater the art became, the tighter her wrists were held to the headboard. No way was she going anywhere now… not that she wanted to.
“This is almost passable,” Vincent said, standing near her head. His cock was half-erect. “Not as good as I used to be, but I can get back into form soon enough. Fuck, I’ll need to practice every day… not on you, of course.”
Oh, well thank heaven!
He loomed over her. “Unless you want me to.”
“One thing at a time.”
“Obviously.” The bed jilted beneath his weight as he climbed on and pulled on one of her legs. A small scarf was in his hand. I have a feeling I know what that’s for. Nala bit her lip in anticipation. Vincent situated himself between her legs and proceeded to pull the scarf taut between his hands, biceps flexing in the minimal light. The longer he sat there playing with the scarf, the harder his cock became again. With her legs spread, all Nala could think about was getting a proper taste of his lovemaking abilities again. I’d say I’m embarrassing myself down there, but… nah. She did hope, however, that Vincent had the means to wash his bedspread tomorrow. Nala had made short work of it.
“Are you going to fuck me now, sir?”
She didn’t smile. Nor did she squirm as he tickled her knees with the silk scarf. “Is that what you want? Because I have some orders for you.”
Of course he did. “I want it.” It felt like Friday again, when Vincent pinned her against the wall and demanded she tell him right then that she gave her consent to him taking her roughly in that corner. Is he going to be rough again? Nala wouldn’t mind if it went in that direction, but she wasn’t in the mood to start off that way. Ease yourself in first this time. Assuming this went well, there would be plenty of opportunities for him to jump and take her like that again. Oops, there I go. Didn’t take much, apparently.
Vincent circled her nipples with the scarf. “First, close your eyes.”
She wasn’t surprised when the scarf touched her face. Vincent knotted it tight behind her head, blocking out the last of the light. Even when she opened her eyes again, all she saw was shadows. I’ve never been blindfolded before. Let alone with a rock-hard man kneeling between her spread legs. Let alone when her arms were spread and tied to his headboard.
“Well, here you are, Nala Nazarov. Blindfolded and bound naked in my bed. How does that make you feel? Make your words count.”
She didn’t have to think twice about what she wanted to say. “It makes me feel good, sir.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Now do me a favor and don’t say another word until we’re done. Remember the other night when I told you to make all the sounds you wanted, just don’t say anything?”
Nala nodded.
“Let’s do that again. If you can take me and still obey, I’ll make it worth your while.”
She sucked in her lips, afraid to speak.
“If you speak, we’re done. So, I guess if you want me to stop, say so.”
Nala remained silent and unmoving as Vincent pulled her thighs apart and fingered her slit. She heard him lick his hand before it smacked against her clit. Holy shit. If he wanted her wet, then that’s what he got.
“Did you like it when I talked dirty to you t
he other night?”
I suppose it’s okay to gesture. Nala nodded again, remembering those erotically callous words. Call me them again. Put me in my place, asshole.
“Good. Because I doubt I’ll be able to help myself.”
Breath swept through Nala’s nostrils when his rounded tip touched her opening. It moved up and down her slit, stimulating her clit and reminding her of how much she wanted him to fuck her. Guess he’s hard again.
Oh, he definitely was. Her body parted to let him in, Nala’s mind escaping to another plane of existence as she was slowly filled by Vincent’s stiff cock.
She whined. She had to make some sound, and that was the best she allowed herself since she couldn’t tell him how good it felt. I need to come up with other ways to tell him. As Vincent slid out, waited for her to get wetter, and then began to enter her again, Nala curled her toes and arched her back in reverie.
“You look good on me.” He grunted, pushing himself to the hilt. Nala spread her legs wider, cursing herself for being so petite. He must look like a monster compared to me. The demon was back, and she was expected to swallow him whole. “This time I’ll make sure you come on my cock.”
The bed creaked and groaned as he began to move. At first, it was in slow, gentle strokes that gradually opened Nala up and made it easier for her to take him. This is what I’m talking about. She didn’t want to make slow and easy love, but she did appreciate not feeling like a train wreck after the deed. Nala kept her teeth on her bottom lip so she wouldn’t utter a word. This was too good to let slip through her fingers
“Fucking damn it all, Nala.” His grip on her hips tightened, directing her ass up as he rose on his knees and slipped deeper into her. “I have you exactly as I want you, and all I can think about is tearing you apart.”
She showed him her teeth, a smile as dreadful as any of his. “Then tear me apart, Master,” it said, and she was ready.
Or so she thought. The scream of surprise as he rammed into her, hard, scared even her.
One thing for Vincent Lane to slide his big cock in and out of her like a gentle soul. Quite another to feel like the sky itself came crashing into her every single second. Nala let out a long, pathetic wail as her body was used like a toy, Vincent’s grunts becoming louder and more sadistic the longer he fucked her from above.
“You don’t know what kind of man I am,” he growled, bruising her hip with one hand and snatching her breast with the other. Nala was manhandled – groped during lovemaking, and marked during a round of day-to-day fucking. “You don’t know what I can do to you.”
A flicker of fright shook her heart as she struggled to meet his intense thrusts. It’s too much! Yet it felt so damn good, the way this otherwise composed man split her in two and acted like it was the most life changing thing in his world. She made sure that every sound passing her lips made it seem like she enjoyed it, even though it hurt a little. Pain is fine… this is fine… True to her thoughts, an orgasm built within her battered groin.
“Or maybe you do know.” Vincent stilled, but it was not to come within her. He lifted his hips, taking her with him. But being tied so well to his bed meant it lifted her back and made her head sink deep into the bed. Oh my God! No man had found his way this far into her before. She didn’t know anyone could go that deep! Is that my… Even by herself Nala had never found her most precious place within her. Vincent had found it their second round having sex. “You’re mine, Nala.”
What happened in her mind as he came inside her was something she could have never anticipated. She alit in a flurry of hormones, riddled with a type of lust that seemed to come from the core of her being and strained to touch Vincent wherever it could. The only way she could touch him right now was with what wrapped around his cock, so she squeezed, tight, refusing to let him go as undulating waves filled her. The crazed sound coming from Vincent’s throat made her feel so small, so needed, and so at the whims of a frenzy no man could control. She was left to a fate that had no certain end.
Except for his own climax as well.
She unleashed a cry that almost drowned out his. The warmth consuming her was soothing, of course, as if this mighty hunter had finally caught his vixen and wanted to tame her right there in the wild. So hot, so fucking hot! Nala wanted to be a vixen. She wanted Vincent to be her hunter come to mark her before releasing her back from whence she came. Anyone to catch her afterward would find that she already belonged to another man. Normally this type of scenario would disgust her, but Nala was so swept up in her orgasmic paradise that this was the only way their relationship could end. Fuck me, fill me, and tell the world I’m yours.
Nala was almost too wet to contain Vincent by the time his thrusts finally slowed. He groaned in fatigue, letting Nala’s ass and hips hit the bed with him on top of her. She too came down from her high and remembered where she was and that they were two simple people in this big, fucked up world.
She wasn’t prey, and he wasn’t a hunter. They were just man and woman.
“You get really fucking tight when you’re coming,” Vincent muttered, his cock easily slipping out of her now. My God, that is a hole. Seed spilled from her, dribbling down her ass and coating the bedspread beneath her. That’s a hole, and it’s hot as hell. If she weren’t so spent right now, she’d beg him to find something to fuck her with again. “I’ll keep that in mind in the future. I wanted to learn your responses since last time… well, I guess I did.”
Just when Nala thought it was over, he pushed back into her, his groan that of a man who was very satisfied with his current lot in life. Money and pussy. Typical. Nala wasn’t complaining. She’d save that for later.
When all was said and done, it could’ve been worse. Who am I trying to kid? It was awesome. During the moment. Once the binds and blindfold came off, Nala was able to roll over and use her body as she wished again. The first thing she did? Put her hand on Vincent’s face and push him away to the other side of the bed as she got up and shuffled to the master bath a few feet away.
She tried to play it cool. So he tied her up. So they had sex. So he said some weird shit that would’ve been threatening if she didn’t kinda-sorta know him by now. He keeps saying he owns me. Nala cleaned up, even going so far as to briefly run the spacious shower so she could rinse out – and in. Does he? Of course he didn’t. Not legally.
Except he was her in when it came to getting to Xavier Crow. He was her only means of revenge, if Nala did go the vigilante justice route – and she had thought about it several times. In the end, I don’t have the guts to go to jail. Plus, he was giving her money. A thousand dollars a week to pretend to be his girlfriend, and now they were having kinky sex.
All of that was fine. Except Nala liked it.
“Dumbass,” she muttered, toweling off in front of a huge mirror above Jack and Jill sinks. “What do you think you’re doing, getting involved with this guy?” Vincent wasn’t any good for her. He wasn’t even a real relationship. It was sexual tension blowing over. He didn’t think of her as Nala. Not Nala the person. He didn’t even know Nala the person!
That was it. Nala had to do something right now to prevent a potential disaster.
She walked back into the loft with a towel wrapped around her body. Vincent was on the bed, still naked, his hands beneath his head as he dozed. For a moment, Nala was foolishly taken in with his lean, muscular physique. I mean, he fucks like a champion. Who knew? She had expected him to be a lazy lay because he was rich and good looking. I may have known a man or two like that in my short years. Never boned any of them, but certainly heard stories…
“You can stay the night,” he mumbled, as Nala bent down to pick up her clothes strewn across bed and floor. “I have work in the morning, but can drop you off somewhere.”
“No thanks.” Nala dropped her towel, pulled her hair back into a boring ponytail, and started putting her underwear on. “I’m gonna go home now.”
Brows furrowed, Vincent sat up, one foot landing
on the floor by the bed. “Do you want a ride home?”
“No.” She found his pants and his wallet within. Right in front of him, she opened his wallet and pulled out a Grant. Perfect.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re paying for a taxi. I’m not taking transit through here this time of night.”
“I said I would take you home.”
He was halfway out of bed, grabbing his briefs and jeans as if he could get them on in time. Maybe he’d pull a real PNW move and put on the hoodie and go commando down below. I’d almost pay to see that. Walk down Burnside with your wang hanging out, buddy. Nala nearly hooted at the thought.
“Nah, I’d rather go by myself. Let’s not complicate this any more than it has been.”
Vincent was cute, what with being too confused to function. Nala bet that didn’t happen often. “Did I do something? Say something? You came, right?”
Rolling her eyes, Nala finished dressing and pocketed the money in her jeans. “Yeah, I came. Thanks.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Oh dear Lord, he was such a man! “You’re confused, Vincent, and I’m not in the mood to deal with your confusion.”
“I guess I am pretty confused right now, but only because you’re not being clear with me.”
“Look.” Nala put her hand on his bare chest, ignoring the warm sweat and other sources of heat emanating from his hard frame. I am this close to climbing in his lap and kissing him. The stupid part of her brain wanted her to cuddle next to him and feel protected by the man who made such short work of her. The smart part told the stupidity to fuck the hell off. “We can’t lose sight of what’s important. Getting justice for my sister and for your dead fiancée.”
Now may not have been the time to get weird about that detail, but…
“Thanks for bringing her up. Feels really great.”
“I bet.” Nala ruffled his hair, sending him back on his ass. “I’m sure you’re a decent guy, sir, but I can’t afford to find out any more than I have. Don’t worry. I’ll learn how to play the good sub for The Aviary. I will follow your plans, because God knows I’m too fucked up to come up with any of my own. You saw what happened the last time I had a non-plan.” She pivoted, making for the stairs. “But I won’t be yours. We’ll have sex, if it seems like the thing to do. I ain’t saying you’re bad at it.” She raised her voice as she began her descent, Vincent scrambling to grab his clothes and chase after her.
