Unbearable (Undescribable)

by Tessier, Shantel

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  I pull up to our house and get out of my car. “Why are you following me?” I ask Micah as he gets out of his truck.

  He lifts his phone up. “Holly texted me earlier and said she was over here. She wanted me to pick her up.”

  We walk into the house to find Holly and Angel sitting in the living room. They both look at us with big smiles on their faces.

  “Hey, baby,” Angel calls sweetly, standing up from the couch and walking over to me.

  “Hello, ladies.” I wrap my arms around her and she reaches up to smash her lips to mine. Her lips make contact and she doesn’t waste a second as she pushes her tongue into my mouth. She kisses me as if she hasn’t seen me in days and my body instantly reacts. I push my hardening cock into her stomach and grab a hold of her hair, pulling her head back to deepen the kiss.

  She pulls away panting and looks over at Holly. Holly beams at us and gives a little laugh. “I’m ready to go. I’ll see you tomorrow at work, Sam.” She then tosses a cell phone onto the couch and turns to walk off as Angel waves goodbye.

  Micah and I look at one another puzzled for a second before he shrugs and trails after a bouncing Holly.

  Once they’re gone, Angel spins around walking off toward the kitchen.

  “Where are you going?” I ask somewhat confused that she is no longer mauling me in the living room.

  “I’m hungry,” she throws over her shoulder.

  I come up behind her, spin her around, and toss her over my shoulder. “Me too,” I say smacking her ass as I walk us toward our bedroom.

  “Slade!” She giggles.

  I shut our bedroom door with my foot and toss her onto the bed. As soon as her back hits the sheets, she sits straight up. I reach down and pull her shirt up over her head. “Do I even want to know what that was about back in the living room?” I raise an eyebrow as she works on removing her jeans and underwear.

  “I just missed you?” She shrugs while biting her lip seductively.

  I let out a chuckle. “Well lucky for me, you have the chance to show me just how much.” I unzip my pants and her eyes fall to my hard cock as I release it.

  She looks up to my eyes and gets a small smile on her face.

  I jump off the bed and open the nightstand that holds the handcuffs that we haven’t used much lately. I know she likes them and I want to have a little fun with her tonight.

  “Hmm,” she hums as she looks at me holding the cuffs.

  “I thought you might want to play with these.”

  She just continues to smile at me. “On your stomach.” I demand.

  She slowly rolls over onto her stomach and immediately places her hands behind her back.

  I smile as my eyes roam over her perfect body and the fact that she knows how I want it.

  I crawl onto the bed and position myself over her legs as I take her wrists in my hands and tighten the cuffs around them. I then lay her hands on her back and run my palms down the side of her soft thighs and up over her ass.

  She lays her head to one side on the bed. “Going to show me what you’re made of this time?” she asks, referring to what I told her when I fucked her on the kitchen table.

  I lean down placing my chest on her arms and back. “You know you really shouldn’t antagonize someone when they have you cuffed and at their mercy,” I say seriously, if she only knew what I could do to her. We like to play rough, but sometimes I want to show her just how dominating I could be with her. I’m afraid to take things as far, and rough, as I want with her. Afraid it would hurt her, or worse, what if she liked it? How far would we be willing to go together before she got hurt? Angel brings out a very dominant part of myself I never knew I had, but even I am not willing to take that chance.

  She gives a little laugh. “I’m not afraid of you, Slade. If I was, I would not allow you to cuff me in the first place.”

  I reach up, grab a fist full of her hair, and pull her head back. She lets out a cry of pain and then starts to breathe heavily.

  “I won’t take the chance of hurting you.” I look down to the side of her face and into her eyes. The look of want I see in them has me tightening my grip in her hair.

  She hisses in a breath and shifts her body underneath mine. I know the weight of my body on top of her along with her hands cuffed and pinned to her back is getting uncomfortable, but I want her to tell me.

  “I’ve always known you’ve hidden a side of yourself from me, Slade,” she says still breathing heavy.

  “And what side is that?” I lean my head down and place small kisses on the side of her face.

  “A darker side,” she whispers quietly.

  I close my eyes and release a sigh. She’s taunting me. She wants me to show her something that we both know exists. “I already told you that I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I release her hair and her face falls to the sheets. I reach down and pull her hips up so that she is on her knees and her ass is in the air. I position myself between her legs.

  She takes a deep breath before she speaks. “Want to know what I think?”

  I pause as I take my dick in my hand. She doesn’t wait for me to tell her no. “I think you’re afraid you’re going to like it.”

  I grit my teeth as I wrap both of my hands around her already bound wrists. She doesn’t make a sound as I tighten the cuffs a few more clicks, letting me know they are now as snug as I originally wanted them. But I don’t miss the movement of her arms as she tries to fight the uncomfortable tightness of the cuffs.

  I reach down and rub two fingers against her pussy. I feel my resolve start to weaken at how wet she is. She wants it just as much as I want to do it. We could try it just this once. If she tells me to stop, I won’t hesitate to stop and remove the cuffs.

  Without a word, I slide my dick into her with ease. I want her to think I’m going to take this slow. I don’t want her to expect it just yet.

  I set a slow pace, just pulling back and sliding forward, with my hands resting on her hips.

  I hear her let out a breath and she relaxes her hands against her back. I smile to myself as I release one hip and slap her ass so fucking hard it instantly has my hand stinging.

  She screams out at the unexpected hit and her body jerks away from me. I grab her hips and pull her back toward me. Her body once again jerks as the spot I just spanked makes contact with my skin.

  I pull out and spank her again just as hard and in the same spot.

  “Ahh,” she cries out, lifting her head up off the bed.

  I slam back into her and lean over her body once again. I take one hand and grab a hold of her chin.

  “Your pussy is getting wetter by the second Angel,” I whisper. The fact that I have her panting and unbelievably wet has my dick jerking inside of her.

  She licks her lips, taking a deep breath. With my hand still holding onto her chin, I take two fingers and run them over her wet lips. I push them into her mouth. “Suck on them,” I demand.

  She closes her lips and obeys. I pull back and thrust into her again.

  I push her down so she is lying flat on the bed with my body on top of her, pinning her down. Her closed legs cause her pussy to tighten around my cock.

  I moan at the feel of my cock inside of her while her mouth is sucking on my fingers. I take my other hand and thread it in her hair, holding her head in place, while my other hand still grips her chin. With my weight on top of her she has no way of moving. I know the cuffs have to be uncomfortable because they are cutting into my stomach as I lie on top of them.

  I pull my hips back just a bit and then push forward into her. She opens her mouth and gasps, before letting out a strangled cry.

  “Don’t stop,” I say, tightening both of my hands. She closes her mouth once again and I continue to pull back and slam into her.

  I feel her arms stiffen underneath me and her pussy tighten, her teeth clamp down around my fingers as she comes. I grit my teeth from the feel of her biting my f
ingers.

  Once she relaxes, I let go of her hair and pull my hand away from her chin, removing my fingers from her mouth in the process. She starts sucking in air as I move my legs off of her. I reach down again, pulling her up onto her knees, and pound into her until I find my own release.

  Before I’m even done coming inside of her, I’m already reaching for the key. I undo the cuffs and instantly feel sick to my stomach at the marks left on her wrists. I want to reach down and rub them, but I don’t, afraid it will hurt them more than they already do.

  I jump off the bed and head to the bathroom, leaving her there as she quietly attempts to move her stiff body. Walking into the bathroom, I hear her soft voice say my name but I ignore her.

  What was I thinking? I scold myself as I pace back and forth. I could have broken her wrists.

  “Slade.” I look up to see her standing in the doorway staring at me, concern in her eyes.

  I take a step back from her.

  “Are you okay?” she asks, inching closer to me.

  I reach down and pick up her arms, looking at her wrists. “Don’t,” she says sternly. “I could have stopped you at any time.”

  Could she? If she would have told me to stop would I have? Absolutely! I tug her toward me and kiss her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She pulls away and looks up to me. “As long as you don’t get the urge to slap me across the face or suffocate me, I’ll be just fine.” She gives a little laugh and it makes me feel even more nauseous.

  “Let’s get cleaned up and I will make us some dinner,” she tells me before heading out of the room.

  I let out a long breath. I had actually taken it easy on her and that’s what terrifies me. She was right. I do have a darker side and goes deeper than what we just did.

  I’m glad the weather is starting to get cooler. It gives me a reason to wear my long sleeve work shirt. I look down to check that the shirt has covered the marks on my wrists. If only my body wasn’t sore and my ass cheeks didn’t feel like they were on fire every time I sat down. Slade was pretty rough last night, but we both know he still only showed me a little bit. For some reason he is afraid to show me what he really wants. I know he has never had a Dominant and submissive relationship before, so I think it scares him that he has that desire with me. What he doesn’t know is how much it turns me on. I want to know what he wants. I want to let him do whatever he wants with me, and I’m going to continue pushing him in that direction.

  I walk into work and see Holly talking to Jeremy. I give them both a small smile.

  “Ready for a great day?” Holly says rubbing her hands together.

  “Yep,” I answer, heading toward the back. As soon as I round the corner, Holly is running up to catch me.

  “Did you send it?” she asks excitedly.

  “Not yet. I wanted to wait until I got here.”

  “Did Slade suspect anything? Because that kiss was pretty heated.” She fans herself dramatically. “Micah asked what I was up to. I just told him girl stuff.”

  “I don’t think so.” I laugh, remembering him asking what that was all about. He doesn’t need to know about the pissing contest Jessica and I have going on. The bitch is going down. I would never send her pictures of Slade and me having sex, but you don’t have to capture us in bed to see the passion we have for one another.

  We walk into the cooler and I pull out my cell. I scroll to her phone number and send her the picture of us kissing last night that Holly took, along with a smiley face.

  “What do you think she’ll do?” Holly asks as I place my phone in my back pocket.

  “What can she do? Slade and I are together. Her sending me pictures from his past isn’t going to change that, and if she thinks it will, she’s more stupid than I thought.

  “You ladies ready?” Jeremy asks, peeking his head in.

  “Yeah,” I say grabbing a case of Bud Light.

  A few hours later, I’m showing Jeremy how to check out a customer with a credit card when Micah walks in. “What’s up?”

  I look behind him to see if Slade is with him as well. “Where’s Slade?” I ask when I don’t see him or his car parked outside.

  “He had to meet with a client,” he says as he eyes Jeremy. “I’m Micah.” He reaches out his hand to Jeremy.

  “Jeremy.” He shakes it. “I’ve heard a lot about you and Slade,” he says with a laugh.

  “Really?” Micah smiles to Holly.

  “Yeah. All you hear about is men when you work with two women,” he teases as I roll my eyes. I have never said anything directly to him about Slade. He overhears conversations Holly and I have because he’s a nosy son of a bitch.

  “I can imagine. How long have you worked here?” Micah asks as Holly hands him a bottle of water.

  Jeremy starts to fill him in on how it’s his second day and this is just his part-time job.

  “See.” Holly bumps my hip with hers. “Everyone likes him.”

  I roll my eyes. “You and Micah do not count as everyone.”

  “Who says?” She pretends to look shocked making me laugh out loud.

  “I can’t stay long, babe,” Micah says to Holly. “I have to go back up to the office. I just wanted to stop by and see you. You seemed a bit upset this morning after you spoke to your mother.”

  I smile at how thoughtful Micah is to Holly. She lets out a long sigh. “Yeah, she was letting me know she reserved a catering company for the wedding. And that I needed to come over tonight so we can look at cakes.”

  Micah tilts his head to the side. “I thought you wanted to look at a few more places before you chose one?”

  “I did, I also told her I have plenty of time, I don’t have to pick out everything today.” She places her hands on the bar top, letting out a breath.

  “Just call the place and cancel,” Micah says, not concerned about her mother’s plans.

  “I can’t do that. She will freak.”

  “It’s not her wedding, baby.” He places his water on the bar.

  She turns to look at me. “If only it were that simple.”

  I tighten my lips to hold in the laughter. I actually agree with Micah on this one. If she allows her mother to run the show, the wedding will not be the one she wants.

  Micah picks up his bottle of water as his phone rings. He answers it and then informs us he has to go back to work.

  “And that is how you close up the day shift,” I tell Jeremy, entering the office to grab my purse from a drawer in the desk. I’m thankful this is the last time I have to train him. I overheard him telling Micah that he plans on working nights. I couldn’t hide the huge smile on my face since I had promised Slade no more night shifts. “Do you think you have everything down?” I ask, placing my purse over my shoulder.

  “I think so.” He leans up against the desk. “But I think I may need one more training session.” His smirk causes me to scowl.

  “What do you need help with? I’ll try to help you to understand it better.” I would much rather get this over now than have to share another one of my shifts with him.

  He shakes his head with that smile still on his lips. He pushes off and slowly walks around to where I’m standing behind the desk. “Maybe you need some training.”

  I take a step back. “I know how to do everything.” I swallow nervously as he takes another step toward me.

  “I’m sure you do,” he says as his eyes fall on my breasts.

  I grab my keys off the desk and turn to leave. I spin back to face him when I feel his hand on my ass. “Excuse me,” I snap, furious he would touch me.

  He holds up my bar towel with a smirk on his face. “I don’t think you’re supposed to take these home with you.”

  I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. He couldn’t have been coming onto me. It was just me being paranoid. I nod, feeling somewhat silly, and mumble a goodbye over my shoulder as I walk out.

  As I’m heading to the truck, I pull my phone out of my back poc
ket to check my phone…. Nothing!

  And it’s actually making me nervous that I still have not heard back from Jessica since I sent her that picture of me and Slade. I’m hoping she just got the hint and realized that I don’t believe her bullshit.

  “Angel.” I jump when I hear Slade call for me. He chuckles as he’s getting out of Micah’s truck.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask walking over to him.

  “Micah had to come over to the house, so I had him bring me up here to pick up my Angel.” He wraps his arms around me and leans down to kiss me.

  “You guys coming in?” Micah asks walking past us.

  “I don’t want to go back in, I’ve been there all day,” I whine with my lips still on his.

  “I figured so.” He pulls away from me. “No. We’re going to head home. Thanks for the ride Micah. We’ll see you later,” he calls out as he throws an arm around me and takes the keys from my hand. He steers me over to the passenger side and opens the door for me before giving me another long kiss.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought that we could have a nice quiet evening at home tonight?”

  I look over at him smiling. “Not at all.”

  “Good.” He links our fingers together on the center console.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  I throw my keys onto the kitchen counter as I walk by. I then follow Angel into the bedroom. She tosses her purse and phone onto the bed and goes to head out of the room when I grab a hold of her wrist.

  She jumps and hisses in a breath. “What’s wrong?” I ask, stepping up to her.

  “Nothing.”

  I frown, looking down at my hand around her wrist. I catch sight of her trying to pull her sleeves down as far as they will go. I release her wrist and push her sleeve back to reveal the cuff marks from last night.

  “Angel, why didn’t’ you tell me?” I grab her other hand and move the sleeve up as well.

  She shrugs. I shake my head at myself. I had no idea it was that bad. “I’ll never do that again.” I let go of her hand and start to walk away.