by Raine, Alice
‘It's OK,’ I stuttered, throwing Simon my attempt at a reassuring smile and as I was dragged backwards I raised my hand to indicate that I was definitely fine. The next second Simon had disappeared from view as I was bundled into the corridor outside the bar and then shoved into what appeared to be a large cleaning cupboard.
Sucking in a shaky breath so I could explain who Simon was and why he had his arm around me, I turned towards Nathan only to let out a high-pitched squeak as he gripped my shoulders and spun me back around. Forcing me face first against the wall my poor breasts were squashed flat like pancakes, but I managed to turn my head so my cheek was pressed to the cool surface. The air was practically knocked from my lungs as Nathan pounced on me, his hands roaming possessively across my body whilst his lips delved through my hair to find the collar at my neck. I’d opted to keep it on in the end, somehow taking it off just hadn’t felt right, and now that I’d had this chance meeting with Nathan I was rather glad that I had.
Blimey. I had not expected this. As I regained my breath in my trapped position I realised there was no questioning or shouting like I'd expected, in fact there were no words at all. Nathan was simply swamping me with his hot, hard body and given his strength there was very little I could do about it. Luckily I was rather enjoying the abrupt attention and shamelessly found myself moaning from the pleasure as he began to feverishly lick and kiss the skin around my necklace. Nathan’s free hand pushed up the wall in front of my body and paid rough attention to my breasts through the fabric of my dress, pulling and pinching at my nipples until my head fell back and I groaned again.
Before we'd barely even got started I felt Nathan tugging my dress up around my waist with one hand before thrusting a finger straight inside my panties to see if I was wet or not. As embarrassing as it was to acknowledge, after his rather arousing dominant manhandling of me, I knew I definitely would be. ‘Green?’ he demanded harshly next to my ear, his breath hot and damp against my skin. Green, one of our shared safe words and his way of asking if I was okay to continue. As surprising as this all was, there was no way I wanted him to stop, so I managed a silent nod in response as I clung to the wall. No sooner had I nodded he pushed a finger deeply inside me and I gasped at the sudden intrusion of his probing digit as it circled ruthlessly in my heat. Nathan merely grunted his apparent satisfaction of my readiness, and then with no further warning or foreplay tugged my panties to the side and wasted no time in unzipping himself and thrusting inside me ferociously. Fucking hell! From then on there was very little interaction from me because the tempo he set was ridiculous, his hips like a piston as he thrust in and out of me furiously with the occasional hard grind thrown in for good measure to drive me crazy!
It was literally all I could do to cling to the white wooden wall and keep myself upright. My climax began to build absurdly fast and from the feel of Nathan expanding within me, so did his. Then just as I was about to explode, Nathan dug his teeth into my neck and sucked furiously whilst thrusting out his final three strokes causing both of us to detonate with truly violent releases that had me thrashing around in my trapped position and Nathan growling indecipherable words into my ear. Holy shit. That had probably taken about two minutes from start to finish – talk about a quickie.
I clung to the wall, my panting breaths making the wood sticky under my cheek, but in my current state I barely noticed. That had been completely unexpected, and totally amazing, but I cringed as I realised that the entire hotel may well have heard my screams of pleasure. God, I was probably going to be thrown out of one of London's top hotels for an orgasmic noise violation, how mortifying would that be?
It could only have been a second or two after his climax when Nathan abruptly pulled out of me, making me wince at the sudden empty feeling left behind. He didn’t clean me off with a hanky like usual either, so I was left feeling quite sticky and uncomfortable. By the time I had managed to catch my breath, right my clothes, and turn to him I found him already zipping up his trousers and looking immaculate. With every hair on his head in place and barely a flush to his cheeks. How the hell did he manage that? Huffing out an irritable breath I shook my head, I no doubt looked so thoroughly well fucked that no amount of primping in front of a mirror would sort it out, but in mere milliseconds he looked back to his usual drop dead gorgeous self.
Closing the gap between us Nathan was suddenly right within my personal space, glaring down at me whilst a muscle erratically twitched on the corner of his tight jaw. ‘Who the hell was that fucker with his arm round you?’ he demanded in a gritty tone, with such an ominous look on his face that it sent chills flooding through my bloodstream and made me shiver.
Just as the sheer drama of the moment was about to overwhelm my system it hit me, that hadn't just been a normal shag for Nathan … he had been claiming his territory – me. He hadn’t been set on pleasuring me until I begged him like usual, he’d simply taken what he’d wanted. Although deep down I had to acknowledge that regardless of how mad, angry, or upset he was, I knew Nathan would definitely have stopped if I’d said ‘red’.
My hazy left over arousal quickly evaporated as anger flared in my system. How dare he behave this way! God, if I hadn’t enjoyed it quite as much I might even feel a bit violated by that performance, and now I think back to the way he sucked my neck I bet he'd given me a frigging love bite too!
My eyes widened with my rising anger, ‘You don't say one word to me as you fuck me up against a wall like a whore, and then you ask questions?’ I screamed, I was livid, no, I was way beyond livid. He actually looked a little shocked by my outburst, perhaps he'd been expecting to see guilt or remorse on my features. Well, he'd been sorely mistaken, I had nothing to feel guilty about. What a fucking nerve! As if I hadn't already been feeling a little vulnerable about our situation after being chucked out of Nathan's apartment in the middle of the night … well now I just felt down right used.
Nathan’s right hand lifted as if reaching for me, but I batted it away furiously with my knuckles making a loud slapping sound, ‘How fucking dare you?’ I screeched in a furious whisper, on the verge of losing it completely in a bloody broom cupboard. Suddenly it became crystal clear to me that my emotions where this man were concerned were strung way too tightly at that moment, and I knew I needed to get away from him before I said or did something that I might regret later. ‘Go to hell, Nathan.’ I spat, before stalking from the cupboard and doing my best to hastily straighten my appearance. I ran my hands through my erratic hair and smoothed my dress again. Crap, I wished there was a mirror so I could check my neck, but the achy feeling just below my ear left me with little doubt that I must have a hickey, so I pulled my hair around my neck as best I could and then walked as calmly as possible back towards Simon and his friends.
‘Everything OK?’ Simon asked me curiously, slipping his arm across my shoulders again as I got to his side and averted my eyes. No doubt all his friends were staring at me and wondering why I’d just been literally dragged from the room by a large, fuming, blond-haired Adonis.
Tensing in his grasp I was hideously aware that I quite possibly smelled like sex now, and just to exacerbate my unease I became hyperaware of the stickiness between my legs. I should have gone to the toilets before returning so I could have cleaned up a bit more, but I’d been so flustered I hadn’t thought to. God, this was uncomfortable.
‘Yeah, sorry about that.’ I smiled tightly. Simon seemed to be weighing up if he should probe further, but before he had a chance I saw his eyes dart over my shoulder and narrow and I just knew Nathan was there. Actually I didn’t need Simon's glance to tell me this, my skin had already tingled in anticipation of Nathan's closeness like it always did. A huge sigh filled my lungs and escaped between tight lips. God I could so do without this right now, my stupidly over possessive dominant was no doubt about to make a huge scene in the middle of the bar. And not just any bar, but Claridges Bar, of all places. Closing my eyes briefly I tried to reign in my bubbling ang
er before turning towards him.
‘Stella.’ Nathan said in a tight clipped tone with a nod. He tugged unnecessarily on his already perfect shirt cuffs to straighten them before slipping his hands in his trouser pockets, and then stood before me with a wide, confident stance. For some reason, the way he was standing made me instinctively want to look at his groin, but I somehow avoided the urge and raised my eyes to his face. Nathan might have been addressing me, but I didn’t miss the fact that his eyes were firmly glued to Simon and the arm that was thrown around my shoulders. I sighed heavily. Clearly he wasn't about to leave this then. I so was fucking mad I wanted to scream at him and beat out my anger on his chest, but I was desperate not to make a fuss in front of Simon and his friends so reluctantly I turned and gave him a tight nod.
‘Hi … Nathan.’ Gosh, even with my anger it felt weird saying his name out loud. Since we'd started our relationship I barely ever used his given name, normally I found it easier to just avoid using any direct title for him, except for ‘Sir’ in the bedroom of course.
Tilting his head Nathan angled his furious blue eyes on me and then looked pointedly at Simon again until I realised through the foggy haze of anger and the remnants of my orgasm that he was waiting for an introduction.
‘Nathan, this is Simon.’ I said coldly, with a wave of my hand, ‘… my brother.’ I added tightly, emphasising it slowly and clearly and wanting to make sure Nathan and all of his stupid possessiveness fully understood that he had totally misread things, and that the situation was completely innocent.
Feeling Simon's arm shift slightly across my shoulders I knew he must sense my tension so tried to lighten the air slightly by returning the introduction.
‘Simon, this is Nathan, a … umm … friend of mine.’ I finished awkwardly with a small grimace, our relationship could hardly be described as friendship could it? Especially after what had just occurred in the cupboard, but what else was I supposed to say? ‘Simon, this is Nathan, the man who ties me up and shags me on the weekends and who just fucked me senseless in a cupboard like a cheap kerbside whore?’ I clenched my teeth until they hurt – that would hardly go down well with my already overprotective brother. No, I might be mad with Nathan, but I in no way wanted to cause a huge fight to break out.
The look on Nathan's face when I said Simon was my brother actually made me feel much better about recent events because he looked well and truly mortified with himself, remorse pouring from his features as his eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed silently several times like a goldfish. In fact I don't think I've ever seen quite as much expression come from Nathan, apart from on Saturday when he was caring for his brother, that is. He was usually so shuttered when I was around him that reading his expressions was difficult, but I was also fairly certain that I saw a flash of relief cross his face too. Now that was interesting. Not that it made up for the way he had just treated me in the cupboard.
‘Simon, it’s nice to meet you,’ Nathan murmured, extending his hand for a shake, ‘I'm sorry to keep stealing your sister, but would you please excuse us again for a second? I just need to speak briefly with Stella again.’ I was seriously tempted to stamp my foot and refuse, but that would just end up creating more awkwardness for me to explain to Simon later, so with a well disguised sigh I allowed Nathan to take my hand in his and lead me into the hotel lobby and over to a quiet corner.
My stark realisations in the cupboard about how emotionally attached I was becoming to Nathan had left me feeling particularly uneasy, not to mention tetchy, so I stubbornly kept my body tense and my head dipped, if he wanted to speak he could work for it, I wasn't about to initiate anything.
After an age of silence I finally relented and looked up to find Nathan leaning over and contemplating me with such fierce intensity that I shivered and found myself wrapping my arms protectively around my chest. To be honest, knowing Nathan’s dominant ways I suspect he’d deliberately been waiting me out and forcing me to make the first move, and as usual I’d done exactly what he bloody wanted.
‘You'd do well to memorise the next ten seconds, Stella, because I don't apologise often.’ He growled menacingly, leaning in close to my ear. ‘I'm sorry for the way I treated you, I was wrong in my assumption.’ I waited for more, but he stood back, crossed his arms, and was silent again. Was that it? He made it sound like I should be grateful for his apology! I scoffed out a breath and looked up at him in astonishment, the cheeky sod! Although for a man as power crazy as Nathan I had to admit that this was probably quite a major relinquishment of his usual control.
I gazed up at him speechless. He was now avoiding eye contact again, but I knew that wasn't from guilt, that was just normal for Nathan, but what did he really expect me to say?
‘I don't know what to say, Nathan.’ I muttered sourly, carefully keeping my voice low because of the hushed lobby we were stood in, ‘You treated me like some kind of tart you'd pick up in a bar for a quick fuck.’ I frowned at the unpleasant thought and lowered my gaze.
As quick as a flash, one of Nathan’s hands flew to my chin and gripped it with his finger and thumb as he glared down at me. ‘I do not consider you a quick fuck, Stella, or a cheap tart. Don’t be so dramatic.’ His jaw was tense and I could tell he was chewing endlessly on the inside of his lower lip, but apart from his heated comment he remained silent and I had the feeling that no more apologies would be falling from Nathan's tongue in the near future.
Dramatic? If anyone had been overly dramatic tonight it was Nathan and his virtual caveman impression earlier. ‘And what the hell is this about?’ I demanded in a whisper, pulling back my hair and glancing in the mirror behind me to see just what the damage was. Frigging hell, I'd been right, a bright red love bite glowed happily just below my left ear. Just great, I looked like an over grown hormonal teenager. The skin was reddened almost to the point of turning purple in places and I could faintly see the imprints of his teeth around the edge. Unbelievable.
‘You are mine.’ he stated simply with a trace of a shrug.
As ridiculous as it was, those three words thrilled me, not to mention put my mind slightly more at ease about our situation, but regardless of that I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. ‘That's it? You are mine?’ I hissed, my eyes widening as I did my best attempt at copying his stupidly possessive tone. ‘That's supposed to make up for me having a great big hickey on my neck? It's going to last for weeks Nathan! Weeks!’ My voice rose several notches on my last word and I had to work hard to tamp down my rising hysteria so I didn’t draw attention to us.
In response his eyes darkened and a small smirk curled his upper lip, as he completely ignored my flustered state, ‘Then men will know that you are taken, won't they?’ he added, reaching out a hand and curiously inspecting my humongous hickey with his thumb and looking quite pleased with himself. Oh my God, if I was reading his expression correctly then I think he was actually considering repeating it when this one faded. Not a chance in hell!
His thumb moved from the sore spot on my neck to trace down and across the necklace he had given me and I heard a hum of approval rumble in his throat. This was crazy, after a sleepless night spent thinking that he was through with me I had now been branded by him, and was left dazed and trying to work out exactly what Nathan’s possessiveness meant, if anything, but before I could come to any conclusions he interrupted my thoughts, ‘Just imagine if it had been the other way round, Stella.’ he murmured, ‘If you had seen me with another woman, what would you have done?’
I tried to imagine this scenario and unfortunately was immediately inundated with visions of Nathan and various different beauties hanging adoringly from his arm with sickly sweet smiles on their plastic faces, and tiny dresses on their equally fake boobs. Ugh, it was far too easy to picture. Clearly with his looks and bedroom skills Nathan hadn't been short on partners in his past, but I had to say the images left me with a tight knot in my stomach and a distinctly bad taste in my mouth.
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bsp; ‘Fine, I get it, but I wouldn't just have dragged you off and claim-fucked you, I would have spoken to you and asked what was going on.’ I muttered moodily. Not mentioning that I would probably also have slapped the woman around the face, kicked Nathan in the nuts, and then stormed off.
‘Claim-fucked?’ he raised an eyebrow in apparent amusement, but I swear to God if he smiled I would punch him. ‘You're certainly swearing a lot this evening, Stella.’ Nathan chastised me calmly. My eyes widened at his frustrating coolness. You think? I fucking wonder why? I stood staring at him in open-mouthed disbelief as he continued.
‘I see your reasoning, but for me words mean very little. Actions are clearer.’ That sounded a bit strange, but kind of made sense of what I'd already noticed about Nathan in our time together; he wasn't a big talker and physical contact and sex did seem to be his way of communicating with me. Shaking my head I ran a trembling hand over my face to try and clear my head. God, I had a lot to try and process after tonight.
‘I’ll see you Friday?’ he questioned briskly, in a tone that was more statement than request, but once again I thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a hint of concern in his tone, which brought my eyes to his in curiosity.
Considering all the dominance and fierceness that I knew he kept trapped inside him, Nathan actually looked rather childlike as he stood there chewing on his lip and gazing at me expectantly with his huge blue eyes averted just below my gaze as usual. Sighing heavily I was at a loss for what to do. He hadn't harmed me in any way this evening – actually if I’m honest I'd enjoyed the way he'd emphatically taken me in the cupboard, and stupidly there was a little part of me that was thrilled that Nathan had felt possessive enough to want to mark me as his, but still his behaviour had been pretty extreme. On the other hand what else could I do? I definitely still wanted to keep our arrangement going and I'd already got an apology from him, which by all accounts didn’t happen very often, so really it came down to a simple choice; stay with him, or to tell him that because of his irrational behaviour both tonight and last Saturday, that it was over between us.
