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I'll have bruises.
Instead of being worried about how I'll cover those for work, I struggle again, wanting the pain just as much as I do the marks.
He narrows his eyes in warning.
I do it again.
"Nicole," he growls.
And again.
"Motherfuck!" he roars. He moves my arms until both wrists are being held by one of his large hands instead of both. The other coming to my neck and squeezing in warning. "Don't test me, mon colibri. You will not win."
"Hurt me," I gasp, shocking myself and him with words. "Hurt me, Sir. Please."
"Goddamn." He tightens his hand, cutting off my ability to breathe. It doesn't scare me; instead, I feel myself coating his cock with a rush of wetness. His hand jerks away from my neck, and then he's trailing it down until he's grabbing one of my breasts roughly. He squeezes so beautifully hard before pinching my nipple between his fingers.
"Mark me, Sir."
He shivers, his whole big body trembling above me, and I feel his cock jump inside me. He's done this, made me so dependent on his touch that I'm unable to silence the demands as they fall from my lips. Instead of reprimanding me, though, his hips start to power against mine, thrusting rapidly into my body.
The bite of pain in my breast from his hold becomes white hot as he gives me even more of his strength. He's fucking me so hard now that I hear the table protest under me. I'm not even aware of the sounds coming from my mouth when the pleasure inside me becomes too much to handle. The need to come becoming harder to hold back.
His head drops, his mouth hitting the skin between my neck and chest. The rapid gusts of air rushing from him dance across my breasts, and I again feel like I'll pass out if I have to deny my release any longer. He continues his rapid thrusts, giving me each thick inch all the way to the hilt before pulling out and repeating. Each thrust taking me higher and higher.
"Fuck!" I jump, his loud yell so close to my ear. "Fucking come, Nicole!" His mouth opens, his teeth touch my skin, and while I explode around his cock and my whole body feels as if it's being torn apart by the force of my orgasm, he bites my shoulder. His hips slam against mine one more time before he is groaning and twitching inside me, his hot come shooting deep into my body.
The last thought I'm aware of floating through my mind is that I've just been ruined for any other man.
I'm so royally and literally screwed now.
* * *
1 Hum for me, Nicole, Hum for me.
2 Paradise
MY CHEST HEAVES, RAPIDLY SHUDDERING in an attempt to catch my breath. There's a ringing in my ear that I'm pretty sure is from my own screaming as I came--coming harder than I had ever come before. I blink, looking up at the ceiling only to close my eyes on a sigh when my vision is too fuzzy to focus on what's around me.
Can you be fucked blind? If so, I'm pretty sure that's what just happened.
I push the ridiculous thought aside and start taking stock of my over-sensitized body. The first thing I notice is the very empty feeling between my sore legs.
Shane isn't inside me anymore.
I pout mentally at the thought, hating that I missed feeling him pull his length from me.
"Clean yourself from my cock, Nicole."
My eyes snap open, and I jerk my head in the direction of his voice. He's standing next to the table, the tip of his cock pointing at my face as he holds himself like an offering to me. How the hell is he still hard?
"Don't make me say it again, Nicole. Clean my cock."
"But you ...?" His eyes narrow, and I think back to feeling him come. I know I felt him fill me up. I know it as sure as the sky is blue. There's no way he should still be hard. "You came already ... Sir."
"I want to watch you lick your wetness from my cock. I don't want you to use that wicked mouth to drain me fucking dry again. Later. For now, give me that mouth and clean. My. Cock."
Oddly, the thought doesn't gross me out. With any other man, it probably would, but that foreign need to have Shane's praise drives me to distraction. So I roll and rest on my side, looking up at him as I open my mouth. He steps closer, pressing his thighs into the table, and pushes himself into my mouth. He controls it all. How much I take, how fast I'm given it, and all I can do is get lost in him.
"Such a good girl, mon colibri."
I purr. Seriously, I purr from his praise. There's no other way to describe the sounds I'm making. What kind of power does this man hold over me? He starts to pull out of my mouth, and I whine around his thick head, trying to suck him back inside when it becomes clear he's trying to deny me. My teeth capture his piercing and I give a slight tug to keep him in my mouth. He carefully pulls free, and I watch as he slowly strokes himself, needing him once again even more than before.
"Greedy. Mon colibri is so greedy for my cock." He doesn't wait for me to speak, dropping his hold on his cock and hooking his arms under my arms to lift me up and into his chest. "Which way to your bathroom?"
"Hmm?" I question in a daze, quickly remembering myself. "Sir?"
"Shane, cherie, just Shane."
"But?" I rub my head against his chest. "Your cock is still out."
He chuckles, the rumble against my ear sounding like heaven. "That it is, Nikki. That it is."
He doesn't say anything more, and I don't press him to clarify my confusion. I imagine it'll take me a while to get used to this whole dominant sex lifestyle, but one thing's for sure--I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it. And if that's the kind of treatment I get for being punished, I have a feeling getting used to this kind of sex from Shane is going to be worth it.
He takes us into my bedroom and gently lays me down on my bed, bending to press a sweet, chaste kiss to my lips so unlike the man I've started to know. Silently, he turns and walks into the bathroom. I hear the water start to run and the telltale sounds of my tub filling. I nestle my head against the pillow and sigh contentedly. While my apartment is small, that tub makes up for it, and after that workout, I can't wait.
I must have dozed off because when Shane picks me up again, the sound of running water no longer permeates the air. A calm silence has taken over not only my apartment but my mind as well.
He steps next to the large garden tub and bends down, placing me in the tub with a gentle ease so unlike the man who just savagely took my body. His face is calm, somewhat peaceful, as he meticulously submerges my body in the warm bubble-filled tub. His arms glide out from under my wet body, his fingertips trailing slowly while he makes a satisfied noise deep in his throat.
Holy crap.
Then he kneels next to the tub, picks up a washcloth, and starts cleaning me.
"Uh ... I can do that," I whisper, not actually making a move to take the washcloth from him.
"I know."
"So do you want to let me do it?"
"Hell no," he answers with a steel-like conviction that leaves no room for argument.
"I'm not really sure what to do with this, Shane."
He looks up from the soothing pass he had been making of the washcloth over my breasts and smiles a tiny smirk at me.
"Just relax. It's my job to take care of you."
"Oh," I breathe, not sure what to do with him now.
"Stop overthinking, Nikki. I worked you hard, and this is part of it."
Good heavens, this man talks in circles. "Part of what?"
"Caring for you," he says, not looking away from my body, a small frown wrinkling the skin between his dark brows.
He continues washing me in such a soft and soothing way, and I don't know how to handle this side of him. He's such a contradiction. One moment, he's holding himself back with that control he drives himself with as if it's more an armor, and the next, he's gentle and almost sweet. Despite the fact I've known him for close to two years now, I feel like he really is a stranger and I'm nowhere near finding out who the real Shane Kingston is.
"What are you thinking?" he asks, running the soft cotton down my stomach a
nd over my sex.
"That I have no idea who you are."
He makes a sound in his throat, a small and deep laugh that isn't from humor at all.
"I mean, I know you, but I don't, do I?"
"You know me, Nikki."
"I didn't know you would be like this. You're hard but soft. You don't want to give me all of you but want all of me. You're used to ... this," I say, shrugging and letting him decipher what I mean by this since I don't think I can come up with the right words.
"It's not that I'm used to this, Nikki. It's what I need. That's all."
"That's all?" I snort. "You make it sound like what we just did was nothing more than a dance in the rain. That, Shane, was a monsoon we just tangoed through."
"And? You enjoyed yourself, did you not?" He stops cleaning me and wrings out the washcloth, draping it over the spout.
"You know I did."
"Then what's the big deal?"
I sigh. "I think you know I'm not used to that."
He nods.
"I'm going to be real honest with you, okay?"
Again, he nods his head, eyes open and focused solely on me.
"I don't know what to do with the things you make me feel."
