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WhatwasNick going to do to me next?
“First, I think you’re going to take off those jeans for me.” He nodded as if speaking mostly to himself, a slight smile creasing his lips, an expression of pure satisfaction that, while it enraged me, did something else quite different to me too. “Yeah, we’ll start there. Take those jeans off, Eva. I want to see your ass.”
Chapter 6
Nick
For almost a minute we stared each other down, and I knew better than to say anything else, knowing that this was a turning point for her. If things were going to go at all as I suspected they might…all of it hinged upon this one moment.
“Nick… I don’t think…” She looked away, placing her hand over her mouth, her other arm hugged across her belly. It was an adorable, almost girlish gesture, but I don’t think she knew she was doing it. The look bespoke one thing above all—vulnerability.
“I’m not going to force you here, Eva. But you need to know that one of two things is going to happen within the next hour. You’re either going to say the words—theexactwords—or you’re going to have your bottom spanked until you cry. Those are the only two choices here.”
Her pretty lashes fluttered frantically once she heard me say the words, and I couldn’t help but smile at the loveliness of the sight. Her embarrassment, her discomfiture, it aroused me in a way that I hadn’t, up until recently, been able to admit to myself. But I knew enough about myself now to understand that it was okay to embrace that part of me—and to be open to the possibility that there was someone out there who complemented that need within me too.
Even if it isn’t Eva.
Long ago I’d given up the possibility that she could be that person, but at least for the next hour I could pretend, if nothing else. And maybe I might teach her a thing or two about herself in the process.
“We don’t… we don’t have to do this.” She ran her hands down the front of her thighs, looking at me then with real desperation in her eyes. I could see it there in their depths, that she knew that my words were true. She reallydidonly have two choices today.
And what she said in the next few seconds was likely critical for how the entire rest of our lives might go.
Her gaze slid away from mine, and she peered out the sliding glass doors leading to her deck. It was one of the nicest hotels in town, far more than I would have ever paid for myself. But then again, I had my own house to go back to. She looked back at me then, her face pale, but perhaps lovelier than I’d ever seen it before. “Don’t make me do this. Don’t make me make this choice, Nick.”
“It’s an easy one, Eva. If you’re gonna say no, if you’re gonna back out, then say the words—and I’ll leave right now. It’ll be as if I was never here. And you and I can both forgive what happened yesterday—and try not to think about what might have happened the rest of this week.”
She made a tiny sound of either fright or frustration, pressing both of her hands to her face, holding them there for several seconds. Then her arms dropped, limp, her entire affect one of surrender, resignation. I didn’t want to hope, but when I saw that, my heart thrilled at the other possibilities, that she just might make the right choice after all.
“I’m waiting. Either say the words, right now, or take down those fucking pants.”
Her fingers visibly trembled as she fiddled with the buttons at the front of her jeans.
I smiled at her then, hoping that she wouldn’t see my eagerness, and yes, even my relief. I was aroused most definitely, my penis swollen and aching behind the zipper of my slacks.
Then her jeans were open, the faded, distressed denim revealing white lace briefs. Perhaps they were boy shorts, but I couldn’t see enough yet to determine. I knew I was about to see much more though, and the muscles of my entire body clenched in anticipation.
“Come on, take them down—all the way down.” I reveled in the reluctance with which she obeyed my order, and I took surprising pleasure in her embarrassment, the way her pretty cheeks pinked. I’d have to see where else this went with her, if indeed this week evolved as I suspected it now might.
I sat forward slightly upon the couch, watching her. I’d seen her disrobe countless times before, of course, but this was as charged and erotic as it had ever been… because there was so much reluctance and embarrassment from Eva.
It rolled off of her in waves, and I basked in it, even as I winced a tiny bit at the blatant cruelty of taking such naked joy in her discomfiture. There was nothing for it, though, if I was to really see this through to its logical extent.
I had to take her through this if there was a chance—any chance at all—at righting the ship, at saving something that until five minutes ago was far beyond any hope of salvage.
The tension in the room ratcheted up higher and higher, as I watched her slowly skim the jeans down her legs. She was wearing a pair of low-rise heels, classy, yet subdued. But even with the understated footwear and clothing, it still revealed her body for the magnificent specimen of femininity that it was. She’d always been beautiful, but she’d gotten moreso as time had gone on. I looked forward to…whatever was about to happen. She toed off her heels, giving me a little scowl as she did so, then extracted her feet from the rumpled denim, kicking it to the side as well.
“Now what?” she asked, hands on her hips.
I gave her a slow shake of my head and a wry grin. “I think you know what’s next. Those panties come down too.”
She grunted at that, clearly irritated, but as I watched her very closely, I concluded immediately that she was not seriously contemplating defying me. I liked that. I liked that very much indeed.
She hooked her thumbs in the fabric of her panties—they were boy shorts, as I had suspected—and drew those too down her thighs. The knit sweater she wore was a pale pink, almost a salmon color, which clung to her form enticingly, and the lower hem reached down almost to the top of her pubic mound. She hesitated pulling the panties all the way down, seeming to realize that the sweater she wore was going to leave her pussy exposed to my gaze.
“Stop stalling. The clock is ticking, Eva, and I intend to see this through. So dragging your feet is not something I’m going to tolerate from you.”
“Asshole,” she hissed as she drew the lace down all the way. My cock, already throbbing and hard, twitched once more as I saw the fetching dark hair covering her mons. She’d let it grow out since the last time I’d seen it, and I found I liked the look very much.
