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"Trade secret."
"And she told you she had experience in doing what I'm looking for, right?"
"I wouldn't have chosen her otherwise."
"Do you know how she reacted when I asked her what she would do if I hit her in the face during a blowjob– with my cock?"
Nikau made a face. "No. I wasn't there, K."
"She wrinkled her nose. Like that was so weird. And disgusting."
"You can't expect everyone to be enthusiastic about that."
"Well, assuming it's still relatively normal compared to the rest… I'm afraid her and I are not going to see eye to eye."
"And you've come to me with a complaint that the first date wasn't the one?"
I heard the challenge in her voice. The way she looked at me, waiting to see what I would do next.
"What is it that upsets you so much, K?" she continued after a few seconds of me not giving her an answer.
Maybe it was the wasted time that upset me. Or maybe it was the way it had always happened in the past few years. Or maybe it was just because a part of me was relieved that the adventure with Nikau wasn't over yet, but would officially begin tonight.
"I'm just wondering what I'd like better. Spanking you for letting that woman lie to you. Or tying you to my bed and watching theHitachirip ten orgasms out of you in a row. Either way, before you feel me inside you, some part of your body will be sensitive as hell." Satisfied, I noticed her lips parting slightly. Was she shocked? Or did I sense anticipation in the air?
"It wasn't my fault she lied to me," she answered, too obstinate to notice I was already half way to tearing off her clothes and using her body against her. At least mentally. In reality, she wasn't even in my flat. She was still in her own.
"You should know these women would say anything to date me. So that's no plausible excuse."
"Excuse? God, K, it's like I send you on bad dates on purpose," she grumbled, shaking her head. "But fine. Punish me for her lies. If it makes you feel better about yourself."
We both knew this was just an act. A way to build the bridge that had only existed in theory up to that point.
For two weeks, I had denied myself the pleasure of putting my cock anywhere near her pussy. And every day it felt more and more like torture. Using her mouth and exploring the limits of her body was no longer enough. I wanted to be inside her, to torture her in new ways, and to make her come while being as close to her as possible.
"You know what to do," I finally announced in a dark voice, stepping aside so she could leave her apartment and comply with my request.
With her head held high, Nikau walked past me and let herself into my apartment under my watchful eye. I pulled out my phone, took one look at the notifications and made sure I would have peace and quiet for the rest of the night. No interruptions. Just Nika and me. And what I wanted to do.
I walked into the open living room, letting the door fall into the lock behind me. For the past two weeks, I had been teaching her to kneel and wait for my attention– with her back to the door, looking out onto the open terrace. The reason for this was rather selfish: I liked to see the moon and the palm trees towering above her, the cool breeze blowing around our feet, and the soft light casting shadows on her skin, which had regained a sunny tan. Hawaii had done her good, even if she wouldn't admit it.
Although I couldn't wait to get started, I took my time. As I watched her, I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, my eyes fixed on the curve of her back.
She was undressed and kneeling on the cold tiles, legs slightly apart, hands on her thighs. Her chin was raised, her back straight, and her shoulders relaxed.
Most people didn't realize how appealing it could be to see a person posed like that. Not only because of the body's appearance, but also because of its meaning. It would mean weakness to some. But it filled me with pride when I saw Nika like this.
And I wasn't the only one affected by the position. Even from several feet away I could see goosebumps on her arms, slowly spreading down her back. She was tense. A feeling of anticipation. A little excitement because she never knew exactly what was going to happen. But that, too, was a point of appreciation on my part. She had enough trust in me to hold the position and not turn her head every few seconds for a peek.
I casually opened a dresser drawer, took out some items and placed them on the bed. I knew this would drive her more insane– knowing I was preparing something, but not able to guess what it was.
Finally, I approached her and placed a hand on the nape of her neck, circling my thumb until she tilted her head. She almost made me smile as her temple rested against my leg.
Every time I touched her in this way, there was a response. To every word. To every praise, even if it was accompanied by a rather harsh term of endearment. Maybe it was the support she needed, the reassurance that her actions and reactions would not be the subject of ridicule. Or maybe Nika just liked it, because every time I used my words against her, she just got all the wilder. And wetter.
To get her to that point I didn't really need my hands or toys. All it took was the right choice of words. Which in turn made me want her even more. It was a vicious circle I couldn't escape.
"You do realize I could spend all night looking at you kneeling in the moonlight, don't you?"
