“Fuck,” he says breathlessly, releasing my hair.
“Feel better?” I repeat the same question he asked me only an hour earlier.
“Much,” he says and holds out his hand for me to take. I do and he helps me stand. He leans down and kisses me passionately. He cups both butt cheeks as he lifts my legs to wrap around his waist.
“Thank you, baby,” he says, walking over to the bed. He gently places me in the center of the mattress, and he pulls a pillow underneath my head for comfort. Then he settles between my legs and pulls my panties off slowly while planting soft kisses down the center of my right thigh. He tosses my panties behind him and trails more kiss up the inside of the same thigh. He has a devilish grin playing across his face. It’s cute.
Running his right hand underneath my thigh and upward, he grabs the flesh of my ass cheek in his hand and squeezes. “I want to fuck this beautiful ass, baby. Will you let me?” he asks and I’m startled. This I did not anticipate. No one and no object has ever entered that region, and I never plan for it to.
Where the hell did that come from? Right out of left fucking field, that’s where.
I shake my head from side to side. I can only imagine the terrified look I must be giving Nick. He moves across to my left thigh and plants soft kisses along the inside.
“I want to have a part of you that no other person has had or will ever have. Will you give this to me?” he asks and his grin has gone to a serious stare. I sit up on my elbows.
“What makes you think I’ve never don¾” He cuts me off before I finish my sentence.
“Because the truth was written all over your beautiful face when I asked.” Oh. Giving it serious consideration, I contemplate what he has just told me he wants to do to my ass. Can I do it? Do I want to do it? I really don’t think I do. I shake my head from left to right again, giving him my final answer.
“Fine…not tonight, but Shannon…” he pauses and smiles at me. He’s not mad that I just told him no to something he really wanted. “I will have this,” he finishes as he squeezes my bottom again. “Close your eyes, baby.”
I comply, but I feel the mattress expand and I know Nick has just gotten out of the bed. He is back moments later and he straddles my stomach. “Don’t open those beautiful eyes unless I say so.” What is this man planning? At least, he isn’t trying to enter the back door.
With my eyes shut, my sense of hearing hitches up a notch or two. I feel him above me, but I can’t tell what he is doing. I’m intrigued.
Nick gathers my arms and pulls them over and above my head. He places them together on the pillow, and then bending down, he starts to kiss my neck, then moves up to my ear before he is trailing feather-like kisses along my jaw. Finally, he reaches my lips. He sucks my bottom lip in between his teeth and bites down. I gasp, giving him full access to my mouth where he takes the kiss to the deepest depth. He alternates mingling his tongue with mine, and sucking on it. God, I love every way this man kisses. He moves from my mouth to the other side of my face. Again, with the feather-like kisses until he reaches my earlobe. He bites, pulling in a downward motion with his teeth. “Ahhh,” I say.
“You remember the other night when I told you that you might regret what you said to me?” Nick says. His voice is soft and seductive.
“Huh?” I say, trying to think, but not being able to. With his lips on me, I can’t seem to concentrate.
He releases my hand and I feel his lips form into a smile before he starts to trail more kisses down my neck. “Baby, this is going to be my retribution,” he states. What the hell is he going on about?
His hands are skimming down each side of my body; I want to wrap my hands around his shoulders, but I can’t. I tug, but my wrists won’t move. “Be still,” I hear him say, but I open my eyes to see what is keeping me from moving them. Arching my head back, I see my wrists bound together with the tie he was wearing earlier. My mind flashes back to a dark memory. No. No. I start to struggle.
“Get it off! Stop! No,” I gasp, a sob is forming in my chest. I’m yanking on the material, but I’m not getting anywhere. I’m only making my wrists hurt.
“Baby, stop. I’m just having fun with you,” Nick says. I can barely register his words. Panic fills my chest
This isn’t fun. Nothing about this is fun or okay. I feel the urge to scream, to struggle. The sound catches in my throat, yet I continue to struggle and try bucking him off me. “Shannon!” Nick calls my name as he reaches over me, releasing me from my binds.
“Get off!” I yell. Once my wrists are free and I can move my arms, I reach up and try to shove Nick off me. I half succeed, and he lands on the bed on his side. His expression is one of shock.