16. Pleasure and Pain
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As soon as we were alone in her house, I pretended to dial a number and put the earbud in. “Hey… No, I’m gonna have to take a rain check on tonight. Something came up… What? No, no. Um—More like a date.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her stare at me, perplexed. I pretended not to see her there and ended the call like I normally would.
When I turned around, she was washing the tomatoes. “Nathan—”
“I guess you’re gonna ask me to stop hitting on you now, right?” I stepped in, taking off my coat, then my blazer. “Can I help?”
“Uh—How about you take a look around?”
“Why don’t you be a nice hostess and take me on a tour?”
She put down the tomatoes, dried her hands on a towel and marched over, smiling. “Okay, so this house belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Pullman. They live in Florida now.”
“Uh-huh?” I followed her, smiling.
“They never had any children, so they never needed to build an extension.” Turning to me, she asked, “Isn’t it cozy?”
“Where’s the bedroom, Jones?” I teased her.
“Nathan.” She lifted up a warning finger, while her cheery face said otherwise. “If you keep this up, we’ll never have a real conversation.”
“But we already had real conversations,” I protested. “Or did you forget our weekend in the storm?”
Taking the first step upstairs, she chuckled. “I’m serious.”
“Do you have a problem with phones?” I asked as I followed in her steps.
“I have a problem with your face!” she giggled.
Upstairs, I gently grabbed her wrist and tugged, pulling her into my arms. “What about it?” I whispered.
The smile vanished from her face as I pressed her against me, her eyes gazing deep into mine. “I hate it,” she whispered. “It makes me do stupid things.” She paused before nudging her chin up and to the right. “Bedroom’s that way.”
“Oh.” I smiled and leaned in, planting a quick peck on her lips, tasting the familiar peach. “I was gonna forget.”
“What?”
Pulling out the lip balm I had found from my pocket, I held it up between us. “I brought this to give it back to you.”
Grabbing it, she grinned and slid it back into my pocket. “I want you to keep it for when I’m not around.”
Without warning, I picked her up, claiming her lips in another kiss as I led her toward the room. We stepped into the dark, and I noticed that the drapes were closed. “Lights on?” I asked before pulling her to me once more, gentle and unhurried.
Drawing away, she flicked on the light switch and giggled, throwing herself back into my arms. “Why not?”
Wordlessly, I lowered her onto the mattress, my eyes never leaving her face as I hovered on top of her. I wanted to drive her crazy, and that was exactly what I was going to do. Given that she had ignored me for two weeks, avoiding all of my texts and phone calls, I wasn’t about to give in to her.
Not right away at least.
She’d come crawling back more, and I intended to make her wait a little. So, I got up off the bed and ignored her whimper. When I reached into my pocket and took out a pair of handcuffs, her eyes widened in surprise. I jumped back onto the bed and crawled over to her. I pressed a quick kiss to her parted lips and lifted her arms up over her head.
Once the cuffs were secured, I gave them a firm tug and smirked. “Much better.”
Sophie blinked. “This is interesting.”
“I’m just getting started.” With that, I reached into the same pocket and pulled out a blindfold. “You don’t get to come back to me after two weeks and expect me to be waiting for you.”
“Nathan I—”
I pressed a finger to her mouth and shook my head. “I don’t want excuses.”
Wordlessly, I tied the blindfold over her eyes and watched her squirm. Slowly, my hands traveled down her body and stopped at her feet. I kept my eyes on her face as I peeled off her trousers. When I tossed them over my shoulders, my hands moved to her button-down blouse, and her heaving chest.
She was clearly enjoying my punishment.
My fingers moved to the top of her blouse and flicked open a button. Little by little, I undid all of them, her whimpers and moans of protest reverberating inside of my head until I slid the blouse off of her shoulders, revealing the plain, cotton bra underneath. Then my hands moved to the back of her neck. I cupped her face in my hands and lowered my lips to hers, tasting that familiar peach again.
I grabbed the waistband of her cotton panties and Sophie lifted her hips up off the mattress, a low noise escaping from the back of her throat as I pulled them off. I wound my fingers through her hair and tugged on it until it fell in loose curls around her face. When I was done, I stood up and removed her blindfold in one quick move. Through hooded eyes, she watched me kick off my shoes and peel off my socks. Her eyes darted down when my hands went to my belt, and I flicked the buckle open. Slowly, I pushed the trousers down to my feet and kicked them away. Sophie’s tongue darted out to lick her lips when my hands moved to my shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time.
She squirmed and struggled against her binds. “I want to touch you.”
I tossed my shirt over my shoulders and lowered myself onto the mattress. “You will, but not yet. I’m going to have my fun first.”
Using my tongue, I traced her body, starting from her earlobes till I reached her navel. She tried to wrap her legs around my waist, but I stopped her with a chuckle and a wag of my finger. Still, she was persistent. So, I positioned myself in between her legs and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs.
Her heavy breathing echoed in the silence of her room.
When I reached her pussy, I used two fingers to push the folds open and blew. She bucked and gasped, my name escaping her lips. Immediately, I dug my fingers into her sides and pushed my tongue in between her wet folds. She tasted sweet, and all the blood immediately rushed to my groin.
I swiped back and forth, lapping her up and trying to get my fill of her while she writhed under me. She kept calling out my name and begging me for release, and it was like music to my ears. When her pulse quickened, and her breathing changed, my hands moved up to her chest, cupping her breasts over her bra.
Sophie came undone around me, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I tasted her release. Once her breathing evened out, I gave her one final look and lifted my head up. She was covered in sweat, and her arms were quivering. She glanced down at me, and our eyes met, sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. My lips lifted into a smile, and I rose up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on me.
Her answering moan sent shivers racing up and down my spine.
Slowly, I propped myself up on my elbows and cupped her face in my hands. I ran my fingers along her smooth skin, stopping at her center before I traveled back up to her neck. With a sigh, I stroked her neck and struggled to hear past the pounding of my own heart. Then, I sat up and wrenched my lips away. With me looming over her, Sophie’s expression changed into one of pure hunger, and she tugged on her restraints again.
“Are you done punishing me yet?”
I smirked. “Not even close.”
With that, I positioned myself at her entrance and in one quick thrust, I was inside of her. She cried out and wrapped her legs around me, drawing me closer. I placed my hands on either side of the headboard and bit back a growl. She lifted her hips up off the mattress and ground against me. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her mouth up to mine. I smiled against her mouth and drew away. Without warning, I flipped her onto her back and lifted her up, so her ass was in the air. Sophie propped herself up on her elbows and glanced over her shoulders at me.
Her slow sultry smile nearly had me bursting then and there.
Instead, I buried myself inside of her and waited until her pussy contracted and expanded. When they did, I eased out and slammed back in, enjoying the feel of every inch of her clenching against me. She lowered her head and moaned. I pinned her arms behind her back, holding onto the cuffs as I began to thrust harder. She moved backwards, meeting my thrusts until my blood was roaring against my ears. I placed both hands on her back and circled my hips.
“Nathan,” she whimpered breathlessly. I gave her ass a quick slap which had her yelping from surprise.
“Now you can touch me.” I undid the cuffs, and her hands immediately went behind her back. She grabbed my arms and ground backwards, until we were rocking back and forth against each other. When her legs gave out, I climbed on top of her and threw one leg up on either side of her. Still, we moved together, with wild and reckless abandon. The bed creaked, and the mattress groaned underneath our weight.
Rivulets of sweat broke out across her back and down her sides.
She twisted her head to the side, and her lips parted. Her breathing came out in short puffs, punctuated by moans that reverberated inside of my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and used the back of my hand to wipe the sweat off my face. She lifted herself up off the mattress, and I slammed into her. Together, we moved, grinding and undulating against each other until we were both breathless and about to burst.
Still, I wanted more.
When she twisted her arms behind her back, I draped myself across her smooth, flushed back. She wound her fingers through my hair and tugged. I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses against her back until I reached the back of her neck. One hand stayed on the small of her back, and the other cupped the back of her neck. When I pressed a soft kiss there, she bucked and whimpered. With a groan, I emptied myself into her and went completely still. Slowly, I eased out of her and collapsed onto the mattress.
Stretching out, I marveled at the beauty of her glowing face, dewy with sweat and flushed with pleasure. I thought I heard a knock on the door, but when she didn’t get up to answer, I thought I’d imagined it. But then the doorbell rang, and I pushed myself up, rolling off the bed.
“I’ll get it,” she lazily stood up while I put on my pants. I watched her grab a short silk robe and hastily put it on, rushing out of the room. Grabbing my shirt, I put it on while I followed her downstairs. As I stood at the foot of the stairway, putting on my shoes, I saw her open the door, revealing a tall guy in a black biker jacket. He had long blond hair.
“Travis?” surprise shot through voice.
Silently, he grabbed her face, dipping his fingertips in the hair behind her ears… and kissed her. He kissed her hard and long while she stood there. Was she kissing him back? I couldn’t believe my eyes.
The rage bursting inside of me was enough for me to scream, but instead, I hurled toward the chair where my blazer and coat were. Violently grabbing them, I didn’t care that my belt was undone or that my shirt was unbuttoned. I just needed to get out of there.
Marching out, I collided with both their shoulders before the cold evening air hit my face.