Chapter 21
After the intense conversation, we changed the subject to lightertopics. We spoke about the resorts Nash and Fox owned around the world.
Aside from the places in Vegas, Miami, and New York, they hadresorts in London, Sydney, and Paris. Once Onyx, their third casino in Vegas opened in a few weeks’ time, they planned on opening a casino in Singapore.
Nash promised to take me to see all of them, and considering I’dnever been outside the US, I was more than excited to go.
He questioned me about my childhood, including how I got the smallscar on my lip. We laughed together as I recalled the story of when my mom bought me a new bike for my eleventh birthday. I”d gotten too cocky, crashed, and ended up flying over the handlebars, smashing my face on the pavement, and splitting my lip open.
I’d never ridden a bike since.
With the wine flowing nicely, and the beautiful surroundings, I realizedfor the first time in a long time, I was relaxed.
Content, even.
Spending time with Nash was vastly different from spending time withLiam. Nash listened when I spoke, asking questions like he was genuinely interested, whereas Liam had always seemed distracted.
Even as kids, it felt like I only ever had half his attention, while theother half was on his computer games, or his phone, or his friends. At least now I had an idea of what had been holding his attention in recent months.
But for the first time since Nash made me choose between him andLiam’s life, I was happy, and I found myself wondering if I could get used to a life with Nash. Even if that meant letting him control everything I did.
I wasn’t sure if I had it in me though. I didn’t like the idea of being toldwhat clothes I had to wear, or what I was to do with my time. Despite everything that had happened with Liam, and now Nash, I still had dreams of becoming a fashion designer, and that was one dream I wasn’t willing to give up for anyone.
Who knew, maybe Nash would take on board what I said aboutneeding to know I could stand on my own two feet. Maybe there was a chance we could meet somewhere in the middle and actually make a go of this crazy marriage.
Or maybe the wine was giving me false hope.
When the waiter cleared our dessert bowls away, Nash took my handand led me to the front of the boat where the soft piano music tinkled out around us.
“Dance with me,” he said, not giving me an option to refuse him as hespun me around.
But you know what? I didn’t want to refuse him. The fact he’d openedup and shared a part of his life with me meant something, and I didn’t want to ruin the night by denying him this one simple thing.
I giggled as he spun me a second time, my dress flaring out as Itwirled. Thankfully, I’d changed out of my leggings and baggy shirt when I saw Nash had changed into a different suit from the one he came home in. Not wanting to feel underdressed in my leggings and shirt, I opted for the knee-length yellow Gucci dress.
Nash chuckled as he reeled me back in, his eyes filled with so muchheat that I was surprised he didn’t catch on fire.
Oh, hell.
I was in so much trouble when he looked at me like that, and therewas no way I’d be able to resist him. Not when I knew just how good the orgasm would be.
Nash took my hand, and wrapping his other arm around my waist, hepulled me against his firm body, and together we swayed to the gentle melody.
“I thought we could spend the night on the boat,” Nash said when thefirst song rolled into another.
My pulse spiked at his suggestion, knowing what staying onthe boat would lead to, and in that moment, everything he’d done up to this point was a distant memory.
The man tonight was not the same man who had drugged me andblown his load all over my unconscious body. He wasn’t the man who had hidden in my wardrobe while I had sex with someone else, and he wasn’t the man who wanted to control me like he was a puppet master.
Tonight, he was a man who was nothing but loving and attentive tohis wife, and once again, the thought that if I could just get on board with letting him dictate to me what I could and couldn’t do, then maybe I’d get more of this version of him.
“We don’t have to,” Nash added quickly, noticing my brief hesitation toreply. “I can get Brian to come back and pick us up.”
“No, I’d like to stay,” I replied, my voice husky without it meaning tobe.
The problem was, by now, my mind was running wild with images ofall the ways I wanted Nash to make me come, and he clearly knew where my mind had gone if the way his eyes sparkled with devious intent was anything to go by.
A salacious grin curled onto Nash’s lips, and the hand wrappedaround my waist moved lower before he squeezed my ass. With his growing length pressing against my stomach, and the wine now buzzing around my system, I had the confidence to do something I was sure I’d regret in the morning.
But that was a tomorrow problem.
I reached up, wrapping my arms around Nash’s neck, and pulled hishead down, turning my head up at the same time so our mouths met. Nash didn’t hesitate, his tongue prodded against my mouth and I opened up, relishing in the taste of wine on his tongue. His other hand moved to my ass, and with both hands, he grabbed me, pulling my hips forward so he could rub his cock against my core.
I groaned into Nash’s mouth, my pussy throbbing with a desperateneed for attention.
Abruptly, Nash pulled away, and grabbing my hand, he tugged me,marching us across the deck, and down the stairs. I barely managed to keep up with his long strides, but he gave me no choice but to stay with him.
Anticipation raced through me as butterflies started dancing wildly inmy belly. We stormed through the plush chrome and leather living area to a door at the back of the room.
The bedroom.
Before the door had a chance to close behind us, Nash had mepinned against the wall, his mouth back on mine as he ran his hands down the curves of my body.
I wish I could say I resisted his touch, but it would be a big fat lie.My hands caressed his broad chest as his hands moved over me, and without really noticing, I was undoing the buttons of his shirt. It was only when my palms graced the warm skin of his tattooed pecs that I realized the shirt had come completely off.
Nash stepped away to look down at me with lust-filled eyes. The twoof us were breathless, and for a second my brain told me to stop what was about to happen, because I knew, deep down, if I let Nash fuck me, I would be giving him what he wanted.
My surrender.
But my body was not in tune with my brain, and as soon as thethought popped into my head, the excitement coursing through me pushed the logical part of me far away, and all I could focus on was getting him naked.
“Turn around,” Nash ordered, his tone firm.
Oh good. Mr. Controlling was back.
Only this time, there wasn’t even the smallest part of me that wantedto refuse him.
I turned around, giving him my back as I planted my hands againstthe wall. A delicious shudder ran through me as he stepped up behind me, the heat from his body seeping into mine.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight, my sweet Savannah,” Nash whisperedin my ear. “I’m finally going to get to find out what that sweet cunt feels like wrapped around my cock.”
My breath caught in my throat, his words heading straight to mypussy which was growing wetter by the second. A thrill of excitement shot through me as Nash slowly unzipped my dress, teasing me with how long it was taking to undo, and letting his fingertips brush down my spine.
When the zip was all the way down, Nash unhooked my bra, andpushing both my bra straps and my dress off my shoulders, the garments fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in nothing but a tiny pair of white panties and my black heels.
Nash grabbed my arm and turned me to face him again. His eyesraked over my body, and although he’d seen me naked before, with the way his heated gaze roamed over every inch of me, I couldn’t help but feel exposed.
I wasn’t the biggest fan of my body. I had curves where other womendidn’t. My hips were wider than the models I’d seen photos of Nash with, and my breasts weren’t quite as pert as I’d like them to be.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful body. You are goddamn stunning,sweetheart,” he said, seemingly unaware of the unease I was feeling. “And I own every inch of you.”
If I wasn’t battling my insecurities, I would havepaid more attention to his reminder that I was his to do with as he liked. But with the way Nash’s awe-struck gaze roamed over my body, my insecurities died a death, leaving my body in charge.
And what my body wanted was to be ravished by Nash.
Keeping his eyes glued on me, Nash undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs. When his thick cock sprung free, my mouth watered at the sight.
It was on the tip of my tongue to beg him to let me taste him, but before I could find the words, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his strong legs spread to accommodate his cock standing proud.
“Come and sit on my face, sweetheart,” he said, beckoning me withthe crook of his finger.
I faltered.
It wasn’t like Nash hadn’t had his face in my pussy before, but sittingon his face?
Yeah. No.
That was far too intimate.
I couldn’t possibly do that.
Nash’s head tilted to one side as his lips pulled into a knowing grin.“Do you have a problem with that?”
I swallowed nervously, his tone holding a promise of punishment if Ididn’t do as he asked. “No, it’s just...well...that,” I stuttered, my cheeks heating, and I looked everywhere but at him.
“Use your words, Savannah,” Nash replied sternly.
I closed my eyes, trying to find a fragment of confidence fromsomewhere deep inside me. “I can’t sit on your face,” I said quietly after I took a breath and opened my eyes, finding his dancing with mirth at my embarrassment. “I’m too heavy for a start, and isn’t that a little…you know…too intimate?”
Nash chuckled darkly. “Sweetheart, let me assure you, you aren’t tooheavy. I wish there was a way I could show you what I see when I look at you like this. You are perfect in every way.”
My heart started galloping as fast as a racehorse. Nash’s words hitme in every part of my body, and like a moth to a flame, I could feel myself being drawn into him.
“And as for being too intimate,” he continued, oblivious to me meltinglike a puddle in front of him. “There’s no such thing when it comes to you. I want to get to know every little part of you. I want to lick, suck, and taste every inch of your body, including your cunt and your asshole. And I’m going to fuck you, Savannah. I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to fuck every one of your holes and claim them as mine because you belong to me.Now, I thought I gave you an order, so be a good girl, and come and sit on my face so I can drown in your sweet juices.”
Oh. My. God.
I was gone.
Once again I was Nash’s puppet, only this time his dirty words werecontrolling me, because what he just said?
Yeah, I wanted that.
I wanted that more than I cared to admit.
Summoning up the courage from somewhere, likely the alcoholswimming in my blood, I kicked off my heels and shimmied out of my panties, all the while keeping my eyes on Nash.
When my panties were off, an accomplished smile tugged at his lips,and he shuffled up the bed, laying down.
Pushing past the insecurities beginning to creep up again, I climbedonto the bed, crawling up his sculpted body, and hovering over him to admire the inkwork covering him. It was an array of black and gray artwork of different designs that must have taken hours of sessions to perfect.
Nash must have decided I was taking too long ogling him. His handscame up to grab my hips, and impatiently, he pulled me forward, almost making me lose my balance. Fortunately, I managed to steady myself, face-planting into his chest was not exactly sexy.
“Get your ass up here, sweetheart, I won’t ask again,” Nash growled,his demanding tone hitting me right between my legs.
Crawling the final way up his chest, I used the headboard to pullmyself up and positioned my legs on either side of his head, attempting to hover over his face, but Nash had other ideas.
He gripped my hips and pulled me down onto his mouth, holding mein place. I didn’t stand a chance against his strength, and the second my pussy hit his wet lips, his tongue darted out, swiping up my slit.
“Oh,” I cried out at the unexpected bolt of pleasure shooting throughme. There was something about him licking me from this angle that made my clit instantly throb.
From underneath me, Nash let out an appreciative groan as histongue got to work lashing my clit.
With my hands gripping the headboard for dear life, it wasn’t longuntil I was grinding my pussy against his face, any hint of insecurity gone, replaced with the desperate need to come, the throbbing in my core growing stronger with every stroke of his tongue.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Nash said, his voice rough as he pausedto take in a breath. “This is the best pussy I’ve ever tasted. Definitely the best meal I’ve ever eaten.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as a wave of pride shot through me from hiswords. He buried his face back in my wetness, his tongue once again lapping violently, and all coherent thought disappeared. All I could focus on was the intense orgasm building deep within me as I realized where I was heading.
I was going to squirt again.
“Nash!” I squealed, trying to lift my body as the intensity became too much,and the fear that I really would drown him when I squirted took over.But Nash gripped my hips harder, holding me immobile, and I had no choice but to endure his nibbles and licks on my sensitive clit.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” Nash said in between flicks of histongue. “Come for me, and let me drink everything you have to give.”
I never understood it in books and films where a woman claims tocome on demand. That was until this moment. At Nash’s order, something in my brain clicked, and I wanted nothing more than to obey and please him.
With a final stroke of his tongue, my orgasm hit me like a freight train,and as I tried my hardest to hold myself up and not suffocate Nash, juices gushed from me, coating his mouth and chin.
He didn’t stop licking though, not until he lapped up every part of my release, and pushed me straight into a second orgasm which made my eyes roll heavenward.
My head was in complete chaos, and for a few seconds, it felt like Iwas not in control of my body. Something that Nash decided to take full advantage of.
Suddenly, he flipped us over, and before I had time to acknowledgethat I was now on my back, he grabbed my legs and pulled them up onto his shoulders as he supported my hips with his hands, and my lower back with his knees.
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” hegrowled, a feral look I’d never seen on him before taking over his face.
That was all the warning I got before he slammed his cock inside me.I cried out, but it wasn’t from the pain of my pussy stretching to accommodate him. No, it was from how damn incredible his length felt inside me, and when he pulled out and slammed back in again, I finally let myself accept that I was giving him what he wanted.
“Fucking perfect,” Nash hissed, finding his rhythm. With the way hewas holding me, I was helpless to do anything but lay there and let him take what he wanted. “I always knew this cunt would feel perfect wrapped around my cock.”
The muscles in my thighs began to burn deliciously, as did myabdomen muscles. Bizarrely, right when Nash was pounding the fuck out of me, the thought that I really needed to improve my stamina popped into my head.
Especially if this was what our sex life was going to be like.
Aside from my muscles burning, my pussy was clenching aroundNash’s cock, and with his relentless thrusting, he was sending me straight into a third orgasm, one that was going to ruin me for all of eternity.
But Nash didn’t care. He thrust harder, his defined pecs and absclenching every time he pulled out and slammed back in.
I closed my eyes as he pushed me higher, not sure how much moreof his pounding I could take.
“Eyes open, sweetheart,” Nash growled. “I want you watching mewhile I claim your cunt.”
My eyes snapped open to find him staring down at me with suchdarkness in his eyes that it appeared he’d been possessed by the devil himself.
“Nash, I’m going to come!” I cried, certain that everyone backon dry land could hear my desperation.
“Not yet you’re not. Not until you’ve asked my permission to come.”
There was no way on God’s green earth that I could’ve refused him. Ineeded to come. I needed to feel that rush of pleasure in the deepest part of my bones.
“Please, Nash. Please can I come?” I rasped out, begging him forwhat I needed.
His mouth curved into a triumphant grin, slowing his thrusting.
“My sweet Savannah, hearing you beg is like music to my fuckingears,” he said, his dark eyes staring at the point where we were connected before coming back up to meet mine and thrusting roughly inside me. “You can come. Come for me now.”
Once again, his demand hit me like the force of a tidal wave, and mypussy clamped down around his shaft as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had consumed me.
Wave after wave of pleasure barrelled through me, and somewherethrough the sound of blood rushing through my ears, I just about heard Nash groan as he followed, his warm come filling me.
As Nash pulled out, our combined release seeped out of me. Helowered my legs and collapsed next to me, panting heavily.
For a few minutes, neither of us spoke as we regained our breaths,and when my soul eventually returned to my body, I turned to look at Nash.
He was watching me intently, his eyes still dark, but there wassomething else reflecting back.
Satisfaction?
Love?
I didn’t know, but it was something I felt in every part of me too.
Nash pushed up onto his arm and hovered over me.“You’re mine now, Savannah,” he said, his voice low. “There’s no escaping me. Not now I know how damn fucking good it feels to be inside you.”
I swallowed as I held his eye, unsure what to say back to him,because the truth was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to escape him.
I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.