Chapter 23
The next time he reaches out to her, there’s a hint of excitement in him.
Like he’s barely able to contain himself.
So, I have this idea. Can I call you?
It goes from there, like last time, a plan put in motion, danger with guard rails. Thrilling. Arousing.
A vicious addiction that shouldn’t be.
It helps to keep her away from spending her nights alone with a bottle in hand. Feeding a different sort of dangerous addiction.
At night, he picks her up on the side of the road, she knows his fancy red car from anywhere . Kara pretends to be a hitchhiker in the dark, which is sort of plausible if one has no money to pay for transit. His passenger window rolls down and she leans forward, resting her arms on it. Her neckline is loose, per his request, and she makes sure to push her cleavage forward, watches as his eyes drift downward before lifting to her face once more.
Pretty blue eyes, so ominous in the shadows of the car.
“Do you need a ride, miss?” He says it like he’s a father figure, like he’s genuinely worried about a young woman walking outside alone at night. The hungry look in his eyes says the complete opposite. Like he wants to strip her bare. Like he wants to bend her over the hood of his nice car and show her how man feels between her thighs.
Like he wants to eat her pussy from behind.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she says a little breathlessly, heart already pounding at the very sight of him and his stone-carved features. “My apartment isn’t too far; I just got a little lost. I’m new to the city, this is so embarrassing. I’ll be fine on my own. Thanks though.”
She makes as if to walk away, pushing her tits together subtly to incite a reaction as she backs away. His eyes light on her lustfully, though a hint of irritation crosses his features, making Kara feel smug inside. “You shouldn’t walk out here by yourself. I have a sister your age,” he plays. “I’d never let her walk alone in the dark. You never know what sort of freaks are out here at night.”
Ha. Ironic.
Kara walks a few feet up the street, noting the way his car follows her slowly, ominously. God, she would be absolutely shitting her pants if he were a stranger. Absolutely terrified for her life. But this is the game, this is Nick.
He’s part of her choice.
Finally, she pauses, letting him get even with her again. Acting like she’s making a hard choice, she says, “Alright. I suppose I’d appreciate the lift. It’s a little scary out. Thank you.”
The smile that overtakes his features is positively wicked. “No problem.”
Kara gets in and gives him a weak, nervous smile, buckling herself in. She pretends to give him some directions, knowing it will take them to an empty alleyway. They drive in silence and Kara absently touches her collarbone, exposed, feeling the way his eyes catch on her movement.
His gaze is like a physical, burning touch. Aggressive, hungry. Terrifying.
Oh, so arousing. It’s almost like foreplay, teasing him this way, pretending she has no idea what she’s doing. Pretending she has no idea how she’s working him up, shifting so that her skirt rides up precariously, almost to the apex of her thighs. He makes a strangled noise in his throat and Kara feels herself grow wet.
Kara’s practically aching inside by the time they reach their destination.
She makes as if to leave the car, saying, “Thank you for the ride, sir.” He grabs her wrist tightly, keeping her in place. Kara pretends to get nervous, eyes going wide and scared. “S-sir?”
There’s a nasty grin playing on his lips, eyes like fiery coals in the shadow. “Did you think my help would be free? How are you going to pay me?”
“I…I have no money. You never said anything about that. I can’t…I can’t pay you.” Kara replies in surprised outrage, her heart racing with adrenaline already, putting herself mentally in the place of a girl who truly has been threatened by a strange man, one demanding payment. “I get paid tomorrow, if you’re that desperate to get money. Does that work?”
She swallows thickly. He’s got all the physical power in the world over her.
“Tomorrow? Oh, no . Sweetpea. That’s not going to work. That’s just not going to work at all, I’m afraid.”
Kara tries to yank herself out of his grasp, tries to plaster herself against the door, hitting his hands away. “Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt me.”
He unbuckles his belt, his erect cock springing free. With a snarl, Nick yanks her to him with a sharp show of strength. His teeth are against her ear as he sneers, “You’re not getting out of this car until you’ve paid me what you owe.”
She stares at his cock, looking at the glistening tip, dribbling precum, the veins on the side, nice and thick. The thrill of anyone looking where they’re parked and seeing them. “Touch it,” he says, fighting with her briefly, trying to force her fingers around it. “Make me feel good, baby girl.”
He’s hot, steel velvet in her grasp, twitching when she strokes him from the bottom up. The sound of his breathing begins to change, filling the small space. Precum covers her fingers in short order, marking her with his desire to take her.
“You’re disgusting,” she says to him, forcing a glower onto her face. “Taking advantage of a girl in need! How could you?”
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke . The wet sounds of precum, slicking flesh on flesh.
He gasps, eyelashes fluttering, head tilting back. She wants to mark his neck with a necklace of her teeth.
“So easily,” he rasps in reply to her accusation. “Look how easy you are, sweetpea.”
She wants to correct him, to tell him she’s not easy, because she already knows how disappointed in herself she’s going to feel later.
As Kara strokes him into a frenzy, he pushes the straps of her shirt down her shoulders, exposing her breasts, straining in her thin lacy bra. With a growl, he plays with her nipples, tweaking, pinching, gently pulling until Kara feels herself panting. Her nipples have always been so sensitive, every touch directly connected to her core.
“Sit on me,” he orders, pushing his seat back as far as it will go, eliminating the fear of her ass hitting the horn and alerting people to their indecent activity. “Sit on my cock, you slut.”
“No,” she argues, just to be a pain. “I don’t think I fucking will.”
She’s rather breathless, so she doubts she sounds very convincing.
“ I don’t think I fucking will.” He mimics her voice in falsetto as he hauls her into his seat. “I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you.”
Kara slaps him, not too hard, but hard enough that he rips her thong off in response. “Asshole!” Kara snaps with genuine anger. “I liked that one!”
The corner of his mouth twitches. He’s trying to bite back a grin of amusement. Nick covers it up quickly, blanking the emotion off his face once more, becoming the monster embodied with hunger and twisted desire.
There’s nothing between Kara and his cock now as she straddles him, feeling a moment of embarrassment that anyone could look out their window and see her naked ass. Resting her fingers on his shoulders, she begins to lower herself onto him.
It’s harder this way, she finds. He’s thick enough to cause discomfort at this angle. The act of having to sit on him, to slide herself down his length, is daunting. She’s panting, trying to ease herself down, feeling herself slowly part before him.
Her soft folds, stretching.
He’s watching her face, so she closes her eyes, doesn’t want to see him, doesn’t want to see the smugness on his face. He’s not helping, not pushing, not thrusting, nothing. It’s all her this time and it’s work.
When she’s nearly taken him in, Nick says thickly, “Just a little more. You can take a little more.”
Pushing herself down the last few inches, Kara whines shakily, feeling full and overstretched. She rests against his chest for a few seconds, gasping for air. His hands are at her hips, still bruised from their last perverse encounter.
One of his hands drifts backwards, between her cheeks, gently circling her puckered entrance, the one not currently stuffed. Kara feels a rush of nervousness crash through her, though at the same time, sick anticipation, the strange desire of will he or won’t he touch me there ?
“Come on. Fuck me,” he goads.
After feeling suitably adjusted, Kara slowly rotates her hips, sitting back from him, feeling his cock shifting inside of her. She’s ever aware of his fingers, not penetrating, just playing gently, adding increased sensation and arousal.
Still refusing to look at him, Kara closes her eyes and rotates her hips again before deciding she likes the back and forth movement better. Up and down doesn’t do much for her, but the back and forth shifting of her hips is enjoyable. She’s able to press her clit against his public bone this way, leaning forward to balance on him a bit as she takes it the way she likes.
They’re in a car, so Kara can be as loud as she wants, moaning, tilting her head back obliviously as she rides her own desire. He could be anyone for all she cares. She’s chasing her climax, enjoying the thick meat touching her in all the right places, her clit being rubbed deliciously.
When she opens her eyes, he’s watching her, his pupils overtaking his pretty blue irises. Hungry, captivating. Kara flushes, feeling herself tighten around him unexpectedly. He curses, then chuckles a little cruelly. “You’re already right there, aren’t you?”
One of his fingers gently presses into her rear entrance, pressing in to fill her even as his cock plumbs her pussy. Kara cries out in shock, feeling herself spasm around him, a sudden rush of lust pushing her over the edge. He’s got a finger in her ass and she’s coming undone around him, moaning embarrassingly.
Nick groans in response, finally thrusting upward into her so hard that Kara bashes her head into the roof of the car. He attaches him mouth to one of her breasts, sucking hard, laving her nipple with attention as he takes his pleasure. Even as Kara comes down from her high, Nick ruts into her viciously, snarling, making an animalistic noise as he finally cums, spurting into her.
Afterwards, noting the sad scrap of fabric on the floor, Kara pounds her fist on his shoulder irritably, “I wasn’t kidding about that thong.”
Rolling his eyes, Nick says with loud exasperation, “Christ! I’ll buy you a new one!”
Occasionally, when they see each other, they’ll fight. Arguments and the like. It still bothers Kara, the whole limo thing. The fact that she knows what he does when she’s not in sight.
“I’m not stopping what I’ve done for years with friends just because you’ve decided to drop into my life!” As always, Nicholas isn’t amused, a certain anger shaping his face. “What, you think you’re special?”
That hurts, knife in the heart. Like needles poking through her flesh.
“Well, should I just drop you and go find myself a normal boyfriend?” She likes to threaten him with this, hold it over his head that she might just get tired of him and his need to play with nonconsent.
“Don’t press me,” he replies dangerously, a flash of jealousy in his gaze.
She rolls her eyes in response, pretends that his jealous nature isn’t slightly flattering. Because mostly, it’s annoying. He’s possessive of her and she doesn’t know why, it isn’t like he’s mentioned anything about wanting to be exclusive.
Well. He wants her to be exclusive to him, apparently. Why he cares about that is a mystery.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” God, he sounds like her father when he says things like that. “I haven’t been with anyone since we’ve started this…this thing,” he snaps. “So, sit down, shut up, and be happy with what you have.”
He hasn’t been with anyone else? It seems rather doubtful, but the organ in Kara’s chest gives a weak bounce of happiness.
“Fine. Keep taking your perverse joyrides in that limo with your friends .” Kara gives him an unpleasant sneer, looking to cut deep with her words. “I never said I wasn’t having my own fun while you’re out at night.”
With a snarl, he grabs her and kisses her like he wants to lock her in a box and throw away the key.
Sometimes, they do nothing at all. After a few short weeks, they settle into something a little more lax.
Sometimes, he has her over to hang out on his balcony for impromptu brunches. Usually, he’s reading the news on his tablet, sipping coffee. He’ll smile at her, that cocky smile of his that drives her nuts, his dark hair mussed from sleep.
She likes brunch quite a bit, so this is fine.
Sometimes, he invites her over to watch television at night, real casual. Kara wonders at it, because perhaps this is the omen of doom that Dietrich had been referencing.
They don’t have sex on these calm, normal occasions. They kiss sometimes. Sometimes he gets her off with his fingers, his mouth.
When she asks about him, he just gives her a cool grin, shrugging, saying, he’s fine, no need to worry about him.
Kara wonders then, that perhaps it’s true.
Perhaps he really can’t get it up without playing their little games, the ones they do in the dark.
Emotionally, he’s still not altogether there. He doesn’t really like having her sleep over. It hurts, this odd lie that he likes his space on most nights. Kara doesn’t know how to tell him it bothers her; she’s sure he’d just tell her to get over it, that she gets what she gets.
She’s never wanted him at her place, so she doesn’t ask.
Emotionally, there is nothing healthy about it at all, but Kara doesn’t want to admit it.
She feels like he’s hiding something and every time she thinks about it, she wants to hide in a bottle and she’s got enough of a problem with that as of late.
She’s got more problems than she can count.