I have to pass through the bedroom in order to reach the sitting area. I purposely divert my gaze from the enormous bed, having no need to spark my memory of being chained to the posts. Though, to be honest, there’s no prudish vibe ribboning through me. I did what I did, and it’s done.Yes, there’s a tinge of shame that hovers around the fringes of my morality, but having just confessed to Jameson why I resorted to the auction and how desperately I need the money, I allow myself a reprieve from my questionable ethics. The only thing pertinent for me to focus on is completing this incredibly unanticipated and highly naughty experience, paying off the loan and moving on with my life.Granted, “moving on” will likely require me to find a new job. Luckily, the amount I scored this evening provides an additional safety net while I search for my next place of employment.Interestingly, this is where I get tripped up.I’m not so wrapped around the axle regarding what I just participated in a
We travel the endless corridors. Though this time, the journey’s a bit longer, because we have to cross the open mezzanine with the gorgeous Christmas tree stretching up toward us and enter the opposite wing. It’s a bit of a maze as we traverse deeper into the sprawling mansion, the twists and turns taking me by surprise. But, hell… This entire evening is blowing my mind.Especially as Jameson strides casually beside me, mindful of my tall heels on the marbled flooring. Despite not rushing me for fear I’ll accidentally slip, his cadence is notably purposeful. And his hand holds mine quite firmly. Possessively. Almost commandingly, as though I’m shackled to him, rather than to a bedpost.All of this makes my stomach flutter. And sends a wave of heat rolling through my core.The sparks against my clit are deliciously tortuous. My pulse is pounding in my veins again and my inner thighs are on fire.The sensible part of my brain warns me I shouldn’t be this amped, this supercharged—certai
He still has an arm around me. The other hand skims down mine to my wrist and he gently raises my hand from the apex of my legs. His head is bent, his chin nearly resting on my shoulder. He crosses my arm over my chest, lifting it up toward his mouth. He glides my cream-coated fingers over his lips, flicks his tongue along the bottom one and lets out a primal groan.More sparks fly. I could literally die a thousand deaths with every sexy movement, every sensuous sound, every second of anticipation that holds me in suspense.He lowers my hand to skim over one breast, my fingertips grazing a still-taut nipple, as he whispers, “I like that you’re comfortable pleasuring yourself in front of me.”“I’m not exactly in front of you,” I quietly remind him.He chuckles. Low and deep. So rich and intimate.The resonance echoes enticingly in my pussy and my inner muscles contract once again. This time, there’s nothing filling the void and that makes me restless.I’m tempted to wiggle in his embra
Jameson yanks the hem of his shirt from his tuxedo pants and rips open the flap, sending the remaining buttons flying.Magma roars through my veins at the stimulating connotation that he’s as eager to be naked with me as I am with him. Also, the implication of his aggressive nature sears me to the core. And, hell… The visual of him is downright mouthwatering.Earlier, I was absolutely correct in gauging how physically superior the man is, even having made that judgement call while he was fully clothed.I’m angled enough against the pillows that I have a perfect view of him as he whips off the shirt and tosses it aside, seemingly not caring in the least where it lands.My arms are stretched above my head, of course, per his authoritative order. But the rest of me is untethered and my ass wriggles against the plush comforter and my toes curl into the material as well, as the thrill of the unknown ripples along my skin and excitement sparks within me.My stomach quivers and my breaths ar
“I’m not really all that familiar with BDSM,” is the first thing I tell him, my gaze still on the crop.I’m not exactly wary of the toy, mind you. I’m mostly curious as to why we’re traveling this path. In my limited experience and snippets of knowledge, I’m aware that there’s a relationship between a dominant force and a submissive one. I figure it has to be developed over time.Time is neither a luxury for us, nor part of the agenda.So perhaps it’s just the titillation of us temporarily delving into these roles that arouses Jameson tonight. Another fantasy to explore while the opportunity exists.As he returns to the bed, he grips one end of the crop and lightly smacks the short, narrow, bendy leather strip against the palm of his hand. That end looks rather flimsy and makes a mere wisping sound as it connects with his skin, indicating this isn’t quite a hardcore or “official” accoutrement that one might find, say, in a dungeon or an adult playroom, where people are quite serious a
My blood sizzles and my heart races.He tenderly taps the strip against my clit, in rapid succession.“Oh, fuck,” I murmur on a sliver of a breath.The mere notion of what he’s doing to me heightens my arousal; but it’s the sharp tingle along such a sensitive erogenous zone that is the true aphrodisiac.“You like that,” he muses, desire fringing his voice.I can barely breathe, let alone respond.Fortunately, I don’t have to speak. He can see in my eyes that this is doing all kinds of amazingly fantastic things to my body.His tapping sets every one of those eight thousand nerve endings between my legs ablaze.When he adds a slightly harsher flick of his wrist, I cry out from the elation that shoots through me.“Like that,” I insist in a rasping tone. “Just like that. Do it again.”His brow jerks upward.Jesus, even his admonishment of my slip from submissive drives me wild.He is so sinfully delicious and I really want to crawl all over him. Dig my nails in and glide them from the sw
I’m not sure how to respond. Mostly because I know what my answer is. And it’s neither a sane nor a sensible one.I want more of him. That is the plain and simple truth.Hell, I can take this ball to the end zone and declare I want all of him.But if I confess this aloud, I’ll find myself in an even more vulnerable and compromising position than what I’m currently in.Without doubt, I now possess a raging need for this man that goes well beyond the infatuation I’ve had since the day I’d met him. I’ve only had a taste of what he has to offer, and it has me burning for so much more.Which is why his comment is as poignant as it is alarming.He’s absolutely right. And the reality of our twisted fate this evening leaves me with a glaring, two-fold concern.The first is that… If we get in any deeper with each other, I’m not sure I’ll be able to overcome my secret, buried infatuation. It will stare me in the face, every single fucking day. There will be no hiding from it, as I’ve done these
I leave in what I pray is a dignified and shameless manner, meaning we’ve both gotten what we wanted out of this deal and it is officially put to rest, with no one possessing the ability to lord something over the other—as I’d worried about previously.Like he’d said from the onset, come Monday morning, this never happened.I keep my head high and my shoulders square as I work the maze of corridors to the mezzanine and then descend the stairs. The butler is there to open the door for me and bid me farewell. Jameson’s driver has a limo pulled ‘round and he tucks me inside before getting behind the wheel. All very proper and polite like.I force myself not to think of anything other than my explanation to the security staff at my building, and the process of photo recognition on the computer and signing an affidavit of identity that releases the management of all responsibility, should I not be who I claim to be.The head guard rides with me in the elevator to my floor and lets me in, t
~ Nikki ~I’d question anybody else’s ability to divert our attention when I’ve dropped a colossal bombshell, such as agreeing to carry someone’s baby, but this is Jameson Richards I’m dealing with.I’m well aware he’s going to take a deep dive into this surrogacy concept I’ve just agreed to, yet he isn’t derailing our private moments in lieu of immediately jumping into his personal agenda. I know he’s more than capable of abandoning an intimate rendezvous to pursue a business transaction; however, as he engages me in the type of tongueless kisses that are meant to languidly reignite our passion without jarring us from the seriousness of what I’ve just shared with him and which eases us back into that seductive lane, I’m convinced he’s not inclined to desert a coveted interlude with me.“You’re smiling,” he muses as his mouth glides over mine.“Just thinking our roller coaster is of the corkscrew variety. Plenty of twists and turns.”“And a few cliffhangers.”“Everyday with you is une
~ Jameson ~I’m taken aback.This shouldn’t be the moment we hit upon a life-altering decision regarding this specific subject. It’s always percolating in the back in my brain, clearly. Constantly. However, I’m not expecting it to be on hers. At least… not right now.Hell, even I’m a little fuzzy in the head as my cock is throbbing and I’m gazing at her, naked and snuggled close. She’s just come with a ferocity that rocks me to the core, and now she’s staring at me with absolute amazement in her eyes over the orgasm—and her current epiphany. As a result, I’m also completely mind blown.I crook a brow, prompting her to continue.After all, one does not simply announce they’ll have your baby and then move onto another topic, like you’re merely discussing the weather. Even if it’s to pivot so that we’re back on track with the sexy times. Much as my body is strained to the point of snapping, what’s more important is what she’s deliberating over.Given that she doesn’t appear to have the w
~ Jameson ~I free her from her restraints. Rub her wrists. Then I remove her blindfold.She bats her lashes at me. She smiles, beguilingly, looking quite satisfied and dreamy. Her eyelids are only at half-mast, the partial irises shimmering.Her chest is rising and falling a bit quicker than normal, but not erratically. Her skin has a light rosy tint to it and the hint of goosebumps.I see a shiver run through her and she sighs contentedly.“That was…” Her lids flutter closed. She laughs softly. Then they open and she says just one word: “Fantastic.”I chuckle. “I do aim to please.”“Oh, God…” Now, her eyes all but roll into the back of her head. “Do you ever.”I like how she doesn’t temper her responses when she’s this entranced, this euphoric.I peel back the covers on my side and maneuver her under them. Then I crawl in next to her and she immediately snuggles close to me, her body curling into mine. Her flesh is warm and her curves are enticing.She twines her arms around my neck
~ Nikki ~I successfully manage to not destroy this gorgeous piece of furniture, but that doesn’t mean I won’t spontaneously combust, burst into flames and otherwise incinerate this luxurious bedding.Breathing is simply not an option at present. The fiery sensations consuming me are all I can focus on. They blaze through my veins, leaving a sizzling trail in their wake. My inner muscles clutch Jameson’s fingers, not relinquishing their hold on him as I draw out every single ounce of pleasure he’s just given me.I’d never discount his ability to get me off with ease—he’s that skilled and I’m that hot for him. But tonight, in addition to the blindfold adding an element of mystique… His technique is also magical. Extremely commanding.Plus, he’s paying tribute to all the tiny spots that feel like electrical zings when he touches them, licks them, suckles them. I’d had no idea I had so many sensitive areas on my body until Jameson discovered them. And chances are damn good, he’s nowhere
~ Nikki ~I can read into his intentions.Perhaps, more importantly, I can buy into his intentions.I comprehend there’s a very fine line to walk, between him wanting everything he wants, and understanding that he can’t necessarily have everything he wants.For a powerful man like Jameson Richards, that has to be pure torture.And since he’s articulated a particular want—an extreme one, at that—which was ultimately met with resonant silence from the person he wants it from, he has to right his axis. This is how he plans to do it.Can’t say I mind.There is a wild thrill running through me over all the unknown variables presented. The inherent danger here is that I can only take a stab at what he might be up to, without fully knowing. Because he can tie me up and make me surrender to him… Or he can abandon the kinky items he’s just laid out and go straight for the kill.As I gaze at him and his jaw works rigorously, I see he’s contemplating the two options as well.And the satisfying
~ Nikki ~I duck into the en suite to brush my teeth, then spritz a light fragrance in the air. I walk through the mist, just to pick up the essence of it. I slip out of the robe and into a peek-a-boo nightie with a violet, lacy, angled bra-bodice that dips low between my breasts and is extremely revealing. The skirt is lavender charmeuse, with a short hem in front and a longer one in back, creating a soft, rippled effect. There are matching, lacy slippers, but I don’t bother with them. I do, however, opt for the charmeuse thong. The satiny material is irresistible.I pass Jameson as he’s headed in the direction of the bathroom. His gaze roves my body, his jaw tightens and heat flares in his eyes. He makes to divert his trajectory and, instead, follow me to the bed, but he stops himself. Lets out a low rumble and says, “Just give me a minute.”“Not like I’m going to fall asleep when I know what awaits…” I wag my brows, suggestively.It has become infinitely easier to flirt with this m
~ Nikki ~I have not a single coherent thought in my brain, and it has nothing to do with the lovely buzzing state I’ve returned to as I relax under scented bubbles and sip from an uncouthly filled glass of wine. A serious double-pour if ever there was one. I’m extra careful not to spill as I tip the rim toward me and take a deeper drink.Every fiber of my being is screaming that I am way, way, wayyyy over my head with Jameson Richards. At the same time, I’m appreciative that he’s not breathing down my neck or pacing alongside the tub, expectantly, waiting for me to say something.For the most part, we arrived at this particular juncture in a very straight-forward manner and yet… No. I feel as though we’ve taken one of those scary-AF, sliver-thin roads that are cut into craggy mountain sides that you see posted on Instagram or Facebook. The caption always asks, “Would you?” and I always, vehemently declare, “Oh, hell no!” To no one in particular.And yet… I’ve gone and found one of th
~ Nikki ~I certainly don’t have to voice the query that seeks clarification of his highly unanticipated remark. It’s quite obvious he’s as bewildered as I am.He hadn’t intended to heave the sentiment into the universe—and I have the distinct feeling he’s not even fully sure of its true or full meaning.He pours bottled water into two crystal tumblers and passes one to me. I sip in silence, knowing we still have a lengthy drive and it’s going to be an uncomfortable one.Though… Playing it cool doesn’t really work for me. Pretending I didn’t hear what I heard isn’t going to fly. With every passing second, the demand for an explanation becomes more insistent, so that it’s clawing up my throat and I can’t even swallow down the raging curiosity with the water.Suddenly, I involuntarily blurt, “What was that?”He very casually retorts, “That was us not being able to make it to the villa without tearing each other’s clothes off. Even though we’re only ten more minutes away.”“Ten minutes?”
~ Nikki ~I ignore my own internal query and add, “Much as I’d enjoy dinner with you, I do have a full itinerary.”I pray this is diplomatic and tactfully delivered.Marco tips his glass to me and easily contends, “Next time.”No one is nonplussed. They polish off their cheesecake, wine and espresso. I force myself to do the same. We all share departing pleasantries, and Jameson and I are returned to the main entrance and building, alongside the olive orchard. I excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room.I’m admittedly tipsy as I meet up with him at the car.He, on the other hand, is a tad stoic. And rigid again.I take my own wild gander at what has him on edge. Leaning into him, I murmur, “You didn’t really consider I’d accept Marco’s invitation, did you?”“You enjoyed flirting with him,” he simply counters.“Because I can’t flirt with you,” I whisper. “Not in public.”His jaw sets.There is clearly something on his mind. Something serious.I’ll have to take a stab at drawing it out o