Ineffable (11 page)

“Fuck,” he whispered, shuddering hard as he came. “So will you marry me?” he asked a few minutes later.

She waited to answer, just long enough to make him sweat. 

“Probably.”

Nori grinned. He had her.

They went to a party that night. Margot intended to cook, but they stayed in bed too long, as had Tommy and Dom, who still hadn’t left the guest room. Still, she threw together a tray of nibbles for them to nosh on, and they shared a bottle of wine.

“I can’t believe you’re having a party at your house, and you’re not there,” Nori said to Tommy.

“My girls are there. Everyone’s having a great time, trust me. Besides, they know I’m coming.”

He looked at Dom and Margot who looked back, like, what?

“You’re phenomenal,” he told Tommy.

“Thanks.” She poured the last of the wine into her glass. “I get that a lot.”

The party was indeed rolling along full steam when they arrived. The twins immediately put beer into his and Dom’s hands, and Lani and Baby pulled Tommy and Margot away.

He waved at Reiko, who waved back from a corner of the room where she was playing cards with several men, for money, he noted.

“Who are these people?” He asked Dom.

“Who knows,” Jeremy said, winking as a young girl came by to take his empty bottle and hand off a full one. “Word gets out.”

“Do you know that’s a line from Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” Dom commented.

“Dude, seriously, don’t mention that again,” Jeremy told him.

Dom looked embarrassed. “Tommy made me watch it the other night. And she was only watching it to examine a dress more closely.”

They all laughed.

“For a client no doubt,” said Jeremy.

“Well, either clients, prospective clients, someone she’s schmoozing in lieu or in advance of paying a favor, or they have something Tommy wants,” he explained.

Nori heard pride beneath the exasperation in his friend’s voice. Were his feelings for Margot as apparent? He couldn’t ask. That kind of question was right up there with admitting you knew dialogue from a chick flick.

“Where’s your brother?” He asked Jeremy, who was usually within ear shot of his identical twin Jordan.

“Working. He’s got a show soon, so he’s hitting it pretty hard.”

“Make sure I get an invite.”

“Of course.”

“At some point I want you all to meet my friend Lado.”

“Have him come to the next do,” Jeremy invited.

“I will, thanks.”

Across the room he watched Margot make her way toward him. She had the most elegant stroll, all long legs and gently swaying breasts.

“Why do you look worried?” she asked, tapping her wine glass against his beer bottle.

Tommy had put her in a charming little Jade green dress with a loose, silky skirt that rippled around her knees and left her arms, shoulders and the top of her cleavage bare.

“Was I?” He leaned down, sighing as he snuggled his face in the crook of her soft neck. It was one of his favorite spots – there and between her tits where the scent was amazing. That was one good thing about dating a tall women, easy access. He never had to stretch far to reach his favorite parts on Margot. He smiled into her neck.

She laughed softly. “What are you thinking?”

He broke away suddenly. “I want to fuck you. Where’s Tommy’s bedroom?”

“We can’t go in there. Lani’s tearing up her closet.”

“During a party?”

Margot shrugged. “They like to work.”

Nice job if you can get it. “Is she in her bathroom?” A woman like Tommy would always have a good sized en suite bath.

Margot grinned at him. “Never give up, huh?”

“With you? Never.”

She stared at him for a hot moment, then took him by the hand and led him away.

Nori sighed, felt calm spread through his neck and shoulders. He liked following her. Wherever she led great pleasure waited, the kind that shook him down to his bones.

Sometimes he did try to remain aloof. Some tiny kernel of self-preservation insisted he was being a fool chasing after this woman, craving her sex in the midst of complete strangers. But he suspected that was his father’s influence, suggesting that he was mad to be ravenous for her hands on his body, his mouth on hers. That it wasn’t good to want someone this much, to feel so torn up when they weren’t near, touching, breathing in sync with you.

But his body always asked his head what the fuck was its problem? Right then was no different. Circumspection lasted for maybe six seconds. Caution maybe another three. He barely noticed Lani’s smirking face as they went past. Higher thought faded away as Margot yanked open his belt buckle, pulled his shirt free so hard he heard a button ping off somewhere. He liked how hard she was on buttons, but how gentle she was with his zippers.

“You,” he began, but he never finished. She sank to her knees, taking his silk boxers with her. His hand fisted in her hair, pulled her top knot free as he gripped her neck. “Oh, you,” he whispered, his legs shaking at the knee.

Then she licked him, sucked lightly on the broad cap of his cock. God, she was so good at it. She was looking up at him, sweet like, a tiny grin turning up one side of that lush mouth. Then, down he went.

Sometimes it felt like every moment with Margot was a moment spent trying not to come. Her mouth looked so good stretched wide by his cock. Was it vanity that made the sight so enrapturing? Or was it the pleasure?

Later he told Lado it was the longest moment of his life, and in the same breath he swore the bliss he enjoyed while trapped between her teeth lasted only a moment. It was never enough. He always wanted more.

Gasping, he fought against the pleasure, but his knees wobbled. She turned him until his back hit the door, and he slid slowly down. She went with him, her ass rising as she presented him with her back, head down, rolling his balls in one hand and slurping up his cock between panting breaths.

Is it good, he wanted to ask? He tugged her hair to turn her head to the side so he could see her face. With her eyes closed like that, it looked good. Her little hand jacked him while lush lips massaged the skin on his cock until his whole body began to shake.

He couldn’t hold it back. He tried. He tried to pull her away. He tried to count backwards in Spanish, he even tried to think about his ex-girlfriend, a cheap slut who had fucked one of his business associates when he wouldn’t say I love you. But all he could remember right then was how good she used to blow him. He came.

“Fuck,” he swore, breath ragged as he shook under her mouth. “I can’t fucking believe it.”

She rose and gargled with mouthwash. “What?”

He blew out a ragged breath, still sprawled at her feet. “You made me come with 50 people in the next room.”

She looked at him like so? “They don’t know.”

Yeah, they would. He doubted the incredibly satisfied look on his face said anything other than, I’ve just been blown to within an inch of my life by the woman of my dreams.

He let her clean him up, too sated to help much. He sighed as she washed his face and neck with a warm cloth. She smoothed his brows, washed his hands, kissed balm onto his lips with hers. Then she led him back to the party by the hand. When she dropped him off with the guys, blinking sleepily, the twins just laughed and slapped him on the back. Dom rolled his eyes and put another drink in his hand.

“You okay?” Jeremy laughed.

Slowly, Nori shook his head. “I can’t believe her. Seriously.”

Now Dom laughed. “Believe it. When it comes to Tommy and her crew of beautiful delinquents, nothing is off limits. Let’s shut this party down and order some real food. I’m hungry.”

Tommy was amenable. She signaled to one of her employees. The girl nodded, and began to let people know to move on.

Nori watched, mildly surprised by how quickly it all happened. No one seemed discomfited to be getting the bums rush. Of course, they’d been drinking and eating and talking since six. It was 11. By anyone’s standard’s that was a decent run for a cocktail party.

“In Paris we do things more slowly,” he whispered to Margot.

“In Chicago we move on to the next party.” She winked, and moved off to help Tommy gather glasses with the caterers.

It was then Nori knew he was in love. Unequivocally, no holds barred, he wanted her forever kind of love. The idea of her moving on, even to the next party, made him sick. He had to breathe through his mouth to quell the nausea.

“Hey,” Jeremy said, removing the glass from his trembling hand. “You need some food. Dom, watch him. I’m gonna help get these girls together.”

Busy trying not to literally puke from fear and love, Nori could only stare.

Chapter nine

They were home by 12:30. Tommy had the foresight to have the caterers prepare dinner so they didn’t have to leave the house. And by mutual, unspoken decree, he and his male compatriots ate fairly quickly and hustled their respective women home for private parties.

Still a bit off balance from his earlier realization, Nori wasn’t as eager as he might have been. He stood in the shower with Margot, running uncharacteristically lazy hands over her. He even let her wash her female bits herself, and that was his favorite part of a communal wash. He was content to hold her, his head resting on her shoulder as she washed his butt and back.

She laughed softly when she moved back to get his front and he just blinked sleepily. She dried him, moving his limbs this way and that as she gently ran the towel over him.

In bed he begged, “Tell me something.”

“Vague much?”

“A fantasy,” he clarified. “Tell me one of your fantasies.”

“I like the idea of being forced.”

“Oh?”

He felt some of his lethargy fade. He hadn’t expected that.

“Shocked?”

“Yes and no,” he said truthfully. “I’m more surprised you answered.”

He’d read that being forced was a common fantasy among women. He knew it had nothing to do with perversion, only with giving up control, being taken care of, adored, obsessed over. It was about passion and attention, being made a willing slave to pleasure and love sans responsibility and judgment. He’d tried some variation on the theme on more than one woman and found his informal research often bore incredibly rich, uninhibited fruit.

“I don’t want anything crazy. It’s more about the sentiment than theatrics or props and shit.”

She eyed him, and he hastily concurred. “I agree. Too much can be, too much.”

He’d been in sexual relationships where women wanted these elaborate scenes. You ended up spending more time preparing and worrying about the details than enjoying yourself. The main event was too staged for any real passion, like an overly produced play where the actors were present but lacked any real feeling for the material.

“Everything would start out pretty normal. Maybe you’d kiss me, but then you’d get rougher, and I’d rear back and try to get away. But you don’t let me. I’d say, wait. You’d laugh at me, and tell me this is how bad girls get treated. I try to get away, but you hold me down. I struggle but you take off my clothes easily. I cry out. I’m vulnerable once you have me naked, but there’s nothing I can do; you’re too strong. I have to take what you give.”

He pulled her closer, arranging her limbs half over him the way he liked. A Margot blanket. “That’s not so bad.”

“No. I used to think I was a big ole perv. Then years ago I found out some obscenely high percentage of women fantasize about that same thing. It changed me in bed,” she admitted.

“How?”

“Well, I got free-er, I guess. I stopped worrying about what the other person was thinking about me and focused on enjoying myself.” She’d also started picking better bed partners. Far fewer, but of infinitely better quality.

“Wanting to be forced is about giving up control, wanting to be swept away by a strong man who knows exactly what you need, and then gives it to you.”

“We must have read the same article,” he teased, squeezing her butt. Both cheeks fit neatly into his hands. “I like your fantasy. Have you ever played it out?”

“Not really.”

Nori laughed softly. “Why do I sense a story?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because there is one. I am not, however, about to share it.”

Hmmm, he thought, feeling his energy level spike the way it always did when he was on the hunt and about to take down big game. He wasn’t a multi-millionaire for nothing. He knew when to play his cards and when to fold, and he not only liked playing games, he was phenomenal at it.

“Tell me more about what I say as I force you.”

He stretched out so their limbs touched everywhere. Sometimes being close like this irritated her. She complained that she got too hot, that big tits weren’t made to be smushed against a hard chest. But now she didn’t move away, she was anticipating something, which was as it should be. Now for a little strategy.

He shifted, rubbing against her, then he moved back so they were barely touching. She looked at him curiously, and her chest rose and fell as though she was having a hard time breathing. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling.

“You want me to give you a script?”

Nori trailed a hand down her side and shook his head, ignoring her sarcasm. “No, I can ad lib with the best of them. I just want you to give me a few hints so I know what’s going on in your mind. Can you do that?”

That little challenge really was the perfect touch; she raised a brow at him and immediately began to talk.

“Sure. I can give you a peek behind the curtain. I always liked that part in the Wiz.”

“The Wiz?”

“You know, the version of The Wizard of Oz with Diana Ross as Dorothy?”

She reached out and scraped her short nails down his chest. He shuddered, but managed not to put her on her back.

“I’ve never seen it.” His voice sounded like he’d been through a meat grinder, deep and wrecked.

“You’ll like it.” She scratched her fingers through his happy trail next, and he had to grab her hand before she could grab him. “But I never got why everyone was so eager to meet the Wiz. I always thought, leave that motherfucker where he’s at.”

“You knew if they looked behind the curtain it would be a disappointment.”

“Isn’t it always?”

He laughed softly as he grabbed her other wrist en route to his cock. She was a determined little thing.

“No, my love. It’s not. Now tell me about this fantasy,” he ordered. “If I don’t know all the details I might screw it up. You don’t want that do you?”

He rolled her on her back, then trapped her hands in one of his above her head, her legs spread with his body between them. He needed control for this little scene. He slapped her flank hard when she tried to wrap those long legs around his hips, and they fell open obligingly.

“Lord no,” she whispered. “I sure don’t want that.” She nipped his lower lip hard when he leaned too close.

He grunted, but he didn’t retaliate, only laughed and went back to the gentle nuzzling and his free hands rough survey of her sleek, damp body. He liked that she had to take a deep breath before she started talking.

“So, in this fantasy I want you, but I’m unsure; I know sex is all men really want. It’s safer if I say no. After all, I don’t know how you really feel about me. You could just be using me. I try to leave. I’ve changed my mind. This isn’t a good idea.

“But I don’t let you because it’s not true.”

“You have a real passion for me,” she agreed. “And you can see and feel how much I want you; you like it. So, when I kick up a little fuss, you just shake your head and smile. You listen to my body, not my mouth.”

“Of course. What you say is just fear,” he said against her lips. He smiled when she pressed closer, obviously wanting his kiss. A wicked grin stretched his mouth open, but not, to her disappointment, to kiss her. “Maybe you hate yourself for feeling so good in my arms. I am a relative stranger after all.”

He leaned closer when he felt her pulse accelerate. That last line had been a brilliant touch. She was totally soft against him, totally at ease. He wanted to roll around in the look in her eyes. It said, he gets it. He gets me. There was warmth, and excitement, and something even stronger, scarier. Trust.

He forced himself to breathe deep and slow, to not forgo their play and shove himself inside her like a beast. He had to slow things down. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled them into a sitting position. He rubbed his cheek against hers. Her heat was the perfect complement to his hardness, the lush breasts he obsessed over soft and plush against his chest.

“I don’t think you’re telling me everything. I thing you’re holding something back.”

She raised a brow.

His little Margot was not about to make things easy for him, God bless her cryptic little heart.

“Tell me what you want,” he coaxed.

“No.”

“Why not? If you don’t tell me I can’t give it to you.” He thrust up against her, grinning at her gasp. She was getting very wet.

But she just shook her head. “What’s your fantasy?” She whispered.

Nori leaned back abruptly, reveling in her hastily caught breath. “I want to spank you.”

She froze then softened again. “Yeah? That doesn’t seem so bad.”

“I want to spank you until I make you come.”

She looked confused, and for a second he watched her try to work out what he was saying.

“Okay.”

He doubted she understood what he wanted. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say.”

“What do you want me to say?” she laughed. “We’re talking about fantasy fulfillment. You want to spank me until you make me come. I’m willing.” She nudged his shoulder with her nose, then opened her mouth and sucked. Then, the minx, she leaned back and wiggled her eyebrows.

He wanted to smack her and kiss her until he lost breath. “Okay. But I also want a variation on your force fantasy. I want you to struggle, to cry and try to get away from me, and I mean really struggle, like I’m hurting you, even though I’m not. Pretend. I want to see in your face that you really want me to continue.

“I’ll hold your hands above your head and ignore your struggles. I’ll laugh, pleased when you beg me to stop, to not hurt you. I’ll ignore you because I like controlling you. I like to give you a little bit of pain because I know you like it, and it makes me want to slap that little ass of yours until I see a hint of bruise on your skin. I’ll watch you look at it later in the bathroom, looking over your shoulder in the mirror with a little smile, glad that I put my mark there. It makes me happy to think that you’ll sit down gingerly, perhaps choose to stand to eat your breakfast because your bottom is tender from me using you so well.”

“You want to play a real game.”

“Yes.” Nori adored games, especially games of make believe during sex. “In the game, I own you.” He wanted that in real life too, but he knew better than to admit it now. This was a time for make believe. Time enough to seal the deal later.

Margot shook her head, but she was smiling so Nori knew she wasn’t offended.

“Are you disgusted?”

“No. I like it rough sometimes.”

His brows rose.

“What? You don’t believe me?” She held up a hand like a boy scout. “I swear. That’s how I knew you’d be good in bed: You’ve never really touched me with a light hand.”

“No?”

“No. You grab my arm, you pull me to you, you never run your fingers gently over my skin, and thank God. I hate that shit. It feels like spiders are crawling all over you. I think a man should make you feel his touch, and you always let me know you’re there. You’re never tentative; you don’t think I’m weak, so you don’t worry about hurting me.” She smiled slightly. “Now, I think I know why.”

She was right. Nori wasn’t worried about hurting her. And despite his desire to spank her, he wasn’t really interested in her pain, only in her submission. When they made love he could run her. She didn’t really allow that anywhere else. And he wanted to. He needed to. When he could run her with impunity, he thought he might feel safe, like she wasn’t in constant danger of slipping away from him.

“Is that it?”

“What?”

“Is that it?” she repeated. “Do you have another fantasy?”

“Do you?”

“I kind of like the idea of being chased.”

This was really getting interesting. She’d mentioned that before. “Chased?”

She nodded.

“Like, running through the forest, chased?”

“Yeah, like dippin’ and dodgin’ around trees, the whole bit. And when you finally catch me, you have to wrestle me to the ground like a steer and force me to accept you.”

“That’s pretty tame,” he said casually, and could have danced a jig when she grinned. He’d said the right thing.

Some lunatic must have made her feel bad for these simple fantasies, not seeing what they meant, what she wanted from them. Thank God he was smarter than that asshole. Now, if only she would talk about what happened when he caught her.

She shrugged. “Now you.”

He scoffed.

“Tell me another fantasy,” she insisted.

“Okay!” He pretended to glare at her, like she was pulling out deep dark secrets he couldn’t believe he was sharing. He’d probably have to pay a steep price if she knew he would happily serve up his darkest perversions to her on a platter if he thought she’d entertain them.

“Don’t laugh.”

Margot just grinned and crossed her heart.

“I want you to treat me like a baby.”

“You are so extreme!” She crowed, grinning.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh.”

“No, I didn’t. Now tell me more.”

“I want you to baby me,” he repeated. “Feed me with your fingers. Put the drinking glass to my lips. Wipe my mouth. Slap the backs of my hands with wooden spoons or plastic rulers. Pacify me with your breasts. Like if I start acting fussy, pop out a titty and put it in my mouth.”