The Darkness Within Him: The Untwisted series (14 page)

Groaning, he pulled away with a shy smile that I hadn’t seen before but liked immensely. ‘It’s nearly sunrise and after recent events I think I need to detach you from my lips and let you sleep, otherwise we will both be exhausted later.’

Gently helping me shift off his lap and onto my side, Nicholas snuggled up behind me – distracting erection and all. I felt ridiculously contented for a girl who had just been subjected to her first BDSM sex session. Within a few minutes, I was fast asleep in his arms for the first time.

Chapter Nine

Pushing my office chair back so hard that it spun into the wall on its rickety castors, I let out a small yelp of frustration and balled my fists tightly on my thighs. This break-up with Nicholas was getting ridiculous, life consuming almost. I might own the bookshop I sat in, but for me to hide away moping in my office while I thought of nothing but him was just so unprofessional. Not to mention pathetic.

Deciding to be more productive, I vented some anger by ripping open a box containing a new order of books. Usually, this was a task that would keep me thoroughly focused as I scanned each title excitedly and spent a good few hours reading the blurbs, but today I merely unpacked and piled the books to my left, my thoughts still lingering on what could have caused Nicholas to flip so monumentally that fateful, final day.

The act of tearing apart the box was cathartic, cleansing almost, and seeing as there were several more still to open, I set about the mindless task. Soon, my office was full of chunks of cardboard and polystyrene pieces and I found I’d worked up a slight sweat from the exertion.

There had to have been some reason Nicholas had acted like that with the cane that night: something that could explain his completely irrational behaviour? Even with all the kinky stuff we’d done together he’d never hurt me before and I’d been convinced he cared for me … There simply had to be an explanation, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t think of one, and Nicholas certainly hadn’t attempted to contact me to provide one.

Dumping a pile of books onto my desk, I chewed on my lip guiltily. Thinking back, I probably needed to shoulder some of the blame for his outburst that day; I’d deliberately provoked his anger in a way I knew would wind him up. But he’d left me no choice. What else was I supposed to do when he had called me up out of the blue and finished with me for no reason after an amazing morning in bed together?

God, what a ridiculous mess it all was. I kicked my office door fully closed and allowed my eyes to flutter shut. I recalled the awful day that had seen not only him finishing with me, but also, in a bizarre twist of fate, me walking out on him. I sighed heavily. It had started as such a great day too.

Grinning broadly, I sat up and allowed Nicholas to put the breakfast tray on my lap. Fresh orange juice, toast, jam, and coffee.
Perfect
.

Well, well, would wonders never cease? First of all, his declaration last week that he wanted to try a relationship with me; then I’d experienced seven days of Nicholas on his very best behaviour. I’d seen him almost every night and stayed over at his home, at his insistence. He’d driven me to and from work and he’d even bought me a beautiful bunch of flowers, which still looked glorious on the kitchen windowsill.

What on earth had happened to “I don’t know how to do relationships” Nicholas, because as far as I was concerned he was doing a pretty great job so far.

Plus the sex was still utterly mind-blowing, which helped.

Grabbing a slice of toast, I chomped greedily on it as Nicholas slid back into bed, helping himself to some too and grinning at my impatience. ‘Hungry this morning?’ he inquired with a knowing smile.

‘Yes,’ I mumbled around another crumbly bite. ‘Dating you is certainly good for my waistline. I think I burn more calories in bed with you in half an hour than I would on a treadmill in a week.’ I laughed, spraying crumbs on my lap in a very unattractive manner.

‘We are getting rather good at it, aren’t we?’ He smiled, looking contented and rather pleased with himself. ‘Although we have been practising a lot,’ he added smugly. Wasn’t that the truth! I was actually quite sore by now, but every time Nicholas initiated something, I couldn’t seem to say no.

He turned to me with a gleam in his eye. ‘I bet you the last slice of toast that I now know your body better than you do,’ he challenged me with a sly grin.

Copying his smile, I raised my eyebrows. ‘And how would we test that theory, Mr Jackson?’ I asked tentatively, wondering where on earth he was going with this.

‘We see who can make you come the quickest, you or me.’

Wow, I had not expected that! ‘Really? You’re rather confident, seeing as I’ve had 25 years with this body and quite a bit of practice doing what you’re suggesting.’

I blushed at the mention of masturbation; well, it wasn’t something you discussed often, was it? However, given my unlucky choices in men up until Nicholas, it was something I’d done a fair amount of since becoming sexually active, because it seemed I could get myself off far better than either of my previous boyfriends could. If I hadn’t met Nicholas, I’d have gone through life thinking sex was all about clammy hands and unsatisfying, fumbled rubbings.

‘I still bet I’ll win,’ he boasted with a shrug and an arrogant smile that made me want to take him up on his bet and prove him wrong.

As I narrowed my eyes at him, considering his proposal, an idea popped into my head. ‘OK, deal, but only if we try the same thing on you too.’

Now he was grinning like a kid at Christmas. ‘You think you can make me come quicker than my own right hand?’ Nicholas chuckled, wiggling the fingers comically. ‘You know I’m a kinky bugger with plenty of practice in this area, right?’

‘Yep.’ I shrugged. ‘But I still think I can do it,’ I replied with a sweet smile up at him.

‘OK, deal.’ Nicholas moved the tray off the bed and picked his watch up from the nightstand. ‘You go first,’ he instructed, with a dark smile.

I scowled, mock disapproval on my face, and made a little tutting sound with my tongue. ‘No, that wouldn’t be fair. If you watch me, it might get you excited and give you an unfair advantage when it’s your turn. I think we should go at the same time.’ Not only was this a more logical solution, it would be less embarrassing if Nicholas was doing it at the same time as me.

Laughing, he nodded. ‘Fair enough.’ He swapped his watch for his phone and set it up on the bed with the stopwatch timer ready, then settled himself back on the pillows next to me.

‘Why, Rebecca, I do believe you’re blushing,’ he teased, looking young and excitable. God, he was sexy when he was like this. Actually, he was sexy all the time. I was such a lost cause I almost rolled my eyes at myself.

‘Yes, well, this isn’t something I would normally do in public,’ I muttered, starting to regret accepting his challenge as the reality of what I had to do in front of him sank in.

‘I would hope not.’ Nicholas admonished me with a small frown, causing me to raise my eyebrows at him.

‘Calm down, Nicholas – believe me, you will be the first person to ever watch me doing this,’ I mumbled, suddenly feeling decidedly flustered.

‘And the last,’ he warned darkly. Gosh, he really was so possessive. This time I really did roll my eyes and he finally smiled.

‘Are you ready?’ Lifting his hips, he pulled down his pyjama bottoms, letting his already erect manhood spring free.

‘Clearly
you
are,’ I murmured dryly, eyeing his sizeable tackle with wide eyes.

‘As always, baby.’ He grinned. ‘OK, ready? Go!’ He took hold of himself and slowly moved his hand up and down his length. Nervously, I slipped my hand under the sheet and ran it across my already damp sex.

Jeez, just talking sex with Nicholas got me wet. Although I have to say, the sight of him running his fist up and down the silky skin of his erection was a mighty big turn-on for me too.

‘That’s cheating, Rebecca. Move the sheet; I want to watch,’ he instructed huskily. So, blushing further, I pushed the sheet down and exposed my nakedness. Lifting my right hand to my mouth, I moistened two fingers by sucking on them and then dipped them back between my legs. Well, if I was going to do this I might as well do it properly. The effect of my actions wasn’t lost on Nicholas, who let out a hissed breath between his teeth as he increased the speed of his hand.

‘Christ, you have no idea how jealous I am of your fingers right now,’ he groaned, but I giggled, hugely embarrassed.

Starting to relax into it, I moved my hand rhythmically across my throbbing flesh until I finally dipped two fingers right inside me and increased my pace. Moving my left hand down, I used it to help put pressure against my clitoris and, after a few minutes, I began to feel an orgasm building.

‘I’m close,’ Nicholas murmured. Gosh, that was quick, I thought, noticing how his eyes were firmly glued to the movements of my hands. Suddenly I saw his torso tense, his legs straighten out, and with a low groan, Nicholas came onto his stomach in soft, creamy spurts: a sight that turned me on more than I could ever believe.

Holy shit, that was hot. Spurred on by the vision of Nicholas touching himself to a climax I followed suit seconds later, my muscles clenching around my own fingers as I brought myself to a quiet orgasm. I pushed my head back into the pillow as I finished with a soft groan.

‘What was the time?’ I asked between breaths, as I watched Nicholas cleaning his stomach with several tissues and then fiddling with his phone.

‘That would be telling. I’ve saved the times in my phone so we can check for a winner at the end.’ Resetting his phone, he turned to me with a dark smile. ‘Now for the really fun part. Do you need a break before I prove you wrong and make you climax in record time, Rebecca?’

I definitely needed to recoup before experiencing Nicholas’ skilful sexing so I nodded. ‘Just let me go and grab a drink of water,’ I said, sliding off the bed and swaying my hips provocatively as I walked across the room naked, causing Nicholas to growl behind me.

‘If you wiggle that arse at me much more I’ll be following you into the kitchen, bending you over the nearest counter, and taking you,’ he warned huskily.

‘Mr Burrett might see; you wouldn’t dare,’ I said, glancing back at him as I reached the door.

‘Wouldn’t I?’ Nicholas said in a threatening tone as he slid nimbly from the bed and began stalking toward me, making me giggle and dash away before he could grab me.

Donning a robe in case I met Mr Burrett around the house, I dashed downstairs for my drink, but found the bedroom empty on my return. Losing the robe, I slipped back into bed expectantly. I had a cunning plan up my sleeve that I was fairly sure would win me this bet and I was keen to test it out.

Several seconds later, Nicholas strode into the room with his hands behind his back and a knowing smile on his face.

‘Ready for round two, Rebecca?’ he asked, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes.

‘Yep. Bring it on.’ I grinned nervously.

‘Close your eyes,’ he instructed as he climbed onto the bed with his hands behind his back, and so with a confused expression I did. ‘No peeking, Rebecca, I just have a little surprise for you that might help me win our competition. This will be fun … intense, but fun,’ he added cryptically.

I felt a nervous frisson run up my spine. Intense? What was he going to use on me? A vibrator again? I’d enjoyed it last time he’d used one of them on me but surely that would count as cheating in our current competition.

Wasting no time, Nicholas moistened two fingers and moved them straight between my legs where he began expertly rubbing small circles around my already swollen clitoris. Well, this was a competition after all; no point taking it slow, I supposed. Trying to keep my eyes shut, I felt his breath on my chest: the first indication that he was about to suckle at one of my nipples, which he promptly did. After several seconds of his wet tongue working on my hardened tip, I felt a sharp tweak as he nipped at it with his teeth. Ahh, that was good …

The tugging sensation carried on for longer than I had expected and then, confusingly, he was kissing and suckling my other nipple while I could still feel him biting the first. What the heck?

Deciding cheating was my only option, I broke his rule and opened my eyes to see him sucking and licking one nipple while a small silver clip had been attached to the other one. Grinning up at me, he leant back and fastened an identical clip to my other nipple. The ends around my sensitive skin were budded in soft, thin foam and they were attached together with a chain. The pressure from them was similar to a hard suck or gentle bite and, as Nicholas had warned, was incredibly intense, but surprisingly pleasurable.

‘Nipple clamps,’ he said, a wicked expression on his face, and as he gave the chain a gentle tug, I couldn’t help myself arching off the bed and gasping as the pain in my nipples sent pleasure shooting directly to my groin.

Nipple clamps? Wow, that was a first for me, but I have to say they felt a damn sight better than the name suggested. Somehow, by dating Nicholas I’d discovered that pain was indeed close to pleasure if administered in the right ways, which unsurprisingly he always seemed to know how to do.

Giving me no time to adjust to the clamps, he slid first one and then two fingers inside my wet channel and began to circle them seductively in a way that he had learnt excited me very quickly.

‘Ahh.’ As I moaned my approval, Nicholas tugged gently on the chain, causing wave after wave of pleasure to spike in my nipples and travel directly to my groin like a spear.

‘Oh!’ I gasped out loud, surprised by the intense pleasure, before surrendering myself to the moment and letting Nicholas’ expert hands tease me as he tugged on the chain in time with his fingers at my groin. He brought me to possibly the purest, most intense orgasm of my life, and I cried out his name and clutched at the sheets as pulse after pulse spiralled through me, clamping around his fingers as if I would never let him go.

Unfortunately, given our current bet, it was also probably one of the quickest orgasms of my life too – damn him and his sexual trickery.

‘That wasn’t fair, you cheated!’ I panted, my insides continuing to convulse spasmodically around his fingers, which were still lazily moving inside me.

‘I did,’ he agreed with a nod, ‘but so did you. I saw you looking when I said no peeking. You’re lucky I’m not punishing you for breaking my rule,’ he said generously, but the wicked glint in his eye told me that he was only joking this time.

After a few moments of recovery I sat up, excited that I would be able to try my trick next and see if I could win the bet. Not that I particularly wanted the slice of toast, you understand, more because I really wanted to beat Nicholas at this. After all, this was his area of expertise and to do better than him would be a monumental victory for me.