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She couldn’t stifle the moan, it would kill her if she did. Nate lifted his head to look up at her. It was so intimate seeing him there with her legs open for him while his eyes held hers. She waited for him to resume what he was doing but he simply watched her until she began to feel too open and uncomfortable.
“Do you know you’re very awkward?” He asked out of the blue.
A shy smile touched her lips. Above her head, the leather straps pulled her flesh because she strained against them in anticipation. “You would be awkward if you were tied up in a bed with your vagina open for perusal.”
“You never did have a filter even on your show.” He chuckled. “Let’s see what you can do with your hands.” He reached up and untied one of her hands. She barely had time to wring the wrist to get blood flowing in them when he caught it and brought it to the junction of her thighs where she was creaming. “Have you ever touched yourself?”
She licked her lips. Excitement made her heart flutter in her chest. Mother would be appalled to see what became of her daughter. “My mother would have my head for this,” she laughed. “I used to touch myself in my room under the covers.”
“Show me how.”
Drawn by the magnetism of his deep voice she ran her fingers up and down her pussy lips spreading the wetness even more. Nate watched her fingers. She wanted to close her legs, she was shy but his hands were holding her thighs open so he could see what she was doing. Tentatively she pressed hard on her clit and rotated it. It wasn’t the action as much as the molten look in his eyes that sent shivers through her. He watched hungrily. She repeated the action watching the light in the room catch his eyes. Suddenly he directed her fingers to the opening of her pussy channel and guided her finger inside.
She tightened reflectively. “I have never done that before,” she gasped.
“I can tell. Let me teach you.” He wasn’t asking, he was commanding so she nodded and told herself to relax.
He dipped a finger inside her. It felt so good her eyes fluttered shut. Then it was two fingers he was thrusting, gently massaging her pussy to relax slowly to the stretchy sensation.
“Open your eyes and watch," he said softly. "Fuck I'm jealous of these fingers."
It took herculean effort but she opened her eyes. His fingers, now slippery and wet slid out of her.
“Now touch yourself like I touched you.”
She complied. Taking slow breaths to relax she dipped one finger in, then another and as she stretched, she dipped another in and out of herself. With a low growl, Nate inched forward to suck her clit into his mouth. It was too much to bear. She wanted to clutch his head to her but the leather straps pulled against her other hand painfully. It was hard not to scream out as both pain and pleasure blurred. Her toes dug into the sheets until the joints ached. Nate licked and sucked until she thought she would lose her mind. Her pleasure was building up to an explosive point. Still, she pushed her fingers in and out of herself. Just when she was about to go over that blissful edge he let go of her clit and slapped a hand on her pussy. She jerked.
“Wha…?” she almost cried.
“You will cum on my cock.”
He shoved her fingers off. Sliding his hands beneath her hips he lifted her hips off the bed and climbed to kneel between her open thighs. With her hips tilted up, Rachel’s back was lifted off the bed. When his dick probed her entrance a soft sigh escaped her lips. He drove himself to the hilt in her pussy. Her wetness formed a sheen on his cock as he withdrew then drove in again.
“Ahh….fuck,” Rachel cried out. Her unbound hand fell above her head to clutch the other one that was still bound and pulled by the leather. The pain from that one was delicious as was the penetration of his dick. He pulled out with a groan and drove himself back in even deeper than before. He pounded himself over and over into her. The sight of him still dressed like that in his shirt, his jacket discarded and forgotten with the kilt was almost funny but it was also sexy as hell. His stomach muscles strained, every defined ridge becoming sharper as he fucked her.
He raised her hips higher, wrapping her legs around his waist so that he could hit that spot that made her want to howl with joy. Sweat beaded his forehead dropping on her skin. She matched his thrust with the roll of her hips until she was almost leading. It was then he reached for her throat and squeezed.
Her heart was pounding harder. Rachel thought she was going to die.
“Fuck you’re so good.”
His words were the encouragement she needed to hold on and it was worth it when he pushed himself in deep and her walls clenched around him in the wildest orgasm she ever experienced. Eyes rolling back, toes curling, legs shaking, insides quaking…she loved it. She craved it.
With one final push, Nate jerked inside her and pumped his seeds into her.
Both moaning and breathing heavily, they collapsed on the bed.
Rachel sighed contentedly, too tired to move. She was smiling tiredly, enjoying the rhythmic spasm in her vagina. She barely felt Nate untie her hand and withdraw silkenly from inside her.
He also cleaned her up and when he joined her in bed he pulled her in and hugged her against his chest where she melted into against him into a lovely, blissful, dreamless sleep.
The next morning when she woke up Nate was sitting beside her naked body. She yawned and stretched feeling free. Her body felt good. Last night had been amazing…scary but amazing.
The stoic face of the man in front of her was the same one contorted in pleasure when she sucked his cock and came all over him.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up. His stoic expression reminded her of the first time and how he had easily discarded her.
And here he was this morning with a room service tray loaded with food and a small bottle of something.
“Contraceptives,” he explained.
Of course. She couldn’t get pregnant.
When she sat up to take them he pinched her thigh. “You passed.”
Her eyes widened. That was stage one. She was excited and scared for stage 2. “I did?”
He nodded. “We will move on to the hard stuff. When we get back to Gem Hills I’m going to draw up a new contract.” His eyes searched her face. “How do you feel?”
Loved was the word she wanted to say but it didn’t feel right. “Satisfied,” she settled with.
“You will learn more. Do you trust me now?”
“You choked me yesterday, it takes a lot of trust to not make a run for it when you did that.”
He didn’t look satisfied with her answer but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he picked the avocado on the plate and raised it to her lips, and watched as her teeth closed over it.
“Tonight is another fashion show, Larry called while you were asleep and wanted to know about your progress from yesterday.”
Oh, Larry. She had forgotten about him – well he had forgotten about her too! She explained to Nate the plan Larry came up with and he said little about it.
“Great plan,” was all he said concerning it. His eyes were serious when he stared into her eyes. “If you trust me, Rachel, you open yourself to a lot of possibilities. But there are rules there, you can’t question my association with anyone, not my business partners or friends or wives of my friends.”
“What about Vera, is she a business partner?”
“You can’t question me.” But he saw the curiosity in her eyes. Feeding her a piece of bread he said, “She is a business partner. That’s all I’ll say about that.”
Rachel nodded. She wasn’t convinced but she didn’t push. Besides, she reminded herself, she wasn’t in this contract because she loved him. She only wanted her life back, she wanted to punish her unfaithful husband and deceitful friend. She wanted all the resources she could get about him. His story would be the first she would publish once all this mess was over.
She would convince herself with that. But her heart knew she wasn’t being honest.
