"Please," I pant, my ass pushing against his face.
SMACK.
I cry out, and my eyes shoot back open.
"You don't call the shots, mon colibri. I'll give you more when I want to ... after I finish eating your sweet pussy." His hot breath against my soaked center makes me even more desperate. I have never felt need with this sort of intensity before.
He continues to lick, bite, and suck at me, the sounds of him echoing and mingling with the ones coming from my own mouth and body. I almost come twice, him easing up before I can tip over the edge, before he finally pulls away, and I hear him stand over the drunken-with-pleasure roar rolling through my mind. I don't move, nor do I attempt to rise from the table. I might be brand new to this whole type of sex thing he's into, but something inside me that I don't yet understand is driving this show, and the only thing I can focus on is earning his praise. I'm finding the power of that praise almost as pleasurable as the feelings he's enticing from my body.
I hear a heavy thump against the floor, followed quickly by another, and it takes me a second to place the sound as his shoes falling to the ground. The anticipation of what's going to come next causes another wave of ecstasy to flood my system. If his shoes are coming off, I pray that means he's about to give me what I so desperately want.
Him.
I hear him move; my eyes stuck on the wall in front of me as I breathe rapidly.
And I wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
Until the silence becomes so overwhelming, I could cry with the anticipation of something more ... anything more.
"Are you on birth control?" he questions, his voice a low, throaty rumble that breaks the silence and caresses my mind.
I swallow thickly. "Y-yes."
SMACK.
"I won't remind you again, Nicole."
I blink through the fog, the firm hand smacking my ass quickly becoming something I need as much as air at this moment.
"Yes, Sir," I say again obediently.
"When was the last time you were checked?"
It takes me a second, but even if I had been in the right frame of mind, I wouldn't be offended by his question. In this day and age, you don't have unprotected sex without knowing these things about your partner.
"Right after Seth and I split. I hadn't been with him months before that, and I haven't been with anyone since." I shudder in a breath, my eyes widening when I realize I forgot again. "Sir. I'm sorry. What I meant was, I'm clean, Sir."
"Good girl," he drones, rubbing his palms down my back as he steps closer, his thighs touching the back of mine. I shiver from his touch, but it's the feeling of his naked flesh against mine that makes me moan. "Si humide," he says, low and under his breath. "Such a treat, mon colibri."
"What did you just say?" I ask, remembering him saying that a second ago too.
He continues to tease me with his hands, running them up my back and ignoring me. He repeats his movements a few times before lifting his hands from my back, and then I feel his cock touch my entrance. He rubs the tip through my lips, coating himself in my wetness. It's too much to feel him like that, yet I need so much more. My eyes water as my core clenches, needing to be filled.
"Do you want to come?"
I nod my head, the wood under my cheek making a squeaky sound and tears filling my eyes.
He leans into me, pushing my thighs into the wooden lip of my table painfully, causing me to whimper. "Don't even fucking think about it, Nicole. You come when I tell you to. Do you understand?"
I nod my head, tears rolling free and onto the table underneath me. I don't even understand why I'm crying, only that the feelings firing through every inch of my body are so intense that I need a release of some kind desperately.
He steps back, and I gasp on a sob.
Then his hands are on my hips, and I'm being pulled off the table like a ragdoll. He's strong, so strong that he has me up off the table and flipped onto my back before I even have a chance to blink. His hands slam down on either side of my head and his face presses close, those eyes now such a unique shade of golden mixed with green. They're stunning, but it's the intensity roaring in them that makes the breath in my lungs freeze, all thoughts of what that mood ring color would mean vanishing.
"Why are you crying?" He turns his head, his eyes trailing all over my face as if he could find the reason.
I shake my head, and his eyes narrow.
"Did I hurt you?"
I lick my lips, still shaking my head.
"Did I hurt you, Nicole?" he questions in a hard tone that holds more concern than it does anger at my silence. "I want to push your limits and give you things you've never experienced, but I have to trust you will tell me when you're getting to the point where I might hurt you. That's what your safe word is for. I'll ask you one more time, Nikki ... did I hurt you?"
"I don't know!" I yell, gasping now that I've stopped holding my breath. "I don't know, Shane. Shoot, Sir. I don't know, Sir. I can't understand ... It's too much. I need ... I can't ... I don't know what to do with these feelings. I'm so drunk on them; I'm ..." I trail off, not knowing how to express my intense emotions. This is so much more than being horny and turned on. "I feel like I'll die if I don't get you inside me. Please, please, Shane. Fill me up and give me more. Everything."
His nostrils flare, and his body stiffens. Slowly, he lifts until the only part of me that feels him is at my knees where his thighs are touching. His hands go under them, hooking under the back of my knees and pulling my legs up, placing my feet flat on the table. His eyes never leave mine as his hands press my legs open, exposing my body to him. The gentle touch of his hands against my knees betrays the hard expression on his handsome face. If I could just wiggle my ass closer to the edge of the table, I could get closer to the part of him that my body needs the most.
His chest is heaving as he continues to look down at me.
I open my mouth, ready to beg again.
"Silence," he bellows, smacking a hand against my pussy so hard that my back arches off the table and I cry out from the smarting pain heating my core. He soothes my burning skin by caressing and rubbing the wet and abused skin. I can hear, even over my own heavy breathing, how wet I am as he moves his hand over my pussy. "You aren't in charge here, Nicole." His hand lifts then smacks my tender and swollen center again. "I decide when you get my cock. Not you. Remember that." Again, his hand pops against my pussy, and I cry out, a sob catching in my throat.
My vision goes hazy, and I fear I might pass out from the overwhelming desire he's brought forth with the painful pleasure of his hand.
"Who does this pussy belong to?"
"You, Sir," I gasp out immediately on a whimper, holding my legs open for him with not one care to being so exposed to him.
"No one else gets this. 1Fredonne pour moi, Nicole. Fredonne pour moi."
I'm still blind with lust, unable to understand the words he is
speaking, which has nothing to do with them being in another language. When he slams his cock all the way inside my body without warning, I yell, screaming out so loudly that my throat burns from it. With being over a year since I've been with a man, even though he had me drenched, the shock of being so thoroughly filled stole my ability to breathe straight from my lungs. I reach my hands up, grabbing at his chest and digging my nails into his skin. I'm frantic to pull oxygen into my body but unable. He holds himself inside me, so deep inside my body, and leans down until I feel his mouth on mine. He doesn't kiss me, though. Instead, he opens my mouth with his lips and breathes for me. Pushing air into my mouth that I greedily suck in. He repeats the process twice more before he lifts and looks down at me. His eyes just as wild as I imagine mine are.
He continues to watch me, his face straining through his tightly held control, and my chest vibrates with a moan of pleasure as he pulls slowly from my body. The overwhelming shock of him filling me has passed, allowing me to climb back up the peak toward my release. He never looks away as he slowly thrusts into me, almost as if he's waiting for something. My nails dig into his chest when he bottoms out inside me, hitting a spot that has never been touched before and making me mewl from the white-hot pleasure of it.
"There it is," he says in a thick voice, betraying the indifference on his face and showing me he's just as lost in my body as I am in his. "2Paradis."
The sound leaves my lips again, and he closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. I might not understand the majority of what he says in French, but I have no trouble deciphering that last word, and it shocks me to the core. Surely, I misunderstood.
When he opens them again, I see the dominant Shane is back, no longer giving me that window into his feelings. He leans up, removing his hands from the table to grasp my wrists in his strong grip and pull my hands from his chest. He slams them down above my head and starts powering into my body. I test his hold on me, knowing I won't be able to get free, and he tightens his hands even more.