Mirage - Alice Tribue Page 0,42
my good girl when I fuck you, right?”
Another cry from me, a harder slap on the ass from him.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I cry from both the sting of pain and the increasing pleasure from his fingers working me.
“Yes what, Tori?”
“Yes, I’ll be your good girl.”
“Good,” he says kissing the top of my head. He removes his fingers, the sound of his zipper telling me that I’m about to get him instead.
“Brace yourself,” he tells me right before slamming into me hard.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry, trying to make my muscles relax so that I can adjust to him from this angle. His hand slides up my torso, landing on my neck, and he grips it in an attempt to keep me tethered to him. I can’t explain why, but it drives me wild, makes this even hotter, and makes me even hotter for him. He pulls my head back so that I can look at him as he thrusts in and out.
“Right there. Stay right there,” he says, releasing my neck but keeping his lips planted on my forehead. I barely have time to register the distinct sound of buzzing before I’m feeling it on my clit, a vibrator (my vibrator) strategically placed. Nathan is holding it tightly to me, never relenting, now working me up with double the intensity. His other hand makes its way to my neck again, and I lose all control. I’m completely at his mercy, experiencing pleasure the way that he wants me to experience it. It’s both frightening and exhilarating.
His relentless rhythm along with the vibration of the bullet before me keeps me in a state of near delirium, crying out incoherencies.
“That’s it, I’ve got you,” I hear as he presses the vibrator harder onto my clit. That’s all it takes to send me deep into my climax, letting it consume me as I cry out an undetectable pattern of, “Yes,” “Oh God,” and “Nathan.” I hear him call my name in turn, as he reaches his own climax. When I come out of it, I realize we’re down on the ground now splayed across the floor, limbs intertwined, unable and unwilling to disengage. After a while, I decide it’s time to come clean.
“Nathan.”
“Hmm?”
“I actually know how to do my own laundry. I was just messing with you earlier.”
“If I had the energy, I’d fuck you again even harder for lying to me.”
I begin to laugh and it doesn’t take long for him to join me, enjoying a moment and doing it together because, just like always, Nathan makes everything a little bit lighter.
***
I wake with a jolt when the phone rings. Looking around, I see Nathan asleep next to me. We drifted off, snuggled close, but must have separated sometime in the middle of the night.
“Mmm, what time is it,” he mumbles groggily.
“Past one am.” I turn to the phone on my nightstand and pick it up.
“Hello?” I say trying to shake the sleep out of my voice.
“May I speak to Miss Powell please?” asks a young lady’s voice on the other end.
“This is she,” I reply, now on high alert.
“This is Michelle at New York Presbyterian. We have a young lady by the name of Katie Johnson here in the emergency room, and she asked us to call you.”
My mind instantly goes to thoughts of her and her baby, the baby that just a short time ago she told me that she had decided to keep. She then asked me to transfer her into the day spa and into the training program as I had initially offered her.
“Is she okay?”
“Would you be able to come down here?”
“Yes. I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I assure her then hang up and call the doorman to get me a car. I hang up the phone and throw back the covers making my way to the closet.
“What’s wrong?”
I turn to see Nathan sitting up in bed.
“I don’t know. One of the girls who works for me is in the emergency room, and I need to get down there.”
“I’ll take you.”
“No,” I answer a little too quickly. The last thing I need is Nathan seeing more than he needs to see. He gives me a look that tells me he’s not sure what to make of this as confusion plays in his eyes.
“I’m not sure what’s wrong with her, and I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable by having someone who she doesn’t know there. She’s shy and she doesn’t have a lot of family close by.”
I turn