had stopped. Nick gets out and comes around to my side. He opens the door, leans down, and cups my face with his big hands.
“Decision time is in the morning.” He extends his hand and waits.
Looking at his beautiful face, is it hope I see in his eyes? “I want you and everything that comes with you.”
He extends his hand and his gaze holds mine as he assists me from the limo. We don’t speak as we approach the elevator, but I can feel the heat roll off his body. Nick presses the call button and slides his hand around my waist while we wait. The doors open and I walk inside with him right behind me.
“Finally.” Nick scans his card that will gain us entry into his floor and then he turns to face me. As the doors swish closed, he lifts me off the floor, turns around, and pushes me against the elevator wall. His lips crash down on mine, claiming, desperate, and hot.
My shoes clatter to the floor. I try to wrap my legs around his waist and hear the side slit rip. My dress is too restrictive. I pull back far enough to say, “My dress is in the way.”
“Damn,” he chuckles and puts me down. “I hate it when my woman wears clothes.”
The elevator stops, the doors open, and Nick picks up my shoes. “After you.”
His voice is raspy, sending chills rushing over my body. Once we’re inside his penthouse I stop, turning my back to him. “Unzip me?”
Before I can blink, cool air rushes across my back, the straps are shoved off my shoulders, and my dress is around my ankles. I whirl and jump into his arms. He catches my ass and I lock my legs around him. “Now, where were we?”
“Let’s see. I believe I was going here.” He smirks as his hand slides down my back to my butt. He drags one finger between my cheeks, pausing to press down on my asshole, before sinking a finger in my pussy, pumping in and out. Our mouths meld together, and our tongues stroke each other while I ride him.
I’m already soaked and, within just a few minutes, I say, “Nick, may I come?”
He pulls his hand away and puts me down. “No. Go upstairs.”
My body shudders as it tries to deal with my release being incomplete.
He picks up my dress and hands it to me. “I control your orgasms. I decide when or if you come. Now, go.” He points toward his bedroom.
I trudge up the stairs feeling like a child who’s been sent to bed early for some wrongdoing. I’ve worked so hard to be independent that learning to depend on him is going to be hard for me to learn. I dash into the bathroom, splash water on my face, and take down my braids. I finger comb my hair because Nick likes to wrap it around his hand. I drape my dress across the back of a chair and then perch on its edge.
I have no idea how long I sit and wait. It feels like forever. Just before I go to find him, I hear footsteps on the stairs.
Nick walks in with a smile as if nothing happened. He undresses, turns back the covers on the bed, and gets in. “Come to bed.”
The sheets are soft and cool as I slide between them.
“Aftercare is the Dom’s responsibility.” He turns off the table lamp, rolls me over on my side, and molds his body around mine. “You’ll learn.”
I lie there wide awake, frustrated, and confused. His arm slips around my waist and his hand cups my breast. It’s not long before his breathing is even, and his body is relaxed. Sleep doesn’t come so easily for me. I want this relationship to work and have decisions to make.
13
Nick
Waking up with Kayla still tucked against me, I consider giving her that orgasm I denied her last night. She looks so peaceful, though, so I ease out of bed, grab a pair of warm-up pants, and hit the shower before I go downstairs. I fix a cup of coffee, sit at the dining room table, and go over the papers I need her to read, fill out, and sign.
She’s the first woman I’ve invited into my lifestyle since my business and the clubs took off. There are plenty of available women who are members of Silken. They come in for one-night play sessions. We have couples who get off on sharing