Chapter 36 Turn Around And Bend Over
He must have felt the change in my attitude, he must have read my thoughts on my face, because a split second after I freeze, he is standing up and pulling me with him, then kissing me again, with the same urgency as before, despite my dulled response.
“I want you to turn around,” He whispers against my lips. “And bend over.”
He takes my pause as a chance to run his hand down my chest, my stomach, my body betraying my brain and shuddering under his touch, his palm leaving a hot trail in its wake. Once he reaches my hips, he spins me around, and in my shock, I don’t have the brainpower to retaliate.
His hands slide up my back, to my shoulders, where he moves my hair out of his way, and kisses my skin. Small, delicate kisses, trailing over my shoulder, up to my neck, and once he sees my head tilt slightly, giving him more access, he smiles to himself, and starts guiding me down.
Despite my determination to resist him, to storm off, I find my body melting under his touch, bending down until I feel the desk on my chest, and I settle on top of the wood.
“I know you’re angry.” He says, his hands sliding down my back as he speaks, to the end of my chemise, bunching it up over my hips. “I can see exactly what’s going through that gorgeous mind of yours. But I’m going to tell you the reasons why, if you’ll listen.”
“I can’t exactly go anywhere.” I scoff, turning my head so that I can catch sight of him over my shoulder.
“Are you going to keep making snappy remarks, Nora? Because we can end this very quickly, or very, very slowly.” He emphasises his point by trailing a finger over my core, to the toy, hooking underneath it and tugging slightly, and pushing it back in, making me groan loudly as I press my cheek against the desk.
“Okay, okay fine. Tell me why you hate me so much.”
That makes him laugh, as he lets go of the toy, and moves his finger back up until he can dip the tip ever so slightly inside me, his other hand running up and fisting into my hair. He pulls gently, before continuing.
“The first time we have sex, it will be in a bed.” He says bluntly, blandly, as if discussing the weather. He inches his finger into my sex a little more. “There will be no meetings, no work, no part of the outside world to distract us.” His voice drops slightly as he speaks, and it piques my interest.
“Right, so sometime at the weekend, yeah?”
He yanks on my hair, pulling my head back, and making me cry out as he slaps his hand against my ass at the same time. I hiss, biting my bottom lip as the sharp pain from both actions blossoms through my body.
He leans down until his mouth is level with my ear.
“I want hours with you, Nora.” He whispers, making me swallow a sudden lump in my throat, while my skin prickles with heat. “Do you remember in our second meeting, when we were talking about Worship?”
I breathe quietly at his question. His hand moves back to my ass and squeezes the flesh in warning.
“Do you remember?” He repeats.
“Y-yes, Sir.” I squeak.
“That’s what our first time will be. Me, worshipping you. Exploring every, single, inch of your body, every single one of your noises,” He pauses to move his hand from my ass back to my core, his fingers running back over me, collecting my dripping juices and dipping inside me. “I’m going to make you cum so many times before you’ve even felt my cock inside you, that you are going to be begging, pleading with me to give you a break. Do you think I’m going to give you a break?”
His question is paired with his fingers starting to slide inside me, my mouth falling open with a soft gasp as he keeps my head held up by my hair.
“N-No, no, Sir.”
“Good answer, Doll.” He breathes, his fingers sliding inside me at a painstakingly slow pace, as he watches my face twitch, my body shake as I try to maintain some form of control. “There'll be no toys, no ropes, nothing from the Red Room. Just me, and you, and all the time in the world to make you feel something you’ve never felt. And it’s going to be so much more exhausting than anything we have ever done before.”
“Jesus fuck…” I whine as I feel his fingers bottom out, fully seated inside me, kept still, which is more torturous than him making me wait all week.
I can feel the toy vibrating against his fingers, making the sensation reverberate through my walls, and I try to subtly rock my hips back into him, desperate for something to get me over the edge.
“Is that what you want?” He asks, in a breathy question before he bites my earlobe. “Cause it feels like it’s exactly what you want.” He adds with a smirk, leaning back to watch me trying to fuck myself on his fingers, my nails digging into his desk beneath me.
He loosens his grip on my hair, letting my head slowly fall back to the wood, his hand moving to where the toy’s remote is just beside me.
“Are you ready to cum now, Nora?” He asks, just before pushing the button to set the toy’s vibrations up to its maximum.
“Fuck, yes please, Sir!” I cry out, loudly, my entire body tensing as it shoots through me.
He drops the remote, moving his hand to the back of my neck to anchor me in place, then starts fucking me hard with his fingers, making my eyes screw shut as I struggle to process the sudden onslaught of overwhelming sensations spiralling through my body, licking up my spine. My muscles tense, the cries and whimpers falling uncontrollably from my lips as the toy, and his fingers, get me right up to the edge, but his hand falling to the back of my neck, pinning me down – that’s what makes me crash through the barrier.
Making my veins explode as though there are fireworks in my blood, making me see stars as I screw my eyes shut, rising on my tiptoes as his fingers work me through the high.
He turns the toy off once he sees my body start to relax. He pulls his fingers out when he sees my knees buckle, and as I start sliding off the desk, wrapping his arms around my waist, and letting me sink the ground with him.
Easing the toy out of me, as I whine softly, he settles me over his legs, brushing the hair off of my sweat covered forehead, waiting to speak until I blink my eyes open.
“Does that make up for the last week?” He asks, his eyes looking between mine while he waits for my response.
“Hmm… sure.” I hum, shifting slightly against him, my eyes fluttering shut again briefly, until his hand runs down to my jaw, fingers wrapping around my neck, his thumb grazing over my cheek.
“What is it?” I ask, noticing that he is still looking at me.
“Are you okay with all this?”
“With what?” I question, but he just raises an eyebrow at me. “At you putting off sex yet again? Yeah, just great.”
“Nora…” He says sternly, his thumb still running across my cheek. “I need to know now if you’re having any doubts.”
“I thought we already spoke about this.” I groan, moving to sit up straighter, the bliss of my intense orgasm quickly dissipating.
“If we cross that line, I need to make sure you won’t change your mind.”
“David it’s sex, you’re thinking too much about it!”
“No, Nora.” He growls, moving his other hand to the other side of my face. “It’s not just sex, not with you. I wasted a year doing nothing about how I felt, and then used those feelings on who I thought was a different person. You have no idea how much I want to make you mine.”
“Then do it.” I urge, trying to lean forward, closer to him, but he holds me back.
“But that’s just it, once I do, you will be mine. You will be in my life, in this mafia life, with no chance to back out.”
“You telling me you’ll force me to stay?” I scoff.
“I’m saying that I’m so enraptured by you,” He whispers, moving until he is so close to kissing me, that his breath falls over my lips as he speaks. “That once we take that step, I am not going to want anything else. Anyone else. So if you decide you want out, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go.”
I surge forward, kissing him, my chest thumping as my heartbeat speeds up, from his words, from his hands on my face, which tighten once my lips touch his. Fisting his shirt, I feel a sudden onslaught of emotions rise, threatening to spill out as tears.
He kisses me back, passionate, intense, but slow. When we both finally separate, he keeps his forehead pressed against mine, both of us breathing heavily as the weight of his words fully processes.
He isn’t putting it off because it annoys me. He is putting it off to protect himself. To protect me. In case I don’t want everything that comes with being involved with David Reid.
But I know for a fact, that I can deal with it.
“I’m in.” I whisper, after a few seconds. I pull back to look him in the eyes. “I mean it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m all in.”