Big Spankable Asses (15 page)

M
elinda sat across the dinner table from Nicholas in his gorgeous dining room. The entire house was beautiful. He’d given her a tour of the restored brownstone when she’d arrived, and she’d been thoroughly impressed, especially since he’d decorated the place himself. The house was located in Bronzeville, a neighborhood given its name because of the many blacks who’d lived there in the 1920s through the 1950s. The area had been a self-sufficient city within a city, because black people had been denied services in other parts of the city in the first half of the last century.

The area had fallen on hard times in the sixties and seventies when new housing laws had forbidden discrimination in housing and the wealthier residents had left for the suburbs and other neighborhoods. Many of the beautiful old brownstones and historical buildings had fallen into disrepair. Nicholas had told her that he’d bought his brownstone years before when he realized the value of the real estate. He hadn’t been the only one. Bronzeville had seen a resurgence of business and residential interest, and now the area was fast becoming one of the most expensive in the city. The only color that mattered now was green.

She fixed the skirt of her little black dress around her knees and thought about how nervous she’d been on the drive over. She’d even felt a little shy, wondering what exactly was going to happen that night. Going back and forth in her head about whether or not she’d have sex with him, she’d decided that she was sick of being in her own special kind of limbo and that she would take that final leap and stop being so worried about being in control. She wanted to experience what other women experienced and what she’d read about time and time again in romance novels. Why shouldn’t she? If she changed her mind, at least she could drive herself home.

When she’d arrived on his doorstep, he hadn’t given her much time to focus on being nervous or shy, because she’d barely said hello before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her mouth as if it contained some type of life sustenance. She couldn’t put it all off on him, though, because she’d been a willing participant.

“So, Melinda,” Nicholas said as he forked up some cake from his plate. “Are you enjoying the meal?”

Mel looked over at him with a lift of her brow. The linguini and shrimp had been delicious, as had the Caesar salad before it. Now they were enjoying a chocolate torte with espresso. “No, I hate it. I only suctioned it up like a Hoover because I couldn’t think of anything else better to do,” she teased, and picked up her coffee. “Who taught you how to cook like that?”

Nicholas smiled. “My grandmother. She would always have me in the kitchen while she was cooking, telling me to lift this or get that ingredient and before I knew it, I was a good cook,” he said with a shrug. “Anyway, we’ve talked about work and your friends; will you tell me about yourself now?”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything you want to tell me. I’m all ears, and I want to know everything there is to know about you.”

“Everything?”

“Absolutely.”

“All right, then. I was born at Osteopathic Hospital on the South Side. I weighed six pounds, five ounces. My mother was in labor with me for twenty-two hours. I’m told that she almost reached down and pulled me out herself; that’s just how desperate the pain was making her—” Mel stopped and laughed at the expression of chagrin on his face.

Nicholas shook his head at her in exasperation. “All right, so that wasn’t quite what I meant and you know it.”

“Well, you did say
everything
,” she said when she finished laughing. “So, I thought I’d start at the beginning.”

“Okay, so I deserved that. And as curious as I am about your auspicious beginnings, I don’t think there’s enough time tonight to hear about all of that, so let’s start someplace sensible. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“No, I’m an only child. What about you?”

“I’m the oldest of four.”

“All boys?”

“No, I’m the only boy. I have three younger sisters.”

“King of the castle, huh?” she asked.

“Hardly. Those girls ran me ragged with demands. You try being the only guy in a houseful of females. My father died when I was eleven, and my mother, sisters, and I moved in with my grandmother. She babysat while my mom worked.”

“You were close to your dad, huh?” Mel asked. She’d seen the wistful look on his face when he’d mentioned him.

“Yeah, it was the two Pantino men against the world. We were protectors of the Pantino women. Anyone who dared to upset them or make them cry had to deal with us.” He smiled fondly as he reminisced.

“Bet that didn’t stop for you when your father died, did it?”

“No, not really,” Nick said, and took a sip of his coffee. “All games aside, it was my duty to take care of them, so I did.”

Mel cocked her head as she studied him. “I bet you were such a serious kid. How old were you when you got your first job?”

“Twelve. It was in the summertime. I did stock at Santori’s Grocery. I made a whopping two bucks an hour!”

“That’s a lot of money to a twelve-year-old.”

“Yeah, it was, but I contributed to the household finances, as much as my mother would let me. She worked as a secretary downtown, and I knew she needed the help with us.”

“Did your mom ever remarry?”

“No. She always said that no other man could take the place of Pop.”

“Wow. What a lovely sentiment.”

“Yeah, it was,” Nick said. “But tell me more about you.”

Mel wiped her fingers on a napkin. “Well, I had a pretty good childhood. My parents kind of spoiled me. I didn’t have everything I wanted, just what they thought I deserved. I had my two best friends instead of sisters. They’re like my sisters, though.”

“What did your parents do?”

“My mother was a teacher, and my father was a taxi driver. They’re both retired now.”

“Do they still live in Chicago?”

“Yeah. They always talk about moving to Florida, but I’m sure they never will. They’d be too worried that I’d be here alone without any family. Moving to Florida would make it very difficult for them to check in on me. They’d have to worry from a distance,” she said wryly.

“Are they overprotective?”

“A little, but they’re much better now. When I was a kid, they were really bad.”

“Would they be concerned that you’re dating me?”

“Maybe, but only because you’re divorced. Marriage is a huge deal to them, which is why they took it hard when I announced that I was getting divorced. Well, my mother did anyway.”

“Your dad didn’t?”

“No. He’d never liked Edmund. He thought he was too arrogant and a know-it-all.”

“And was he?”

“Yeah,” Mel said with a nod. “Pretty much. What about your ex-wife? Why’d the two of you divorce?”

“Maria and I had known each other since the fifth grade. She was my first kiss. She was also the first girl I’d ever slept with. We dated off and on throughout high school, and then I went away to college; when I came back, she was still there. We thought we were in love, but we really were just comfortable with each other. We never should have gotten married. We were meant to be only friends.”

“Where is she now?”

“She’s in Italy. She married some minor count there, and they have five children.”

“How sweet. I love children.”

“So I take it you want some of your own.”

“Yeah.” Mel’s eyes went wistful. “I always have.”

“So why don’t you have any?”

“Because it wouldn’t have been a good idea to bring children into the kind of marriage I had. I wanted to, but I just couldn’t bring myself to be that selfish.”

Nicholas looked at her empty plate. “Would you like another slice?”

Mel placed her hand on her stomach. “Good Lord, no. I don’t think my stomach could take another thing. But thank you, it was delicious. All of it.”

“You’re welcome, and thank you for the compliment.” He rose and walked around the table to stand behind her chair. “Let’s finish this conversation in the living room. We’ll be more comfortable there.”

Mel stood after he pulled back her chair. “Thank you.”

“Should I bring the wine?” Nicholas asked.

“Sure, why not?”

They walked through the dining room and into the living room where they sat on the long sofa. Nicholas poured them each another glass of wine, placing the bottle on the table in front of them. He turned to face her and handed her a glass. “So, finish telling me about your marriage.”

Mel frowned into her glass as she thought about it. “There’s not a whole lot to tell, except we were miserable together.”

“Why?”

“To put it simply, he was a control freak, and I didn’t like to be controlled.”

“Then why did you marry him?”

Mel raised her eyes to look at him. She shrugged. “I really thought I loved him and when we were dating, he wasn’t so bad. But looking back on it now, I can see that there were signs. There always are.”

“Is that why at thirty-four and after having been married for two years that you’ve never had an orgasm—because your husband was controlling?”

Startled, Mel almost choked on the sip of wine she’d just swallowed. “Boy, you don’t pull any punches, do you?”

Nicholas studied her. She’d worn a silky-looking dress that had no straps and barely reached her knees. She’d put on black high-heeled sandals to match. Her fingernails and toenails were both polished a hot red. She looked good enough to eat and he was still hungry. He answered her question. “I assumed you were ready to talk and get things out in the open. Am I wrong?”

“No, not really.” She took a deep breath and said, “Yes, my husband was controlling, but I’d dated before him. I had a steady boyfriend in college, and I’d never been able to have an orgasm with him either.” She shrugged. “I’d just assumed that I was one of those women who can’t feel…well, I thought I was frigid.”

Nicholas set his wine down, then took hers and set it down, too. Moving closer, he took her hands in his. “You’re joking, right? A woman like you? Frigid? That’s impossible.”

“I know that
now
, but before I met you, I just thought there was something wrong with me.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be of help.” Nicholas bent his head to place a kiss on her shoulder. “What do you think,” he asked between the kisses he was tracing on the skin leading to her neck, “of my being even more helpful and showing you just how much pleasure this beautiful body of yours can give you?”

Mel shivered from the feel of his beard and mustache brushing against her skin. Her eyes fell shut, and she unconsciously let her head fall back when his lips reached her neck, granting him better access. She licked her lips, and her hands clenched when he took a nip of her ear. “I think…mmm…I think that I would like that.”

Nicholas allowed the relief to surge through his body before he said anything. Pushing her gently away from him, he looked into her eyes. “Are you sure, Melinda?”

Mel nodded. She realized that she’d come tonight for just that. She wanted him to be the one to give her an orgasm, which is why she hadn’t done it herself earlier that day. “I want you to make me come, Nicholas.”

Nicholas smiled. Somehow, that just didn’t sound right coming from proper Melinda. “Talk about not mincing words. All right, sweetheart. Your wish is not only my command, but it’s my pleasure. First things first,” he said as he twirled some of her hair around his finger. “I want you to strip for me.”

M
el looked at him. “Excuse me?”

Nicholas smiled again. He rubbed her arms soothingly. “I said that I need you to strip for me. If this is going to work, you have to give up some control. And if you’re going to give up control, you have to trust me first. Melinda, do you trust me?”

Her eyes flashed a combination of fear and indignation before she swallowed and looked away. “I guess I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” she mumbled. “But I don’t see how taking off my clothes will help the situation.” He chuckled and she realized what she’d said. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, you know what I mean, Nicholas. Of course I would
need
to take off my clothes—”

“Good,” Nicholas said, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now, take off your clothes, sweetheart.”

Knowing how difficult that would be, Mel scooted away from him on the sofa, frowning when he simply followed her. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“Will you at least try? If it’s something you just can’t do, I promise I’ll leave you alone about it.”

She studied his face, trying to gauge his sincerity.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “You can do it, Lindy.” He knew he was pushing her, but he also knew that stripping was one of the ultimate ways to give up control. Without her clothing, she’d feel completely exposed.

Taking a deep breath, Melinda frowned as she had a conversation in her head between who she’d come to think of as sane Mel and horny Mel, who talked in italics.

Giving a striptease would take a lot of courage.

But I want Nicholas, more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.

You’d be naked and it doesn’t look like he’s gonna take his clothes off any time soon.

But I want Nicholas.

You’d be naked.

But I want Nicholas.

You’d be
naked
.

He can give me an orgasm
. That’ll do it, she thought and stood. “Where do you want me?” she asked resolutely after taking a deep breath.

“Hold on.” Nicholas quickly stood. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” he threw over his shoulder as he hurried from the room.

A little angry now, Melinda scowled. “Well, I like that. He’d better hurry up before I change my damned mind.” Sorely tempted to sneak out the door to her car and safety, she subconsciously let her eyes search the room for her purse.

“Okay, I’m back,” Nicholas said as he entered the room again.

Both of Melinda’s brows arched at the sight of what was in his hands. He carried a wall mirror. It was about four feet tall. “Uh, just what do you think you’re going to do with that?”

“You’ll see.” He leaned the mirror against the couch and turned to the table. Lifting one end of the heavy piece of furniture, he pushed it back a few inches and then walked a couple of feet to his left so that the table was at an angle to the sofa. Picking up the mirror, he leaned it against the table and sat back down. “Perfect,” he mumbled as he checked his reflection. “Okay, now, Melinda, please take off your clothes.”

Her eyes still stuck on the mirror, Mel threw a startled look his way. “Just what kind of freak do you think I am—”

“You promised to trust me,” he interrupted her softly.

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. Either you trust me or you don’t. I promise, I won’t hurt you.”

Nervous, Mel licked her lips. She looked at him again. His eyes seemed to promise her the world if she’d just let go. She reached over her shoulder again for the zipper to her dress. She’d better get a damned orgasm out of this!

Nicholas watched as she licked her lips, her tongue briefly touching on her freckle. He narrowed his eyes against the heat that was invading his body. She pulled the zipper down as far as she could reach and then turned the dress around so she could have better access to the zipper. He saw a brown nipple peek out through the opening and stifled a groan, glad he hadn’t known earlier that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He’d have tortured himself just thinking about it during dinner.

She slid the zipper all the way down, her hands holding the sides together over her breasts for a moment. His eyes went to her face again. He was surprised to find her eyes on his. He smiled reassuringly.
Come on, Lindy, you can do it
, he thought. She went back to concentrating on what she was doing. He watched as she pushed the dress down her body, first exposing both breasts, then her flat belly, slim hips covered in a brief bit of black silk, and finally her feet. She bent both knees and stepped out of the dress, straightening again to lay it over the arm of the sofa.

Mel felt thoroughly self-conscious and wanted nothing more than to put her clothes back on and go home. Her hands went to her panties, and, realizing they were the final barriers protecting her, she paused and couldn’t move them. She looked over at Nicholas, who didn’t say anything as he looked into her eyes. His eyes didn’t urge her to do it, nor did they show disapproval or disappointment. They were just accepting. Quickly, because she needed to do it before she changed her mind, she pushed the panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She kicked off the sandals.

With nothing on but earrings now, she stood with her arms hanging tensely at her sides. Nicholas could do nothing but stare. His breathing labored and sweat breaking out on his brow, he let his eyes travel the length of her body several times.

Feeling so vulnerable and exposed that she wanted to hide, Mel did her best to resist covering her body with her hands.
Besides
, she thought irrationally, fighting the urge to giggle,
which parts would you choose? You’ve only got two hands
. She swallowed, wishing he would say something.
Anything.
She knew she was on the skinny side, and her breasts were kind of small, but things weren’t that bad, were they? She wished she knew what he was thinking, but she couldn’t tell because his lids were at half mast as he stared at her body.

This trust thing is for the birds and Nicholas can kiss my ass
, she thought. Scowling now, she was on the verge of reaching for her dress when he finally spoke. The words vibrated through her and she looked at him again. His eyes were full of what she could only describe as greedy lust and she felt her knees go weak.

“Christ Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he finally growled after staring at her for long moments. He’d planned to take things slowly so that he could ease her into the pleasure. Now he wondered how in the hell he was going to do that. He was ready to plunge deep.

“Come here, Lindy,” he said and held out his hand.

Blindly, Mel took it and climbed into his lap when he tugged on her hand. Feeling a little awkward, especially because she was nude and he was still fully clothed, she turned sideways—away from the mirror—raised her knees to her chest, and buried her face in them. “What are we doing, Nicholas?” she asked in a stifled voice, strangely feeling even more vulnerable now that she was in his lap.

Nick rubbed her thigh from knee to butt and back again, smiling when he felt her tremble slightly before she leaned into the caress. “You, my sweet, are about to be pleasured beyond your wildest dreams. Now, bend down here and give me your mouth.”

Mel blinked once before comprehension dawned. She leaned down and softly laid her lips on his, sudden hunger for him making her open them. She let herself be free to explore, even going so far as to rub her lips over his mustache before sucking his top lip into her mouth like he’d done hers the day before. Moaning, she moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck and felt her hardened nipples push into his chest and rub against the material of his shirt.

Her nipples puckered some more from the movement, and liking the sensation, she deliberately made sure they rubbed across the material again…and again. At the same time, she was sucking his tongue into her mouth and biting at his lips, unable to get enough of him. Excitement thrummed through her body, and the feather-light touches of his fingers on her thigh were only making it worse.

“You like to have your breasts touched, don’t you?” he asked.

Mel nodded, too breathless to speak.

“Tell me how.” He pinched one lightly between his fingers. “Like that?”

Mel’s mouth fell open on a small gasp before she was able to speak. “A little harder,” she whispered.

Nicholas pinched the nipple harder, giving it a little twist. “How about like this?”

Mel couldn’t speak. Her eyes fell shut as he gave the other nipple the same treatment, and her head fell back on a long, drawn-out groan. She purred her agreement instead.

She heard him groan as he leaned forward and kissed the exposed skin under her jaw, nipping and sucking it as he trailed his lips down her throat until he reached the hollow of her neck, laving it repeatedly with his tongue. He followed the natural line of her body to the swell of her breasts, making her arch her back and push her flesh against his mouth.

A short shriek escaped her throat when he sucked her nipple deep into the caverns of his mouth and plied it with his tongue. The bite he gave her nipple was just enough to make her feel some pain.

Mel was beside herself with pleasure and could only think to lift her other breast and brush that nipple back and forth around his mouth until he released the first one and sucked the second one in. Oh, God! She needed so much more, she thought as she slid her ass on his thigh and felt how wet she’d already made his pants. She lifted her other breast and rubbed it against his beard, moaning at the dual sensations she was receiving. “Nicholas, please,” she begged him.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you,” he assured her, and slipped his hand between her thighs.

She squirmed in his lap, feeling his rock-hard penis through his jeans. His fingers traced a path down her inner thighs and she let them fall open. One finger slowly circled her clit, teasing her, and she fell forward to rest her forehead against him. “Please, Nicholas,” she said again, unable to stand the waiting.

He snagged her lips in a kiss. “What do you want me to do, Melinda?” he asked against her wet lips.

She closed her eyes, breathing harshly against his mouth. “I want you to touch…to touch me. Will you touch me, Nicholas? Please.”

Unaware that her husky words were reminding him of his fantasy of her in his office chair, she moaned when greedily, he let his finger zero in on her clit and gently slid it against the smooth, throbbing little nubbin. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders when he took another finger and dipped it along her slick folds before bringing it to join the other. His fingers dripping with her essence now, he took her clit between the two and pinched and rubbed.

She let her head fall to his shoulder and pushed against his hand frantically, loving the feel of the rough material of his jeans against her naked skin. She was quickly working her way to an orgasm, the rough material exciting her more and helping her along. When he pressed the pad of his thumb on her clit, she screeched and came halfway out of his lap.

“You like that, baby?” he growled, and pressed the little button again.

She couldn’t answer; the pleasure was too exquisite. She bit his shoulder and opened her thighs wider, feeling like she was coming out of her skin when he pinched her clit between his fingers again. Now he was back to rubbing it, and she strained to keep up with his rhythm, her hips pushing and jerking spasmodically. The emotions rioted inside her, bringing with them such a forceful heat that for a moment she was afraid that the inferno would burn her alive. The feeling that she was going to break apart and lose herself was imminent, and while she strained to beat it back, she was also a little scared.

Subconsciously, she squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand and the feelings.

Using his other hand, Nicholas gently pushed her knees apart, forcing her thighs open again. “It’s all right, baby, just roll with the feelings. Let them take you over,” he crooned.

She heard his voice as if from a distance and lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were drawn to his mouth; unable to stop herself, she bent to kiss him, rubbing her lips across his mustache and her breasts against his chest again. His fingers were still driving her mad, and she stopped fighting the heat and the swirling emotions, sliding her ass back and forth and pushing her flesh against his fingers. Suddenly all the heat and the emotions gathered to thump heavily in one spot and then broke apart to explode and travel to other parts of her body. She stiffened from the force of the impact, throwing her head back and letting out a series of screams that carried one distinct word.
Nicholas.