For His Pleasure: The Boxed Set, Books 1-6 (For His Pleasure, For His Taking, For His Keeping, For His Honor, For His Trust, For His Forever) (36 page)

He squeezed her hand and then left her in bed, where she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

When she woke up, the ship was docking and Red was standing over her, smiling.

“Better?” he said, holding out his hand.

“Yes,” she nodded, sitting up. Her stomach still felt strange, as though someone had put it in the washing machine on spin cycle. But she knew they’d be off the yacht soon enough.

Kane was on deck when they were ready to climb off the boat. He and Red shook hands and said they were glad to have spoken. Nicole sensed that things between them had progressed in a generally good direction, but wasn’t sure how she felt about that right now.

When the older man looked at her, his eyes were intense and made her nervous.

“I’m so sorry the outing upset your stomach,” he said. “But it happens to all of us one time or another.”

“Thanks for letting me use your bed,” she replied, instantly regretting her choice of words.

“Anytime,” he said.

***

Red had just spent the better part of ten minutes explaining to Nicole that he thought he wanted to take Kane Wright up on his offer. And Nicole had spent the last part of that ten minutes wondering how she could explain to him that she no longer thought it was a good idea.

So finally, she just interrupted him mid-sentence and said he shouldn’t do it.

“What do you mean you don’t want me to do the deal?” Red said, as the car service drove them away from the harbor and toward their hotel.

Nicole was still recovering from her bout of seasickness, and she was certain that the car was slightly swaying as they drove, somehow. “Kane Wright gives me the creeps,”

she told him.

“Why?”

“He looks at me funny.”

“He’s a funny looking guy,” Red said.

“You know what I mean.” She stared out the window, thinking that she owed it to Red to explain the entire story. But she was getting scared of what his reaction might be.

“Actually I don’t know what you mean. Did he do something to you?”

Nicole didn’t answer.

He moved closer to her in the car. “Nicole, look at me.”

She turned and met his gaze. “He called the hotel room yesterday while you were gone.”

“He did what?” Red’s eyes flashed and she could have sworn, if Kane Wright were there at that exact moment, Red would have torn the man limb from limb.

“He called the room and I answered because I thought it could be the concierge or something. But it was Kane Wright, and he wanted to talk to me about the deal.”

Red put his fingers up to his temples and momentarily rubbed them, closing his eyes. “Nicole, please tell me you’re not fucking serious.”

“I’m sorry, I should have told you right away.”

He opened his eyes and stared at her with unnerving coldness. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“Because, when you came home you were upset and it scared me. I didn’t want to make things worse.”

“Great. So you kept secrets instead.”

“I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”

“A little bit late for that.” Red couldn’t even look at her now. “Are you interested in him?”

“Interested in him?”

“Yes. As in, do you want to fuck Kane Wright?”

“Don’t speak to me like that, Red.”

He shook his head. “Well, what am I supposed to think? How did he get your hotel room number?”

“It’s our room, Red. And he’s a very rich man so I’m sure it’s not hard for him to pay someone off and find out what room we’re staying in.”

“What the hell did you two discuss?”

“Lower your voice. I’m serious.”

“I will not fucking lower my voice, Nicole. This is unbelievable. Do you realize that you’ve gone behind my back with my biggest enemy and kept it to yourself?”

Nicole felt the tears starting behind her eyes. This was a pattern with them, a disturbing pattern that kept repeating. She could sense Red growing more and more angry and knew she’d be unable to stop him from going down this same track, like a train heading into a tunnel with another train coming towards it.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “But the conversation we had wasn’t anything that hurt you in any way. I didn’t reveal any personal secrets or tell him something that would upset you.”

“I don’t want you speaking on the phone with a man who’s trying to destroy my life, Nicole. How can you not see that that was wrong?”

“I was caught off guard. I didn’t know what else to do, so I listened to what he had to say.”

Red sat back in his seat, one thumb rubbing his lower lip, the way he did when he was frustrated or hurt. “So what did the two of you talk about?”

“He was telling me that you were making a mistake by not coming to work for him.

He said that he’d once lost his business and that it changed him—he warned me that if you lost your company it would be very bad for your mental health.”

“Oh, that’s rich, coming from him,” Red laughed. “He’s the biggest sociopath on the continent, but he’s worried about my mental health. And you believed him, you actually listened to him spouting that garbage?”

Nicole shook her head. “Please don’t do this.”

“What else did he say?”

“He suggested that I should talk to you about reconsidering his offer.”

“And that was all?”

“More or less. It wasn’t a particularly warm, friendly conversation, Red.”

“Could have fooled me,” he said, bitterly.

“Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice,” she said, her insides burning with fear and pain from what she knew was coming. “I don’t want us to fight.”

“And you think I do, Nicole?” Red said. “I’m not the one who got on the phone with your biggest enemy and then planned to make you do something you didn’t want to do.”

“I’ve apologized already,” she said. “What more do you want from me?”

He stared out the window of the car. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”

The rest of the ride was silent.

Nicole was having horrible thoughts about what might come next. She pictured Red sending her directly from the hotel to the airport, imagined herself alone on the flight home from Germany. She felt emptier than she’d felt in a long time.

Red was sitting as far away from her as humanly possible.

Soon, the tears started, and she cried completely silently, wiping them from her eyes as inconspicuously as possible.

And then, as the hotel came in sight, Red stretched his arm across the gap between them and his hand fell on her hand. He was warm and he gripped her hand tightly, squeezing with reassurance. “I’m sorry I yelled,” he said softly.

She turned and looked at him, still with wet eyes. “I’m sorry too.”

“I love you, Nicole.”

“I love you too.” She tried to smile.

She could see the strain behind his eyes and knew he hadn’t gotten past this completely, but she also knew he was trying very hard. Red licked his lips, took a deep breath, and smiled. “The good news is, we can go home.”

***

Later that night, Red was sitting on the bed in his sweatpants and a white t-shirt, reading a book and relaxing.

Nicole came out of the bathroom wearing garters, white lace panties, a white bra, and a pair of black stilettos.

He looked up from his book and his eyes got wider and wider. “What’s this about?” he said.

She bent down to her luggage and found the two scarves she’d brought along on the trip to surprise him. She hadn’t been sure there would be a time to use them, but here it was. She tossed them on the bed. “This is my way of saying sorry for earlier.”

For a moment, his expression grew pained, as though her reminding him of what had transpired earlier was already more than he could take. But that particular storm passed, and then he was smiling again.

“Someone’s gotten confident,” he said, eyeing her.

She was already moist down there, and it felt as though he knew how excited she was. Everything was hot and raw in anticipation of what was to come. But Nicole didn’t know if she was allowed to start this type of game, since Red had always been the one who decided when and where the play took place.

“I’m confident that you’ll find an appropriate way to punish me for my mistakes,”

she said.

Red tossed his book aside and it landed on the floor with a thud. Then he got up and took the two scarves—one red and one green—and held them in hand as he approached her.

“Your confidence is well founded, sweetheart.” He took the one scarf and wrapped it as a blindfold around over her eyes. She felt it tied tightly against the back of her head.

And then he bound her wrists in front of her.

“Come with me,” Red commanded, leading her by her tied wrists. “Stop,” he told her. Then he positioned her so that her elbows and forearms were against the wall and her head was touching the wall as well. Her back was arched, ass sticking out, legs spread wide as she stood in her high heels.

“That’s beautiful,” Red admired. “Your butt looks so perfect right now. Like it’s just waiting to be spanked and reddened.”

Her entrance grew hot and wet as he spoke.

“And you want to be spanked, don’t you?” he said.

“Yes,” she admitted.

His hands caressed her buttocks now, squeezing and lightly slapping her flesh. The light taps on her butt caused the skin to tickle, and the tickle spread to her warm pussy, which was so moist it was practically dripping.

“You still have a lot to learn, Nicole,” Red told her, and then he slapped her ass with his hand.

“I want to learn from you, sir.”

“You’ve become disobedient and stubborn,” he said. “Isn’t that so?”

“Yes, sir.”

This time, the smack on her ass was a bit harder. It wasn’t painful exactly, and Nicole had found that she truly enjoyed the pressure on her behind when he spanked her.

Red seemed to know exactly the right amount of force to exert for the sexiness to reach its peak.

He leaned in and pulled her hair, angling her head backwards. Then she felt his lips on her ear. “Are you all mine?”

“Yes. I’m your little slut,” she offered.

“What does my little slut do?”

“Anything you want.”

“Tell me something you’ll do right now.”

“Suck your big cock. Put it in my mouth.”

“You forgot something important, Nicole. You forgot to call me sir.” And then his hand was paddling her ass, quickly, back and forth from cheek to cheek as he tugged her hair.

She moaned and cried out, wishing he would touch her swollen mound of flesh. It quivered and contracted as he smacked her behind over and over again.

Nicole was sweating now. She wanted him so badly, wanted him to touch her body, put his mouth and hands everywhere. And she wanted to caress his body—his arms, his chest and stomach. More than anything, she wanted to put his manhood in her mouth and pleasure him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Finally, he stopped spanking her ass and slowly rubbed it with one hand. “Your butt is pink and hot to the touch now,” he whispered. “Just as I like it.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

His hand strayed lower on her buttocks, circling underneath to where her folds awaited his deft fingers. He began slowly massaging her flesh, gathering the juices that lay on the outside of her and then pushing two fingers into the hole, slowly.

“I might come,” she moaned, unable to hold out after so much stimulation.

“Do not come,” he said. “I mean it, Nicole. Don’t you dare come unless I tell you to.” He continued to penetrate her with his fingers, and her breathing was rapid fire, her chest heaved.

Her pussy was twitching and contracting as it started to climax, and she bit her lower lip, concentrated on not letting herself finish just yet.

The sensation was almost like having to sneeze and then not being able to. It was positively maddening.

“Please, sir. I need to come.” Her legs shook and her hands, bound together, clenched.

“No. Don’t do it.” He continued pushing his thick fingers into her, going deeper.

“You’re almost ready to receive my cock, now, my little slut. Do you want it?”

“God, yes,” she cried.

“But you won’t come until I say so.”

“I’ll try, sir.”

He yanked her hair. “You’ll do as I say.”

“Yes sir.”

His fingers fucked her more quickly now. “You’re juices are pouring out,” he marveled. “I want to taste you,” he said. And then she heard him licking his fingers. “You taste incredible,” Red told her. “But I need more.”

Suddenly his face was buried in her pussy from behind, pushing her thong aside with his hands and tongue. His lips were attached like a suction cup to her flesh as his tongue circled around her slit, covering it in his spit and plunging his tongue inside of her.

How could she not come with him doing this?

Nicole squeezed her eyes shut, even though she was already blindfolded. She grit her teeth as her body positively screamed out for release.

Red was as enthusiastic about eating her out as he’d ever been, and his ministrations were driving her crazy. Every stroke of his tongue was enough to send her over the edge and into a mindless orgasm, but she was not allowed.

“Please, sir. I can’t hold out any longer.”

“You must,” he said, and then took his tongue and swept up her slit with one long motion.

She cried out in desperation and ecstatic frustration. “I can’t stop it!”

Her whole body was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. She didn’t know how much longer she could even stand up.

Red was enjoying this torture. His tongue was slower now, working on her with a concerted diligence, probing her most secret place with total knowledge of what would get her off. Slowly, his tongue circled her flesh, swirling first one way and then the next.

Nicole was starting to cry a little from the pleasure that could not be fully released.

Her teeth chattered.

Red continued licking her as he reached around front and began casually rubbing her clitoris. Now he was rubbing her in the front and licking her from behind. All of the stimulation was too much. He was going to make sure she failed at awaiting his command to come.

“Oh, oh please…please sir…please let me…” she begged.