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) (60 page)

Red licked his lips. “Take your breasts out and play with your nipples. And I want you to look at me while you do it, Nicole.”

Her heart was beating faster and faster as she stood in front of her man and looked at him as he watched her. Nicole felt very vulnerable, but at the same time she loved how intimate this was. She loved seeing how much he wanted her, how turned on he got by her naked body. She undid her bra and let it fall to the floor at her feet.

She wasn’t really an exhibitionist at heart, so touching her breasts in front of Red was slightly embarrassing—and yet she couldn’t help but be turned on by it too. The discomfort was part of the excitement, knowing that he was pushing her out of her comfort zone, but also knowing she could trust him completely at the same time.

“Play with your nipples,” he instructed. His voice was low and seductive as he spoke.

Nicole began touching her own nipples, which were stiff and excited. She moaned a little as she got them even harder. Now her legs were starting to quiver and shake with need.

Red took another drink from his glass and then it was empty. He wiped his hand against his full lips.

Nicole thought how much she wanted those lips on her breasts right now, sucking and licking. Thinking about that made her moan again as she continued to toy with her sensitive nipples.

Red’s dark eyes were steady on her, never wavering. “Take your pants off.”

Nicole took a deep breath. This was what she wanted. She wanted to be totally bare and completely vulnerable and open before him—hiding nothing. This was what she’d been missing lately, since both of them had gotten so busy with their separate tasks and responsibilities.

She pulled her pants down and then stepped out of them. They lay in a crumpled heap on the floor beside her shoes and bra, like a skin she’d shed.

Nicole was completely nude, in his study, but for her little black thong panties.

And she was so wet for him that the front of the panties were clinging to her pussy.

Red was staring directly at her panties, too. His nostrils flared. “Play with your pussy,” he said. “I want you to rub your clit.”

Nicole bit her lower lip as she slid her hand slowly down, past her belly, down further to her panties, which she slid aside easily to touch her bare entrance. There was stubble from her last shave, and the skin was cool and dry until she reached the heat from her need. Then it became hot like a furnace, only it was also wet, dripping wet, and as she moved her fingertips slowly over her mound, she thought she’d never been this moist for him.

“Rub that clit,” he said again. “Rub it fast but do not come.”

Nicole started to rub her clit in front of him, closing her eyes briefly from the intensity of it.

“Open your eyes, Nicole. Look at me.” His voice boomed out at her.

She opened her eyes immediately and stared at him, her chin quivering, her legs shaking as she rubbed herself furiously. “Oh, God. Oh, God,” she whispered.

She was picturing his face between her legs, his lips on her as she rubbed, and it was making her need to come. The force of it was building with uncontrollable fury.

“You’re not going to come until I tell you to,” he reminded her. “Understood?”

She nodded, having trouble focusing on his eyes with the amount of energy thrumming through her naked body. Her feet clenched to the floor as she encountered a wave of ecstasy rolling through her.

Red stood up slowly, walked the few steps towards her. As he came closer she could smell his cologne and feel his heat. He was another raging fire meeting up with her own.

His dark hair was falling across his forehead in that way that she found irresistible, and his strong, fit body was like a magnet to hers.

But it was his eyes more than anything—those eyes, like two deep, dark pools that beckoned her to fall in and drown in their sweet depths. She’d already fallen in some time ago, and now she wanted to do it again and again.

When he reached her, Red was still holding his empty glass. He touched it to her breasts, caressing her nipples with the edge of the glass, pressing it against her flesh. The sensation caused her to shiver and laugh. He slid the glass all the way down her belly and then he leaned down and placed it next to her clothes, on the floor.

Now his head was down where she was hoping it would be. How did he always seem to know what she secretly wanted? It was as if he truly could read her mind and know her deepest desires, she thought.

Red pulled her panties down, her last defense against his touch, and they fell to her ankles. Now she was truly naked before him.

He spread her apart and his tongue flicked her clitoris, and then he was sucking on her, kissing her deeply. She put her hands in his thick, curly hair and pulled him into her as he continued to ravage her, his lips and tongue knowing exactly where to go and doing it with expertise and finesse.

“Red, I’m going to come,” she cried.

He pulled away. “Don’t you dare,” he said. He grabbed her buttocks in his hands and pulled her into him again, and his tongue went so deep she couldn’t believe it, and he was fucking her with his mouth now.

She was grinding her lips, her head thrown back in ecstatic bliss as Red was going to make her come and there was nothing she could do to stop it. A deep, unbearable groan escaped her lips. “Fuck,” she said. Her body shuddered from repressing her climax. It was a deep, internal moan of pleasure and pain and submission to his will.

Time seemed to slow down.

She’d never, ever, ever, felt this sensation—like being on a different planet. A dark, forbidden planet where the stars were black and the air was warm and her body was filled with space and heat and flames.

Nicole opened her eyes, shaking her head to get rid of the mild hallucination she’d just experienced.

“Lay down on your back,” he commanded.

Slowly, because she could barely keep her balance at this point, Nicole lowered herself to the floor.

“Keep those fucking legs spread,” he told her. His voice was shaking with desire and she knew that this was harder on him than it was on her.

She lay back and kept her legs open. Red was on his knees, and he was dipping his head down once more, his mouth on her again.

She was so wet that Nicole was surprised she had any saliva left in her mouth. She thought her pussy must have used all the available water in her entire body. Her head rolled back and forth in total denial of the climax that wouldn’t be denied. “I can’t take it,”

she cried out. “Red, please. Please let me come. Oh. Oh, please.”

She’d never begged like this.

It spurred him on to lick her faster, to thrust his tongue deeper, to use his lips even more expertly on every fold of skin, every part of her he could suck and kiss and touch.

His mouth worked on her, daring her to come and daring her not to come.

She grabbed his head and helped him to fuck her with his mouth, her hips pumping up to his face.

And then she pounded the floor with her fist because she needed to come and he had denied her continuously.

Finally, she was starting to gasp and pant. Red pulled up and looked at her with a devilish grin. “Now you can come, Nicole.” And he dove back to her wetness and forced himself into her with relish and abandon.

Nicole came rapidly, screaming with delight as his hands rubbed up and down on her hips, rocking her into him, knowing how to make her climax even more intensely with his hands and his lips and his tongue.

Her back arched like she was in yoga class, Nicole’s eyes rolled back in her head.

Jolts of heat and pleasure shot through her whole body.

She yelled and cried out like a crazy woman. Orgasm after orgasm. She must have had four or five, all coming one after the other, blending together until she lost count.

And then she was done, and she was emotionally and physically spent.

But she knew it wasn’t completely over and she didn’t want it to be. She still wanted to pleasure him. Nicole knew he’d been holding out for her, and she wanted nothing more than to please him now.

Red stood up and told Nicole to unzip him. Slowly, lovingly, she did so.

“Take me out and put me in your mouth,” he commanded. She could hear the deep need in his voice. As badly as she wanted him, Nicole knew he wanted her just as much.

Red was controlled and reserved, but his desires ran very, very deep. His whole body was like a hot, coiled wire.

Every muscle in his body was rigid and she knew that he was exerting tremendous control over his sexual impulses, and that he’d been just as turned on by her during this entire encounter.

She took out his erect penis and slid her hand along the head and shaft, exploring it as he moaned at her touch. He was already slick with pre-cum, which told her that he’d been holding back already. But Nicole knew that without being told.

She slid her warm, wet mouth onto his cock and took him into her, sucking gleefully at his manhood, sucking with force and pleasure and insistence.

This was a feeling that was totally different from what she’d experienced a moment ago. This was her chance to give, to take him into her mouth but to give him all of her desire through touch and through her willingness to fully pull him into her.

Nicole wanted to finish him off this way, something they rarely did. Normally this was the precursor to sexual intercourse, but she wanted all of him in her mouth.

Red sensed this, and as his hips began to move in time with her mouth, she went faster. Sucking, slurping, totally unselfconscious now, she was doing all she could to give him the climax he needed and deserved.

Red uttered a cry—something she almost never heard him do, such was his control.

But that told her that he was done controlling himself and holding out.

“Nicole—baby—I’m coming,” he gasped.

And then he shuddered, his entire body shuddered and her mouth was filling up with his semen. It poured into her, more than she expected, but she loved it just the same.

It was sweet and hot and she swallowed it down with utter joy.

As he was pumping his seed into her mouth she touched her privates and quickly had yet another orgasm while sucking his cock.

When it was over, Red just laughed. “My God, that was fucking intense. What the hell was that?”

He walked back the chair and sat down, zipping his pants.

Nicole shook her head. “I don’t know what it was. I just know that I loved it.”

“Me too,” he said.

“I think I need to go to bed,” she replied.

“Let’s grab a shower first,” he told her.

They walked to the master bath together and got in the hot, steamy shower.

Giggling and laughing, they washed one another’s bodies. Red took great pleasure in washing her hair, so she let him do it even though she wouldn’t have normally wanted to wash her hair at night.

But feeling Red’s hands caress her hair and scratch her scalp and lovingly squeeze the soap out of her hair when he was done shampooing her—it was beautiful, it was magical and innocent and sweet.

Everything was wet and soapy and they stopped for long, deep kisses. Through the steam and water and touching of skin on skin, Nicole felt that there was truly nothing to worry about. She would never let herself get caught up in petty, silly jealousy.

This man was giving her everything, he would do anything for her, and he’d proven it again and again.

So as she rinsed the soap from her body, Nicole had a sudden urge to come clean in another way. “I want to change my decision on who we should hire,” she said.

“What?” He looked at her like she was nuts. His dark hair slicked back, Nicole thought he could have been a movie star from a different era.

“I think Gia is a better fit for the team,” she admitted. “I just felt a little confused about the whole thing—you know, having a young, attractive woman working so closely with you.”

“Then I’ll hire Rick,” he said, shrugging it off. “No big deal.”

“I don’t want you to hire Rick. I don’t want my little insecurities to affect how you do your business. Hire Gia.”

He looked at her. “Are you sure, Nicole? Because I don’t want to do something that makes you even a little uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine now,” she smiled. “Better than fine.”

Red leaned in for a kiss. “You’re sure?” he asked again.

“More than sure.”

And she was—for the time being.

***

“We’ve had our first leak,” Red told her over breakfast a couple of days later.

“What kind of leak?”

Red sipped his coffee as he stared at his phone. “A leak about our wedding to the tabloids. The Rag, specifically.”

“Shit.” Nicole pursed her lips. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know. It feels like somehow it must be my fault.”

Red laughed. “You didn’t phone it in, did you?”

“Obviously not.”

“But we should probably think about who might have,” Red replied. He looked at her now. “That wedding planner, maybe.”

Nicole shook her head. “I really don’t think so. I haven’t even spoken to her since that consultation.”

“Are you going to use her then?”

“I’d like to. I just wanted to take some time to mull it over first.”

Red sighed. “I’ve gone on record as saying it’s a mistake to use someone who’s not used to high-profile weddings. She’s going to be totally unprepared for dealing with the kinds of issues we face, Nicole.”

“I like her. And besides, it makes my mother happy, which is so rare. Can’t I make my mom happy just one time?”

Red shrugged. “If that’s what you want. I always thought our wedding was about our happiness. This is our day—your day especially.”

“I know, but part of what makes me happy is making the people around me happy—including Mom.”

Red smiled, but she could tell it was forced. She knew his expressions as intimately as her own. “Sounds good to me,” he said.

“We need to discuss the guest list,” Nicole told him. She’d told him this numerous times over the last week, but he always had a reason not to.

“Just plan for fifty,” he said. “You put down who you want and whatever’s left over, I’ll fill.”