Ineffable (12 page)

Her hand slapped over her mouth, and Nori’s stomach dropped. Shit. She was disgusted. Then Margot started to laugh.

“That was so hot.”

Phew. He shrugged.

“We should definitely play that game sometime.”

“When?” Say now.

“Tomorrow?” she asked, running both hands over his shoulders and up around his neck. She squeezed.

Now. “What time?” He adjusted her until they were close enough to share breath.

“Be here around five. Babies have to eat dinner early ‘cuz they have early bedtimes.”

His cock began to throb, and it was all he could do not to squeeze the shit out of her. He settled for making himself more comfortable between her legs. “I want to do your fantasy tonight.”

“Yeah?”

“Not the chasing. We’ll do that when the weather’s better or we’re out in the country with plenty of room to move around. But I can pretend to force you.”

“Yeah?”

“You sound like one of my customers.”

Margot laughed. She’d enjoyed the story of the bet at Ineffable. “Sorry. I was just – why? Tell me why you want to do it.”

“I want to turn you on,” he said simply. “And I like the idea of forcing you.”

She raised her brows.

“Let me revise that. I like the idea of controlling you,” he whispered. His lips trailed their way up to her ear; he bit just hard enough to make her jump. “I like the idea of you wanting me that way, raw and dominant and maybe a little out of control.” He wrapped a hand around her throat, used long fingers to turn her face to the side so he could suck on her neck.

“Say yes,” he whispered, one hand pulling her hand away from his back and out to the side, his hold tight around her wrist so she could feel what he wanted. He shifted, used the other hand to lift her leg by the knee, push it up, opening her to make it easier for him to sink into her body. The idea of playing this game with her was actually making him lightheaded.

She cocked her head, pretending to consider.

Now both hands circled her throat. “Do you like teasing me?”

Her eyes flew to his, and he wanted to laugh when he saw recognition on her face; she’d figured out he was already playing.

“Why, no,” she said sounding perfectly uncertain, and he briefly closed his eyes in thanks. He could feel sweat forming on his brow he was so excited.

She pushed against his chest, and he groaned, counting backwards in French to keep from making a fool of himself.

“I need to use the bathroom,” she whispered.

He froze, and she blinked at him, waiting. He let her go. As soon as he rolled off her she scampered into the bathroom. He rolled onto his back, one arm over his eyes, one hand tugging slowly at his cock. He heard the toilet flush, heard the faucet come on. He imagined her washing her hands and face, staring wide eyed into the mirror, anticipation vivid on her beautiful face.

He lifted his arm away when she came out, but did not stop masturbating. He had to hold back a grin when he saw that she’d put on a bra and the little cotton skirt she often wore around the house. He must have looked mean because her eyes grew wide and she backed away a step.

“Um,” she began uncertainly, one slender hand going to her throat. “I, I don’t think, I mean –”

“You don’t need to think,” he told her, releasing his cock reluctantly as he sat up.

He actually saw her swallow. God she was good at this game. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. She took another step back, all her movements, the hand fluttering at her throat, the fidgety feet, seemingly involuntary. But he could see the excitement too, the anticipation in her parted lips, the heavy lids, the trembling breasts his mouth was already watering for. She wanted him alright. This was going to be excellent.

“Come here,” he said softly, a sincere but calculated ruse to get her to stop moving away. “I won’t hurt you.”

She took a tiny step forward, head cocked, a sweet innocent girl appreciating his low masculine voice.

He reached out slowly, grabbed one hand and tugged. She landed gently against his chest. He immediately took hold of her ass, squeezed, wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his face in her breasts. He sighed, polishing one cheek against the soft, faintly soap scented pillow.

“See how nice I can be?” he whispered, turning her to her back. He was rougher now, stretching her arms out and holding her by the wrists.

Her eyes got big and she moved restlessly under him, trying to shift to one side, but he stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

She swallowed, lips parted to speak.

“Nowhere,” he answered for her. “Take off your clothes. You should have done it already,” he chided.

She looked a little shamefaced, then she looked confused, like she didn’t understand why she felt guilty for still being dressed. God, she was excellent at this game!

“Um,”

“Speak up!”

She jumped. It looked so genuine. “What?”

He grinned, laughing low and a little bit evil.

“Take off your clothes for me. Please,” he added, though it was clearly a command.

Slowly she did as he asked.

“Look at that,” he whispered, leaning back on his heels. He licked his lips as her skirt hit the floor. He nodded and quickly, as though she was embarrassed, she shimmied out of her bra. The movement was so feminine, perfect, really. “Pretty,” he said casually, pressing an open hand to her belly. His fingers stretched out, curled into her waist. “Show me some more.”

Her long fingers slowly unclenched from fists held tight to her side. They looked fabulous curling around the ribbons on her panties, looked even better throwing them over the side of the bed next to everything else. When she covered her mound with her hand he inhaled audibly.

“No. Let me see.”

She hesitated.

“It’s mine,” he said arrogantly. “Take your hand away. Now.”

She did, but then her arms crossed over her breasts.

“No,” he ordered, yanking her arms out of the way and causing everything to jiggle gently in front of his face.

“Perfect,” he said, leaning down to steal her lips and breathe in a hard kiss.

He pillaged her mouth so long she had to rip her mouth away to draw breath.

“This is how you should be whenever you’re with me. Bare, on your back, mouth open, eyes half closed. This,” he nudged her with his hips. “Is what I should always feel when I touch you.” He nudged her, slipped in, stopped when she lifted her hips to take him in the rest of the way. “This is what I want when I give you a drink, or hold your chair, or get your food.”

He stroked her hard, biting his lip to hold back a groan as the move pushed them up high on the sheets, his heart racing happily when she cried out beneath him.

“I didn’t hurt you.”

He waited, tense for her head shake. He bit her shoulder and enjoyed her yelp at the small punishment.

“You teased me all during dinner.”

Her eyes flew to his and she frowned.

“Don’t bother to deny it. Showing me your leg, adjusting the strap on your shoe, moaning as you rolled bites of dessert around on your tongue. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

She bit her lip, embarrassed to be caught teasing him.

“I didn’t meant it,” she whispered.

“No? So you were playing with my affections as well as teasing me? I can’t let you get away with that. Liars have to be punished.”

She looked worried now. “I’m not – what, what will you do?”

She sounded so uncertain, he squeezed her in approval. She couldn’t help but thrust her hips against him; she wanted him to move. He began to stroke deep, but slow, giving her what she wanted, but not the speed or intensity that he knew she needed. Nowhere else did she break character.

“I have to punish you. You know that.”

“What? No. I –” she swallowed, looking scared and lush; he bit her nipple gently and her gasp was like music to his ears. “Please,” she whispered. “Don’t –”

“How dare you tell me no.” He turned her roughly to her belly, pulled her hands behind her back and crossed them at the wrist so she was helpless. He knew the slight bite on her shoulders from the position probably had her running wet right now.

He reached down. Yup. His little girl really needed her spanking.

She cried out at the first hit. It was hard, hot, loud and her ass jiggled beautifully afterwards. She writhed so perfectly against the bed. He hit her again and again, each time pausing to admire the aftermath.

He turned on the light to better view the faint flush of blood that now colored her bottom. She was so wet, he could see the secret flesh glisten. Reluctantly he shut the light off. She was always more passionate in dim light.

“Do you feel it, baby? That twinge in your pussy every time I tap this pretty little butt? Maybe it’s pulsing along with the fire I put on your ass? I hope so.” He ran two fingers between her legs, smiling when she gasped and arched.

“Should I fill you up again?” he whispered, covering her back.

She nodded, dazed, but oh so responsive. She pushed back when he slipped inside that first little bit.

“You want it, baby? I’ll take care of you. My baby must feel so empty,” he whispered, full of faux sympathy even as he was already there, at her gate, pushing forward, owning her.

“There,” he breathed, shuddering as his hips sank down to meet her butt. At first he couldn’t say anything. He thought he might lose it and come before she did. She felt so good, so hot and greedy clutching him, her inner pulsing pulling his pleasure forward in a rush; he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Thankfully, she was in the same shape. It made it remarkably easy to move her where he wanted her to go.

He nuzzled her. Then came the first strike. She jumped, startled, looked back at him like, why? “You thought we were done? No, love. My good little bad girl. I still have to discipline you.”

Slowly he began to move. Moans bubbled out of them both as they fucked, hard and fast. He punctuated each stroke with a slap on her ass, her thigh, he reached beneath her to pinch and pull her nipples; then he yanked firmly on her ponytail, bringing her head around so he could suck hard on the back of her neck.

It was primal that fucking. Talking about fantasies, beginning to enact them had unleashed them both. He shuddered, feeling the strongest orgasm he’d ever felt building as their flesh continued to slap. He needed her to come. He spanked her faster, thrust harder, reached forward to pull her hair, turning her head to the side again so he could lick and bite at her lips.

“Come,” he growled, so close another breath might be his end. “Now. Do it.”

She was wild beneath him, but she did as she was told, his name a plea on her lips.

God, he felt limp, like every ounce of strength in his body had drained away along with his come, but good. All he wanted to do was laugh and squeeze Margo until she squeaked, but he was too weak. All he could manage was a rather rusty chuckle as they rolled together in tangled sheets.

“You’ve ruined me.”

She shifted, already half asleep. “Have I?”

“All I’ll be able to think about is chasing you naked through some forest and – ”

“And eating from my hand while wearing a bib?”

He slapped her ass gently. “Watch it,” he said, knowing he didn’t sound the least bit tough as he pulled her in for a better fit.

She grunted.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined me for other women.”

“Good. Go to sleep.”

“You’re mine now, Margot. You belong to me.”

She reached behind her ass to grab his dick, snug and soft. He jumped a little as she squeezed. “And you belong to me.”

And they slept.
 

Chapter ten

The next day their baby fantasy took a different turn. When he got home from work Margot was babysitting her friend Baby’s youngest son, Cary. Baby Brent had made quite a name for herself as an actress. When she couldn’t take her children with her on different jobs, and there was no family to watch them, her friends took up the slack. It was common practice among this circle of friends, so the children had an extended family of aunts whose homes they knew as well as their own.

When he arrived around 2 pm with his laptop he found the little guy sitting on a blanket at her feet playing with some beads and things she’d laid out for him.

“And don’t even think about puttin’ shit in your mouth,” she told him and walked out. “Watch him.”

Nori’s brows rose, but when the child looked at him, one paw indeed en route to his mouth, he returned the baby’s grin. He squatted down when the little guy walked over.

“Who are you? My tete friend?”

“Yes, my name is Nori.”

“Peas to meetchu’. My name is Cary.”

He shook the tiny hand offered.

“You visiting?”

“Yep. Thought I’d sit on the couch and do some work.”

“You got a computer?”

Nori nodded.

“Lemme see it.”

He opened his laptop on the coffee table, and the child went unerringly to the Google Chrome internet button and clicked it.

“I’m allowed to use the internet for a little while.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. Can I be on for 10 minutes?”

“Sure.” That sounded like a decent interlude to find Margot and claim his hello darling, how I’ve missed you all day kiss.

Before he got up, however, she appeared, and his eyes ran over her greedily. She was wearing those shorts again. Unfortunately the black, belly baring, breast boosting bandeau had been replaced by a plain white tee.

“Here.” She gave the child a gummy bear. “Vitamin.”

Cary ate it. “Can I have another one?”

“Nope. It says under three get one.”

“I’m under three?”

“You’re two and a half,” she said over her shoulder.

“Oh. Can you time 10 minutes?” he asked Nori.

“Sure thing,” said Nori, taking some papers from his briefcase and settling down to read.

He couldn’t concentrate. He had to stop twice to spell things for the child, who wanted to visit the Lego site and to Google something called SpongeBob. What was she doing?

“Working,” said the child.             

“Hmmm?”

“You asked, what is she doing? She’s working. Makin’ joo-ree,” Cary clarified, eyes still on the computer. “She lets me make stuff and help her sometimes.”

“Does she?”

“Yeah. I made my mommy a bracelet. She wears it.”

“She likes it.”

“Yeah.”

Margot came in carrying a basket full of jewelry-making paraphernalia. She set it on the coffee table, sat down beside him and began to work. She didn’t look at him once, which both pissed him off and tantalized him. He should be used to it; it was the same whenever she had tools in her hand. Still, feeling the couch dip under her weight soothed him, and he settled down to work.

“Get off that damn computer,” she told Cary some 30 minutes later. “Go find something to do, and bring it back in here with us.”

The little boy left and they heard him rummaging in a closet. He reappeared with a box of Legos, which he upended nearby, then sat down on the rug to build.

Another half hour passed quietly, interrupted only by Cary’s vrooms and self-talk as he built himself a car wash. Margot rose to leave, and he grabbed her arm.

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta make lunch.”

“Yeah!” Cary ran over and attached himself to her leg. “Can I help you?”

“Why don’t I take you both out to lunch?”

“Yeah! ‘Ninsula!”

“The Peninsula,” Margot clarified, grinning at the surprise on his face.

“This child likes the Peninsula?”

She shrugged. “He has a favorite waiter, and he’s being groomed to appreciate quality.” She swung the child into her arms and kissed his cheek. “Let’s go wash up and find me something to wear.”

“Can I pick you’ clothes?”

“Yeah. But I get veto power.”

“Tete Lani don’t give you veto power.”

“You,” she pretended to chew on his nose to make him giggle. “Are not Lani.”

He was however, as skilled as his god-mother at putting together an outfit, Nori thought, surveying Margot later in tight, dark blue, wide leg jeans and a gold kimono sleeved top that showed off her fabulous cleavage.

She was good with the child, picking him up so he could sift through her enormous jewelry box and waiting patiently as he selected earrings and a ring for her to wear. Here she exercised her veto when Cary chose gold hoops.

“Perfect,” she said, kissing him loudly when he chose large post earrings made of roughly hewn crystal.

“Can I wear a pin on my napel?”

“Lapel,” she corrected. “Yep. Something small and masculine.”

Nori raised a brow when she fixed a small studded frog to the child’s button down over the Lacoste symbol.

“Shall I help you keep an eye on the reptile?” he teased.

“Hell, yeah. Just like Lani; always pick the most expensive thing at hand.”

Nori thoroughly enjoyed lunch. He even enjoyed looking after Cary, carrying him around and cutting his food, wiping the tiny hands and mouth. When a silver haired matron passed their table and complimented him on his beautiful wife and child, he dimpled and said, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Busy with coconut sorbet, Cary commented, “She thought you were my daddy.”

“No harm done,” he told the child. “I may have a little boy like you one day.” And he looked right at Margot as he said it.

She toasted him with her Arnold Palmer.

Later he wondered what the hell had gotten into him. He’d never in his entire life mentioned having children around a woman he was dating. But as soon as he said it, he got an image of a little boy not unlike Cary who called him daddy and held out tiny arms to be lifted and cuddled.

What was he thinking? What did he know of cuddling? After his mother died, he’d barely seen his old man; he was shipped off to boarding school as soon as it was decent.

Did men have a biologically clock? Perhaps his was ticking, making the idea of a little Nori – created with Margot – appealing.

He should be thinking about her promise to turn him into a baby, not siring one of his own. He barely recognized himself. Not wanting to go out, ignoring his friends, leaving work early. She was turning him into a schmoo.

He’d heard Tommy use the word to describe one her client’s henpecked husbands who she felt sorry for. He opened his mouth to ask Margot if she thought he was a schmoo, then realized if he did so he definitely would be one. Christ. He’d completely lost his shit. Even scarier? He didn’t really care.

He didn’t want to see his friends. He didn’t want to go out. He didn’t want to work as much, at least not in the office. His staff had already grown used to emailing him everything and calling when they needed to speak with him urgently. He was now the king of the three minute phone call and the even faster, shorter email follow up.

Cary abandoned his Legos and came to the couch, arms raised. Nori obligingly picked him up. The child picked up the remote and flipped channels until he came to cartoons. He settled down at Nori’s side without a word, and staring down at the little dude, Nori felt something in him settle, and he went back to his work.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Baby had just picked up Cary a few minutes before. He’d settled back to work, expecting Margot to bury herself in all things jewelry for a few uninterrupted hours. He looked up from his laptop when he heard the subtle click of her camera phone, one brow raised, a smile playing across his lips before his eyes returned to his computer.

“Is this your way of saying you’re tired of me working and want to go to bed?”

“Have I ever tried to stop you from working?”

“No,” he admitted. “I’ve been half waiting for you to, but, you never have.”

“No.” She drifted closer to the couch. “And I won’t. I,” she swallowed, her eyes falling from his.

He scowled, putting the machine aside and reaching for her hands. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing,” she stopped again. “I, I wanna – shit.” She sighed and tugged her hands free, began to pace the length of the sofa in front of him.

She held out her traffic cop hand when he made to rise, and he subsided, folding his arms across his chest.

“Just, hear me out, okay? Just, listen, and don’t say anything until I finish. Okay?”

Nori stared. She looked nervous, which was new. “Okay.”

“I, I do think you’re beautiful.” She scratched her head. “I’ve watched women stop in their tracks to watch you come into a room. They watch that tall, muscular body fold itself in and out of chairs, watch your big hands hold doors and coffee cups. They hold their breath and watch with the greediest fucking eyes when you laugh just so they don’t miss seeing the column of your throat when you tilt back your head.

“If they knew how good you were in bed, that the promise of all that external beauty is real,” she offered him a short laugh. “I’d probably have to recruit Reiko, Steele and the rest of my girls to help me pull the ice picks out of my back.”

He grinned, but it faded. She looked so serious. What was she up to?

“I know you feel something for me. Don’t move,” she insisted, when he made to rise. “Just hear me out.” She rubbed a trembling hand over her cheek. “I can see it when you look at me. I can feel it when you touch me, when you sit next to me on the couch, and we work together in perfect silence,” her voice broke, and he sat up straighter.

“I don’t need a full confession. I know when a man feels something for me. And I feel something for you too. But, but I need, I need to know,” she whispered, sagging onto the couch and falling right into his waiting arms.

“Need to know what? That I care?” he whispered. “I do. Too much. I’m so glad you’re upset, Margot.”

She reared back to eye him indignantly and he laughed.

“No, I’m not happy you’re unhappy. I’m just glad to know that you’re being eaten up by the same angst that’s been tearing my mind to shreds like cheap fabric.”

“Everything comes back to clothes with you,” she teased.

“Well,” he nuzzled behind her ear to make her shiver. “I am a purveyor of luxury goods. I should think you’d be happy my focus is so, singular.” He pulled her closer, letting her feel the growing erection beneath her butt. His hands meandered over her body, closing unerringly around her breast and her neck as he turned her for his mouth.

“Why this sudden upset? What happened to make you doubt me all of a sudden?”

“Your father called me.”

His hands clenched hard on her soft flesh and she winced. “I’m sorry, darling. Aro called you today? Why?”

“He wanted to apologize, and he wanted to meet me to talk, but I told him he’d need to make those kind of arrangements with you, to include you. I’m sorry. Maybe that wasn’t the right thing, but I don’t trust him, Nori. And I’m not giving him another chance to be rude to me. Fool me once, and all that,” she shrugged, half quoting the famous cliché.

“No, of course. You did the right thing. What the fuck is he playing at?”

He hadn’t heard a peep out of his father since that aborted meeting at his gym. Now he was calling Margot to ask her out for coffee without him? He was up to something. Aro never did anything without having considered three moves ahead of every possible outcome.

Margot snuggled deeper into his arms, and his arms tightened as he realized she was seeking comfort. She was feeling insecure, and it was all his father’s fault. Now that her anger from that silly dinner had faded, the questions were forming. If his father had been close he’d have decked him.

“Maybe I should have said yes, heard him out, I don’t know. I –”

“Shhh. You did the right thing,” he repeated. “Always follow your first mind. Isn’t that what Tommy’s always saying?” he teased, kissing her eye, her nose, her cheek. “And of course I feel something for you. Something wonderful, and horrible, and wonderful. Duh. I adore you. I’ve practically moved in, without being asked, I might add, and I can’t keep my hands off you.”

A teary, incongruously unconfident little face looked into his, and he felt his heart clench in sympathy. It was one thing to feel unsure himself, but something else to see it in her. He hated it. He wanted to smash her uncertainly into nothing.

“I’m more than half way to being completely, ridiculously in love with you,” he admitted. “And you know it. You can feel it when I touch you.” He stroked her face, traced her weepy eyes with his thumbs. “You can see it when I look at you, hear it in my voice when I say your name. No one could ever influence or change how I feel, Margot. Not even my father. Only you can do that. What I feel for you,” he shook his head. “It’s true and undeniable. It’s,” he paused, and a smile flirted with the corner of his sensuous mouth. “Ineffable.”