Sweet Desire (Tales of Dystopian Decadence Book 2) (6 page)

When my body finally settled down against the bed, no longer twitching with excitement, he kissed the insides of my thighs once more. “You deserved that,” he murmured. “I cannot wait to be inside you again and really take my time so I can feel you on every inch of me.”

It wasn't too difficult to grant him that request, as I sagged back against the bed, my knees weak. Goodness knew I had no reason to protest another possibility to come, to feel that wild elation. He rose to his feet and I watched with hungry eyes as he unzipped his pants. For the first time I saw his cock – long and thick and perfectly erect. As I waited, Nicholas inserted the head of his penis inside me. He moved very slowly, inch by inch, until he was only just past my entrance. Frustration and need thrummed through me, and I wriggled impatiently. What I wanted was for him to sink himself all the way into me
now
. The promised wall-banging seemed like the best idea ever…

“We need to establish some ground rules,” he said, running his hands up along my sides and holding me in place. “The first rule is I’m in charge here. If I tell you to do something, you will do it. Do you understand?” He started a shallow pace of thrusts.

“Yes,” I whispered, arching toward him.

“It’s for your own good. The second rule is you may not question my orders. Understood? Everything I tell you to do is either for your pleasure or for your protection.” His cock slipped out of me and he stroked it up, over, and along my sensitive cleft.

I whimpered and squirmed again, trying to guide it back inside me. “What you’re doing is unfair,” I said with a gasp.

“Yes, it is, but I need you to obey without question. Tell me you understand.”

“Yes!” I shouted, raising my head to glare at him. “I understand!”

He grinned and his hands tightened at my waist. “Getting impatient, aren’t you? I need someone who can control her impulses.”

With a growl, I squeezed my eyes shut and relaxed my body. He continued to tease me by gliding his warm, rigid member along my skin, and though I trembled and whimpered softly, I did not demand more.

“Very good,” he praised me.

As soon as those words left his mouth, he draped my legs over his arms and plunged into me. The sensation of him filling me, ramming deep inside me, tore a cry from my lips. It continued over and over, and I thought I would go senseless with the ecstasy of it. His cock was right here it needed to be, as far as I was concerned, his hands anchoring me in place so all I could do was take it.

Nicholas' gaze fastened on me lying there in my plaid uniform as he hammered into my depths. “So tight and warm,” he said between gasps. “I want you to want me, Violet, and I want to do this forever.” He slowed...

“No,” I whined, and thrust my hips against him. My fingers clutched at the blankets as I demanded, “More! Don’t you dare stop!”

“Ah, but who is the dominant and who is the submissive?” he asked. His hands stroked up over my breasts, along my neck, then the sides of my face. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge and then he would slow, backing me away from it. “You finally belong to me now. You come only when I allow you to.”

So that was his game? Oh dear…

“I’m going to spend every day fucking you as long and hard as I can, Violet. I hope you’re ready for me.” Those torturous strokes sped up once again, this time ramming into me so hard, he hit the very back of my pussy. “Come for me and I will make sure your cunt is overflowing with my cream.”

It was the dirtiest thing anyone had ever said to me, and also the hottest. What little control I had was gone the moment he spoke those words. My body shuddered and contracted around him.
I belonged to him and so did my pleasure.
Then Nicholas gave a groan and his warm seed shot inside me. He remained poised above me, his gaze locked onto mine. As our labored breathing calmed, he settled on the bed behind me and drew me back against him. Our eyes closed and we fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms, only to wake up an hour later to do it again. And again.

The dishes could definitely wait.

Chapter 7

The nights grew increasingly longer as the Alaskan winter settled across the tundra, until the forsaken land existed in perpetual dusk. I imagined anyone else, especially someone isolated and alone, might have gone crazy. Part of me wondered how Nicholas had managed to keep any shred of sanity in the fourteen years he’d spent in this deep, dark solitude.

We kept each other warm night after long night. We also stayed busier than I would have ever expected, me on my projects and Nicholas on his. News trickled in and Nicholas seemed more and more hopeful every time he learned something new. Just as the Regime had overthrown him, he believed he could now overthrow the Regime. As much as I hoped for the same thing, I had reservations, especially when he told me Constitutionals were actually moving against the Regime.

“I think it’s wonderful,” I told him one night as he pored over a handful of new messages, while I worked on a new quilt, “but it scares the crap out of me.”

“Why?”

“Well...” I set the knitting needles on the sofa cushions and tilted my head to one side. “First, Adette disappeared right after the DeVille murder. Why? She’s nobody important, but she was matched with his son. Did she do it? Did the son do it and somehow implicate her or get rid of her? It worries me that someone I know is involved. I lost my father – I don’t want to lose a friend or a lover too.”

Nicholas looked down his nose at me, then said, “I realize you’re worried about me, but I’m not the only person in this fight. There’s all kinds of possibilities with our numbers. What if I told you Adette did commit the murder, with Icharus’ help?”

Although my question had been rhetorical, I gaped at him. My chest felt hollow at the thought of my dear friend harming – killing – another living creature, even one as vile as a Regime supporter. “But why would she do such a thing?”

“She wanted revenge. Don’t you know how your friend ended up at that school?”

The way he peered at me gave me a chill and I shook my head. “I thought she was a legacy student, admitted because her mother attended the school.”

“Adette’s mother was both a well-known courtesan and fairly vocal Constitutionalist. DeVille had her assassinated for her views. Knowing the headmistress and her strategy, not to mention the information I’ve come by, I’m pretty sure Adette was placed with Icharus for the sole purpose of killing his father and giving the revolution a fighting chance.”

“So she’s a fugitive from the Regime now?” I pressed my fingers to my lips. This meant death for Adette if they ever found her, death to my dear friend. On the one hand, I couldn’t blame her for her actions. Even knowing just a bit of the story, I also knew Regime supporters were a sadistic group. Still, as courtesans we should have been immune to the problems of politics. We should have been able to simply hang on a man’s arm, feel wanted by him, pretend our world’s problems did not exist…

“That’s probably why you haven’t heard from her,” he said, pulling me from my thoughts. “But she’s not just a fugitive. She’s a catalyst for change.” He waved the sheaf of papers at me. “From Washington to L.A., people are rising up against the Regime. All it took was DeVille’s death to incite that change, underground at first, but I see more each day. Your friend isn’t the murderer or traitor the Regime will paint her as. She’s a hero and as we move against the Regime, everyone will know the truth.”

Something in his eyes made me catch my breath and the chill took hold of me once more. I wrapped my arms around myself and whispered, “What are you going to do?”

“Whatever I have to do,” he answered.

I lowered my gaze to the floorboards and tapped my toes against them. My father would have joked, “Them’s fighting words,” but I knew they were no joke coming from Nicholas. Something told me he was going to leave me to take part in the fight himself, and that it would happen very, very soon.

“What am
I
going to do?” I asked. I could do anything he wanted of me – patch up wounded rebels, carry messages, even hold a gun. Hell, I could use one if I really had to…

“Nothing.”

I looked back up at him. “
Nothing
?”

“Of course. You may have quite a few dogs in this fight, but you won’t be up there on the front lines with me. It’s too dangerous.”

“Front lines!” I yelped.

“Calm down, Violet.” He moved to sit next to me and pulled me into his embrace. My ear rested against his chest, where the steady thump of his heart did nothing to comfort me. “There will be a war. Yes, there has to be a war. It’s already started. In fact, it never really ended.”

“But you lost the war last time.”

“We had powerful enemies who knew how to strike at my heart last time. This time, the people are seeing that they themselves have the power. They are the ones who decide, and they want me back as president.” With one hand, he stroked my hair. “I know it’s a dangerous game, but don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

My fingers dug into his shirt and I tried to stop my heart from racing. “Will you go back to the states? Do you plan to leave me here where it’s safe?”

“I haven’t quite figured everything out yet, but when I do, I will tell you everything.”

That wasn’t comforting, but I decided it was the most I could expect out of him.

For now.

He pulled me into his arms and, for that moment, I felt the kind of warmth and security I had always wanted. Even though the future was uncertain, even though we had only just begun, I tried to appreciate that moment.

“Wait…” I drew back and glared at him. “I just realized how damn old you are.”

“How old I am?”

“You’re 46 now, aren’t you? Don’t you think you’re a little, well, old to be fighting with a bunch of rabble-rousing rebels?”

“Excuse me?” Nicholas’ eyes went so wide, I giggled. “Seriously, Violet, try saying that again ten times fast.”

“Rabble-rousing rebels, rabble-rousing rebels, rab–”

His mouth slanted down against mine, silencing me with a crushing kiss. “You kids today,” he growled when we finally parted. “What are you – 20-years-old?”

“I’m 22, thank you very much.”

“Well, Little Miss 22, let me show you a thing or two about what a man my age can do, especially when he’s been living without sex since before you could talk.” Nicholas rose from the couch, lifting me with him. “You are going to go upstairs, take off your clothes, and kneel beside the bed for me.”

I shivered in his arms, not from the cold, but from those orders. With a nod, I waited until he placed me on the floor, and then walked upstairs to comply. The warm floorboards were hard beneath my knees, but I waited without question, naked and alone in his room. Or had it become our room now?

When Nicholas arrived, I kept my eyes lowered as he walked around me. It was the first time he had done that – really assessed me and stood silent over me. Only this was not his brooding, petulant silence. There was a different quality to this calm moment as he stood beside me, his hand on my head, and his thighs at my shoulder. A blush suffused my face as I realized all I had to do was turn my head for my lips to make contact with his crotch…

“Do you trust me, Violet?” he asked.

“Yes.” The answer was low, nearly a whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t think the headmistress would match me with someone I couldn’t trust.” It was a simple way of thinking. Naïve too, especially after my initial reservations about the match.

He let out a chuckle. “I don’t think you realize yet what a schemer your headmistress is, but you are right. She knows what she’s doing for both her courtesans and her clients. However, I want you to change the reason for your trust and we’re going to start from the beginning. For you to trust me just because I am me, you need to know every choice I make is because I have your best interests at heart. Do you understand?”

I closed my eyes at his words and nodded. For someone who had once been president, he had a surprising knowledge of the language of the Dominant-submissive relationship dynamic. Of course, he had also told me he wanted to pursue it with his wife and she had refused.

“You are giving away your control and your power, and I want you to know I will treat you with respect. So we’re going to play a fun little game right now. Are you ready?”

With a shuddering breath, I said, “I think so.”

“You either are or you aren’t, Violet. Which is it?” His voice was firm, but he didn’t sound angry.

I took another breath and said, “I’m ready.”

“I’m going to give you a rule to follow. It’s a basic one. Day to day, you may still call me Nicholas, but when I tell you to come up here, remove your clothes, and kneel for me, you will call me Sir. You will always answer with ‘yes Sir’ or ‘no Sir,’ or whatever is appropriate at the time. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” Now I felt moisture pooling just at the entrance to my pussy. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it dotted the floor, leaving dark, damp little spots beneath me as I knelt.

“Good girl. Get up on the bed and spread your arms and legs.”

“As you wish, Sir.” I rose to my feet, not at all ashamed of my nudity. Nicholas had done nothing but cherish me since his confession of who he was and I knew in my heart that no harm would come to me as long as I gave him control.

Settling in the middle of the bed, I extended my arms up and out, and spread my legs for him. It was a vulnerable position that left me completely exposed, and for the first time I felt nervous in a sexual situation. Nicholas approached me and ran his hand along my front, down over one breast, across my belly, to my thigh. “Does this bother you?” he asked.

“A little, Sir,” I answered.

“Good. I don’t want you to get too comfortable. I want to play in ways that will test your limits.”

His words made me quiver with both fear and delight.

“You are mine,” he continued, “and I need you to never forget that I am the person who will protect you, who can make all the uncomfortable feelings go away.”

As I watched, he brought a length of rope out from beneath the bed. It looked smooth and new, but I still shrank back a little from it as he approached me. Bondage was one of my soft limits. To me it represented a complete loss of control, instead of giving up that control willingly.

When he saw my reaction, Nicholas set the rope on the bed beside me and stroked my hair away from my face. “I won’t hurt you. You know that.”

“I do, Sir.”

“Then why are you afraid?”

“Because…” I closed my eyes as I worked on formulating my answer.

“Because you don’t trust me,” he said. “Because you want to kneel and submit, but not completely. Not yet. This kind of submission is different than feeling like you still have some control, isn’t it?”

“They taught us…” I stuttered and started again. “They taught us that the submissive has the control.”

“They are right. You do have the control and if you tell me to stop, I will stop.”

I turned my head to look at him, to look deep into those hard, but loving eyes. Did I want him to stop? What would he think of me if I did?

“Violet, I won’t think any less of you for not giving in to this. We don’t need to prove anything to each other. Like I said, tonight is about earning your trust. Whether I earn it by showing you I respect your needs or by showing you there is pleasure to be found in some of the most uncertain places, it doesn’t matter. The point is that I earn it.”

With a deep breath, I steeled my resolve and shook my head. “You have it and I want you to know that, so go ahead. Do it.” I lifted my wrists off the mattress to offer them to him.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure I want to give you everything,” I answered.

With a small smile, Nicholas took the wrist closest to him and looped the rope around it. As he pulled it taut, I expected to feel pain or discomfort, but the rope felt as smooth as it looked, almost like silk. He tied it around one of the posts of the bed and I tested the knot by tugging at the binding. My arm wasn’t going anywhere.

Now I felt more curiosity than fear as I watched him do the same to my other arm, and then both my ankles. The moisture gathering between my legs was almost uncomfortable now, exposed as I was to the air. Would he see it glistening on my pussy? What would he do to me in this position that he couldn’t do to me when I was unbound?

“How does this feel?” he asked when he was done.

“It’s not bad at all, Sir.” I tugged a bit more, but the ropes held fast.

“Good.” He trailed his fingers up the inside of one of my thighs, until I was sure he would glide them over my wet core. But he simply lifted his hand from me and walked back to the head of the bed without another touch. “Now I need you to lift your head for me,” he said.

I did as he asked and watched him extract a piece of cloth from the bedside table.

He turned it over in both hands to show it to me. “I want to blindfold you, Violet. Will you allow this?”

Gulping, I nodded without saying a word. If I was going to give up as much control as I already had, what was a little more? The soft fabric rested over my eyes and then tightened as he knotted it behind my hair. My lips parted as he brushed a kiss across my cheek, feathered his fingers over my nipples, and then drew the back of his hand across my belly.