TAMED: #2 in the Fit Trilogy (8 page)

He smacked until she came, her back arching off the floor. A long stream of swearing mixed with “Oh, god! Oh god! Oh god!” echoed off the high ceilings of his condo. He stopped with the smacks and started rubbing her pussy, doing it harder as she came again. She held her ankles the whole time. He’d see in the morning if she’d bruised her own skin.

Before she could come back to herself completely, Armando yanked her off the floor and brought her over to the couch. He nearly fell onto the cushions, impressed that she managed to get her footing and stand still until he instructed her what to do next. But he didn’t have any instructions this time. He tore the condom wrapper open and slipped the sheath on. Then he pulled her onto his lap.

Nailah sank onto his cock, her slick, swollen cunt welcoming him home. It was his turn to moan. He’d been wanting this all week, wanting to be inside her again, wanting her luscious tits with their tight brown tips bouncing inches away from his face. Armando pulled her arms behind her back, gathering both her small wrists in one of his larger hands. She tossed her head back, almost in offering, and it would have been plain rude for him not to accept.

There was no need to slow her bouncing. He could suck her nipples and pound away all at the same time. So he did. First one then the other, pulling each breast deep into his mouth until he knew the suction edged close to pain.

Fuck, the noises she made. The screams and the cries, his name over and over, all jumbled together as she tried to hold on to him. But he had her.

He pulled her closer, his hand buried deep in her hair. Her wrists were still trapped behind her back.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted all night?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

Her failed response only made him fuck her harder. “What was that?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“That’s what I thought. You wanted this all night, huh? And you were pissed at me because I didn’t give it to you right away.”

“No, Sir.”

“No?”

“No, Sir,” she sobbed again. “I just wanted you with me.”

“I’m with you now. And I’m not letting you go.” Just words, he told himself. Just for tonight. She’s not yours. “Are you my girl?”

“Yes.”

“Are you my girl? Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir. Oh my god. Fuck. Yes. I’m your girl. I’m your girl.”

It wasn’t time yet, he had miles to go, but those simple words shot down his spine right to his balls and he filled that condom, filled Nailah’s swollen pussy with everything he had. Armando knew for a fact he’d never come that hard before in his life.

Nailah could feel Armando’s eyes on her as she moved around the bedroom. She had to get home. At the very least, her mother would expect her for Sunday dinner. She also had some work she wanted to knock out. Or so she told herself. Really, she knew she was in danger of developing some serious feelings for the naked man lying a few feet away from her. Being around him was too much, too intoxicating. She had to put some distance between them before she became addicted.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice still thick from sleep.

“Good, but sore.”

“Sore or in pain?”

“Definitely just sore.” Nailah turned around and smiled at him. “I’m fine.”

“Come here.”

She really had to go and she didn’t think it was a good idea to spread her thighs again. That was the sorest part, but she could handle another quickie.

Nailah crawled across the sheets and kissed Armando on the mouth.

“I don’t think your family needs to see you in this,” he said, as he reached around her neck. She moved her hair so he could unfasten the collar.

“Shit. I completely forgot I had that on. Did it leave a mark?”

Armando looked closer, touching her skin. Goosebumps broke out all over her body. “Nah. It’s a little pink, but that’s probably just because the skin’s so warm.”

Nailah swallowed, as if that would clear away the effect Armando had on her. Then she went back to getting dressed.

“So you live at home with your parents?”

“Sort of. I live in the pool house. I like to say it’s ’cause my parents don’t charge me rent, but really my dad is a bit overprotective and old school, and I’m not ready to have the whole ‘I’m moving away’ argument with him yet.”

“Hey, the free rent part sounds pretty good to me. I sold a kidney for the down payment on this place.”

“It’s nice, but it could use a little personality.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Nailah pulled on her bra, then paused to look around. “It’s very Spartan in here. Great bed and all. I like the built-in you added in the bathroom, but overall it lacks warmth. You’re a warm guy. Your place should reflect that.”

“You think I’m warm?”

Nailah shrugged as she scrunched up her nose. “I guess you’re okay.”

“Thanks. I’ll take that.”

“I can fix it up for you. At a cost, of course.”

“I’m all for the fair exchange for goods and services.”

“I’ll work something up.”

“Great. When can I see you again? Outside of the gym.”

Nailah was wondering the same thing. They were sticking with their workouts and, per Armando’s request, when they were in the gym it was about the weights and cardio and nothing else. But Nailah thought about him all the time. She liked being around him, even when he pissed her off.

“A bunch of us are going to Vegas next weekend,” Nailah said before she could stop herself.
 
“You can be my plus one.”

“Driving or flying?”

“Psssht, flying. What kind of peasant do you take me for?” It wasn’t a bad drive, but why waste the hours in the car when you could spend them partying poolside?

“I have a few clients on Saturday, but I could meet you up there.”

“That works. I’ll call you when I know the rest of the details.”

“Great.” Armando hopped out of bed, still naked as the night before. Nailah turned away to keep from staring at his ass or his semi-erect cock. He dressed in a fraction of the time it took her to get ready then walked her out to the car. He kissed her goodbye again and told her to call him if the soreness turned into anything else. She promised she would.

She got home right as her parents arrived from church. Just a quick shower, she told her mom, and then she’d join them for some lunch. Her mother only had a few questions about her night. Nailah passed the quiz with flying colors, but when her mom told her to hurry and gave her an affectionate pat on the butt, Nailah fucked up and flinched.
 

Her mother noticed.

✶

Armando was wasting time between sessions, staring at his computer screen. He’d finally uploaded the pictures he took of Nailah two weeks before. She’d decided to stick with
kinklife.com, with her fake profile. Their friendship had been confirmed, but so far no relationship statuses added. He was trying to decide whether or not to tag her in the picture, or add a caption. What could he say about her?

Grant came into their cramped office, singing to himself. Armando wished he could be that carefree with his lovesickness.

“You still pouting?” Grant asked. “I thought you guys made up the night of the party.”

“Yeah and we’ve been talking and shit, but I feel like I’m out of some sort of loop. She hates when I flirt with her. Through text, over the phone, whatever. If I even try it she shoots me down.”

“She just might not be that kind of girl.”
 

“Yeah, but then she freaked when she thought I wasn’t paying attention to her at the party. I can’t tell if she just doesn’t like being ignored. If she wants me, ya know, just when I’m around. Or if she wants me all the time. Or
how
she really wants me.”

“Ask her.”

“I can’t! When we’re not in scene or coming down from one, it’s almost impossible to have a normal conversation with her. She’s such a...”

“A dick?” Grant laughed. Armando had called Grant’s last girlfriend a dick on a daily basis, so he wasn’t offended.

“Not like Arianna, but she’s kind of a dick and she cuts deep. Even when we’re in a scene she talks so much shit.”

“And you love it.”

“Fuuuuck. I do. What is wrong with me?”

“Come on, man. You know.”

He did, but Armando wasn’t ready to admit it to himself yet. Not yet. “She won’t go for a grand gesture.”

“Then skip it. Judging by how pissed she was, I’m pretty sure she’s digging you, but if she needs time and her own kind of space, give it to her. Are you in some sort of hurry?”

“No, I guess not. I just don’t remember it being this difficult.”

Grant fixed him with a hard stare.

“What?”

“Let’s go back. A young Armando age twenty-six finds himself hopelessly in love with a Mistress Cowley—”

“Fuck that. That lady got all in my head and I’d been in the scene for all of five minutes.”

“And Nailah’s been at this how long...?”

“Man, fuck you with your valid points.” Armando hunched forward on the desk as Grant burst out laughing. He came over and looked at the picture of Nailah on the screen.

“Is that her?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. Give that woman all the time she needs. From the look of things, she’s worth it.”

Armando knew Grant was right, no matter what he saw in that picture. She was completely worth it.

✶

What’s this guy do again?” Shelly asked. The rest of Nailah’s friends were already inside the restaurant. When Armando called from the airport to say that he’d landed, she figured it would be easier to meet him in the lobby of the hotel instead of him picking his way through the crowds to find them. Plus, she wanted ten seconds alone with him before she introduced him to her friends. Too bad Shelly wouldn’t let her leave the table alone.

“He owns the gym where I work out. He trains me too. And his name’s Armando, not This Guy.”

“Calm down. We’ll all call him by his name. It is serious or just banging?”

Nailah made a dismissive, non-committal noise. “Don’t know yet, but I figured he’d keep me distracted once RJ and Meena get liquored up. Or more liquored up.”

“Oh god. Did you see them at the pool?”

“Everyone saw them at the pool.”

Shelly offered a dramatic shudder. “Sick.”

Before Shelly could ask any more questions, Armando came striding out from the bank of elevators.

“This is him.” Nailah stood a little straighter, but managed not to fix her hair or smooth down her dress as he came closer. He just looked so good, wearing crisp, dark gray slacks and a matching suit jacket. The white button-up shirt he had on underneath was open, showing off a bit of that chest hair Nailah loved. The sides of his hair were freshly shaved, and long strands on top were perfectly slicked back. Nailah swallowed and forced herself to relax.

“Oh my god. He’s hotter than Kalli,” Shelly said. “And who was that guy before him?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“You are not lying. This one’s the hottest by far–Hi!”

“Hey!” Armando said back, even though he looked completely confused by Shelly’s enthusiasm. Nailah covered her mouth as she snorted. Then she straightened up once she realized Armando wasn’t alone. His friend Daniel was with him. Daniel was kind enough to distract Shelly so Nailah could hug the only person she actually wanted to see this weekend. Still, Nailah wondered why Daniel was there. They did their introductions, then headed into EIG8T, the steakhouse Shelly’s boyfriend had picked for dinner.

“Planning to ditch me again?” Nailah muttered, as she let Armando take her hand. He stopped walking and pulled her around to face him as Daniel followed Shelly to the table. Nailah managed not swoon against his chest when he touched her cheek. Damn, she was getting soft.

“There will be no ditching. His mom lives here. He’s just tagging along for a bit. Besides, Daniel knows how to take care of himself. I’m all yours.”

“Hmm. Okay. You look really good right now.”

“Thank you. You look beautiful. As always,” he replied with that devastating smile that tore up her insides.

“I would have kissed you back there—”

“I get it. Just meeting the friends. We don’t need to suck face in front of them.”

“No. This lipstick is just really tacky,” Nailah said, gesturing to the red tint on her lips. “It would be all over your mouth.”

“I see.”

“Later.”

“Sounds good to me. Let’s go join them.”

Dinner went as well as could be expected. Other than Meena blatantly flirting with Armando in front of RJ, and Mario rudely asking Daniel about how he lost his hand. When Daniel responded with, “I’ll just say it’s never a good idea to play with explosives,” that shut Mario right up. But other than those few unnecessarily awkward moments, Armando definitely charmed her friends. Nailah was glad she’d invited him.

After dinner, they planned to go to a rooftop club where RJ had booked a table and bottle service, but there was some debate about killing time with some more pre-partying. Meena had stopped at the liquor store on their way from the airport, but the drinks by the pool and the drinks with dinner and the drinks to come weren’t nearly enough. It was still a little early to head to the club. They wanted to wait for the crowd to build a little, so they decided to let their food settle with a few more drinks back at Meena and RJ’s room.

“I have something for you in
my
room,” Armando said, as they waited for the elevators. “If you want to come with me for a sec.”

“Uh, sure.”

After Daniel assured them he was in good hands, Nailah told Shelly she’d meet her back at the suite so they could change for the club. They hopped off on ten while their friends continued up to the higher floors. Armando’s room was just a short walk down the hall. He keyed them in, then led her right over to the bed where he handed her a small gift bag.

He sat down as Nailah rifled through the bit of tissue paper hiding the goods. She pulled out a little box. It was a remote controlled vibrating egg in “satin black”. There was also a little bottle of lube.

“I thought we could have some fun tonight with that, when we hit the town,” Armando said.

“Are we on now? Are the games beginning?”