The Darkness Within Him: The Untwisted series (6 page)

With my eyes averted out of pure embarrassment at the shocking words coming out of my mouth, it was hard to judge his reaction, but it seemed like Nicholas was completely still and silent next to me for an eternity, to the point where I sighed before standing to leave.

A gentle hand on my wrist stopped me. ‘Raise your eyes, Rebecca,’ Nicholas instructed softly, now standing up next to me. And as if under his spell, I immediately did as he asked.

See? I could follow instructions … sometimes.

‘I like to see your eyes, so green, so beautiful.’ Raising a hand, Nicholas stroked my cheek gently. He sighed as he did so, and I watched as a mix of emotions flooded across his face.

‘The dominant thing isn’t negotiable, Rebecca. It’s who I am, it’s all I’ve ever known … but you have no idea how much I want to have sex with you again … and for some reason you now tell me you want that too …’ Nicholas paused, running his free hand over his chin as he considered the situation. ‘What a conundrum …’ he murmured. Then, with no warning whatsoever, the hand on my cheek moved to the back of my head, knotted through my hair, and dragged my head toward his lips.

Off we went, then!

‘Don’t punish me,’ I implored in what I hoped was a stern tone before our lips met for a kiss that nearly had my head rolling off my shoulders from its level of passion.

Gosh, he really was such a good kisser.

‘Do as I ask, Rebecca, and I won’t need to punish you,’ he muttered hotly against my mouth, making me shudder with exhilaration.

Holy shit,
this was really happening! My body was awash with emotions: this was so scary and somehow so freaking hot at the same time that I was hugely turned on already and all he had done was kiss me. It was like Nicholas was able to flick a switch inside me that no other man had ever discovered, and regardless of how illicit it might have been, I absolutely loved the feelings he was stirring within me.

Abruptly tearing his lips from mine, Nicholas now seemed to loom over me and he breathed heavily as he ran his eyes over me. ‘Come with me. I need to get you naked, Rebecca.’

OK
, there was certainly no misunderstanding that statement. Breathing deeply while I had the chance, I took his hand with my trembling fingers and let Nicholas lead me from the music room. He headed across the landing toward a corridor I hadn’t been to before and then through a door into a darkened room. When he flicked a switch next to the door, the room was lit with the soft glow of wall lights and I saw that we were in a huge master bedroom.

Continuing to suck air into my struggling lungs, I could detect the familiar smell of his aftershave in the air – spicy and musky, possibly with an undertone of pine in it, and a complete turn-on for me. It merely added to my heightened state of arousal.

My eyes swept around the room. Like the other parts of the house I had seen, the furniture and decor seemed to be expensive and tastefully done. A gigantic four-poster bed sat in the centre of the room; it was made up with pure white sheets but the black wrought iron frame somehow seemed to scream of the illicit things he could do in here. It was just a normal bed but there were so many bars and finials in the frame’s design to tie me to that the possibilities seemed endless …

Choking on my thoughts, I distracted myself by looking around and noticed all the walls were neutral colours, but the rest of the furniture was a deep wood, so dark it almost looked black. The effect of the white sheets and walls together with the black furniture made the room feel rather oriental somehow, but neutral enough to fit what I had expected of Nicholas’ bedroom.

As I turned, I found him watching me intently, the look in his hooded eyes one of pure, unadulterated hunger. Hunger for me, I realised, and immediately I flushed again. Why the hell couldn’t I control my cheeks!

‘Come here,’ he commanded in a low tone, and I immediately began to wobble my way toward him on jellified legs. Being a confident, independent woman, I really shouldn’t have liked being told what to do like this, but Nicholas’ salacious orders seemed to appeal to some primal part of me and I just couldn’t help but comply.

I pondered this as I crossed the room because it was an odd sensation for me. I’d always been quite aloof in relationships, happy to be the one setting the boundaries and never particularly bothered when they ended, but with Nicholas I
wanted
to please him and I wasn’t sure why. Almost laughing out loud, I realised it was probably because I hoped that if he was happy then in return he might use his supreme sexing skills to make me happy too. I’m sure you get my drift.

Apparently, Nicholas Jackson had managed to bring out my hidden hussy once again.

‘I would like to begin by undressing you, Rebecca; I seem to recall we skipped this part last time,’ he commented softly, his tone somehow putting me at ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be so different to my previous sexual encounters after all.

‘Such beautiful eyes. Let me look at you.’ His blazing stare didn’t leave mine as he reached down and began to undo my jeans without so much as a glance. He’d clearly done that before. Unfastened, my jeans slid down the overheated skin of my legs and crumpled around my ankles. ‘Step out of them and kick them to the side,’ Nicholas instructed me in a husky voice and I did as I was told, luckily not getting tangled up and not saying anything because, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to talk, or even capable of speech in my highly aroused state.

Ever so slowly, Nicholas reached out and began to unbutton my shirt. I was hugely overexcited by this point, my breathing coming in jagged pulls, and I closed my eyes for a second to try and recover myself so I didn’t look like a blathering idiot.

Before I knew it, Nicholas had me turned around and I felt a hard, stinging slap to my right buttock.
Ow
! Pulling me sharply against him so my back was pressed to his front, he leant around and nipped my neck with his teeth before whispering in my ear, ‘Eyes open, Rebecca, you know my rule on that. I won’t tell you again.’

Jeez, eyes open. OK, I must remember that.

‘Sorry,’ I muttered, because it seemed the right thing to do and, in response, he placed several kisses on my neck while his hand gently massaged my smarting behind, before reaching around me where he continued to undo the last of my shirt buttons.

Still standing behind me, he pressed his stomach against me and a thrill ran through my body as I felt the hard length of his erection digging into my lower back. Placing his hands on my waist, Nicholas then proceeded to run a teasing trail up my sides to the shirt collar where he took hold and slowly started to pull it off me, peeling it lazily down my shoulders and arms until just the cuffs remained.

Taking me completely by surprise, he suddenly did something to the shirt that had my hands trapped behind my back … I supposed he must have twisted the material while my wrists were still in the sleeve cuffs. Whatever he did, it well and truly trapped my hands, and I stood helpless with my breasts jutting forward as Nicholas stalked back around to stand in front of me.

‘That should stop you fidgeting while I examine your rather lovely underwear,’ he commented lightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Trailing his gaze across my already heated skin, I watched as Nicholas’ pupils dilated further and a sigh escaped him. His obvious appreciation of me merely added to my arousal, and I squeezed my thighs together as I felt myself start to throb and moisten further. I glanced quickly down and was so pleased I had made the effort to pick out nice lacy underwear tonight before leaving the house.

‘You have a fabulous body, Rebecca,’ Nicholas murmured thickly, his eyes roving over me while his hands stayed firmly at his sides as if he were allowing himself to look but not touch.

I began to squirm on the spot. How was it possible to get this turned on from just a look?

Finally, he put me out of my misery by stepping closer and placing his hands on my waist, rubbing soothing circles on my exposed flesh and sending electric tingles cascading across my skin. One hand began the ascent to my bra and I couldn’t help but moan softly as his fingers finally made contact with my breast. Slowly, his other hand joined in as he massaged and kneaded at my sensitive flesh through the lace of my bra, making me shudder with desire.

Suddenly, he reached around behind my back and tugged me against him, finding my mouth with his and invading it with his probing tongue. His kiss was fierce but passionate and I found myself longing to touch him, run my hands through his hair, pull him closer, but I couldn’t because my hands were still caught in my damn shirt.

Nicholas undid my bra with one hand while still demanding access to my mouth with his relentless tongue as mine duelled with his fiercely, unwilling to be dominated just yet. Then he tugged the right cup of my bra down over my breast and rubbed the heel of his hand up against my nipple, skin on skin, causing it to pucker and harden under his touch as I gasped against his lips.

My body’s keen response seemed to spur Nicholas on because I felt his thumbs tuck into the waistband of my knickers, then suddenly his lips weren’t on mine any more because he’d bent down and slipped off my underwear in one fluid movement.

Rising, he placed a brief, chaste kiss on the small strip of hair at the apex of my thighs, making me gasp again, before standing fully and immediately claiming my mouth with his. His right hand continued rubbing circles across my belly, travelling ever lower until his palm rubbed across my pubic hair. My stomach clenched. I could barely focus; his lips were ravaging mine but his fingers began to work their way ever lower until …

‘Oh God, Nicholas …’ I cried out softly as his fingers lazily circled my already pulsing clitoris.

‘Shh,’ he admonished me quietly, his fingers slipping first down one side of my wet lips and then the other, and I felt a hint of embarrassment at just how soaked I must be now. But when he dipped one finger inside me, those thoughts vanished and it took all my remaining self-control not to scream out with pleasure. Briefly, he pulled back, and I saw him release a hissed breath through his teeth before he sank a second finger inside me.

It felt so good that I couldn’t believe I would ever get enough of this man.

‘So ready, Rebecca. You certainly are keen,’ he observed with a dark smile as his fingers began to move expertly in and out of me, rubbing exactly the right spots and making my legs rubbery beneath me within seconds.

After hardly any time at all, my body was building toward a release, but as if sensing my imminent climax, Nicholas pulled his fingers out of me and smothered my attempt at a protest with a firm kiss to my lips. Drawing back, he examined me intently before lifting his hand and placing one of his fingers in his mouth, sucking it with obvious pleasure.

Holy shit,
that finger had just been inside me … That was really
pervy
, but somehow really hot too, and I watched in fascination as his eyes dilated with pleasure.

‘Mmm, you taste as good as I thought you would, Rebecca,’ Nicholas murmured before offering me his other damp finger. ‘Suck,’ he ordered softly and I felt my eyes widen as I realised what he wanted me to do. Glancing at his hand, I swallowed. I could see my own excitement glistening on his skin and couldn’t decide if I found the idea gross or unbelievably hot.

‘Taste yourself, Rebecca,’ he instructed in a firmer tone, and so I did. Well, it was only a bit of my bodily fluid after all.

Running my tongue around Nicholas’ finger was so ridiculously arousing my groin started to throb almost painfully. I could taste myself on his skin, salty and warm, and as I sucked harder on his finger, I saw a dark grin spreading on his face. ‘Tastes good, yes?’ he murmured, before somehow reaching round, freeing my wrists, and removing my bra in a matter of seconds.

‘Lie on the bed, facing up,’ Nicholas commanded huskily. As I crawled onto the sheets, I was grateful to be off of my wobbly legs into a more comfortable position. As I turned my gaze back to him, I saw to my surprise that he had already removed his shirt and was now gracefully stepping out of his jeans too.

Sucking in a breath, I swallowed appreciatively. My goodness, did this man have a great body: toned and defined muscles and a soft covering of hair in all the right places. My eyes bulged as I took in his straining erection, but I reminded myself that it had managed to fit last time without pain, so regardless of my concern, we were obviously compatible in that department.

‘I enjoy being touched, but for tonight I want to explore your body, Rebecca. You’ll get your chance to reciprocate, but not now, so no touching me, OK?’ I nodded mutely, my body way too far gone to argue anyway. ‘If you break that rule I will punish you, do you understand?’ Nicholas warned.

Wow
 … OK, there’s the dreaded P-word again – not something I was particularly happy about hearing, but I nodded. At least he’d warned me, I supposed. All I had to do was not touch him and I’d be fine. Although seeing how he held some kind of magnetic appeal to me, not touching him might be harder than it first sounded.

He set off on a journey of pure and utter torturous delight. His lips and fingers skimmed, kissed, plucked, and rubbed all over my trembling body, and I only managed to keep my twitching fingers at bay by clutching great handfuls of the sheet on either side of me and gripping it for dear life.

If being a submissive meant lying back and being pleasured to this extreme then sign me up, because the things Nicholas was doing to me were heavenly.

Unfortunately, from my research I knew there was a good deal more to the whole submissive/dominant thing, potentially including pain, but thanks to his skilled touch I didn’t let that thought linger in my mind for too long.

When Nicholas’ head finally dropped between my legs and his tongue made contact with my most private of areas I completely forgot myself and grasped a handful of his hair as I let out a keen cry.

Almost instantly, his head was up and I found myself being flipped onto my stomach before a sharp slap rained down on my buttock, followed almost instantly by another and then a third.