The Darkness Within Him: The Untwisted series (9 page)

‘If you get yourself tested too we can dispose of them, as long as you’re on some other form of contraception?’ he enquired.

‘I have the contraceptive injection every three months,’ I told him before blushing. ‘And the clinic where I get my smear tests always runs a full sexual health check as standard; mine was all clear when I had it done seven months ago.’

‘Seven months?’ He scowled. ‘Maybe you should get tested again. That’s quite a while, Rebecca,’ he added, surprisingly tactfully considering he normally just said whatever was on his mind.

Maybe seven months was a while for him, but personally, I knew I had nothing to worry about. ‘Um, actually, it’s fine, I haven’t –’ Blushing furiously, I finally met his eyes. ‘You know … I haven’t slept with anyone since that test … only you.’

Open amazement filled his face at my statement and I briefly wondered just how many women he had been through in that time-frame. A shudder ran through me at the thought. On second thoughts, that was something I definitely
didn’t
want to know about Nicholas Jackson.

‘You haven’t slept with anyone for seven months?’ he exclaimed gruffly, but I just blushed an even deeper shade of red.

‘More like just over a year,’ I mumbled, now embarrassed beyond belief and desperately wishing I could dive past him and switch the lights off to hide my burning features, because, believe me, right then I felt like a frigging glow worm.

‘Christ, Rebecca, you’re sex on legs – why the hell not?’ He looked completely stunned by my claim, but I was distracted by his description of me as “sex on legs” and giggled nervously.

I just shrugged as I often do when embarrassed. ‘I finished with my last boyfriend about 13 months ago and was just too busy to look for anyone, I suppose.’ That, plus sex with my ex had been far from thrilling and I wasn’t in a rush to go out and experience any more drab fumbling. I saw Nicholas’ disbelieving look so I explained further. ‘It was about the same time that I got my inheritance from my grandfather and bought my business, so life was pretty hectic for a while. I didn’t have time for dating.’

‘How many people have you slept with before me?’ Nicholas asked suddenly, his eyes boring into mine. This wasn’t exactly a topic I wanted to discuss, but his tone didn’t leave me any room for refusal.

Goodness, this was like a game of truth or dare. Squirming on the spot, I held up two fingers.

‘Just two?’ he whispered, his face both solemn and shocked.

‘Yep. You’re number three,’ I added weakly. I
was not
going to ask for his number. I truly didn’t want to know. His answer would no doubt give me far too much fodder for unnecessary jealousy. Clearly, with his level of skill, Nicholas had had a fair amount of practice in the bedroom and I briefly wondered if he even kept up with his number any more or had simply lost count.

Before I knew what was happening, I found myself spun into Nicholas’ arms and being kissed so deeply I thought my legs would give way. His hand thrust into my hair, trapping my head as his tongue invaded my mouth, claiming mine and ripping the breath from my body with its intensity. From the strength of his response, I could only assume he was quite pleased with my relative inexperience in the bedroom.

After several moments of phenomenal kissing, he raised his blazing eyes. ‘Would you like to take your frustration from work out on me, Rebecca?’ he asked, breaking our lips apart for a brief moment and staring down at me intently.

‘Yes,’ I muttered thickly. More precisely, I wanted him to take me rough and hard enough to make thinking about anything other than him completely impossible, but there was no way I was going to say something as rude as that out loud.

Stepping back, he removed his jacket and placed it on a chair. ‘Would you like to use one of my toys on me?’ He produced a leather thing which looked a lot like a longer, thinner version of a table tennis bat, and caused me to frown. ‘This is a paddle, for spanking. I brought it along in case you needed to let off some steam,’ he explained softly.

Me hit him?
I thought he was the one who did the punishing. ‘Do you normally let people hit you?’ I asked in a confused whisper. A scarily dark look that spoke of something frightening and horrible flashed in his eyes before it was gone, replaced by a neutral expression again.

‘No. But I will make an exception for you if it will make you feel better,’ he said, his tone unreadable and hinting at an underlying something that I was obviously missing.

I didn’t even have to consider it. Hitting him was not something I wanted to do, ever, so I shook my head. ‘No. I just want you.’

Tossing the paddle aside, Nicholas stepped toward me again. ‘As you wish, Rebecca,’ he said, tilting his head to the side. ‘Undress me,’ he instructed.

Undress him? Gosh, this was all very different; normally it was him doing everything to me. Pausing for a second, I realised that was probably Nicholas’ intention: to mix things up a bit so I was too busy thinking about what I was doing to worry about work. If that was his plan, it was certainly working. He had my full attention.

He stood perfectly still for me, and I forced my trembling fingers to undo his pale grey shirt and peel it from his body. I had to look at the buttons to know what I was doing but I was fairly certain that his burning eyes never left me as I did it.

‘Now remove your T-shirt.’ He might not be doing anything to me, but I noticed Nicholas was still keen to give instructions. But I liked being told what to do; it was kind of sexy when he was in charge.

Just as well, really, considering his preference for control, I thought with a small roll of my eyes. As I shook away the thought, my shirt promptly joined his on the chair.

‘My trousers next.’ Nicholas’ hands formed fists at his sides in an apparent effort not to join in.

Feeling braver, I briefly cupped his visible erection through the cloth of his trousers and looked him in the eyes as I gave it a gentle squeeze, running my fingers up and down his length teasingly. A breath hissed from between his lips and his blazing eyes narrowed.

‘Trousers off, Rebecca,’ he reminded me firmly. ‘Otherwise I’ll come in my underwear and I don’t think either of us wants that.’

The realisation that I had so much power over him made me giddy, and with a cheeky grin, I gave him one last teasing squeeze before lowering his zip and beginning to slip off not only his trousers, but his boxers too. Given how excited he was, I had to pull the waistband right out before he finally sprang free, allowing me to lower his clothes.

I drew in a deep breath as I admired his naked form. Nicholas really was a fantastic specimen of a man and I couldn’t help but take a second to run my eyes appreciatively over him while pulling down my tracksuit bottoms and chucking them aside.

‘What would you like to do now, Rebecca?’ he asked seductively.

My choice?
Actually, I’d had such an exasperating day that I just wanted him to sex my brains out, but once again I found I was way too shy to say that, so I shrugged instead, dropping my eyes as a blush heated my cheeks.

Rapidly, Nicholas spun me around and bent me over the bed, landing a stinging slap on my behind that made me shriek in shock. God, it actually felt really good to shout out loud and vent my frustration.

‘Don’t drop your eyes from me,’ he reminded me firmly.

Before I even knew it, I was speaking. ‘Do that again … please,’ I whispered, shocked by my own words. But instead of giving me the slap that I had requested, Nicholas gripped my shoulders, pulled me upright, and turned me to face him.

‘What?’ he demanded, clearly confused by my request for a spanking, which, to be fair, even I was questioning.

‘I … it – it felt good to scream, let off a bit of steam, you know. I just wanted you to spank me one more time,’ I explained sheepishly, staring down at my entwined fingers.

‘You’re very confusing Rebecca, but as you are staring at your hands and therefore breaking my rule yet again, I shall oblige you this time.’

Suddenly, I found myself bent over my bed again and yelling loudly as another, harder slap landed on my arse. Nicholas didn’t stop at one; in fact, he landed a further six slaps to my now stinging behind, each one slightly harder than the last. God, it was crazy but I found it incredibly therapeutic.

After finishing with the slaps, Nicholas held me still with one hand at my neck and slowly pushed first one, then two moistened fingers inside my already slick channel while I was bent forward. God, it felt so good. My heart was pounding from the slaps and now my body seemed alight for him. I wanted him inside me and I realised I’d never felt so wanton. It was like a drug.

He dragged out this sweet torture for several more minutes, and I began to push backwards onto his fingers to increase the pressure, causing him to chuckle softly behind me. Taking my keenness as a prompt to move things on, he slipped his fingers out of my moistness and climbed onto the bed next to me, propping himself up on some pillows and dragging me toward him so I was kneeling next to him and in the perfect position to kiss him, which I promptly did, enjoying the chance to have a little bit of control for a change.

‘Straddle me,’ he ordered darkly. Me on top … this was new too, but I did as instructed before he took hold of my hips, guided my entrance to the tip of his erection, and then pulled me down hard and fast onto his solid length.

‘
Ahhh
!’ I cried out from the pleasure and the deepness of this position, grasping at his chest with my hands. I was literally impaled on him, feeling every inch of his shaft inside me, and it felt divine, especially as we were no longer using the condoms.

‘You control the tempo, Rebecca; use me as you wish,’ he instructed next and so, slightly hesitantly, I began to move on top of him, a combination of pushing myself forward and back at the same time as lifting myself off him and dropping back down. Being in control was exciting, and I enjoyed bringing us both close to orgasm, but what I really wanted was for Nicholas to be slamming into me and relieving the last of my tension.

‘You finish it, Nicholas, I want you to take me …
hard
,’ I whispered, finally plucking up the courage to voice my inner desires. I saw his eyebrow arch, but without a word he shifted me off him and lay me on my back. Then he lifted both of my legs up and knelt facing me so that my legs rested against his chest and my ankles were over his shoulders.

‘As requested this will be hard then, Becky,’ he murmured, ‘
and deep.’
Holding on to my knees to stop me moving and leaning over me so my legs bent back toward my torso, he then pushed into me so hard that I yelled out loud. Fuck, it was even deeper than before, and just what I had needed.

In this intense position, it only took about a minute of Nicholas’ pounding onslaught to bring us both to a loud and brutal climax before he eased himself out of me and pulled me into his arms.

‘Frustration relieved?’ he asked softly against my damp temple several seconds later, but all I could do was nod against his chest, sigh quietly, and blush beetroot red.

‘It felt so good to fuck you without a condom,’ he muttered hotly into my hair, causing me to agree with an appreciative moan. How he managed to sound so freaking sexy when he was being that crude I had no idea, but he did, and I loved it.

After a while, Nicholas gently removed me from his arms and headed into the bathroom, leaving me feeling decidedly unsure what to do now. I wanted him to stay the night but even though we’d had sex so many times now, he’d never given any indication that he wanted to spend an entire night with me, so, knowing he would no doubt be wanting to leave, I reluctantly slipped from the bed and began to pull my T-shirt on.

Emerging from the bathroom, he paused when he saw me dressing and an unreadable expression crossed his face. Was it regret? God, I wished I were better at reading him, or just brave enough to ask him how he really felt.

‘That’s a pretty impressive bathroom,’ Nicholas commented, before tilting his head and observing me for several seconds. ‘Shower with me before I leave?’ he asked suddenly, sounding vaguely uncertain about whether I’d accept or just chuck him out.

First, his protective little show of turning up to see me because I was upset; now, showering together … Nicholas was confusing me – nothing new there – but he was acting almost like a boyfriend again and I had to forcibly remind myself that he really only wanted me for the sex.

Realising I’d been silent for several seconds, I answered him by removing my T-shirt again and smiling shyly up at him. We’d done so many things together in bed that showering with him shouldn’t be embarrassing for me, but for some reason it felt much more intimate as I took his hand and followed him into my walk-in shower.

Nicholas flicked on the taps, yelping like a child as cold water cascaded over him. He grabbed me, practically rugby tackling me backwards as he tried to escape the chilled spray.

I couldn’t help it; I began to laugh, attempting to smother my mirth with my hand as I saw Nicholas scowling at me. Then he relented and grinned along with me.

‘I should have warned you, it does that. Here …’ I reached past his goosepimpled skin and adjusted the tap toward the blue arrow – my taps did the opposite of what they were supposed to – causing warm water to splutter from the shower head and then gush over Nicholas’ chilled skin.

Sighing contentedly, he slid a wet hand around my shoulders and tugged me under the water for a soft kiss, after which he covered my jaw and neck with feather-light touches of his lips before placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth that suddenly deepened into something far more passionate.

When he broke the kiss several minutes later, I saw he had somehow picked up my sponge and shower gel from the glass shelf and was smiling broadly at me. If I hadn’t been wet in the shower, I might well have grabbed my camera at this point to record his playful mood for posterity, because
boy
, did he look good when he was grinning like this.

‘I would like to wash you,’ he told me, before squirting a big blob of orange blossom shower gel on to the sponge and squeezing it, causing bubbles to dribble from his hand. ‘Turn around,’ he instructed, and once again under his spell, I did so immediately. ‘I’ll do your back first.’ He paused. ‘Your breasts would be far too distracting,’ he murmured, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.