Unbearable (Undescribable) (25 page)

“Explain,” Holly starts in
as soon as we walk out of the Longs’ front door.

“Jessica sent me that picture just to piss me off.”

“I don’t understand. Why is she sending you
pictures of him in bed with another woman? You know he used to sleep around.”

“She tried to tell me that was him last night.”
Holly goes to speak but I place my hand up. “I was with him all night last
night.”

I turn to look at her as she opens the passenger
door to Nadia. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going with you. Micah can bring me back
later.” She jumps into the truck without another word.

I walk around the truck and get in. As soon as I
start the engine, she speaks again.

“Let me see the picture.” She holds out her hand
for my phone.

I dig into my purse and pull it out. Once I bring
up the text, I hand her my phone.

She squints as she brings my phone closer to her
face. “That doesn’t even look like Jessica.”

“I don’t think he even ever slept with her from
what I understand.” I lean my head back against the headrest. “Of course, I
don’t have a list of every chick he has slept with, so there is a possibility
he did.”

“I don’t think so,” she says, still observing the
picture. “I remember Micah telling me the night she slashed his tires that the
first time he had met her was the night you called interrupting them in his
bed. I’m pretty sure he never met up with her again.”

I knew he slept around, but the thought of him
being in bed with someone had never crossed my mind. I feel a smile creep up my
face knowing that she didn’t get her way that night.

We sit in silence as she goes back to looking at
the picture. “Isn’t that Bridgette?” she says in surprise.

I grab the phone from her hand and look closer.
Sure enough, the girl taking the picture is standing across from a mirror. You
only get a side view of her and even though it’s dark, her blonde hair stands
out enough for you to see that it’s her.

I laugh. “Man that picture must be really old.”

“What are you going to do?”

I smile as I look over at her. “I’m going to fight
fire with fire.”

“How are you going to do that?” she asks with a
matching smile.

“I have an idea. With your help.”

“Anything you need,” she says before I put the
truck in gear and pull out of the driveway.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I pull up to our house and
get out of my car. “Why are you following me?” I ask Micah as he gets out of
his truck.

He lifts his phone up. “Holly texted me earlier and
said she was over here. She wanted me to pick her up.”

We walk into the house to find Holly and Angel
sitting in the living room. They both look at us with big smiles on their
faces.

“Hey, baby,” Angel calls sweetly, standing up from
the couch and walking over to me.

“Hello, ladies.” I wrap my arms around her and she
reaches up to smash her lips to mine. Her lips make contact and she doesn’t
waste a second as she pushes her tongue into my mouth. She kisses me as if she
hasn’t seen me in days and my body instantly reacts. I push my hardening cock
into her stomach and grab a hold of her hair, pulling her head back to deepen
the kiss.

She pulls away panting and looks over at Holly.
Holly beams at us and gives a little laugh. “I’m ready to go. I’ll see you
tomorrow at work, Sam.” She then tosses a cell phone onto the couch and turns
to walk off as Angel waves goodbye.

Micah and I look at one another puzzled for a
second before he shrugs and trails after a bouncing Holly.

Once they’re gone, Angel spins around walking off
toward the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” I ask somewhat confused that
she is no longer mauling me in the living room.

“I’m hungry,” she throws over her shoulder.

I come up behind her, spin her around, and toss her
over my shoulder. “Me too,” I say smacking her ass as I walk us toward our
bedroom.

“Slade!” She giggles.

I shut our bedroom door with my foot and toss her
onto the bed. As soon as her back hits the sheets, she sits straight up. I
reach down and pull her shirt up over her head. “Do I even want to know what
that was about back in the living room?” I raise an eyebrow as she works on
removing her jeans and underwear.

“I just missed you?” She shrugs while biting her
lip seductively.

I let out a chuckle. “Well lucky for me, you have
the chance to show me just how much.” I unzip my pants and her eyes fall to my
hard cock as I release it.

She looks up to my eyes and gets a small smile on
her face.

I jump off the bed and open the nightstand that
holds the handcuffs that we haven’t used much lately. I know she likes them and
I want to have a little fun with her tonight.

“Hmm,” she hums as she looks at me holding the
cuffs.

“I thought you might want to play with these.”

She just continues to smile at me. “On your
stomach.” I demand.

She slowly rolls over onto her stomach and
immediately places her hands behind her back.

I smile as my eyes roam over her perfect body and
the fact that she knows how I want it.

I crawl onto the bed and position myself over her
legs as I take her wrists in my hands and tighten the cuffs around them. I then
lay her hands on her back and run my palms down the side of her soft thighs and
up over her ass.

She lays her head to one side on the bed. “Going to
show me what you’re made of this time?” she asks, referring to what I told her
when I fucked her on the kitchen table.

I lean down placing my chest on her arms and back.
“You know you really shouldn’t antagonize someone when they have you cuffed and
at their mercy,” I say seriously, if she only knew what I could do to her. We
like to play rough, but sometimes I want to show her just how dominating I
could be with her. I’m afraid to take things as far, and rough, as I want with
her. Afraid it would hurt her, or worse, what if she liked it? How far would we
be willing to go together before she got hurt? Angel brings out a very dominant
part of myself I never knew I had, but even I am not willing to take that
chance.

She gives a little laugh. “I’m not afraid of you,
Slade. If I was, I would not allow you to cuff me in the first place.”

I reach up, grab a fist full of her hair, and pull
her head back. She lets out a cry of pain and then starts to breathe heavily.

“I won’t take the chance of hurting you.” I look
down to the side of her face and into her eyes. The look of want I see in them
has me tightening my grip in her hair.

She hisses in a breath and shifts her body
underneath mine. I know the weight of my body on top of her along with her
hands cuffed and pinned to her back is getting uncomfortable, but I want her to
tell me.

“I’ve always known you’ve hidden a side of yourself
from me, Slade,” she says still breathing heavy.

“And what side is that?” I lean my head down and
place small kisses on the side of her face.

“A darker side,” she whispers quietly.

I close my eyes and release a sigh. She’s taunting
me. She wants me to show her something that we both know exists. “I already
told you that I don’t want to hurt you.”

I release her hair and her face falls to the
sheets. I reach down and pull her hips up so that she is on her knees and her
ass is in the air. I position myself between her legs.

She takes a deep breath before she speaks. “Want to
know what I think?”

I pause as I take my dick in my hand. She doesn’t
wait for me to tell her no. “I think you’re afraid you’re going to like it.”

I grit my teeth as I wrap both of my hands around
her already bound wrists. She doesn’t make a sound as I tighten the cuffs a few
more clicks, letting me know they are now as snug as I originally wanted them.
But I don’t miss the movement of her arms as she tries to fight the
uncomfortable tightness of the cuffs.

I reach down and rub two fingers against her pussy.
I feel my resolve start to weaken at how wet she is. She wants it just as much
as I want to do it. We could try it just this once. If she tells me to stop, I
won’t hesitate to stop and remove the cuffs.

Without a word, I slide my dick into her with ease.
I want her to think I’m going to take this slow. I don’t want her to expect it
just yet.

I set a slow pace, just pulling back and sliding
forward, with my hands resting on her hips.

I hear her let out a breath and she relaxes her
hands against her back. I smile to myself as I release one hip and slap her ass
so fucking hard it instantly has my hand stinging.

She screams out at the unexpected hit and her body
jerks away from me. I grab her hips and pull her back toward me. Her body once
again jerks as the spot I just spanked makes contact with my skin.

I pull out and spank her again just as hard and in
the same spot.

“Ahh,” she cries out, lifting her head up off the
bed.

I slam back into her and lean over her body once
again. I take one hand and grab a hold of her chin.

“Your pussy is getting wetter by the second Angel,”
I whisper. The fact that I have her panting and unbelievably wet has my dick
jerking inside of her.

She licks her lips, taking a deep breath. With my
hand still holding onto her chin, I take two fingers and run them over her wet
lips. I push them into her mouth. “Suck on them,” I demand.

She closes her lips and obeys. I pull back and thrust
into her again.

I push her down so she is lying flat on the bed
with my body on top of her, pinning her down. Her closed legs cause her pussy to
tighten around my cock.

I moan at the feel of my cock inside of her while
her mouth is sucking on my fingers. I take my other hand and thread it in her
hair, holding her head in place, while my other hand still grips her chin. With
my weight on top of her she has no way of moving. I know the cuffs have to be
uncomfortable because they are cutting into my stomach as I lie on top of them.

I pull my hips back just a bit and then push
forward into her. She opens her mouth and gasps, before letting out a strangled
cry.

“Don’t stop,” I say, tightening both of my hands.
She closes her mouth once again and I continue to pull back and slam into her.

I feel her arms stiffen underneath me and her pussy
tighten, her teeth clamp down around my fingers as she comes. I grit my teeth
from the feel of her biting my fingers.

Once she relaxes, I let go of her hair and pull my
hand away from her chin, removing my fingers from her mouth in the process. She
starts sucking in air as I move my legs off of her. I reach down again, pulling
her up onto her knees, and pound into her until I find my own release.

Before I’m even done coming inside of her, I’m
already reaching for the key. I undo the cuffs and instantly feel sick to my
stomach at the marks left on her wrists. I want to reach down and rub them, but
I don’t, afraid it will hurt them more than they already do.

I jump off the bed and head to the bathroom,
leaving her there as she quietly attempts to move her stiff body. Walking into
the bathroom, I hear her soft voice say my name but I ignore her.

What was I thinking?
I scold myself as I
pace back and forth. I could have broken her wrists.

“Slade.” I look up to see her standing in the
doorway staring at me, concern in her eyes.

I take a step back from her.

“Are you okay?” she asks, inching closer to me.

I reach down and pick up her arms, looking at her
wrists. “Don’t,” she says sternly. “I could have stopped you at any time.”

Could she? If she would have told me to stop would
I have? Absolutely! I tug her toward me and kiss her head. “I don’t want to
hurt you.”

She pulls away and looks up to me. “As long as you
don’t get the urge to slap me across the face or suffocate me, I’ll be just
fine.” She gives a little laugh and it makes me feel even more nauseous.

“Let’s get cleaned up and I will make us some
dinner,” she tells me before heading out of the room.

I let out a long breath. I had actually taken it
easy on her and that’s what terrifies me. She was right. I do have a darker
side and goes deeper than what we just did.

I’m glad the weather is
starting to get cooler. It gives me a reason to wear my long sleeve work shirt.
I look down to check that the shirt has covered the marks on my wrists. If only
my body wasn’t sore and my ass cheeks didn’t feel like they were on fire every
time I sat down. Slade was pretty rough last night, but we both know he still
only showed me a little bit. For some reason he is afraid to show me what he
really wants. I know he has never had a Dominant and submissive relationship before,
so I think it scares him that he has that desire with me. What he doesn’t know
is how much it turns me on. I want to know what he wants. I want to let him do
whatever he wants with me, and I’m going to continue pushing him in that
direction.

I walk into work and see Holly talking to Jeremy. I
give them both a small smile.

“Ready for a great day?” Holly says rubbing her
hands together.

“Yep,” I answer, heading toward the back. As soon
as I round the corner, Holly is running up to catch me.

“Did you send it?” she asks excitedly.

“Not yet. I wanted to wait until I got here.”

“Did Slade suspect anything? Because that kiss was
pretty heated.” She fans herself dramatically. “Micah asked what I was up to. I
just told him girl stuff.”

“I don’t think so.” I laugh, remembering him asking
what that was all about. He doesn’t need to know about the pissing contest
Jessica and I have going on. The bitch is going down. I would never send her
pictures of Slade and me having sex, but you don’t have to capture us in bed to
see the passion we have for one another.

We walk into the cooler and I pull out my cell. I
scroll to her phone number and send her the picture of us kissing last night that
Holly took, along with a smiley face.

“What do you think she’ll do?” Holly asks as I
place my phone in my back pocket.

“What can she do? Slade and I are together. Her
sending me pictures from his past isn’t going to change that, and if she thinks
it will, she’s more stupid than I thought.