London Bound (14 page)

“I believe this is when I ask how your day was?” He looked over his shoulder with a grin as he opened the oven

“My day was lovely,” she said sweetly. “And yours?”

“Hmmm.” He pulled a covered dish out and set it on top of the stove. “Really great day today. Had a fantastic lunch with my gorgeous girl, got in a bit of shopping, came home, did a little work then I made supper.”

“Smells good. Didn’t know you could cook. You’re a man of many talents.”

He chuckled. “Not so talented. I can put together a few dishes. This,” he lifted the cover, and the tangy, delectable aroma became stronger, “is my gran’s Irish stew. Mine’s not nearly as delicious as hers, but it’s decent.”

Meg wet her lips and rocked back on her heels. “Are we eating first, then?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Nathan faced her. “First?”

“I know the second part of my punishment is coming.” She shivered at the thought. “And since I’m still feeling the effects of the first part, I’m just curious about the timetable of the evening.”

He closed the space between them and, forcing her back, had her pinned to door. “Since you
are
being punished, I don’t think I’m going to share the timetable. Speaking of, how well did you follow my instructions?”

She gasped when he jerked her skirt up and shoved a hand between her thighs—her damp, trembling thighs.

“Oh, I see you did very,
very
well,” he drawled as he swiping a finger through her cleft. “Good girl.”

Meg let her head fall back, wincing slightly at the thunk against the door. She tilted her hips into Nathan’s touch.

“If you’re not going to let me come yet... Oh...oh, shit.” Her knees buckled as he circled her clit. “Please, Nathan...”

“What was that?” he asked sharply.

Her stomach did a quick flip, and her pussy flooded. “Please,
Sir
.”

He smiled, a quick, bright flash of teeth, but then pulled away.

“Damn it,” she groaned.

“Don’t worry.” He stepped close again and reached up to pull the pins from her hair, letting them fall to the floor. “You’ll get to come.”

“If you say ‘eventually’, I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, love, that’s going to happen no matter what.” He combed his fingers through the strands as they fell to her shoulders, gently massaging her scalp.

“You’re quite confident,” she said, breathless as her clit pulsed.

He bent his head and kissed her lips briefly then released her, moving back into the kitchen. Meg stayed where she was, leaning heavily against the door, eyes on Nathan as he pulled dishes from the cupboard.

“I bought you something while I was out today,” he said casually, ladling healthy portions of the stew into bowls.

“Did you?” She frowned slightly. He didn’t need to be buying her gifts. That wasn’t part of what they had... Not that they’d talked about what they had beyond the sex, the control, and all that was tied up with that.

“I left it on your chair by the table.” He didn’t even look over as he reached for a loaf of bread and began slicing it.

Curiosity won out, and she pushed away from the door to walk over on shaky legs. Her entire body trembled and heated when her gaze fell on the one chair that was pulled away from the table. Or fell on the large wand style vibrator strapped to the seat of said chair, rather.

Blood rushed in her ears, and even though she heard Nathan pass her and set dishes on the table, she couldn’t look away from the seat and wondered exactly what he had in store for her. It was a punishment, after all. If he intended to keep her on edge even longer, she’d have a few things to say to— Who the hell was she kidding? She’d damn well do whatever he told her to do. As badly as she wanted to come, to reach the release that had been dangling so close to all day, her desire to please Nathan far outweighed that.

“Strip.”

She swayed as his rough command swept over her. “Yes, Sir.”

As Meg followed his instructions, Nathan strolled into the tiny kitchen to grab drinks. Hidden behind the open fridge door, he allowed himself a moment. He was wound tight, coiled and ready to snap. But he couldn’t. As strong as the desire was, he couldn’t just bend her over the table and fuck her hard. It wasn’t what she needed, right now. Oh, she thought it was, but it wasn’t. She needed him to follow through—even with the punishments he’d promised. Maybe especially those. She needed to know he was a man of his word, that he’d always take care of her. Well, not
always
—this was temporary. And
he
needed to remember
that
.

Snagging two bottles of water, he shook his head. It hardly mattered the length time they were together. For however long or briefly, she was his, and he’d take care of her. Period.

He straightened and nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight that greeted him. Meg had done as he asked—rather quickly, he noted—and now stood beside the chair, her back to Nathan. His grip tightened on the bottles he held as he fought the overpowering urge to map the provocative expanse of smooth pale skin with his fingers.

As he moved closer, he could see the slight tremor of her limbs, though she was clearly trying to hold herself still. He huffed an amused laugh when he saw her clothes folded neatly in a pile atop her boots a few feet away. Meg stiffened at the sound but didn’t look at him, keeping her gaze straight ahead. He set the waters on the table then stepped close.

Pressing against her from behind, he slid his arms around her waist and bent his head to nuzzle where her shoulder met her neck. Sucking hard, he resisted rutting against her arse, barely, as she moaned and shuddered.

“What are you waiting for, love?”

“For...” She drew in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “For you to tell me what to do next.”

Nathan closed his eyes and smiled against her damp skin. He let his hands glide over her curves before releasing her. “Time to get your arse on the chair, darling girl.”

“Oka—” She stumbled and cursed quietly as she caught herself by grabbing the back of the chair. Her knuckles whitened, and he waited. Waited to see what she would do.

After several moments, she let go and stepped around the chair and sat, legs wide, as far back on the seat as she could. Resting her palms on her thighs, she squared her shoulders and lifted her gaze to his. He held it and crouched beside her. Her breath quickened as he loosened the strap slightly and repositioned the vibrator. Dragging his thumbs over her pussy, he parted the slick folds so they hugged the bulbous head of the vibe nestled against her swollen clit.

Her fingers curled, fists pressing into her legs. She blinked rapidly and bit her lower lip, staring straight ahead.

“Relax,” he murmured.

She snorted—actually snorted. “You’ve a better chance of making me bark like a fucking dog while I come than that happening.”

“Well, there’s an idea.” He brought his thumb, wet with her arousal, to her mouth and pushed inside. His cock twitched as her muffled whimper filled his ears.

She pulled off with a wet pop and glared at him, but her twitching lips softened the effect. “Don’t you dare. Consider that on my list.”

“No barking. Noted.” He kissed the tip of her nose as he stood to move to the chair nearest her.

Meg wiggled her hips back and forth. “Ooooh. Okay, what’s the catch, Nathan?”

He tore off a chunk of bread, dunked it into his stew then popped it in his mouth. Taking his time chewing, he twisted the cap off his water and washed the bite down. “What do you mean?” he asked.

She continued to fidget but kept her gaze on his face. “I know the...punishment isn’t over, so I don’t understand this.” She gestured between her legs. “I’m trying not to, I really, really am, but you should know, the second you turn this thing on, I’m going to come. God, just having it against me now...with you
right there
...”

Nathan lifted a brow and took another drink. “What are you being punished for, Meg?”

Her eyes slid shut as a tremor visibly racked her. “I came without your permission...Sir.”

Dropping a hand to his lap, he adjusted his erection. Christ, this woman. Everything about her drove him mad—in a fucking brilliant way he couldn’t get enough of.

“Yes, you did,” he said slowly, deliberately.

“So,” she moaned, “is this more of what I had to do all day? Is that the rest of my punishment—to go all night like that?”

“If it were?” He struggled to keep his voice even as hers—wrecked, aroused—wrapped around him. “If I decided it should be?”

Her hips stilled, and she gripped her thighs, nails digging into her milky flesh.

“I’d ask very nicely if I could have a minute—or several—to brace myself. Maybe a chance to eat before you...finish.”

“And, what if,” he leaned back, a nearly insignificant relief of the pressure on his cock, “I told you Gran’s stew tastes even better reheated?”

She frowned at him, that adorable furrow creasing her brow.

“That for the rest of the night,
just for tonight
” he continued, “you have permission to come? No need to ask.”

Her expression brightened, the tremulous grin making him very glad to be sitting, because it would likely have brought him to his knees.

“I would say I wasn’t very hungry anyway,” she said, the hitch in her breath lifting her breasts enticingly.

“How fortunate,” he drawled. Shifting to the edge of the chair, he ran his palm over her knee then touched the on/off switch of the toy. “Ready, love?”

“Yes.” She exhaled shakily, and her fingers danced over his wrist. “Yes, please.”

He turned on the toy and was immediately rewarded with a low whimper from Meg in response. Sitting back, he stretched his legs out in front of him and just enjoyed the sight before him. Her body, bare and flushed, was something he’d see in his mind for the rest of his days. He’d savor it now, but had the feeling it’d haunt him in months and years to come when there was an ocean separating them.

Her cry echoed through the room, pulling from his thoughts. Thank fuck—he needed to stay focused on the here and now. On her. The woman hovering on the edge and about to plummet into the release he’d denied her all day. His cock jerked in his pants as Meg’s back bowed beautifully, and his fingers ached to settle around the column of her neck as her head fell back.

“Nathan,” she moaned and gripped the seat beside her shaking thighs.

The low sound transformed into a sharp keen, and shifting to the side and lowering his gaze, Nathan saw the head of the vibe glistening, coated with her juices. He watched her as she rode the orgasm out—the way her fingers flexed then clenched on the wood of the chair, the lift of her chest as she gasped again and again, the way her toes curled into the carpet beneath her feet—then slumped breathlessly. He bit back the laugh as she tried to edge away from the vibrating wand between her legs. She looked at him, glassy eyed, cheeks rosy, lips slick and parted.

“That’s one,” he said quietly.

Her body jerked, and gulping, she bent over slightly, hands pressed to her belly. “What?”

“That was one. The first of...” He tilted his head and slowly smiled. “I think six is a good number, don’t you agree?”

“S-s-six?” Her eyes widened. “Are you...” She moaned but managed to keep her gaze on him. “Are you joking?”

He didn’t answer, but rather, just held her stare.

“Of course you’re not joking. It’s a punishment. But why...” Her voice trembled even as her muscles began to quiver again. “Why six?” she managed to force out before she stiffened and gushed all over.

Nathan gave into temptation and moved to the edge of his seat. Reaching between her legs, he glided his fingers along dripping folds before lifting his hand to his mouth. Her essence burst on his tongue as he sucked the digits clean, sending a jolt straight to his cock. Which was harder than ever and anxious to feel her surrounding him. He inhaled deeply through his nose, sliding his fingers out and letting his hands rest on his thighs as he settled back, calling on every ounce of his control to stay the course and give his girl what she needed.

“Two,” he said when she met his gaze again. “And, I thought six was fitting as you were six minutes late earlier.”

“Fitting... Oh, fuuuuck.” She slammed her hand on the table, sending the dishes dancing across the surface. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Nathan chuckled and shoved the bowls to the far end, giving up any pretense he’d be eating before they were finished. She bent in half, rested her cheek next to her hand, now fisted tightly. Her entire body shook and quaked, and before she could speak again, another orgasm swept over her.

“Three and four.” He tucked her hair behind her ear so he could see her face more clearly. As lovely as her body was, as much as he enjoyed looking his fill, he needed to see her expression, to be able to gauge where she was in all this.

Tears fell from rapidly blinking eyes, dropping on to the table steadily. And her body shook not just from the onslaught of sensation from the toy but from the choking sobs.

“Check in, love,” he said sharply, wanting, no needing, her to hear him through whatever else she was feeling right now. “What color, Meg?”

She focused on him and opened her mouth once, twice, three times before she could form the word, “Green.”

He gave a quick nod then grabbed the water bottle, twisting the cap off. “Sit up. Just for a minute,” he said when she groaned in protest.

When she was mostly upright again, hands braced against the table, he held the bottle to her mouth and tilted it. She swallowed greedily, throat working quickly.

“Better?” he asked, pulling the water away and setting it to the side.

“Yes.” Her tongue slid along her bottom lip, catching the drops that clung. “Thank you, Sir. Thank yo—” She fell forward again, muffling her scream against her forearm.

When she moved her arm, sliding her hand toward where his lay, he saw the red-rimmed indents of her teeth in her smooth flesh. Leaning forward, he drew his fingers through the wetness on her face. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, but her eyes remained closed.

“One more, love, and this is over. Well...” He chuckled. “The punishment is, at least, because I’m not close to done with you. Come for me again,” he murmured.