The Sordid Promise (35 page)

“Nikki,” he gasped and dropped his head. “Fuck, baby,” he choked. He took a moment to collect himself before he slowly lifted his head. “I’m glad you trust me. You’re good to trust me. I would never hurt you. The things I do for you, are only to make sure no one else hurts you. The things I do to you, are only to make you feel what I want you to feel. Sometimes I want you to come. Sometimes I want you to feel the pain you crave.” He slipped something from his back pocket and moved my hair off my shoulders. When I saw the chain link, I immediately craned my neck to him. My breathing fell shallowly as he connected the lead and tugged the end. The leather fit a little more snugly around my neck, nearly choking me. He cocked his head towards the bed. “Put them on.”

I walked over to the bed, finding a pair of satin gloves, fishnet thigh highs and a latex G-string and very high platform stilettos on the bed. I moved to do as told.

“Slower,” he barked from the corner of the room.

I nodded and complied. I placed the satin gloves on my hands tugging them to reach my elbows. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I placed each pair of thigh highs on my legs in a slow, seductive manner. I stood and slid my feet into the stilettos. Lastly, I slid the G-string up my legs to cover my apex.

He cocked his head, regarding me. Sauntering towards me, he bit into his lip in a way that made me swoon. Pressing his full clothed body against mine, he cupped my face and ardently kissed my lips.

Anticipation erected an overwhelming sensation that compelled my body to tremor. The heat fell stiflingly thick at my spine. He separated from our kiss and thumbed my chin for a moment. Hastily, he spun me, placing a thick leather strap around both of my wrists, binding them together and buckled it tightly behind my back.

He plodded to the bed and sat on the edge and tugged the end of the link. “Come here.” His hand slipped across the bed and gripped something out of my view.

I did as told, walking over to him, wobbling on the highest height of shoes I’ve ever worn. He patted his lap while fingering a black paddle in his hand. I awkwardly bent over. Taking me down across his lap, he directed me to lie across his lap. He tossed my hair over my shoulder and yanked the chain, forcing my neck to crane. He massaged my bottom with the ball of his hand in circular motions.

I pursed my lips together, stifling a pleasurable moan. His touch exacerbated a still burning fire at my spine. The paddle came abruptly down on my behind, smashing against it with a loud echo.

I jerked, biting my lip at the sudden movement. Slowly, the soreness began to take hold. He flogged me again in the same spot, over…and over again without pause. When I sucked my teeth in response to the pain, he stopped and massaged my behind with circular motions.

“No. More,” I groaned.

He flogged me so hard, I whimpered. “It’s my script, my movie. Who’s the director?”

“You are.”

“Say it again.”

“You’re running the show.”

He stood abruptly almost making me fall over. “On the bed. Head down.”

I clumsily moved over to the bed. He held the end of the chain taut, making sure I still felt his control. When I had maneuvered on the bed, he pushed my legs up, so I sat on my knees. He pushed down on my spine, forcing me to tip over until my cheek pressed against the softness of the duvet cover.

The lead slacked for a moment as I heard the rustling of clothes. I felt the pressure of him beside me as he pushed my thighs up until my knees were tucked underneath me. The paddle flogged me on the flesh he neglected earlier.

I bit into my lip, sucking my breath, feeling that mental orgasm take hold. He took a hold of the string of my panties and rocked the crotch portion of the latex against my slit.

A low, soft groan escaped my throat.

He rocked faster, holding it tightly to hug against my clit. My apex swelled and clenched as I became moister. Positioning himself behind me, his long thickness jerked against the inside of my thigh. He grabbed the end of the chain to pull my body up, and flogged me with his bare hand.

I jerked again, whimpering a soft cry of pleasure. He yanked down my panties, sliding them down my legs and tossed them to the side. The fullness of his erection lay between the separation of my behind. He rocked it there for a moment, teasing me, making me want before withdrawing. Opening me with his fingers, he dallied with my glistening open before sliding his fingers inside.

The sensation swept me quickly and unexpectedly. “Eric,” I moaned into the sheets. He arched his fingers, curling at the internal spot that made me tremble.

I bit into the sheets, restrained, unable to move my hands as they lay bound at the small of my back. At a methodic pace, his fingers dipped inside of me. I clutched my hands together and gasped. Nearing the verge of an orgasm, I slipped in my position and was met with a neat smack on my behind. He yanked my thighs, returning me back to my previous position. Pressing his groin against my apex, he allowed me to feel the jerking motions of his erection.

I didn’t want to wait anymore. I
couldn’t
wait anymore. I tried to lower my hips, but he shoved me back up. He continued to tease me with his cock as he angled my bound hands up to his mouth. He bit the tip of one of my gloved fingers before sliding it inside the warmth of his mouth.

I bit the sheets harder, wanting a different kind of release. I wanted the pleasure. I
needed
the pleasure.

With one hand gripping my hip, he slowly inched his way inside. I let out a soft moan as he thrust the full extent of his length inside me, pushing against my limit and slowly withdrew. He continued to hold my bound hands with his other hand as he erotically sucked my fingers through the gloves. Rocking me in a slow deep rhythm, he filled me and pushed at my end.

I quivered underneath him, tormented by the slow tease. “Eric…please fuck me harder.”

He lightly smacked my behind, reminding me of who was in control again. I was so deeply submersed inside the slow pleasurable sensations that the pain barely served to fade a larger feeling. He continued his slow methodic pace, filling me and withdrawing. The fire burned me hotter and made me shudder violently.

I clenched around him, ready. He bit down hard on my finger and rocked me into my orgasm with his steady, deep strokes.

I cried into the sheets as my body tensed. I squinted hard at the rush that chilled ever single limb and made melt into the bed. I came in such a hard binding rush that I felt near to passing out.

After unbinding my hands, he strongly flipped me over to rest on my back. He spread my legs in the air, pushing my knees to bend and placed his mouth on my slit.

I quivered, unable to say anything coherent as the rush took me over. Glad to have my hands free, I moved to touch him. He reached around my legs and pulled my arms to rest at the sides of my body. He held me there while he worked me over with his tongue.

Swirling the tip of his tongue around my slit, he took intermittent breaks to tease my canal. When his lips hugged my slit while his tongue flittered around my nub, I was ready to come again.

I wanted to be stuck on logic, but fell into confusion. He was…changing me. Making me want the things I never had. The pleasure with him became better than pain at my own hand.

Euphoria shut my body down as it prepared for quiet before the mind-bending rush. The pressure burst, allowing the flood gates to open. I moaned. I screamed. I pleaded. He pulled down my thighs and tossed my body so my right leg rested over the left, my knee tucked to my chest, and my body remained flat on the bed. He slid inside me, riding me harder, faster than he had before. I moved my head, but he grabbed a hold of the chain, making me watch him.

As he worked me over, bringing me to the peak and back down again, his shoulders and torso began to glisten with perspiration. He bit into his lip, making me wish I could see his eyes. Making me wish I could connect and see if he felt everything I felt.

In a small moment of clarity, I understood why he was doing this. And despite all the wreckage and damage, it made me love him a little more.

“I…want to see you,” I whispered between intoning moans. He seemed nowhere near following my request until I said, “I
need
to see your eyes.”

His strokes faltered as he brought one of my gloved hands up to his mouth to run along the bottom of his generous lips. He brought my hand up further, placing it to the side of the mask. I slipped it off, gazing at his gorgeous eyes in the throes of pleasure. He dipped down and rode me hard. His lips found mine, giving me a full taste of his tongue.

Stuck in his smoldering gaze, I felt an orgasm creep from deep within, waiting to outpour forth in a very emotional way.

“Come with me, baby” he groaned. The body-bending rush hit me hard. My core clenched around his hardness as I cried out.

He gripped the back of my head, tilting me up until his forehead touched mine. I shuddered and convulsed as it hit every nerve ending, leveling me—making me cry.

He quickly withdrew, ejecting his excitement all over my hip and the side of my behind. I let my fingers dally with it before bringing the taste to my mouth.

As he watched me with a mischievous smile, he groaned my name. He slipped down and lapped up the remnants, allowing it to linger on his tongue. Coming back up to me, he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I sucked it hard, enjoying every bit of his taste. When he withdrew, I lightly bit his tongue.

He slowly smiled at me, positing his form to astride my body. I fingered his sweat touched hair as he rubbed his nose against mine. “Better. Wasn’t it?”

I slowly smiled and nodded. “A lot better.”

“You should’ve trusted that I knew what you really needed.” He lightly stroked my thigh and bit my ear. “I just want to please you, Nikki.” Startled, I searched his eyes in recognition. He gently kissed my tear streamed cheeks. “The change is for you, and you alone.”

“I think you just didn’t meet the right kind of crazy to make you change,” I joked.

He squinted at me as he tossed back. He flipped me over and slapped my behind hard.

“Aye,” I yelped.

“You are fucking certified, you know that?” Leaning forward, he thumbed the collar around my neck. “You threw me on the highway, then ran me over. This was bound to happen.” He held me closely, resting his head on the arc of my neck.

I blinked at the creeping morning sun, as I fingered Eric’s palm as it rested across my torso. The cabin felt different to me now that Eric and I made a new memory here.

I felt his hold strengthen, indicating he was awake.

“Do you think killing yourself over love is dying for a cause?” I asked without moving from my position on the bed.

“It’s ridiculously stupid,” he replied through a hoarseness.

“Would you put your life on the line for someone you loved?”

“There’s a difference between killing yourself because your love wasn’t returned, and putting your life on the line to save the person you love. The former is dying aimlessly. The latter is dying for a cause...for a purpose. I think most wouldn’t mind dying for a cause.”

I rolled over to face him, and ran my hands through his hair in an attempt to fix it. “Would you put yourself in harm’s way, if a cause appealed to you?”

He kissed my shoulder, gently sinking his teeth into my flesh for a moment. “I would…wouldn’t you?”

I titled my head, gazing at him as he hovered over me. “What would be a cause you would die for?”

He moved my body around, pulling me underneath him. He searched my eyes for a moment, before closing them. When he opened them again, they were soft and amorous. “You.”

It felt like a snap at my spine. It hurt for many seconds in agony. I started to cry. “It’s not good to put so much into one person. If I lost you, I would have no one. If I lost you…I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t—“

“As much as you’ve tried to push me off the cliff, I’m still holding on to the ledge.”

“I don’t know what you did to me. The way I feel for you...I feel it so deeply it scares me. It’s uncontrolled. It’s chaotic. It’s busy. I don’t do well with that. That’s why I tried to stay away from people, but you got in there somehow. You make me like the pleasure. You make me…pine for it. I guess….you got what you wanted after all.”

Sniffing deeply, he leaned forward, closing his eyes, letting his forehead touch mine.

“Should…I apologize?”

He shook his head and slowly lifted his lids to contemplate me. “I would do
anything
for you, you know that, right?”

“And Estelle? So, I’m stupidly insecure. Thinking what you had with her—I feel like it’s more than you’re telling me. I feel like…I won’t be enough. Because you won’t have that with me.”

“And I’m damn glad for it. You’re more than enough for me, Nikki.”