“You should trust me.”
“Why? You just asked if you could rape me.”
His head is shaking no. “That’s not what I asked you. I asked if you’d like to participate in a fantasy with me.”
“You fantasize about rape?” I cannot believe he’s saying this shit.
“No,” he says. “No. You’re not listening. I want to feel the struggle but have permission at the same time, Ivy. It’s really not that uncommon. And it should feel good for both of us, or I’m doing it wrong. It’s not something you do on the fly. It’s something that’s set up. I told you that.”
“I just don’t know.”
“Then tell me to untie you and let’s just go to dinner. How hard is that? Just say it and it’s done.”
But I’m silent. Because I don’t want it to be done. I want more of him. I’m just not sure how much more. Or in what way.
“Can I touch you?” he asks. “Like this?” His fingertips start caressing small circles around my nipple. His touch is so light and gentle I close my eyes, feeling exhausted at the pleasure of that small caress. “You need to answer me, Ivy. Or I’ll stop and make this final decision for both of us.”
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, you can touch me.”
He pinches my nipple so hard, I squeak. But in the next instant, that soft swirling of his fingertip is back.
“It’s a give and take, Ivy. Everything we do from here on out is a give and take. You give, I take. I give, you take. That’s how you come to terms. You understand this. You’re a businesswoman. You know that negotiation is an art. Just like those pictures I just drew. It’s all part of the negotiations. I’ve laid out the contract and the next step is for you to agree to the terms or ask for something else.”
“I just don’t know what I want.”
“I know you want this, Ivy.” His fingers lightly trace the length of my ribcage, round the bone of my hip, and slip back between my legs.
I have to squeeze my eyes closed, that’s how good it feels.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I say. “I do.”
“Can I keep going?”
I should say no. But I don’t. “Yes,” comes out and in that instant I realize what I’m doing. I’m giving in to his request. It’s not happening tonight, but that’s what my yes means. I’m going to do this. I’m going to let him do all those things he put in the drawings.
His finger pushes inside me and my back arches just as his lips cover my nipple and begin to suck. He nibbles, then bites. I suck in air through my teeth just as his mouth claims mine.
We kiss. His tongue pushing into me, his lips soft, then hard. He bites my lip, bites my tongue, and then he’s soft again. Caressing me, and whispering things like, “You’ll love it, Ivy. Or we won’t do it,” between the nips and the tender touches.
This isn’t even kissing. Not even close. He’s making love to my mouth with his words, and his promises, and his control.
His finger pumps me hard, then harder, making my knees draw up towards my chest. One strong hand pushes them down, then opens them up wide, so he can position himself on top of me.
His hard cock is between my legs, both hands in my hair, fisting and pulling until I open my eyes and see him smile.
“Are you ready to try something new?”
I nod and say, “Yes,” because I know he won’t keep going unless I am explicit in my consent. And I don’t want him to stop. Not yet. I can say no. He said I’m allowed to say no at any time. “Yes,” I say again as he watches me.
He enters me. I’m so wet and ready for him, there is none of the painful friction of yesterday. He fills me up easily, pushing inside me so far, I gasp.
But his mouth is back on my mouth. Telling me all the things I need to hear. “You’ll love it,” he says. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll scream.”
I’m whispering, “Yes,” over and over again as his rhythm picks up. His hips pressing against me, my bound hands trapped between us, pushing him back.
“I love that, Ivy. I love that your hands are tied. That you feel helpless. Just remember,” he says, leaning down into my ear. “You can tell me no.”
“I’m saying yes.”
One hand goes to my throat, pressing against my windpipe. My eyes fly open to watch his face as he watches mine. The pressure increases and I struggle a little. My hands fisted up, tied together, pushing him back, and back. But he presses on. Kissing me still. He never stops kissing me as he thrusts harder, and harder, and harder.
I am screaming in his mouth. He is biting my lip and then my neck. The pressure on my throat eases and I take in a long breath of air, just as it increases again.
He pounds me. My legs are unable to stay still. They come up to my chest, only giving him better access. He moans into my scream and the choking continues, pressing as I squirm and writhe.
“Come,” Nolan says between the light touches of his lips on mine. “Come, Ivy. I need you to come first or everything will be ruined. I’ll ruin you if you don’t come. And I can’t ruin you. I haven’t even fucked you in the ass yet.”
Just as he says the word ass, his fingers are there. Pushing inside me, filling me up. It hurts, but then… it feels good. It feels so fucking good my head spins and the climax is there. Building up, and up, and up until… I am out of control. I am moaning, and screaming, and begging him to never, ever stop this moment.
He’s laughing as he pulls out and comes on my breasts. I force my eyes open just as the warm gush of semen streams out. And I watch him pump the tip of his thick hard cock as he scoots up my body and places it in my mouth.
I suck him. I lick him and seal my lips around his head as he continues to pump his hips for a few more seconds before letting out a long breath and falling off to the side.