“It’s not a scene, you stupid cunt.”
I hiccup a sob as I begin to cry, the cold and the name-calling too much. His hands come up to my head and press. This time, it’s soft. Nolan looks me in the eyes, his dancing, mine frightened. And he says, “Pretty as a picture. Your tears are as pretty as a picture. And I will take you this night the way I planned. Kicking and screaming. Your nails digging into my flesh as you fight me off. Your pussy throbbing the entire time.”
What does that mean? I want to scream it. Is he playing with me? Or is he serious?
But before I can ask, Nolan takes off his suit coat and places it over my shoulders. I sob harder from the relief. The way this one simple act can make everything better.
“Let’s go,” he says. “Your mouth has a date with my cock.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Nolan
She whimpers as I drag her into the house. It’s almost dark in here, but not quite. Just enough light to see what’s necessary. Not nearly enough light to expose us. I push her towards the stairs and say, “Climb, Ivy,” when she hesitates. “Climb or I’ll drag you up the stairs by your hair and that’s not nearly as fun as watching your ass in front of me.”
I’m preparing myself for her eventual stop. I imagine what it will take to get her to say that word. How far I will have to push her. How much she will be willing to endure to get to that point.
And, of course, what I’ll do after she says it.
“Bend over,” I say, when she’s a few steps shy of the top.
Ivy stops climbing, but she doesn’t bend over.
I whip the jacket off her shoulders and throw it over the banister. Her head turns to watch it fall to the ground thirty feet below.
“You’re going next, Ivy, if you don’t bend the fuck over.”
A squeal escapes her chattering teeth, but she leans forward, places her bound hands on the top step, and then presses her head to the floor next to them.
“Your pussy looks delicious,” I say, rubbing her ass with my palm. I stick a finger inside her as another plays with her clit. “I’m going to make you come right now. Before we even get started. Because I want to know how much you love it.”
She draws in a deep breath and in the same moment my hand slaps down on her ass cheek so hard, it echoes off the high ceilings.
“Ow,” she sobs.
I rub her ass, feeling the heat my hand created radiating over her skin. And then I play with her again. Softly this time.
She looks over her shoulder as I unzip my pants. “Nolan—”
“Quiet,” I whisper. She’s crying, as she should be.
“Nolan, please st—”
I wait for it. She almost says it. And then she looks back at me again, like it was a mistake. I smile and slap her ass again, making her sob quietly as I pull my cock and balls through my open zipper.
“You’re a filthy whore, aren’t you? You want to pretend like you hate this, Ivy? You want to pretend you didn’t come to my resort to be fucked hard? That you didn’t want to open your legs for me the minute you realized who I was?” I grab her hair and pull her head back so I can look down at her eyes. Her back is arched, her eye makeup streaked down her cheeks.
I kiss her mouth and she resists, but my other hand leaves her pussy and wraps around her throat. I feel her swallow. I imagine my dick in there in a few minutes. The way I will force her muscles to tighten around my head, how I will choke her with my come.
And then I ease up and go soft.
My lips barely touch hers. She parts for me and breathes heavy into my mouth for a moment. I kiss her again, my hand tightening on her throat. But I let go of her hair and she stays in place. Perfectly posed, eyes looking straight into mine as I play with her pussy again.
“I know you want me, Ivy. No matter how many times you say no.”
“I don’t,” she says. And then she spits on my face.
I grab her hair and yank her head back, and then I spit right into her open mouth. She closes it, struggles to push me backwards, but I lean forward and cover her cold body with mine.
She stops suddenly. Her freezing and trembling body holds absolutely still.
“Are you cold?”
“Yes,” she says. “I’m c-c-cold,” she stutters. “Let me put clothes on, please, Nolan. Let me get warm.”
“There’s only one way you’ll get warm tonight, Ivy. And you’re going to have to work for it. Now spread your legs so I can fuck your ass.”
She looks back at me with a horrified face. And shakes her head. “No. Please. No. I don’t want to. I swear to God, I don’t want to, Nolan. Please don’t—”
I smack her ass so hard, she wails. “Hold still,” I yell. “Or it will hurt and I won’t let you blame me for your mistakes. Hold still.”
She obeys, her limbs still trembling from the cold and her adrenaline. I reach down to her knees and spread her legs open, then push her face down onto the hardwood floors. “Keep it right here, Ivy. Press your face into the floor and don’t move or this won’t go easy. It’s up to you. Let me do it right and you’ll enjoy it. But make me fuck up—” I yank her head back by her hair again, and press my mouth to hers to whisper, “And it will be all your fault.”
I let go of her hair and she lets her head fall down to her chest, then rests it back on the floor.
“Such a good, good girl.” I step down two steps until my face is even with her wide legs and then I lower myself to her spread-open pussy.
The first lick is delicious. She tastes sweet and ready. And the way she begins to moan as I lick and suck has me tugging on my cock.
I lick her asshole while pushing my finger inside at the same time. She moves forward, trying to escape the pain.
“Shh,” I say. “Keep still.” I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a small tube of lube, uncapping it with my teeth.
She moans as I squirt it on her puckered ass, and then leave it on the stairs, uncapped.