“Just think of all the pretty pictures we’re making, Miss Rockwell.” Nolan kisses me on the mouth and I lose it.
“Goddamn it!” I yell, my bound fists pummeling into his chest. I reach for the tie and yank, taking control of him for once.
“Goddamn it!” I scream. “Goddamn it! Goddamn it! What is real? I can’t fucking tell!”
But my outburst only lasts a second and then he’s got his silk tie wrapped around my face, painfully tight against the corners of my mouth.
Nolan cocks his head the way he does when he’s amused, as he ties the knot at the side of my head.
“That’s the point,” he says, grinning like a madman.
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Nolan
I’ve got her right where she needs to be. Confused. Conflicted. And terrified.
She mumbles something from behind her gag, that sounds like, “Nolan,” but I just shake my head and tsk my tongue. “I gave you a chance to be good, Ivy. I trusted you, and you ran. Now you have to trust me. It’s out of your control. This whole night has spiraled out of your control. You need to accept that and give in.”
She starts crying. Real tears. I watch her fingers for her signal as her fists tighten then open, splayed against my chest, trying to push me off her. But I stay right where I am and wait for her to calm down.
Why am I doing this? Why the fuck am I doing this to her? Especially her. Ivy Rockwell, Jesus fucking Christ. Why do I need this?
“Are you going to be good?” I ask.
“No,” comes out pretty clear from behind her gag.
My crooked grin makes her eyes widen. Her breathing is labored and her legs are kicking up. Harmlessly, but she’s still trying. I lean down and kiss her ear, whispering, “I like it when you fight. So keep fighting. It only makes me harder.”
She stills. Staring into my eyes. “Nolan—”
“Shhh,” I say. “I can’t understand you with the gag.”
A tear runs down her cheek and I know she’s very close to saying her safe word. But she’s not there yet. “Do you think…” I say, pausing for a moment to let the silence speak. “Do you think that word will help you now, Ivy? Do you really think I’ll stop if you cross your fingers?” My yellow silk tie is wet from her saliva and her gasp sends drool down her chin. “I won’t, Ivy. We’re here, in this together now. You’re mine, just like I said. You’re mine and you’re not going to put a stop to anything. I don’t want your legs tied, I want them open and thrashing when I take you. But you’re being bad. So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to untie your feet and you’re going to lie here and let me fuck you. And when I tell you to, you’re gonna come all over my dick. Do you understand me?”
Ivy’s eyes are wide and filled with fear. I’m still waiting for her to try the safe word. Waiting for her to cross her fingers.
But she doesn’t do either of those things. She simply nods her head.
“Good girl,” I say, scooting down the bed to her feet. I untie the rope from the post, leaving it on her ankle. She watches me like I am her whole universe when I slip my shirt off and pump my dick through my open zipper. I move to her other foot and untie that one from the post too.
I expect a fight, but she remains still. Like she’s too scared to move.
“I’m a little disappointed you’re giving in already.”
She mumbles something through her gag and even though it’s hard to hear, I know what she said. Fantasy. It’s a fantasy.
“It’s not a fantasy, Ivy. This is one hundred percent real. And you’re going to be so turned on, you’re gonna come back for more when I let you go home. You’re gonna think about this night with your fingers in your pussy. You’re gonna get off to this night, over and over, and over again.”
Ivy shakes her head no.
“No?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs, and then crawl my way up the bed with her body underneath me. My cock dragging along her stomach, aching to be inside her. “Let’s see about that.”
I drag the gag down her chin and she immediately starts crying and gasping for air. I don’t give her time to regroup, just grab a fistful of hair and shove my cock towards her mouth. “If you bite me, Ivy. I’ll bite you back.”
She’s frowning.
“Do you understand?”
“I’m never going to give you the satisfaction you’re looking for.”
“You have no idea what I’m looking for, Miss Rockwell. So just open your mouth and suck my cock the way you did last weekend.”
She hesitates. I wait for it. And just when I know for sure she’s gonna try that safe word out, she opens her mouth.
I lean down and kiss her mouth, saying, “You’re a quick learner,” as she cries. I pull back and ease my hips forward until the tip of my cock is on her tongue. Her wrists are still tied together, and they press against my thigh, but she doesn’t try to punch me, even though I practically asked her to a few minutes ago.
“Open wider, Ivy. My cock won’t fit and I wasn’t joking about that bite threat. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take my cock like a champ.”
She gags as soon as my dick presses against her soft palate, but I rise up and scoot her whole body forward so her head is hanging off the side of the bed. Her throat opens up and it’s so fucking beautiful, I get up and stand facing her hanging head, and shove my cock inside her warm mouth.
Her tied hands are immediately pushing, pressing on my lower stomach, desperate to make me step back. I watch her fingers carefully, but she is either too busy dealing with being choked by my cock, or she likes it.
I pump a few times and then lean over her body and play with her pussy. Ivy gasps for air during this reprieve, and then she moans.