My home phone was ringing when we arrived. Nash groaned when I ran to the kitchen to answer it, but I had been waiting on a call from my mum so I ignored the impatient look he gave me.
The phone call wasn’t from my mother, but rather, a telemarketer who I struggled to get off the phone. Nash stood in front of me undoing his belt and then his jeans. His eyes remained locked on mine, and goddamn if I wasn’t turned on watching him. When his hands moved to the bottom of my short skirt and found their way under it, a shiver of anticipation ran through me. And when his hand slid into my panties and his finger teased my pussy, I tried like hell to get the woman off the phone, but she wouldn’t let me get a word in. I couldn’t bring myself to just hang up on her, though. Damn manners.
Nash pressed his lips to my neck and licked and sucked me for a moment before growling, “Hang the phone up, baby, my cock is so fuckin’ hard right now.”
I shut my eyes and bit my lip as I tilted my hips trying to get closer to him. The woman kept talking but I didn’t hear a word of what she said. My mind was completely consumed by Nash now.
In the end, he grabbed the phone out of my hand and hung it up for me. Then he grabbed hold of my top and ripped it open. Buttons scattered everywhere as he pulled it off. His lips swept across mine, hard and rough. And when his eyes found mine again, he said, “When you sew those buttons back on, you’ll be naked in front of me so I can watch. Every damn button you have to sew back on will make you remember what I’m about to do to you. And I wanna see you remember.”
Oh, God.
My legs trembled, and I fought to keep my balance.
His phone rang and frustration flashed across his face as he reached into his pocket to retrieve it. Placing one hand on my collarbone, he curled his fingers around my neck and held me in place, up against the kitchen counter, while he answered his phone.
Unable to concentrate on much more than his hand at my neck and his body against mine, I barely registered his conversation, but it was quick because it didn’t take him long before he said, “Change of plans, sweet thing. Scott doesn’t need me straight away so we’ve got some extra time.”
Before I could respond, he’d let me go and had stalked to my kitchen table. A few moments later, he returned with a chair and placed it in the centre of the kitchen. Then he came to me and stripped my remaining clothes off. His movements were decisive and I knew he had a plan for this, and that excited the hell out of me. I loved Nash taking charge like this.
He pointed at the seat and directed, “Sit.”
I did as he said, and watched as he took his clothes off. Our eyes didn’t leave each other’s until he turned to rummage through my drawers. He went through a few drawers and I knew he couldn’t find what he was searching for by the frustrated grunts he made. After he cursed a few times, he grabbed something out of one of the drawers and slammed it shut. Turning back to me, he held plastic wrap. I wondered where he was going with this, but he didn’t make me wait too long before showing me.
Kneeling in front of me, he wrapped the plastic wrap around my waist and the chair, binding me to it. When he had me secured, he stood and dumped the box of wrap on the counter before looking down at me. “All this fuckin’ gift wrapping has got me in the mood, and after all the playing you’ve been doing with me – driving me fuckin’ crazy from all your teasing – I figure it’s my turn to play with you. Couldn’t find what I was after, but this will do,” he said, nodding his head at the wrap around my waist.
Mental note – tease Nash more often.
He traced my lips with his finger. “Do you want my cock in here as much as I do?”
God, yes.
I opened my mouth and sucked on his finger before letting it go and saying, “I always want your cock in there, Nash.”
A grunt escaped his mouth and he straddled me without resting his full weight on my legs. His lips crashed down onto mine and he kissed me deep and hard. Demanding. And fuck, it was erotic having him sit on me like this. One of his hands held my cheek and the other held my neck, and I loved his firm grip. There wasn’t anything more of turn on to me than a man who liked to dominate in the bedroom.
He continued to kiss me, keeping one hand around my neck while trailing his other hand down my body to play with my breasts and nipples, all while grinding himself against me. He worked me into such a state that all I wanted to do was move with him, however the plastic wrap that bound me to the chair prevented me from moving. And that drove me crazy.
I reached for his cock, determined to drive him just as crazy, but his hand quickly moved to mine and halted my progress. Pulling his lips from mine, he rasped, “No touching until I say so.” He moved both my hands so they hung by my side. “Don’t move them from there,” he ordered.
My eyes widened. It was unlike Nash not to want me to touch him. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.