She waited for him as the clock drew near midnight.
She knew he would come... he had to come. She was tired of his denials, and her body ached with the anticipation of his touch and his lips pressed against her skin. She would welcome him into her bed with no reservations. The game had been played for too long, each straining for self-control when they were near one another. She shook now when he stood behind her, his breath hot and fast against her ear and his hands draping her waist a little to close and a little too long. He knew the affect his presence brought, and she retaliated by leaning back ever so slightly, rubbing her bottom across his cock and smiling in victory when it responded.
The time for games was over. They were not children but it was pleasure she sought, and she choose her eye candy well. A simple silk negligee paired with a thong of white, whispery lace. She would pretend to be asleep she decided, minus the covers and turned away from the door so he could take her by surprise. She lay that way now, prone but alert as she listened for the creak that would announce his arrival.
It came then, followed by the briefest squeak as the door to her bedroom opened. She tensed, her skin tingling at his intake of breath as he shut the door behind him. She wanted to speak and to let him hear the husky anticipation in her voice but she wouldn't ruin the moment. She was giving him control, letting him take what he wanted after his torturous recriminations.
His breathing quickened but she closed her eyes even tighter, forcing herself to breath evenly as she felt him slip onto the bed. His hand trailed up her thigh, his thick fingers probing and scraping as they danced over her skin. With maddening slowness she felt the material slide up her thigh and bunch against her hip. He cupped her bottom, squeezing and molding it in his hands. She wanted to hold still but that was impossible now. She moved under his caresses, and when he slid his finger down the cleft of her bottom she shivered.
"Shhh," he whispered. He probed further still, his finger teasing as he probed the tight entrance. She bit her lip as he caressed her gently, willing her to relax and open to him. She shifted, parting her thighs ever so slightly because she wanted to please him, to let him know she was willing to do what he wanted.
"Will you let me take you this way Tawny?"
She nodded, feeling a rush of heat rush over her as his finger moved silkily in a circular motion, each time dipping into the entrance of her bottom. She hadn't expected the pleasure but it rushed at her now and she rose up slightly, offering her bottom to him as her heart thumped in anticipation.
He laughed then, an almost guttural sound she didn't recognize but she was caught in the moment now, a puppet useless under his wandering fingers. She waited almost anxiously as he leisurely stroked and caressed, his finger plunging harder, deeper, and when he slipped fully into her bottom a frenzied cry escaped her mouth.
"Yes," he drawled, then laughed in the same grating way. There was a hint of malice, something in his tone that was different. Part of her wanted to know why but the pleasure rose in her, and without understanding she began to buck against the finger inside her bottom.
"That's it," he rasped, and she felt his other hand caressing her bottom as she pushed against him, her breath coming in ragged pants as he penetrated her bottom, his finger lost in the hot tightness as she moaned.
"I didn't expect this... this desire for me to fuck your bottom, but it pleases me. Oh God," he choked. Suddenly his finger was gone and she cried out as the sudden bleak emptiness it brought. She froze, poised on the bed in the same position, wanting to ask what was wrong but afraid to speak. It was about him, this moment. It was all for him.
"Turn to me Tawny," he whispered.
Tawny swallowed, trembling as she felt him move away. Reluctantly, she laid back and she pressed against his long, lean frame. His cock was hard and poking her hip, and dizzily she wondered if he meant to put his cock in her bottom.
"I said... turn to me."
She turned her body towards him eyes closed, wanting to see him only when she was in the crook of his arm. She felt it underneath her neck and when she was next to him she opened her eyes...to find Nicholas above her.
"Don't look so scared," he admonished at her wide-eyed stare. "I have my hand over your mouth only because I know you'll scream, and not the type of scream I have in store for you."
Tawny struck at him with closed fists, pounding his arm and chest until he moved over her, his dark face looming as he deftly captured her hands and pulled them above her head.
"I thought you would fight. Good. I like a girl with spirit."
Tawny thought she could bite him, but she barely nipped his skin as his grip on her mouth tightened. She whimpered as he slid his thigh over her left leg, just before she was able to lift a knee to jab him in his groin.
Nicholas chuckled. "Don't you think I knew that was coming? Tawny, you need to submit yourself to this."
She realized with growing dismay that she was no match for him and her struggling would only weaken. Dazed, she relaxed her body and tried to ignore the sudden surge of desire she felt as Nicholas's cock tapped against her skin.
"Now," he said lowly, conversationally, "you and I are going to have a little chat. Rather, you will listen while I speak and nod when I ask. When you hear me ask do you understand, I want you to nod. Let's try it now. Do you understand?"
Tawny nodded, her lips quivering and he smiled.
"That's better. You hate me right now... don't you?"
She nodded.
"That's okay," Nicholas told her as he brought forward a length of small white rope. He pulled her up the bed by her clasped hands and swiftly wound the soft rope over and through, tightening them until she visibly winced.
"Now you're going to be a good girl and leave your hands above your head. I have plans for you that involve my hands, and I can't hold onto your wrists all night... am I right?"