Silent No More (9 page)

In front of us is a medium-sized house. It’s brick
with a small porch on the front and a rattan-hanging chair on the end. “Let’s
go inside,” he says as he turns off the ignition, opens the car door and steps
out. I follow, stepping out of the car into the warm night air. Walking up
behind him to the front door, I’m wondering why we are here, and even though I
don’t know whose house this is, I think I like it. It’s not too big, and it
smells like the ocean. I don’t think we’re that far from the beach. 

He unlocks the door with a key from his key ring.
Why does this look odd to me? He lets me walk in first and the lights
automatically come on. The door closes behind me and I hear a dog barking,
perhaps more than one. Maybe this house belongs to a friend of his, and he’s
here to feed and water their pet or pets. It doesn’t seem like anyone’s home.

“Whose house is this?” I ask, following him
through the foyer, past the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Mine,” he replies as he places his keys on the
granite kitchen island. 

“I thought you lived at The Cove?” I ask,
confused. Why has he been staying at The Cove if he has a house not far from
the place or even work?

“No, I was just staying there while my house was
having some renovation work done,” he says and walks to the back door. Upon
opening it, two dogs barrel in and start jumping on Nick, begging for
attention. 

I smile because I love dogs, and his are
beautiful. They are both German Shepherds. The big one is black and tan, while
the small one, who looks to be a young puppy, is solid white. The puppy jumps
off Nick running up to me. The puppy slides into my legs as it tries to stop,
but can’t because of the slick hardwood floor.

Bending down, I scoop the little furry ball up
into my arms. “I hope you like dogs,” Nick says as he closes the door leading
out to the backyard and moves to a large plastic container holding their dog
food. He scoops food into two bowls, placing them underneath the granite
island. I place the puppy down on the floor; she takes her place next to the
bigger dog.

“I love dogs,” I say enthusiastically. “I’ve never
gotten a dog because I can’t stand the thought of one cramped in a small place.
I volunteer occasionally at an animal shelter so I can play with them,” I say,
walking to stand next to Nick in the kitchen.

“The big guy is Niko and she’s Charmin,” he states
and I raise an eyebrow. Surely not.

“What’s that look for?”

“Um, her name,” I say as I gesture to his puppy.
“It’s not after the toilet paper is it?” No way would someone name their pet
after that.

“Yeah,” Nick laughs. “She’s white, soft and
definitely fluffy.” He has an amused look on his face.

“And Niko? Where did he get his name from?” I ask.

“A character from a video game,” he responds and I
almost burst out laughing.

“You play video games,” I state. He does not look
like a man who plays video games.

“Not often, but they can be entertaining, and
hell, I’m guy, so yeah,” he laughs out as he picks me up and sits me on the
island. I smile.
“So do you like my
house?” he asks as he positions himself between my thighs. My dress rides up to
accommodate him. I could get used to him constantly between my thighs.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I say, “I don’t
know yet. I haven’t had a tour.” I only say that so he will show me the rest. I
can already tell I like his house.

With that, he scoops me into his arms and turns.
“This is the kitchen, over there is the living room,” he says while gesturing
off the side of the kitchen. The kitchen and living room are open to each other,
both on the backside of the house. There is a large couch in the center of the
room facing the biggest flat screen TV I’ve ever seen.

Turning again, he walks out of the living room, and
back into the foyer. Pointing to the left of the front door, he says, “That is
the downstairs bathroom,” and pointing to the right he tells me, “and that is
the formal dining room, although not so formal as you see.” I laugh a little.
He has a pool table in the formal dining room, where there would typically be a
large table.

He turns around and gestures up the stairs. “There
are two guest bedrooms up there. They are empty, so there is no need to show
you two bare rooms.” He walks past the stairs into another room. He flips the
switch on the wall and dim lights come on.

“This is the master, my room,” he explains as he sets
my feet on the floor. The room is warm, but modern. The walls are grey; the
furniture is black and the bedding is all white. The bedding is the only thing
white in the room. His bed is large; I’d say it’s a king size. I really like
the look and feel of this room. Hell, I love the look and feel of this house.

“I wouldn’t have pictured you in a rather normal-size
house,” I say, turning to take everything in.

“I grew up in a huge house and
hated
it,” he says emphasizing the word
hated. He takes his jacket off and places it across the back of a chair in the
corner. He closes the bedroom door; I assume because he doesn’t want the dogs
to come in here after they’ve finished their meal.

“What, no dogs in the bedroom?” I ask as he walks
to me.

“They are allowed in here; just not at this very
moment,” he says with a knowing grin. He runs both hands down my arms.

“Right now, the only thing I want to play with is
you.” His smile is wicked. My heart rate increases at the possibility.

He kneels on the floor and lifts my foot to rest
on his knee. He unbuckles my sandal, tosses it to the floor, and repeats the
step with the other foot. Once he is done, he stands back up and looks down at
me. His eyes are hooded, but his face is playful. I smile at him and reach for
his tie to loosen it. The way this man looks at me causes goose bumps to form
all over my skin. Once I have it pulled out of his shirt, I toss it in the
direction of the chair.

I untuck his shirt from his pants and start
unbuttoning. Once I have the last button undone, I place my hands underneath,
and rub upward until I reach his shoulders. His skin is hot and heats my
fingers. From there, I push the shirt off and it pools on the floor behind him.

He kicks his shoes off, lowers his head down to my
neck, and kisses that spot he likes so much. “You look like heaven dressed in
white,” he tells me as he reaches behind my back to pull the zipper down. “If
you didn’t feel like heaven, I couldn’t bear to take it off,” he says breathily
as my dress is pooling on the floor. The things this man says makes me weak in
the knees.

The bulge in his pants is hard and aching to be
released. I can feel it pressing again my stomach. I want to feel it. I want to
taste it; I have an overwhelming need to have it in my mouth.

I undo the buckle on his belt and pull it from the
loops of his pants, letting it fall to the floor. I pop the button on his pants
as he’s unclasping my bra. He tosses my bra to the floor and I pull down the
zipper of his pants.

Kneeling on the floor, I grab his pants and boxer
briefs and yank them down, freeing his hard length. He’s naked and I’m kneeling
down in front of him only wearing my silky white panties. In this moment, I
want nothing more than to worship his cock with my mouth.

He’s looking down at me and I’m gazing up at him.
He has a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. It’s a look of power and
strength, lust and need. He looks glorious from this angle. I think I would do
anything for him.

I grab his penis, fisting my hand around the base
and bring my lips to it. Opening my mouth, I dart my tongue out and twirl it
around the tip. I hear a quick intake of air and then he moans low when I run
my tongue along the underside and along each side of him, coming back to the
tip and twirling my tongue again. His cock is fully lubricated with my saliva.

Opening wide, I take him in my mouth, clasping my
hand tighter around his cock. He grabs hold of my hair, fisting my red locks in
his hands.

“Fuck, Shannon, God, that feels good,” he says,
 
breathlessly. I move back and forth, my
mouth and hand in unison. I continue this rhythm for a few more seconds then
quicken the pace. I move my hand down, cupping his testicles and tug lightly. I
take him further in my mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he shouts. I go
deeper and speed up a little. I take him slightly down my throat swallowing as
I continue the pace, going back and forth. 

“I’m going to come,” he says through pants as he
tightens the grip on my hair. Strands are pulled taut and it’s a little
painful, but I don’t slow down. I don’t care how hard he pulls. The harder he
pulls the more turned on I am. He spills himself into my mouth and I swallow as
it shoots out, running down my throat. I don’t lose a drop as I find myself
liking the salty taste of his seed.

“Fuck,” he says breathlessly, releasing my hair.

“Feel better?” I repeat the same question he asked
me only an hour earlier. 

“Much,” he says and holds out his hand for me to
take. I do and he helps me stand. He leans down and kisses me passionately. He
cups both butt cheeks as he lifts my legs to wrap around his waist.

“Thank you, baby,” he says, walking over to the
bed. He gently places me in the center of the mattress, and he pulls a pillow
underneath my head for comfort. Then he settles between my legs and pulls my
panties off slowly while planting soft kisses down the center of my right
thigh. He tosses my panties behind him and trails more kiss up the inside of
the same thigh. He has a devilish grin playing across his face. It’s cute.

Running his right hand underneath my thigh and
upward, he grabs the flesh of my ass cheek in his hand and squeezes. “I want to
fuck this beautiful ass, baby. Will you let me?” he asks and I’m startled. This
I did not anticipate. No one and no object has ever entered that region, and I
never plan for it to.

Where the hell did that come from? Right out of
left fucking field, that’s where.

I shake my head from side to side. I can only
imagine the terrified look I must be giving Nick. He moves across to my left
thigh and plants soft kisses along the inside.

“I want to have a part of you that no other person
has had or will ever have. Will you give this to me?” he asks and his grin has
gone to a serious stare. I sit up on my elbows.

“What makes you think I’ve never don
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” He cuts me off before I finish my sentence.

“Because the truth was written all over your
beautiful face when I asked.” Oh. Giving it serious consideration, I
contemplate what he has just told me he wants to do to my ass. Can I do it? Do
I want to do it? I really don’t think I do. I shake my head from left to right
again, giving him my final answer.

“Fine…not tonight, but Shannon…” he pauses and
smiles at me. He’s not mad that I just told him no to something he really
wanted. “I will have this,” he finishes as he squeezes my bottom again. “Close
your eyes, baby.”

I comply, but I feel the mattress expand and I
know Nick has just gotten out of the bed. He is back moments later and he
straddles my stomach. “Don’t open those beautiful eyes unless I say so.” What
is this man planning? At least, he isn’t trying to enter the back door.

With my eyes shut, my sense of hearing hitches up
a notch or two. I feel him above me, but I can’t tell what he is doing. I’m
intrigued.

Nick gathers my arms and pulls them over and above
my head. He places them together on the pillow, and then bending down, he
starts to kiss my neck, then moves up to my ear before he is trailing feather-like
kisses along my jaw. Finally, he reaches my lips. He sucks my bottom lip in between
his teeth and bites down. I gasp, giving him full access to my mouth where he
takes the kiss to the deepest depth. He alternates mingling his tongue with
mine, and sucking on it. God, I love every way this man kisses. He moves from
my mouth to the other side of my face. Again, with the feather-like kisses
until he reaches my earlobe. He bites, pulling in a downward motion with his
teeth. “Ahhh,” I say.

“You remember the other night when I told you that
you might regret what you said to me?” Nick says. His voice is soft and
seductive.

“Huh?” I say, trying to think, but not being able
to. With his lips on me, I can’t seem to concentrate.

He releases my hand and I feel his lips form into
a smile before he starts to trail more kisses down my neck. “Baby, this is
going to be my retribution,” he states. What the hell is he going on about?

His hands are skimming down each side of my body;
I want to wrap my hands around his shoulders, but I can’t. I tug, but my wrists
won’t move. “Be still,” I hear him say, but I open my eyes to see what is
keeping me from moving them. Arching my head back, I see my wrists bound
together with the tie he was wearing earlier. My mind flashes back to a dark
memory.
No. No.
I start to struggle.

“Get it off! Stop! No,” I gasp, a sob is forming
in my chest. I’m yanking on the material, but I’m not getting anywhere. I’m
only making my wrists hurt.