Yours Book 2: Gaining Experience (Yours Series) (16 page)

N
ick

I
haven’t felt
this out of control in years. I started this evening hopeful. I needed to see if Sephora could handle my world. I have no intention of hiding her as my wife.

I am also tired of waiting to propose. So when I looked into her eyes in the closet and finally saw that she will be fine, I made my decision final. I just didn’t expect that tonight would turn into such a shit storm.

I didn’t mean to lose my shit on that reporter. I was just already on edge knowing I planned to propose tonight after the fundraiser. Those plans changed once those photos were shoved in our faces. I know I will have to smooth over that fiasco and I have just the plan to do so.

Just when I had that plan settled and worked out in my head. The shit hits the fan. This bastard is at it again. I just can’t figure out what has triggered him this time.

Joe and Wyatt swear to me that he is not onto them. None of the other guys have made a move as of yet. Everyone is sticking to the plan. I have yet to play my hand.

The only thing I can put my finger on is that this sick bastard has come out of hiding because I am seeing Sephora. My happiness must have set him off. I just don’t understand why. What the fuck does this guy have against me being happy?

I have a feeling going public with our relationship may be a problem with this asshole, but like I already stated I will not cower in a corner because of this motherfucker. Let him come for me. The sooner I know who I am dealing with, the sooner I can put his ass to rest once and for all.

“Nick, what’s going on,” Sephora’s sweet voice asks me for the millionth time as we sit in the back of the limo.

I swallow hard and turn away from the window I am staring out of to answer her. “Someone broke into the FLI offices tonight. They plastered pictures all over my office,” I reply emotionlessly.

Sephora wrinkles her brows at me. “Pictures, what kind of pictures,” she asks.

“The pictures from the scene of the accident. The ones of Ivana to be exact,” I swallow again trying to get pass the lump in my throat. “She…. Her body was thrown through the windshield in the accident. They plastered those photos all around my office along with the pictures that reporter shoved in our face.”

I watch as all the blood drains from Sephora’s face. She closes her eyes and turns away from me. “Is that why you make me wear my seatbelt all the time,” she whispers.

“Yes,” I choke out and slide across the seat to wrap my arms around her. “I have to know you are safe.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs.

I pull her head against my chest. “For what, none of this is your fault. You have nothing to be sorry about,” I murmur into her hair.

“Nick, I –,” her words are cutoff by the ringing of my phone.

“I have to take this call,” I say before answering it. I need to know who on my security staff at the FLI building is about to get fired. My office being broken into is unacceptable.

Sephora

I feel like a hundred percent, grade A shit. This is my fault. I know I have gotten in over my head. Carver’s words are ringing in my ears. Somehow others are on to me. I almost told Nick everything in the limo, but his phone stopped me from getting out the truth.

Nick has been on the phone since we arrived back home. I thought a bath would help me clear my mind, but it only allowed my mind to wonder even more. I just don’t know what to do.

What if telling Nick will only put us in more danger? There has to be something I can do. My mind is racing as a plan starts to form in my head. Wyatt! Ryan is always bragging about how Wyatt is the best at what they do.

I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. If I talk to Ryan, maybe he can at least ask his brother to help me or hear me out. He and Nick are close. Nick said himself, that his friends were the only ones that know of his past. Maybe Wyatt can fill in the gaps for me and I can finally figure out what to do from here.

I jump out of the tub and toss a towel around me. My hair is still dry since I pulled it into a messy bun on top of my head before getting into the shower. I look for my phone in the bedroom. I finally find it on the floor on my side of the bed, next to the shoes I kicked off.

I dial Ryan’s number and wait for it to ring. I frown when his voicemail picks up. With a sigh, I leave a rushed message. “Hey Ry, it’s me Sophi. I think I need to have that talk. Call me.”

No sooner than I hang up the phone, the door to the bedroom opens. I look up to see Nick standing in the doorway. He doesn’t say a word he just holds out his hand. I look at him for a moment, taking in everything about him.

I can read in his eyes that he is in turmoil. I know what he is asking me for. The old me may have shied away, but I trust Nick with my life and I know that I am a part of the cause of his turmoil.

I toss my phone, drop my towel from my body and stroll over to Nick. I am proud of my new body and I show it in the sway of my hips. It’s not that I feel like I lost weight so much. It is more of the fact that I have toned the body that I have and I like it.

Nick’s eyes roam hungrily over my body, emboldening me even further. I stop right before him and place my hand in his. His large hand is warm to the touch and engulfs mine.

Without a word he turns and leads me to the playroom. Thankfully, Kimmie and Luke’s rooms are on the other side of the house. I have gotten used to Nick leading me to the playroom naked when it suits him.

Nick pushes the door open once he unlocks it. “Step into the center of the room. Stand there and don’t move,” Nick commands.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply and follow orders.

I go to stand in the center of the room just as I am told. I am a bit curious. There is a sort of tarp on the floor underneath my feet. I ignore the tarp for now, Nick hasn’t requested that I not watch him which means he wants me to.

My eyes follow his every move and he moves to the edge of the tarp and pulls his already loosened tie from around his neck. He tosses it aside and starts to release the buttons of his shirt.

I involuntarily lick my lips as his muscled chest starts to peek out from underneath his shirt. Nick finishes with the buttons, his cufflinks must have been taken off in his office. He tosses the shirt over with his tie.

Nick’s shoes and socks are already gone, leaving him in just his tuxedo pants that hug his powerful legs. I moan when his penis twitches against the black fabric of his pants. My eyes flick up to his to see if I have disappointed him with my response.

Nick says nothing. I straighten and remind myself that we are in the playroom. Nick walks over to me, pressing his thumb to my lower lip. He drags his finger to the corner of my jaw. I am sure he has effectively smudged whatever was left of my red lipstick.

“I wish I had gotten to you before you took off that dress. I wanted to be the one to get you out of it,” Nick says in a deep rumble. “But I have a better idea.”

With that Nick kisses the corner of my mouth where he has smudged my lipstick across my face. He takes a step back and admires me standing before him before he turns and crosses the room to the hidden chest behind one of the toy shelves on the wall.

I watch him reach inside and place something in his pocket before he reaches in again and removes a glass vessel. His face is still blank when he moves back in my direction. I watch him move like a lion baring down on his prey. Nick comes to a stop before me and nods his head.

We have been in this room enough times for me to know he is silently asking me to get on my knees. I do as he has silently commanded me to do. Nick opens the vessel in his hands and tips the bottle over my right shoulder.

Warm liquid pours out over my shoulder, making me stifle a moan. Nick moves the bottle causing the liquid to spill down over my breasts and down my chest as he moves to the other shoulder. He walks around me allowing the oil to flow down my back.

The feel of the oil rolling down my skin is so sensual and has my senses heightened as the scent of peaches fills my nostrils. I want to squirm, but I won’t dare. I know Nick will reward me sooner with my first orgasm if I am on my best behavior. I also know we are in here because he needs to feel in control right now. That is something I know I can give him.

Nick returns to stand in front of me with his legs parted wide as he gazes at me. He recaps the bottle and walks it over to a table top nearby. When he returns he drops to his knees in front of me.

Placing my chin in between his forefinger and thumb, he lifts my face until I am staring up at him panting. He leans in to nip at my bottom lip. His other hand pinches my nipple.

“You will not come until I tell you to,” Nick commands. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply.

Nick releases my nipple and lets his finger run through the oil down my breast, over my belly and down between my legs. He stops just shy of touching me right where I need him most. His finger takes another trip through the oil to my thigh, over the globe of my ass and finally between the cheeks. “Tonight I’m going to claim all of you. I think you are more than ready,” Nick breathes against my lips.

Releasing my chin, Nick begins to rub the oil into the skin of my backside. When he is satisfied with his work there his hands slide up my sides right beneath my breasts. His thumbs run over my oil soaked skin on the underside of my full mounds. A shiver runs through me and travels down my spine.

I bite off a whimper when Nick backs away and lifts to his feet. He walks to the throne that he has moved to the center of the room as he has done a few times before. He takes a sit and it is sexy as hell how he slumps into the chair with one leg stretched out before him and the other bent as they fall wide apart. His hands rest on the arms of the throne chair.

“Play with yourself for me Sephora,” Nick rasps lazily.

I force my shyness to the side and reach for my breast. I run my fingers through the oil and begin to tentatively rub it in. This isn’t the first time he has asked me to touch myself, just the first time he has asked for me to do it like this with him watching.

Needless to say I am so turned on. I feel so sexy having him watch me like this. My lips part as he reaches to release his erection from his pants. The fact that he is now stroking himself as well encourages me to do more. So I rest my other hand against my belly and run it through the oil on my flesh.

“Good, my little Butterfly. Don’t be shy. I’m going to make you my queen, Sephora. Show me my queen knows how to please her king. Show me you know how to make me come without touching me,” Nick says silkily.

My eyes go wide as I take in his challenge. That is exactly what I take his words for. They are a direct challenge to my right to be here in this room kneeling before this man. I fall back onto my ass and untuck my legs from beneath me. I let my legs fall apart to give him a view of my flower that is weeping for him.

With my oil slicked fingers, I part my folds and push my fingers in. I pull them back out to use my juices to circle my nub and as a bright idea hits me, I dip them back in and use my oil and pussy juice soaked fingers to lube my puckered hole.

I don’t take my eyes off of Nick. His lips part and he leans forward as I become bold and release my inhibitions. I squeeze my own breast and roll my nipple through my fingertips. Nick growls and I smile in satisfaction.

I take my time allowing him to watch me and making sure he has a full view of all of my motions. I am so turned on. This is not as good as his touch, but knowing I am turning him on by touching myself ramps up my own pleasure.

I can’t help but cry out when he lifts his hips to pull off his pants and kicks them from his feet. He is on his feet in the next motion, still stroking and watching me. I am so close as I alternate plunging my fingers in and out of me and running my soaked fingers to ring my forbidden hole. I won’t breach it. I know Nick wants that pleasure for himself.

Nick stops before me with lust filled eyes. “Sit up, I want you to catch every drop,” Nick commands and I do as he says. “Hands behind your back.”

I open my mouth and wait to receive his hot come. I don’t have to wait long. Nick calls my name as the first stream jets out.

“Swing. Now,” Nick grunts.

I scurry to my feet and move over to the swing that is suspended on the other side of the room. We have never used it before so I stand beside it and wait for him to give me my next instructions.

Nick moves over to the table and retrieves the remote. Music starts to fill the air and it takes me all of a minute to realize it is a recording of me playing. I don’t even know when he had time to record me. I have been playing more. Kimmie says the baby likes it. So I have been playing for her.

Nick stalks over to me, lifting his hand to my face when he comes to a stop. He wipes my chin with his thumb, then holds it to my mouth. I wrap my lips around his finger and suck, loving the salty, sweet flavor that I know to be Nick.

“You love the way I taste, don’t you,” Nick’s eyes glitter with lust as he watches me.

“Yes, Sir,” I moan and lick my lips.

Nick cups the back of my neck and pulls me to him for a demanding, searing kiss. He backs me towards the swing not breaking the kiss once. He lifts first one of my arms than the other over my head.

I feel as he secures my wrists into the cuffs hanging from the swing. He then lifts me into the strip that provides a thin seat. Nick breaks the kiss long enough to secure my thighs. Once I am secure and my legs are spread wide before him, he steps in, cupping my face and devouring my lips once again.

I am drowning in his kisses when he breaks away and drops to his knees. I want to sing to the rafters. I know he is about to give me exactly what I need.

What I am not expecting is my comfort level with the swing. I relax into the feel of floating in the air. Nick grabs my hips bringing me to his mouth.

“Hold on to the straps if you need to, Baby,” Nick murmurs before his face disappears between my legs.

My eyes roll back and I grab for the black straps. I realize that the movement causes me to sway into Nick’s mouth. I test the swing by rocking forward with my hips. Nick groans his approval into my core, causing me to look down at him.