Submit to His Passion

Chapter 7

Nick closed the door and his gaze was predatory, filled with lust. For a moment, Lindsay forgot how to breathe. She didn't think anyone would ever look at her with an intense desire. Nick pulled her into his arms, their bodies pressed tightly and the effects of their teasing pressed against her leg. "Sugar, you say stop and I will. Instantly. In fact, if you tense I will stop."

"I'm not afraid. I didn't know I could make someone look like you did."

"Like what sugar?"

She sucked in air. "Like you want me. Like you need me."

"Don't doubt I want you, Lindsay. When you kissed me, instant turn-on."

She smiled up at him. He peppered her mouth with kisses. "Can I touch you?" he asked.

She pulled her shirt over her head. "Everywhere, Nick. Is that short for Nicholas?"

"Just Nick." His mouth covered hers, his tongue made love to hers. How could one kiss create so much need? His hand covered her breast, massaging the soft tissue. Her breasts felt heavy with desire under his touch, her nipples ached for him. She ached for him for days.

She broke the kiss to take a few breaths. "We should go to the living room. Or the bedroom?" She wet her lips, dry from admitting what she wanted.

"Bedroom. I spent my evenings imagining you sprawled out on my bed, begging for my touch." He grabbed her mouth again with his. "I can't stop kissing you." He picked her up. "Now I don't have to."

"Nick, I can walk. We can stop long enough."

"I can't." He kissed her again while he climbed the stairs into his house. She saw none of the house as it went by, she clung to him, giving as good as she got. On Friday she only took, passive; tonight she wanted to make him feel good, she wanted to participate.

He lowered her slowly to the floor. She didn't let go when her feet touched soft carpet. He expertly flicked off her bra and pulled it away from her chest. He teased her nipples with her fingers, swirling the taut centers, then twirling them.

"Nick?" Her voice warbled.

"Do you need me to stop?"

"No. Please don't, but..."

"Tell me sugar. Anything you want." His eyes searched her face, concern wrinkled the corners of his mouth.

"I want you to hurt me. A little."

A slow smile crossed his face. He pinched her nipple tighter until she gasped. "Like that?" At her nod, he gave the other side the same treatment.

"Maybe you can spank me. A little?" Her heart picked up. Would he? Could she?

"Do you want to be over my knee or on the bed?"

"Which is easiest for you?" This was new territory for her.

"Across my lap so I feel your reactions." He framed her face with his hands and looked into her eyes. Was he trying to decide if she was certain? She wasn't certain of much, but she wanted pain during foreplay.

She licked her lips. "I'm sure, Nick, I've wanted a taste of pain for so long. I'll tell you if I hate it." She only worried she might not enjoy it as much as her fantasies. "I fantasized about being hurt."

A flash of heat rushed through her at admitting her deep desire. She couldn't hold back the smile that split her face knowing he wanted to fulfill her fantasies. Nick liked when she was aroused. He wanted her loud and aggressive and expressive.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. He pressed his lips over her racing pulse on the tender side of her neck. "I can't say no to that." Letting go of her, he tugged the waist of her pants. "You'll have to take these off."