Natalie Vs. Prince

He pulls me close to him.

Ah, fuck it.

Forgiven.

19

Natalie

After Connor’s grand entrance, none of us wanted to waste any time. We needed each other, and we needed it so fiercely there simply was no time to lose. He handed me his helmet, I hopped on his bike, and off we went, riding through NY’s traffic toward his place at the Dakota.

We’re already there, racing through the courtyard at a hurried step. When he opens the door to his apartment, we stumble inside and turn into each other in silence. Then, the moment we hear the door closing behind us, all hell breaks loose.

We fall into each other’s arms, our mouths crushing as the fire of desire engulfs us both. Connor’s hands go straight to my waist and he pushes me back, pinning me against the wall as we kiss. Our tongues run in circles around one another, our kiss a dance of lust and desire.

Just like the first time we were together, I can barely believe this is happening. When all seemed lost, Connor came through and saved me from a life without him. Happiness? No, that’s not the state I’m in. It’s more than that, so much more. With him by my side, I have everything that I have ever dreamed off. With him by my side, I don’t need anything else.

“I love you, Natalie… Never doubt that. Not for one fucking second,” he tells me, pulling back from our kiss and gently pressing his forehead against mine. I look into his eyes, my heart drumming a song of ecstatic happiness. My heart knows this is my happy ending, and so does the rest of my body; I feel a growing wetness between my legs, but this is so much more than simply lust. It’s passion and love; it’s all the good that a human being can feel.

“I love you too… You’re my world, Connor,” I whisper, my heart tightening as I realize that I really believed our story had ended. How could that be, when we are made for each other?

I take one hand to his face, brushing my thumb against his lips, and a grin dawns on my face. “Now… I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I tell him, feverish thoughts bubbling up in my mind. “My mouth, my ass, my pussy. Make it all yours,” I continue. Yeah, that’s right, I used to be such a nice girl, and now look at me. Dirty as dirty can be, and Connor was the one who made me like this. And I love it, I just do. And now that I have him, I believe that things are only going to heat up from this moment forward…

“Look at you,” he starts with a grin, slowly sliding his fingers down my dress until they meet the hemline. “What happened to you, love?” he asks me, that deliciously wicked grin of his making my insides clench.

“You happened to me,” I respond, licking my lips as his fingers slowly make the hike up my legs and under my skirt. He goes to my outer thighs and, there, he grabs my thong and pulls it down. The fabric falls down to my feet, and I don’t even bother to look at it; I just kick it to the side.

“Much better,” he chuckles, taking his hands out from under my dress. “Now, let’s make this more interesting…” he whispers, walking past me and straight into his bedroom. I’m almost there when he comes out, one of his dark ties wrapped around his hand. I stand still, looking from the tie to him, and he just grins at me, deviousness flickering in his eyes.

“Now, do you trust me?” he asks me, raising his hands and unrolling his tie. I don’t even say a thing; I just nod, pursing my lips as my heart starts to beat at a maddening pace. With a smile on his lips, he laces the tie around my head, covering my eyes, and knots it. As I drown into darkness, I bite on my bottom lip, waiting for what Connor does next.

I gasp as he picks me up from the floor and, carrying me in his arms, walks a few feet before putting me down. I feel the soft mattress shifting under my weight and I lay back, my heart pounding so furiously there’s a knot in my throat. I wait to see what happens, but I don’t even feel Connor on the mattress. Has he left the room? What does he have in mind? But then I feel the mattress shifting again, this time under his weight, and I prepare myself for the ocean of pleasure he intends to drown me in.

Blindly, I reach for him, but before I can find and touch him, he curls his fingers around my wrist and stops me. “I’m not done,” he merely says, and then I feel silk around my right wrist, and then around the left one. He pushes both my arms up and, moving around on the mattress, he ties me up to the bedposts. I struggle against my bindings, testing his knots, but there’s no way out from this: now he’s in control. He has all the control.

“What now?” I ask him, a wild grin on my face.

“Now… Now you’re mine for me to do as I please,” he whispers against my ear, my pussy growing even wetter as his words go straight to my brain. Mine for him to do as he pleases… Has anyone ever said anything more wickedly delicious? I doubt it.

I tremble as I feel the touch of his fingers on my ankles; he brushes his fingertips against my skin and then, grabbing my heels, he takes them off and then I hear a dry sound as they hit the floor.

“Do it… Whatever you want,” I whisper, barely able to hear my own words. My heart is pounding so hard into my eardrums that I’m practically deaf right now.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I hear him say, the sound of his voice coming at me as if we are in a dream. In a sense, we are. I mean, this is a dream come true, in every sense of the word. In fact, I don’t think that dreams can ever be this good.

His fingertips go over my skin, slowly moving up my legs until they meet the hem of my dress. Using his thumbs, he pushes the fabric until it’s around my waist, and my skin prickles as I imagine him looking at my soaked thong. Then, I feel his lips above my right knee, and he starts laying gen

tles kisses over my body in an upward line until he reaches my inner thigh. Instead of going for my pussy, though, his mouth moves to the side and his kisses go for my other thigh.

“I need to see you,” he whispers and then, as if his words weren’t clear enough, he continues, “I need to see all of you.” Placing both of his hands on my thighs, he parts my legs and kneels himself there; then, he flattens the palm of his hands over my stomach and runs them up until his fingertips are touching my collarbones. “I’m sorry, love,” he says, and then he pulls the fabric harshly. The dress strains against my body, and then there’s a ripping sound as the fabric tears. He pulls until the whole dress comes off and, as soon as that happens, he rests his fingertips on my stomach once more. Moving softly, he traces a straight line with his fingers toward my cleavage, and he only stops when he meets my bra. As my bra fastens at the front, he just flicks his fingers and undoes the clasp, the cups sliding off of my breasts smoothly. “You’re fucking perfect, love…” he whispers, his fingers moving over the curve of my right breast and then gently circling my hard nipple.

“This is torture, Connor…” I tell him, my voice quivering as his fingers inch closer to my rosy tip.

“I know,” he says, and I sense the wide grin he has on his face. He’s really enjoying himself… And, well, so am I. There’s something about being with a man while you’re blindfolded and tied up—there’s a sense of vulnerability that you wouldn’t get otherwise, and that just makes everything so much better. It’s frustrating, sure, but I’d say the payoff merits the effort.

Connor traces soft lines around my nipple, but he never touches it. When he moves to my left breast and does the same there, my heart kicks and thrashes against my ribcage in protest. I want, no, I need his touch… And he knows it. Instead of giving me what I want, he has chosen to tease and torture me, to draw me completely insane.

“Connor…” I whisper, raising my hips from the bed as my body begs for more, so much more. Still, he keeps on teasing me, circling my nipples with maddening patience. I’m so wet right now that I already feel my fluids dripping down my thighs and soaking the sheets under me. I try and struggle against the ties, but it’s a futile mission; unless he unties me, I don’t have a say on what happens now. And, as frustrating as it is, I can’t help but love it.