Vodka On Ice
"He leaned against his door with his arms across his bare chest, thinking. She's pretty damn skittish. He sighed. Great in bed, but really skittish. He picked up the skirt and sweater she left behind and made his way back upstairs. One of her shoes was on the bottom step, the other on the stairway landing. He deposited all her belongings in his bedroom and sat on his bed, still thinking.
"Ah, Sacha, my sweet stripper. You have a luscious body and a short fuse. What am I going to do with you?"
Sounds a lot like you, old man, his conscience smirked. Well, the short fuse part.
"Damn it to hell! I was going to cook dinner for her and spend the night making love to her!"
The night's still young.
"And, your point?" he groused.
You could break down her door.
"That would go over well with the condo association," he replied sarcastically.
Eventually, she has to go out. Wait outside her door and grab her when she opens it.
"Sure, why not? I can see the headlines. Assistant Chairman of Security, Ltd. stalks and kidnaps a tenant in his building." Nick rolled his eyes.
Okay, you could wait till she's asleep, use your master key set, pick her lock, whatever.
"Now, it's breaking and entering. Well, that was productive," he sneered. Nick's stomach suddenly growled. He followed it downstairs to the kitchen.
He took his sandwich and beer out to the living room and turned on the TV. Just as he was getting comfortable on the couch, he wondered if he had locked the front door after Sacha left. He knew he'd forget about it later and made himself get up to check it. His arm was extended, ready to secure the deadbolt when he heard an odd sound just outside the door. Stilling his movements, he listened, trying to identify it. Finally, he realized that someone was trying to slip a piece of paper under the door. He opened it.
Sacha had stooped down in front of Nick's door, trying to slip a note under it. She was so startled by the door opening, she lost her balance and fell forward.
Nick grabbed her, lifted her into his arms and kicked the door shut behind him. "Returning to the scene of the crime, my little stripper?" he grinned, delighted to see her.
"Kiss my ass!" she fumed, squirming in his arms, kicking him, and trying to get free.
"I'd love to," he laughed. "It's a nice one. Think I'll spank it again and kiss it all over." He tossed her over his shoulder and headed upstairs.
"The hell you will!"
Nick chuckled. The evening was about to be salvaged. Sacha was still squirming when he laid her on the bed and leaned over her. He rested most of his weight on his elbows, letting his chest rest slightly on her, holding her down. One hand cupped her chin, the other pushing her hair behind an ear.
"Now what?" she said, suddenly nervous, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "You going to fu... f...?"
"I'm not going to fuck you, Sacha," he paused, remaining calm, gently stroking her face. "I'm happy to have you back in my arms, Kushla. I'm going to make love to you. That's what you want, isn't it?" he murmured, bending down to kiss her.
"You don't want to make love to me," she protested, not believing him. You really want to fuck me! Go ahead. Fuck me!"
What did I tell you about your language?" he growled, pulling off her jeans and sneakers, turning her over his lap and despite her protests, delivered swift and sharp swats to her unclad bottom. If he was surprised that she wasn't wearing underwear, he didn't mention it. He wrapped her in his muscular arms and loved her, kissing her sweet body, his mouth moving back and forth from her throat to her breasts, down to her belly and back up again. The iron muscles of his chest pressed against her breasts, crushing her into submission while his hard thighs and even harder erection signaled his need of her. By the time he entered her, she was slick from her juices, easing his way into her, and begging him to love her.
When he shouted his release, she grasped his shoulders, and then collapsed beneath him, her orgasm so intense she momentarily lost consciousness.
Afterward, he interlaced his fingers with hers, bringing her hand to his face and kissing her palm.
"Are you okay, Kushla?" he asked softly.
"Are you ever going to feed me?" she asked, her tone conveying that she was fading fast.
"Did you eat when you left?"
"No." She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his male smell.
"Are you diabetic?"
"You lied to me," he said matter-of-factly, no rancor in his voice.
"You made me mad."
"Do you always lie when you don't get your way?"
"Sometimes," she admitted.
"Don't lie to me again, Kushla," he said sternly. "I won't tolerate it and your pretty little ass will be very sore if you do."
Sacha didn't say anything.
He gave her a fixed stare. "I'll fix you something to eat.
Stay here," he ordered.
She glared at him, her lower lip jutting out.
"Are you going to obey me?"
"Obey you?" She was incredulous and her temper flared again. Reaching for her clothes, she bounded out of his bed and got her jeans half way on when he tackled her back to the bed.
"Not this time, little one. Not this time." His hard toned flesh overpowered her. He was an immovable object against her futile efforts to free herself.
"You miserable son of a bitch!" She swore softly. "How dare you! You... you... you bully! You only want to fu...fu... fuck me! You... you..."
Nick's face hardened into granite - his eyes lit with cold fury. "I am not a patient man." He spaced each word. "I. Will. Not. Tolerate. Disrespect." His gaze was brooding and intense. "Is. That. Clear?"
She was not easily intimidated. "Are you going to spank me again?" she goaded.
"Not yet, Sacha Ella Brody, but you *are* tempting me." "You're not man enough!"
Not man enough? With no warning, he hauled her over his lap and proved her wrong. His hand came down swift and hard, peppering her bottom cheeks until she begged him to stop.
"Apologize!" he hissed.
"I... I apologize," she sobbed, her butt burning with a new intensity.
He believed her, pulling her up into his embrace, and yanked her arms behind her back, kissing her hard. Holding her arms in one hand, he continued to kiss her. While she was distracted, he reached into the nightstand drawer, pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and secured her hands to the posts of the bed's headboard.
She sputtered at him. He laughed at her. "I'll be right back." He looked back at her as he exited the room. "Don't go anywhere," he teased and then laughed heartily at the expletives coming from the bedroom. He made a second sandwich and took it along with his uneaten one back upstairs. At the bedroom door, he paused long enough to focus his appreciative gaze on Sacha's naked form. Her arms were stretched above her head, her hands cuffed to the headboard. She had bent her legs and spread them, and her sex was fully exposed. He grew hard in an instant.
Fuck the sandwich! I'll have her, instead.
His dominant persona firmly in place, he sat on the side of the bed and smiled at her. "Hungry, Kushla?"
Sacha remained silent, glaring at him.
"Did you spread your legs for my benefit?" he asked quietly, "Or were you...?"
"I'm hungry," she announced, stretching her legs flat against the bed, closing her thighs.
"So am I," he murmured, his warm brown eyes traveled to her breasts, down to her thighs, and back up again.
"How am I going to eat, all trussed up like this?" she complained.
"I'm going to feed you," he assured her. "Then, I'm going to make love to you. And then," he paused, leaning over to kiss her lightly. "I'm going to make love to you again." His tongue slipped between her parted lips and kissed her hungrily. "And again."
Sacha shivered. She didn't want him to know how much she wanted him to make love to her. The situation was crazy. She hadn't come back to his condo to see him. She only intended to leave a note for him, a note that said he could put her clothes in a bag and leave them outside her door. Nothing more. She hadn't counted on the door opening when she stooped in front of it. And now, here she was - trussed up like a roped calf - in his bed. She'd get even if it killed her.
"What do you want to drink, Kushla? I'm having scotch."
"Do you have any vodka?"
"Yes, I do," he replied, a little surprised. He had been positive she was a wine drinker. "How do you like it?"
"Warm - room temperature - straight - half glass - no lime, no tonic, no ice."
He raised a brow. "Whoa, little girl," he leaned over her, gauging her expression. "You'll be three sheets to the wind in no time if you drink too much or too fast. You sure you want it that way?"
"Okay. Be right back."
He returned with three glasses - his scotch on the rocks, her warm vodka and a glass of ice. Putting the glasses on the nightstand, he lifted her by the waist until her body was propped against the headboard.
"Release me," she said sternly.
"No," he replied calmly and offered her a bite of her sandwich.
She took it, chewing, swallowing and glaring at him. She was thinking of insults but was hard pressed to come up with any that didn't include the word "fuck."
On the premise that it was better to have food in her stomach before she drank any vodka, Nick insisted that she eat half of her sandwich first.
Holding the glass to her lips, he let her take a few sips.
"More," she demanded.
"Not yet, Kushla."
"I want more!"
He arched a brow. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're a spoiled young lady?"
"I can't believe that," he grinned.
"Before you, I always got my way." She spread her thighs and then, seeing his eyes widen, she closed them again.
"Spread them again," his husky voice commanded.
She kept them closed.
"Do you want more vodka?"
She spread her legs. He offered her a few more sips.
"I love vodka," she murmured. "I like it warm."
"I like it warm, too," he replied, leaning down to kiss her folds, making her jump. "In fact, I like it hot... like you, my sweet stripper... hot... like you."
"You want me," she stated the obvious.
"I do," his lips continued exploring.
"You want me badly," she gasped, arching her hips closer to his mouth, damning him to hell, hating that he made her want him, and hoping he wouldn't stop.
"How badly do you want me?" Her head was beginning to spin, the tingling sensations rocking her, her breathing faster, the hungry ache within her making her crazy for fulfillment.
"Badly, very badly," he said softly and rose up on his knees, lifting her hips. Sacha wrapped her legs around his waist. Nick drew her to him and thrust deeply inside her... hard.
"Free my hands. I can't move in this position."
"No." One word, a denial.
She wanted to rail at him, but he was moving inside her, his hands on her ass pulling her to him as he thrust down. Slowly, he pulled back, then pulled her to him as he thrust again. He continued to tease their bodies with his slow thrusts until his breath was heavy and her demands had turned to whimpers.
He pulled out of her, released her hands, and turned her on her stomach at the edge of the bed. Sacha was too weak to protest. He raised her hips, spreading her thighs and thrust inside her from behind. One hand on her belly kept her ass upright, the other found her clit and thumbed it, making her gasp.
"I hate you," she whimpered, pushing back into him to meet his thrusts.
"I know you do," he grinned. "Do you want me to stop?"
"As soon as I can, I'm going to strangle you."
"I know you are," he chuckled. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I'm going to squeeze your balls and hurt you," she promised, her hands fisting the sheets.
"I'm counting on it, Kushla," he thrust faster and harder. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No-o-o-o-o," she screamed, her orgasm taking command of her body, the pool of her hot juices pushing him over the edge. He growled in her ear as he emptied into her and collapsed on top of her.
It took a great deal of effort to move off her body. He was sated and exhausted and surprisingly, satisfied. He knew he was going to keep her in bed with him all night, even if he had to handcuff her again.
He cradled her head on his shoulder and ran his hands down the length of her torso, pausing at her navel, circling it and then cupping her mound. Her curls were damp and he fingered the silky thatch of hair, his finger dipping lower to tease her clit.
"I'm thirsty," she said covering his hand. "Is there more vodka?"
"Yes, but you have to have it with ice this time."
"Because I don't want you to pass out..." he covered her lips with his as his fingers played with her honeyed parts. "Not yet, anyway."
"I like it warm."
"I like it on ice."
"I want it warm," she insisted.
"On ice," he said, continuing to kiss her.
"I'm going to have some on ice, right now," he murmured, reaching for her glass.
"Don't drink it all. I want some," she reached for the glass but his hand thwarted her movement.
"Lay back down, Kushla." Gently, he pushed her back on the pillows, then spread her thighs.
Sacha lay back on the pillow and closed her eyes, too sated to fight him.
Nick slipped down between her thighs and spilled a few drops of warm vodka on her lush sex and licked her. Sacha spread her thighs further apart, enjoying the sensation, purring softly.
He spilled a few more drops on her and then, with an ice cube between his teeth, rubbed his mouth up and down her slit. She sat up, inhaling sharply and growled!
He laughed, dropping the ice cube and then he pushed her back down and holding both of her hands at her hips, he held her down. He used his lips to retrieve the ice cube and rubbed it up and down her heated flesh until it was no more. Satisfied, he licked her until her breath was reduced to shallow gasps, her body his to command.