Chapter 105: Chapter 19

NATE

As we journey back to the hotel, we break the news to Dad that it’s time to return and begin his treatments. We’re aware that we’ll have to wait until his stitches are removed and he’s given the all-clear to start. Mandy is upset with me, but her irritation is short-lived.

Upon arrival, we drop them off, and as Mandy attempts to leave, I pull her back into the car, instructing the driver to head to the compound.

“Nate, what are you doing? We should be at the hotel with your parents!”

I shake my head, signaling no, as she settles back into the seat while the car speeds off. The compound will be nearly empty, making it the perfect setting. I’m determined to uncover her secret and understand why she kept it from me.

I glance at her, a smirk playing on my lips, as thoughts race through my mind. Thoughts of what I could do with her legs, her neck. I wrap my hand around her hair.

“If this is about Mason, Nate, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything! I should have been upfront!”

I lean in, locking eyes with her. I can’t help but smirk as I watch her try to decipher my thoughts.

“It’s not about Mason. I am his father.”

“Then what is this about?”

“It’s about a little secret you’ve been keeping from me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I observe her closely as she looks down at her hands, nervously fidgeting. I see tears slowly trickle down her face, and I wonder why she felt the need to hide it.

“Can we talk about it when we get to the house? I’ll explain everything.”

I nod in agreement, understanding her need for privacy. We sit in silence until the car pulls up to the house.

I quickly exit the car, rushing to open her door. As she steps out, she waits for me to join her. We enter the house and make our way upstairs to our room.

Once inside, I pour myself a scotch and take a seat, watching as she pours a glass of wine and sits across from me, taking a deep breath.

“Okay, this is going to be a story, but let me finish. If I get it all out quickly, I can deal with the flood of emotions that will follow. When I was eighteen, I made a foolish decision to get married. To a boy I thought I knew, someone I grew up with. He seemed sweet enough and the first month was amazing. Then, like a switch was flipped, he turned into a monster.

“I could never do anything right. His clothes had to be folded just so. The house had to be spotless every day. Dinner had to be ready when he walked in. I couldn’t eat too quickly. The kitchen couldn’t be left messy. If I failed to meet his standards, I was beaten. If I didn’t offer myself to him, he would take it. If I refused sex, I was beaten until I gave in. If I orgasmed, I was beaten. He wanted me to be submissive and this was his method. At one point, I became pregnant and was beaten for it. When I miscarried, I was beaten for that too. He would scream at me, calling me a worthless piece of shit who couldn’t even carry a child. I escaped by running away. I filed for divorce and never looked back. For eight months, I endured that hell. I went through therapy and all that.

“Now that you know all this, the thing that carried over was the fact that I liked having a dominant partner. Not someone who did it out of anger or hatred for me, but someone who did it because they loved me.”

I stare at her, realizing that this woman is strong. But then, she proves that she’s even stronger than I could ever comprehend.

“I love it when my hair is pulled. When my ass is smacked. Being choked until I almost pass out. There are other things, but I don’t really want to delve too deep into it. I know you’re not that kind of guy, which is why I never said anything. I know it’s not normal, but normal sex is okay. Except, I like to… Oh, just forget I said anything.”

She covers her face and rushes to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Well, shit, all right then.

This isn’t unfamiliar territory for me, but I’m not exactly comfortable. So, I call someone who is.

“Is everything okay, boss? You usually send a text!”

“Kyle, I need some advice on being dominant. Don’t ask questions, this isn’t typically my thing.”

I listen as he gives me a rundown, absorbing the information. Some of the things he talks about make me wonder. Then Molly jumps on the call, and hearing her perspective helps a lot more.

She understands that it will be rough, but he would never intentionally inflict pain. They also suggest a safe word, so I know when to stop if she says it. I thank them for their time, and after hanging up, I stare at the bedroom door.

I stand up, removing my jacket and setting it aside before downing my scotch. I stand there, lost in thought, when the door opens and she walks in.

“Look, Nate, I’m sorry I unloaded like that.”

She looks at me as I give her a smirk. I walk over to her, standing in front of her as I point to the bedroom.

She looks at me, confused, but turns to walk back in. I follow her, and as soon as she’s through the door, I shut it, locking it.

She turns to me, trying to figure out what’s happening, when I grab her hair, pinning her against the wall as I roughly grab her face.

“If we’re going to do this, I need a safe word from you.”

“Black.”

I press my lips to hers, moving my hand from her face to her throat, squeezing gently. I pull back, looking at her to make sure she’s okay.

She smirks at me as I release her, crossing my arms.

“Take off your clothes!”

I see her hesitate, so I decide to add a little incentive.

“Strip or else you’ll be punished.”

She quickly begins to undress, fumbling in her haste. Finally, she stands before me, naked.

I shake my head, smirking. I motion for her to turn around, and as she faces the door, I grab her hands, placing them above her head.

I press myself against her, showing her how aroused I am as I whisper in her ear.

“You took too long, my little kitten. Next time when I tell you to strip, maybe you’ll move faster! You’ll need to be punished for making me wait.”

I loosen my belt, doubling it up as I pull it free from the loops. I can’t help but smirk as I see her brace herself against the door, her ass provocatively sticking out. I lightly bring my belt across her ass. The sight of the red mark makes my cock twitch in response.

Her moans only serve to make me harder. Once I’m done, I set the belt aside and walk over to rub her ass. The feel of my cock pressing between her ass cheeks and my hand snaking up to her throat elicits a loud moan from her.

I grip her tightly, spinning her around to press her against the door, her ass hitting against it. Her moan echoes in the room as I move my hand to her hair, guiding her to her knees. She doesn’t resist, but I don’t really have to force her.

I watch as her hands slowly glide up my pants, stopping at the buttons. She looks up at me as she slowly unbuttons my pants. The zipper comes undone, and my pants drop just enough for my cock to spring free.

A smile plays on her lips as she sees my precum already glistening on the tip. I feel her tongue trail from my balls all the way up to the tip, taking the head into her mouth. My hand tightens in her hair as I thrust my cock down her throat.

She starts to gag, but I push it down further. I pull back just enough for her to catch her breath before thrusting back in. I start moving her head up and down, fucking her mouth as if it’s her pussy.

I see tears streaming down her face and panic for a moment, but she doesn’t resist. I even pull out to see if she’ll use her safe word, but she just resumes what she was doing.

I can’t get enough of her, but I have to slow down before I come in her mouth. I pull her head off my cock, guiding her to stand back up and face the door. I quickly strip off my shirt and pants, smacking her ass squarely.

She yelps, and I place my hand on the other side. I see her shifting from side to side and step back, wondering why.

I glance between her legs, seeing her arousal slowly dripping down her inner thighs. I smirk, quickly grabbing her hair with one hand, pinning her to the door, while my other hand goes between her legs, thrusting two fingers into her.

God, she’s so wet and already clenching around my fingers. I start pumping my fingers in and out, her moans echoing back in response. I bring her right to the edge, stopping just in time.

I quickly withdraw my fingers, licking them clean before positioning myself at her entrance, thrusting my cock in deep. Her moan and trembling body are my rewards as I start moving in and out.

One hand holds her hair while the other wraps around her neck, my grip light at first as I fuck her roughly. I feel her body start to tense up again, so I tighten my grip just slightly.

I get a firm grip on her throat, watching her closely to see if she needs me to stop. Her eyes close in pure ecstasy as her body starts to tremble. I feel her building up and within moments, she’s screaming my name, her body shaking and clenching so hard that I can’t hold back and scream her name in return.

I quickly release her hair and neck as she collapses back against my chest. I just hold her against me, my body still trembling from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. It takes a good minute to slowly come down from my high.

I try to get her to stand up, but her legs won’t support her. So, I carry her over to the bed, laying her down and crawling in behind her.

Now I understand why Kyle is the way he is, and now that we’ve crossed this line, I don’t think we’ll ever have normal sex again.