Charm is the key to the world. Charisma, magnetism, sex appeal—that ‘it’ factor that can’t be described. Nolan Delany has it is spades. The infamous Mr. Romantic. And maybe he is out of my league… But I’m going to give it the old college try anyway. Because I didn’t travel two thousa... More info →
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I’m scaring the fuck out of her. Have been for hours. But I can’t stop. Not now. Not with her. I don’t why I’m fixated on Ivy Rockwell, but I am.
“First of all,” I say, scooting up on the bed with her so our bare shoulders are touching. She’s sitting up, leaning back on the headboard, and her hands are in her lap. She’s breathing fast and heavy, but that’s normal for the level of fear she’s experiencing. “It’s a fantasy, OK? Just keep that in mind. It’s just a fantasy.”
“I don’t think I need to see it, Nolan. Just untie me.”
“Just wait,” I say, holding the pieces of paper in my hand so she can’t see the first one yet. “It’s got a nice beginning. And a nice ending.” I wink at her, which elicits a tiny smile. “It’s the middle that people have a hard time with.”
“So you have shown other girls this?”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself. Be patient.”
I have the stack of drawings doubled over, not creased, just so she can’t see the first one until I’m ready.
“Mr. Romantic,” I say. “Just keep that in mind, OK?”
“Got it,” Ivy says, all her patience gone.
“OK.” I unfold the drawings so the first one is visible. “This is us. You and me.”
And it is. I always put a lot of detail in the first one. maybe because I’m nervous about the ones that come after. Or maybe I really am just a big ol’ romantic at heart.
Ivy is wearing a long dress that reveals her curves. Her large breasts, nipples pressed against the fabric because she has no bra on. My hands are the only thing of me in this picture and they are on her hips. “In my head, the dress is yellow.”
“Why yellow?” Ivy says, reaching for the picture so I’ll bring it closer.
“I like it. And it matches the rope.”
She looks at me with lots of questions but none of them come out of her mouth.
“We’re coming home from dinner. We had a nice night. This is our first real date.”
“What did we eat?” Ivy asks.
“Who cares?” I laugh. “We’re in New England, so let’s say lots of expensive seafood.”
“Well,” I say, “it’s a fantasy, right? Go big or go home.”
“What color is your suit?” she asks.
This is going well. I have a glimmer of hope. “Black. And my silk tie is yellow.”
“To match the rope,” Ivy says.
“I have a bad feeling about this, Nolan.”
“Don’t give up on me yet, Ivy.”
She looks me in the eyes and swallows. “Go on.”
I throw that picture off the side of the bed and it floats softly to the floor. “Now we’re in the back yard of a huge mansion. We’re kissing.”
“I can see that.”
“It’s a good kiss, Ivy.” My palm is on her throat, my thumb pressing on her chin, like I’m taking control.
“OK? You look like you might come any second.”
“Why does my dress look weird?”
“It’s wet. I made you walk into the pool and then step out. You’re soaking wet.”
“Why would I walk into the pool, Nolan?”
“Because I asked you to. And I told you how hard it would make me to see your dress clinging to your body like it is in the picture. Every part of your body outlined by the wet dress. Your nipples hard and peaked. Your mind spinning with anticipation.”
She bites her lip. “Keep going.”
I toss that drawing aside.
“OK,” she says. “What the hell is this?”
“Me, slapping your face. See the spot on your cheek? You have fair skin, Ivy. It won’t take much to make it red. Your ass will be the same color.”
She shakes her head. “Nope.”
“Just wait,” I say. “It gets better.”
The next picture is me holding her face again, like the first, only this time I’m pushing my thumb inside her mouth. Her eyes are looking up at me. You can’t see me in this one either, it’s only her. My point of view.
“I’m crying, Nolan. This is sick.”
“Your pussy is throbbing, Ivy. Take my word on that. Throbbing. Because my fingers are inside you, pushing inside you. Strumming your clit in those tiny circles you like. If I had more time, I’d have drawn you sucking my thumb like it was my cock. I’d have showed you how turned on you were just thinking about what comes next. You want me to fuck you so bad right now, you’re begging.”
“I’m not. And I don’t.”
But her voice is weak. And not with fear. “Just keep an open mind. We’re not going to do any of this tonight. You’re not wearing the dress.”
She inhales deeply as she looks at me.
“Keep going?” I ask.
I smile. Because I know she’s turned on.
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