The Final Twist Untwisted Series Book Five Page 7

  Nodding frantically, I licked my lips. ‘More than OK.’

  ‘If you feel any discomfort or want to stop just say so at any point, OK?’

  I nodded, and as soon as Nicholas saw how desperate I was he began to manoeuvre us both on the chaise so that I was near the end and my bum was right on the edge.

  Nicholas, still kneeling on the floor between my spread knees, helped lower me back so I was lying with my back on the chaise, but my legs were bent at the knees and tucked around his waist.

  ‘This is one of the safest positions to use during pregnancy. Lift your hips,’ he murmured hurriedly.

  Following his instruction, I raised my hips up and he placed a pillow under my lower back before taking hold of his erection and gently brushing it up and down along my slit. Just that simple movement felt absolutely incredible and I whimpered loudly as he chuckled and repeated the action before lining up with my opening.

  Instead of thrusting in, Nicholas gradually leaned himself forwards to close the gap between our bodies. This was probably the gentlest he’d ever been, and I couldn’t help a small chuckle of my own as I wondered just how much this was fraying his self-control.

  Finally, he was fully inside and we both let out appreciative moans as he slowly rolled his hips several times.

  It felt so good, and I was so horny and sensitive that I could have probably come from that simple movement alone. Nicholas circled a few more times. Then, supporting the weight of my legs at his waist, he gently began to rock us both back and forth.

  ‘I’ll hold your legs, but I want you to touch yourself for me, baby.’

  This position was hitting me in all the right spots without much further action being needed, but as he lowered his gaze to where we were joined I circled my clit with a finger and gasped as the gentlest of touches caused my insides to clench with desire.

  Considering we often fucked like rough little bunnies, I was actually quite surprised by just how stimulating this slower, softer lovemaking was. It seemed to be having the same effect on Nicholas, judging from the flush now rising on his cheeks and the strained, near-climax look on his face.

  He was basically massaging my G-spot with his cock. Instead of the hard thrusts that it usually took to get me to climax this was a very different sensation, but extremely effective, and one that was proving to be overwhelmingly powerful at the same time.

  As he sped up just a little with his movements, I felt him begin to swell inside me, and deliberately clenched my muscles so that I’d really feel his next bump against my G-spot. I did, and it sent me tumbling over into the most delicious orgasm as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over me and rendered me speechless and boneless.

  Nicholas followed seconds later, pressing forwards and gripping my legs as he ground in three more times and stilled, his release filling me with warmth as he groaned long and hard, and came even harder.

  ‘I love you, Nicholas.’

  Still lazily circling his hips, Nicholas looked up, his gaze heavy-lidded and content as he smiled and nodded. ‘I love you, too, so much.’

  ‘Thank you for the music … and the music room sex.’ I giggled, unable to help the small joke escaping, but luckily it made Nicholas chuckle, too, and he leaned forwards and kissed me on the lips.

  ‘My aim is to please … baby momma.’ My eyes widened as he teased me with that stupid nickname again. If he hadn’t still been buried deep inside me I would probably have kicked him in the balls for deliberately winding me up, but as it was, I settled for tickling him until he begged me to stop and promised not to call me it again.

  Chapter Twelve – Stella

  Nathan had woken me up bright and early this morning with the promise of “doing something exciting”, which in Nathan’s language usually translated as “something sexual”, but no, instead of leaping at me, he had surprised me by dragging me out of bed, and insisting I get dressed.

  By the time I had showered, I could hear voices downstairs and had discovered Nathan chatting to Marion, our occasional nanny, with William in his arms. Picking a nanny had been a nightmare, because as far as Nathan was concerned, no one was good enough for our son. Marion was an old family friend who’d gone to school with my mum, and had all the right child-care qualifications. After meeting her, Nathan had finally agreed that on those occasions when we needed someone to look after Will she would be our choice.

  ‘We’ll be back by dinner time at the latest, Marion. All of his food is prepared in the fridge, bottles are in the cooler, his favourite snuggly is here, and you have our numbers if you need anything else, yes?’

  Marion flushed under the intensity of Nathan’s stare, but managed to nod as she took Will from him and transferred the precious snuggly blanket that our son adored. ‘Yes, Mr Jackson. Don’t worry, I’ve got it all covered.’

  I suppressed a giggle at how she still called him Mr Jackson, but I couldn’t blame her, really. Nathan was still as impenetrable and intense as he’d been since I’d met him. It was only Will and I who got to see his softer side, and his brother and Rebecca to some extent.

  The “something exciting” had certainly turned out to be just that. After remaining tight-lipped about where we were going, Nathan had driven us north of London until I’d finally realised that we were heading for the Cotswolds, and guessed that we were off to see the new house.

  We were, and it was in-cred-i-ble.

  A large driveway with planted gardens on both sides approached the soft Cotswold stone frontage, and as we parked by the double garage I immediately felt like I was home. Nathan had made me an intrinsic part of the planning process right from day one, so even though I’d only visited the building site a few times during construction I already knew the layout of the house inside out.

  Nathan’s designing flair was evident everywhere we went; the exterior looked traditional, but inside, the house had slick, smooth lines and glass walls that somehow still managed to maintain a timeless style. The entire house was automated, too; sensors controlled the lights and heating and Nathan could control just about everything else with voice commands or a quick press of a button on his phone.

  He’d created a house that would bow to his commands. It was utterly perfect for my control freak.

  As we continued our tour I saw that most of the furniture we’d ordered was already in place, and started to get incredibly excited about the prospect of actually moving in.

  ‘When can we move in?’ I asked, barely able to keep the high-pitched excitement from my voice as he led me along the upper hallway and stopped by some large doors.

  ‘Fairly soon, maybe another week or so? As you can see, upstairs is basically all done, and so are the living areas downstairs, so we can move in as soon as the kitchen is finished.’

  Flashing me a wink, he took a deep breath. He grinned, looking like an excited kid in a sweetshop. ‘And this –’ turning, he pushed the large double doors open with a flourish and stepped back ‘– is our finished bedroom.’

  After briefly pausing with my jaw hanging open, I finally engaged my tongue and managed to speak.

  ‘Wow.’ It’s the most unimaginative descriptive word out there, but when faced with the sheer beauty of the room before me, it was about the only syllable I was capable of uttering. I’d helped to pick every piece of furniture in here, but it still looked nothing like I had expected.

  ‘Do you like it?’ Nathan enquired, a slight note of panic pitching his voice higher than usual. Turning to him, I saw him watching me carefully, and realised that he might be misinterpreting my silence.

  ‘I love it, Nathan, it’s amazing!’ And it really was. The bedroom was bigger than the whole of my old apartment put together. The left wall was glass, folded open to reveal a balcony with views over the gardens that we’d just explored. A huge four-poster bed dominated the centre of the room, already made up with cream sheets and a soft suede throw across the bottom. Against one wall was the gorgeous antique dresser that we’d found in a shop in St
ow. There was an armchair in one corner, and a large chest at the bottom of the bed, but apart from that the room contained no other furniture.

  ‘No wardrobes yet?’ I questioned, remembering that we’d looked at some, but never made a final decision. I stepped into the room and ran my hand over the soft sheets on the bed, and couldn’t help the hum of appreciation that slipped from my lips.

  ‘Not exactly. This next part is a surprise. Come, I’ll show you.’

  Turning to Nathan, I found him standing with one hand extended towards me and a sweet soft smile on his face. When I took his hand, he guided me towards a door which I assumed led to the en-suite, but as he opened the door I instead saw a large room with hanging rails on both sides, sets of drawers lining the walls, and another two doors at the opposite side.

  ‘Walk-in wardrobe,’ Nathan murmured, coming up close behind me. ‘Isn’t that what all women want?’

  I was being bombarded by so many amazing things today, I could barely comprehend that we were actually going to be living here. It was like a film star’s house.

  ‘The en-suite is through there.’ Nathan indicated to one of the two doors, then pushed the other open to reveal another bedroom. ‘And this is Will’s room. It’s separate enough from us that we’ll have our privacy, but there are inbuilt baby monitors linked directly to our room.’

  I bet there were, too. Nathan was even more protective over William than I was.

  Before I’d fully had time to digest how beautiful the pale blue nursery was, Nathan was tugging on my hand and pulling me back into our bedroom. ‘I have one more thing to show you,’ he murmured, leading me straight towards another door on his side of the room. Had he added two en-suites, perhaps? His and hers?

  Initially, as the door swung open, it seemed to be a smaller version of the walk-in wardrobe that we’d just seen, and although Nathan owned more suits than any man I’d ever met, it did seem a bit over the top for us to have a wardrobe each.

  ‘I’m not really planning on keeping much in here, but it’s a good divider between the bedroom and what’s beyond this door,’ he explained, pointing to yet another door in front of us.

  Admittedly I couldn’t remember a great deal about the layout of the top floor, but I was fairly sure there hadn’t been any more rooms on the plans I’d seen. Curious, I stepped forwards and pushed down on the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Nathan joined me at the door and took my right hand in his before stretching my arm up and placing the pad of my index finger into a plastic rectangle mounted on the top of the doorframe. There was a small click, then, to my surprise, the door swung open.

  Blinking in surprise at the Mission: Impossible-style technology, I peered curiously into the room, expecting to see a safe, or a vault of some kind. Instead, it was just another bedroom. After the touch pad entry, I’d expected something a little more dramatic. This bedroom was again tastefully decorated in pale greys, and was smaller, though still much larger than the bedroom I’d had in my old apartment. It had a bed in the centre, several large chests of drawers up against the walls, and a large wardrobe to one side. I didn’t recognise this furniture from the things we’d picked out together.

  Stepping inside, I looked around with interest. There wasn’t a crib, but was this ready to be another nursery, maybe? Was Nathan planning on us having another baby soon? Just as I was about to ask why we needed so many bedrooms, Nathan came right up behind me and slid his arms around my waist, before hauling me up against his chest and lowering his face into the hair at the side of my neck.

  I hummed my approval and angled my neck to give him better access, which Nathan immediately took advantage of by lightly nipping at the skin below my ear.

  ‘This room is completely soundproof,’ he said. Soundproof? Frowning in confusion, I looked around the space again. As I noticed a series of small discreet metal hooks on the walls, the ceiling, and all four bedposts, clarity dawned on me.

  Soundproof.

  There was only one reason that a man like Nathanial Jackson would want a bedroom from which no sound could escape, and I had a feeling it might involve me, one of his multitude of “special toys”, and quite a lot of kinkiness. I had a sneaking suspicion that there probably wouldn’t be too many clothes required in here, either.

  ‘That’s right Stella. This room is just for you and me.’ He stepped around me and brought our faces together, but just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he instead teasingly brushed his lips across mine for a fleeting second then pulled back a couple of inches.

  Since he was teasing me, I pulled from his grasp and walked over to the wardrobe, curious to see what it contained.

  Perhaps I could do a bit of teasing myself. ‘We have a room just for sex? It’s a bit Fifty Shades, isn’t it?’ I quipped, so stunned by this new discovery that I wasn’t quite sure what else I could say in this particular moment.

  ‘Not at all,’ Nathan scoffed, ‘I’m not a billionaire, I don’t own a helicopter, and the walls in here aren’t even red.’

  An amused bubble of laughter rose up my throat at his almost sullen tone, and I was about to argue that the wall colour didn’t really matter when he winked at me and shrugged. ‘Although I will concede on one similarity – there will definitely be “kinky-fuckery” occurring in this room.’

  Woah. What could I say to that, apart from oh my? My cheeks instantly heated at the look in his eye, so I turned and pulled open the wardrobe as an attempted distraction. The contents weren’t much of a distraction – more of a shock, really, because bloody hell, it was full to the brim with naughtiness! My mind boggled at just how much kinky paraphernalia Nathan and I apparently owned. All of my, and Nathan’s, favourite playthings were lovingly displayed on a serious of purpose-built hooks and shelves, giving a display that would cause most people to run for the hills screaming.

  Not me, though. In fact, I found myself shifting slightly on the spot as a warm rush of arousal settled in my belly.

  Just being here with Nathan in this room was enough to get me feeling a bit heated, but gazing at rows of cuffs, floggers, butt-plugs, and nipple clamps (you name it, we had it) was quite simply overwhelming. I even spotted the crop that Nathan had bought for us last New Year’s Eve. Hmm. That had been a particularly fun evening.

  A second later, I almost jumped out of my shoes when a warm breath tickled the skin beside my ear. Nathan must have moved across the room like a frigging ninja, because I really hadn’t heard him approach me at all. Although maybe that was because my ears were currently filled with the rushing of blood from my accelerated pulse. Our brand-new, state of the art house had a sex room. I really couldn’t believe it.

  ‘I need this side of our life, Stella …’ he whispered, his voice a mere rumble by my ear, his few words sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I knew he needed this; his Dom side was an integral part of who Nathan was, and truth be told, I needed it, too.

  Not everyone would understand our relationship, but for me there really was no comparable feeling to being on my knees for Nathan, either physically or metaphorically. For the short periods of time when I submitted control to him I felt truly free. Free from burdens, free from worry, free from stress, but most importantly, free to experience every ounce of pleasure that this incredible man could bestow upon me.

  ‘I know … me, too,’ I admitted, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassed heat, which was ridiculous, given all that Nathan and I had shared in our time together.

  ‘That’s why we’re so good together, baby,’ he agreed, placing a kiss on the exposed skin at my neck.

  ‘I think an entire room for it might be slight overkill, though,’ I remarked, looking around the space again with an amused shake of my head.

  ‘No. We need it. I … I would never, ever want William to accidentally see you and I when we were doing a scene …’ A grunted breath gave me an indication that Nathan might suddenly be feeling agitated. My suspicion was further supported as his warm palms splayed across m
y hips and began to rub in fidgety circles. This was far from the delicacy of his usual sensual touch, so I began to rotate in his arms to face him and fully absorb the details of his handsome face.

  As I expected, concern was obvious in the crinkled corners of his troubled blue eyes, his tight lips, and the way his blond brows were dipped low. ‘I would never want him experiencing what I did as a kid …’

  At first, I thought he was referring to his father’s abusive behaviour, and I was about to reassure him once again that he was nothing like his arsehole of a dad, but then I recalled his story about the time he had accidentally seen his father whipping his mother as a preamble to sex.

  With a father who regularly punished both him and his brother for the most minor of misdemeanours, Nathan’s upbringing had been far from usual, but he’d been an impressionable teenager, and after witnessing his parents’ twisted version of a BDSM relationship he’d thought that type of behaviour was the norm. Suddenly all his concerns, and the need for this room, became clear.

  ‘Ahh,’ I mumbled, unsure what else to say.

  ‘Yes. “Ahh” indeed,’ he replied, his tone still troubled.

  ‘You know that what you and I have together is totally different to your parents, though, right?’ Leaning back a little, I slid a hand up to cup his cheek and smiled reassuringly. ‘We love each other.’

  Nathan nodded, his eyes darkening at my soft declaration. ‘Yes. We do.’ He placed a kiss on my forehead and drew in another deep breath as he sighed heavily. ‘And everything we do is consensual. I’m … well, I’m not sure it ever was between my parents.’

  My stomach twisted uncomfortably at his words. What Nathan and I shared was only this good because we both wanted it, both consented to it, and both enjoyed it. The idea of someone ever being bullied into any kind of physical relationship sickened me to my core.

  This situation was at risk of spoiling what had so far been an amazingly special day, so, placing a quick kiss on his lips, I decided to lighten the mood.