He crossed over to her in a flash. “So am I.” He pulled her to stand up and unzipped her dress in the back. Then he slid it down over her hips and let it puddle to the floor around her feet. She started to toe out of the heels she had on, but her stopped her. “Leave them.”
He stood back, admiring her from the ground up. Sky high silver heels that matched her evening gown. Nude colored thigh high stockings that stopped just below her perfect, heart-shaped butt. She had nothing else on. Her skin was a pristine white, aside from her ass, which still held some marks from the belt. But they too were fading quickly. He’d had her leave her panties off when they were getting ready; he liked knowing she was bare and ready for him beneath her gown.
He walked up behind her and kissed her neck, and she groaned and leaned back into him.
“Please, Jake. I don’t like these anymore.” She held herbreasts in her hands again and pushed her bottom into his hardened cock.
He replied with a groan of his own. “Alright, little nymph, kneel on the chair.” He urged her forward towards the seat of the armchair, and he smiled when she didn’t even hesitate.
She brought both knees up to the seat and placed her hands on the back of the chair, then she turned and looked at him over her shoulder.
“Eyes forward,” he told her, and she snapped her head back to face the front. He came up behind her and rubbed her shoulders, then ran his hands down her back, letting his thumbs travel down her spine. He got to her bottom and he took each cheek in a hand. “My marks are almost gone,” he told her. “Does it still hurt?”
“A little,” her voice was quiet, “but I think you went easy on me.”
“Did I?” He couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice. He slid his hands to her front, resting one over her light dusting of curls as the other found the chain to the clamps.
“Please, Jake, I wasn’t kidding. It’s too much. Please take them off. I’ll do anything.” Her voice grew frantic.
“Anything?” He was already coming around to the side of her, putting his fingers on the slide to loosen the tweezer-like clamp.
“Yes, anything,” she affirmed. Then she brought her eyes up to meet his, and he could see all of the emotions coursing through her. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. From the look in her eyes, he believed she would do anything for him, and it scared the hell out of him.
“Okay, I’m going to loosen it. It’s going to hurt, but it will only be for a moment. Do you trust me?”
At her slight nod, he loosened the clamp all the way and slid it off. Coral gasped and he took her nipple in his mouth as he placed his hand over her clit. He laved her nipple withhis tongue, trying to suck out the sting he knew the built up pressure had left.
He proceeded with the same process on her other nipple, and before he knew it, she was slumped against him, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Did you hate them that much?” He spoke down to the top of her head as she leaned into his chest.
“Yes! They hurt!” She pulled back and looked at him. Tracks of tears staining her unmarked complexion. “But then they were lovely.” She bit her lip and grinned. “Can you love something and hate it at the same time? Because I think that’s how I feel about those.”
He laughed, picked her up in his arms, and he placed her down on the bed and pulled her to the edge. “I had a wonderful night tonight.”
She pulled on him to sit beside her. “I need to tell you something.”
Her carefree mood was suddenly gone. Noting her serious tone, he sat beside her, pulling the cover from the bed to wrap around her shoulders.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. And I know we haven’t really talked anything through.” She hesitated. “We only just met, and I don’t want you to feel like I am dumping a load of problems in your lap. But, well, I have a lot of problems.” She let out an uncertain chuckle, but he had a hard time finding the strength to smile.
He placed a hand on her cheek. “I’m listening.”
CORAL
She fiddled with the edge of the blanket, averting her eyes from his.
“I’m listening, little nymph.” Jake ran a hand through the hair that fell down her back.
She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Well, that’s the first thing. I’m not a nymph.”
“That’s just the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw you.” He smiled at her. “You’re like an enchanted little pixie.”
She grabbed his hand and laced her fingers through his. “I’m actually a mermaid.” She sat back and watched, and she felt like she could see her statement flitting around in his head as he processed it.
He stared down on their interlaced fingers and his eyebrows rose, then he looked up at her with a grin. “You take care of the fish. I thought you were pretty invested to go outside in a blizzard to check on them. You can be my little water nymph.”
She smiled back, glad that he didn’t care what she was. Then he gestured towards her legs.
