Amy was sifting through a stack of books in her apartment. The front door had still not been fixed and she was getting really tired of waiting for the carpenter to come round. That meant she had to endure another evening of Nick half-clad body as he prepared for bed, as well as the smiling face of Nick as he lightly teased her about some minor details. He was annoying to say the least, and living so closely together was really getting on her nerves.
She was increasingly worried about her reactions to him -- not to mention his new leading role in her nightly dreams and fantasies. The man was quickly getting under her skin, and she was sure she didn't want such a man in her life. No, it was far better to spend some time away from the temptation and then he would simply be forgotten.
She looked at the cover of the book she was holding. She remembered this one. Far too cheesy for her taste. It was definitely a candidate for the garbage can or the second-hand shop. Maybe someone else liked that sort of pink-coloured-romances where the gentleman prince always won the princess on the last page.
"Huh, someone might actually still believe it worked that way in real life," she chuckled as she dumped it into the garbage can where it landed with a loud bang, before reaching for the next one.
"Having fun?" Nick asked as he leaned casually against the doorway leading to her apartment.
"Enormously," she countered. "I'm just sorting through some old books." He came inside and reached for the book she had just filed.
"
One night of seduction
," he read aloud. "Hm, is it any good?"
"Of course. You'll like that one. It's about an ill-tempered louse who wants to marry this heiress, and she dumps him for a carpenter. An excellent read."
Nick stared sceptically at the book. "No, I don't like pink covers."
"What? You think a pink coloured cover makes a book worse?"
"Of course. Anything to sell the book, right? And pink makes stupid women buy anything. Even pink coloured shoes."
"Male chauvinist pig," Amy said teasingly.
"Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment," Nick smiled at her. "Now, this one looks more promising," he said and held up one of the books from her pile of Erotica.
Oops, Amy thought. She didn't want him to look at those too closely. Well, if the trick worked once it might work again, she thought. "It's a good choice. You should read that one, Nick. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two?"
"Hah, you really think so? What makes you think I'm not an expert already?" he glared at her.
"There's a difference between practice and theory, wouldn't you agree? Besides, the male hero is bound to give any male a serious inferiority complex when it comes to the general equipment and sexual prowess," she said smugly, and waited for him to put the book away as if he had been burned. Instead he read the back cover and was silent for some time.
Damn, Amy thought. Now he would discover her preference for romantica and she wasn't sure that would necessarily give her an advantage.
"Look Nick. I have some macho novels by Clive Cussler that I think will suit you much better if you're so keen on reading something," she tried sweetly.
"No, thanks. I'll stick to this one," Nick replied as he dumped into a chair and started reading.
In confusion Amy tried desperately to look at the cover to discover exactly which book Nick had found so interesting. Unsuccessfully she finally gave up and instead tried to remember every book she had in her collection and try to remember if there were any books she wouldn't want him to read.
Yep, she concluded, she had plenty of books that were too hardcore for her to want anyone else to read -- or much worse, discover her enjoyment of. Damn, now she had really done it. Now Nick would have the ammunition to tease her for the next ten years or so about her choice of reading material and sexual tendencies. This was just great.
***
An hour later Nick was still submerged in the black book. The only difference was the frown that had developed on his forehead and as the time went by it was becoming more and more prominent. Finally Amy couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out.
"Are you learning anything, Nick? Seems like the book was to your taste after all."
"Uh hum," she heard him reply. "Yes, it's quite interesting actually. Never thought you were into groups though," he concluded before raising his eyes and giving her a wink.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" she asked suspiciously.
"An interesting book, that's what it is. How about BDSM? Do you like that as well?"
"What?" Amy felt her cheeks getting warmer. Of course she had thought about some light bondage once in a while and perhaps even the occasional spank, but that was nothing she wanted to discuss with a certain neighbour.
"None of your business, Nick. Do you seriously think any of my books contain all my preferences in the bedroom?"
"According to this font of information, you like having sex anywhere other than in the bedroom. That garden scene is quite interesting, by the way. I've always wanted to try the flowerbed, myself, but the sun lounger seems an excellent choice."
"The flower bed? You're practically insane. With all the twigs, weeds and pollen causing you to sneeze? If so, you're braver than I thought," she chuckled. "Not to mention the hard ground?" She laughed loudly just by imagining Nick crawling around naked in the nearest flowerbed, twigs scraping his bottom as his hair being filled with petals and greenery.
"Who says I'll be lying on the bottom? I prefer being on top, by the way."
"Thanks for the information, Nick, and it doesn't surprise me at all."
"No?"
"Nope. You're much too dominating to be willing to give up the control of lying on top all the time." Nick didn't respond, only stared at her. Oh well, since she had started she might as well finish her tirade as well, she thought. After all, he was a cop and cops rarely killed anyone, didn't they? "Have you ever let a woman tie you up, for instance?"
He was still staring at her. His mouth had opened in surprise as he made an obvious effort to say something. She almost laughed at the unfamiliar display of having shocked him into silence for a change.
"No?" Amy prodded on. "Well, just as I thought. You really don't know how to let yourself go, do you Nick?"
"So what? Nothing wrong with having a few other kinks are there?" he parried quickly. "Or are you volunteering to teach me the pleasures of BDSM? Tie me up and have your wicked way with me, for instance?"
"Do you really dare to give up the reins, is that it?"
"Why don't you just try me, Missy?" Nick replied and leaned casually backwards in his chair as if expecting to be ravished at any time.
Amy was fed up with his tricks and taunts. He was just waiting for her to back down, leaving him the winner of their conversation yet again. Only, what if she wasn't backing down, what would happen then? How would Nick handle that? Maybe he would learn to stay out of her way for a change? As if that would ever happen, she chuckled to herself. The man was a born nuisance.
Still, it didn't hurt to try, she thought as she got up and slowly moved toward Nick's chair. He was still wearing that cocky smile of his, daring her to prove her mettle, while expecting her to freak out at any time. He arched his eyebrow as she leaned her hands on the armrests of his chair and slowly bent closer to him.
Moving her hands closer to his, she put her hands above his and held onto his wrists as if portraying bonds that held him down, tying him to the chair and preventing him from touching her. He blinked as if trying to get an understanding of the unexpected events and as she moved her head closer to his and let her mouth follow the ridge of his chin she heard his sharp intake of breath.
"And would you enjoy being left helpless, then?" she asked softly. "To anticipate whatever I feel like doing with your body?"
She bent her head closer to his throat and suckled his skin softly just at the juncture of his collarbone. She felt a small shiver go through his body, but it was so small she wondered if she had only imagined it. She moved closer, motioning her legs between his and lifted her left leg against his thigh, rubbing her legs softly against his.
"Maybe I would simply try to discover where you're most ticklish?" she continued and lifted her right hand to his face and touching his cheek with her fingers.
Rubbing them slowly down over his stubbles and moving her hand slowly down the front of his body. His thin shirt provided little protection against her warm fingers and she felt his smooth skin tempting her to rip away the clothes and discover the hidden treasures underneath. Still, she managed to keep herself in control as she slowly rubbed her fingers down his chest, across his stomach just as he caught another deep breath. She could have retreated now, she thought. Her message seemed to have penetrated his thick skull, and that cocky grin had completely disappeared from his face. But, instead of stopping and moving away the temptation was too great to resist, and she kept on even if that meant doing something she would regret later.
She moved her hand across the waistband of his trouser and continued downward over the hard surface of his jeans. The bulge meeting her wandering hand surprised her and she moved her hand around the bulgy area just to discover the extent and position of his cock. She followed the outer ridge of his hard member as she went exploring the tempting discovery, every touch accompanied by his soft groan as she slightly squeezed her hands around his hard member.
Venturing her hand slowly down his shaft she touched his balls underneath and started holding tighter around his cock as she moved upwards again. Suddenly his hands closed around hers and he held her hand away from his hardened cock.
"Stop that," he said with a strangled voice.
"Why? It seems there was some sort of response, wouldn't you say?"
Nick chuckled. "Any more response and I would come in my pants. Not very dignified."
"But you can't say you don't like being tied after this. You find it arousing," she demanded.
"Of course I do. Now, if you want to continue I suggest you get undress and ride me hard," Nick said bluntly.
"You really can not stand being the submissive, can you Nick? Always handing out orders and expecting everyone else to obey instantly. But not this time," Amy sputtered as she stepped a few steps away from him. "You just let me know when you're ready to let go and start begging for some real burning for a change."
