Page 16 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)

With her free hand, Abagail reached for Nicola’s shirt.

She grasped it tightly and pulled hard so that Nicola fell forward into her.

Their lips connected. They kissed for the first time that day, hungrily, desperately, heatedly.

Their mouths melded together as Nicola continued to fuck herself on Abagail’s hand, using her body exactly like she’d wanted to, exactly like she needed to.

Abagail stole her breath, in more ways than one.

Nicola had never met a woman who was so unashamed about sex, someone who knew what they wanted and worked hard to get exactly that.

Abagail didn’t seem ashamed about anything in her life.

Perhaps that’s why she always stood out at family events.

She was exactly who she wanted to be and nothing else, and she didn’t apologize for that.

Nicola could stand to learn a good dose of that.

She nipped at Abagail’s lower lip, pulling it tight into her mouth and pressing her teeth down harder than she probably needed to. But the resounding groan and tightening of Abagail’s hand in her shirt was enough response that Nicola knew her actions were appreciated.

Nicola groaned, the tingles of pleasure pooling between her legs again.

It shot like lightning through her body, careening together to build and build.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her hair raising on the back of her neck as she pressed down onto Abagail’s fingers and came hard.

Grunting, Nicola slowed her movements. Abagail kept her grip on her firm, holding her in place enough that she wouldn’t fall away.

Burying her face in Abagail’s neck, Nicola waited for her brain to come back to her body. She enjoyed the sweet caresses from Abagail, the way they helped her to come down from the high that she’d just ridden.

“Lick them,” Nicola muttered into Abagail’s neck.

“What?” Abagail asked.

“Lick them,” Nicola repeated, not wanting to give any more direction than that. She continued to slow her breathing as she made a plan for exactly what was going to happen. This was an arrangement they’d made.

Sex for money.

It was never anything more than that, and Nicola couldn’t fool herself. She was here to get money so she could pay for Alanna’s rehabilitation room, and now her impending hospital bills. Abagail didn’t need to know anything about that. This wasn’t personal.

“Lick. Them.” Nicola said it again, making her voice far harsher than it was before. “Or I’m going to spank you.”

Abagail chuckled, her chest reverberating from the sound. “I like the sound of that.”

Nicola sat back on her haunches, staring down at Abagail as she still straddled her. Was this another test? Was this another way that Abagail was trying to entice her into being the sexual partner that she wanted? Was this all fun and games and nothing more?

Yes.

That’s exactly what it was.

Seriously, Nicola had to stop straying from that understanding. Lifting her lips up into a smile, Nicola slowly moved to stand. She clenched her jaw as she stood at her full height and pointed to Abagail’s fingers.

“I told you to lick them.”

“Make me.” Abagail’s eyes glittered with amusement. That was exactly what Abagail was looking for. She wanted Nicola to force her to do it, wanting Nicola to have all of the power in this part of their relationship.

Reaching down abruptly, Nicola snagged Abagail’s wrist and twisted it hard. Abagail grunted, first in pain but quickly changing into a moan of pleasure. Nicola made eye contact before she pushed Abagail’s fingers against her lips.

Abagail obliged this time, opening her mouth and sliding her fingers inside. She hummed, her eyes fluttering shut. Her tongue peeked out as she licked all the juices off her fingers, in between each of them, and then when she opened her eyes again, she stared directly at Nicola.

“What’s my punishment, Pet?”

Pet?

Why did that send such a thrill through her?

Nicola still held Abagail’s wrist in her hand.

Her heart raced. She hadn’t planned on this kind of relationship.

She hadn’t expected it to happen. Nicola said nothing as she jerked her body hard and pulled Abagail to a standing position.

She walked directly to the bookcase and pushed Abagail against it so that she was nose deep in the books.

Roughly, Nicola undid the belt at Abagail’s waist and held it in her hand as she undid her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Abagail’s ass was creamy and smooth. She fluttered her fingers over her gently.

“You’ll do what I tell you to,” Nicola said, continuing her hand’s gentle perusal of Abagail’s rear. “I’m tired of you talking back to me.”

Abagail chuckled. “I’m not very good at listening to demanding women.”

“Oh, we’ll fix that real quick.” Even though Nicola said it, she wished it wasn’t true. She wanted this teasing between them to last as long as possible. “How hard can you handle it?” Nicola pinched Abagail’s ass lightly, more a tease than anything.

Abagail pushed her butt back toward Nicola. “As hard as you want, Nicola.”

Oh that whine in the back of her tone. It turned Nicola on even more.

“Brace yourself. And tell me when it’s too much.” She waited for Abagail to move.

Surprisingly, Abagail stripped out of her clothes, dropping them to the floor.

Nicola watched with rapt anticipation as each item found its way to the floor and left her body.

Freckles littered Abagail’s back, mostly on her shoulders and lightening by the time they reached her waist, but increasing again at the top of her ass.

Nicola was loving this side of her.

“Tell me when it’s too much, Abagail.” Nicola squeezed Abagail’s ass hard. “Do you understand?”

“Yesssss…” Abagail hissed the word. Her fingers gripped the edges of the bookcase. She glanced over her shoulder. “What else do you need?”

“Nothing.” Nicola’s lips quirked upward. “Just stand still.”

Her hand came down hard, the crack echoing through the room loudly. It was followed by Abagail’s moan and her ass pushing back toward Nicola.

“Do you like that?” Nicola asked, leaning in to trace Abagail’s ear with her tongue. She nipped on Abagail’s earlobe and then sucked hard.

“Yessss…” Abagail whispered. “Again.”

“Hmm, careful now or I’ll think it’s less punishment and more erotic.”

The resounding chuckle was exactly what Nicola wanted to hear.

“Ever come just from being spanked?” Nicola thwacked her again.

“Yes.” Abagail’s answer was breathy. “But it took a long time.”

“I’m not sure I’m patient enough for that.” Nicola spanked her again, clenching her other hand around Abagail’s belt. She’d wanted to use it, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she was going to tie Abagail up or use it as a whip.

“Thank God,” Abagail mumbled through another groan. “But I am getting closer.”

Nicola chuckled. “Mind if I check? Just to be sure.”

Abagail shook her head and spread her legs even more. It was a bit odd, with the door to the library wide open, to have Abagail spread-eagled in front of her, but maybe it wasn’t weird in this house. Maybe this was just normal. Finding pleasure in another person without restraint and without shame.

Nicola trailed her fingertips down Abagail’s spine and over the curve of her ass.

She didn’t tease, but instead inserted two fingers deep inside Abagail.

She was soaked, her juices sliding down Nicola’s finger already as if she’d come.

Nicola leaned in, nipping at Abagail’s shoulder and scraping her teeth down along the first part of the path that her fingers had taken.

“You’re wet,” Nicola stated confidently. “Is that for me? Or you?”

Abagail gasped, but she didn’t answer. Perhaps that was too sensitive a question to ask.

Nicola removed her fingers and glanced down at the belt. “I’m going to tie you up and fuck you hard.”

Abagail groaned, listing backward into Nicola’s body. “Yesss…”

“And next time when I tell you to lick them, you’ll listen the first time.”

“Yes,” Abagail answered, though Nicola wasn’t confident that would actually happen.

She spun Abagail around, pressing Abagail’s back into the shelves. She pressed her fingers against Abagail’s lips and looked at her curiously. “So lick them.”

Without hesitation, Abagail opened her mouth and took Nicola’s wet fingers between her lips.

The rough part of her tongue pressed against the pads of Nicola’s fingers, the warmth of her mouth and the sucking that Abagail immediately started made Nicola shiver.

Their gazes remained locked as Abagail sucked her hard.

God, to have that mouth doing this between Nicola’s legs.

She could almost close her eyes and feel the sensations, if she let her imagination run away with her.

Nicola crossed Abagail’s hands and immediately wrapped the belt around her wrists. She tightened it, making sure that the leather creaked before she released. For good measure, she reached up and pinched Abagail’s nipples quickly before spinning her back around and pushing her against the bookcase.

She couldn’t tempt herself too much, otherwise she’d end up on her knees with her face buried in Abagail’s cunt. She almost put Abagail’s hands behind her back, but she’d wanted Abagail to be able to hold herself up through this. Because it was going to be fast, and it was going to be hard.

With her still damp fingers, Nicola thrust them into Abagail again.

Abagail moaned, her eyes clenching shut.

Nicola didn’t give her a second to breathe as she swung her free hand down and planted it sharply against Abagail’s ass.

The resounding grunt followed quickly by a gush of wetness against her fingers was exactly what she was looking for.

Abagail breathed in sharply, spreading her legs and widening her stance even more.

This would be so much better if Nicola had a strap and could properly fuck her, but she didn’t want to waste the time to go upstairs and retrieve it.

They both needed this now. She needed to forget about the chaos of the last day, and she needed to make sure that Abagail was satisfied, that Nicola was upholding her end of their verbal contract.

Because she needed that money.

“Come for me,” Nicola demanded, spanking Abagail again. “Come for me hard.”

They continued, Nicola demanding and Abagail taking.

Her fingers tingled from the number of times she’d spanked Abagail’s ass, but she wasn’t going to give in.

Not until Abagail clenched against her, consumed her.

Sweat trailed down Abagail’s back, beading as Nicola thrust and spanked again simultaneously.

And that was it.

Abagail’s knees gave out and she collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Her jaw was clenched tight, her cheeks red.

Nicola nearly froze, but she moved swiftly, cradling Abagail’s cheeks with her fingers and pressing their mouths together.

Abagail kissed her dazedly, her tied wrists lifting up to press against Nicola’s belly.

“That was amazing,” Abagail whispered against Nicola’s lips before her head plopped back against the books. “Amazing,” she repeated slowly.

Nicola smiled, moving fully down to her knees.

She tenderly slipped her hands against Abagail’s skin and soothed her, letting her calm down as her body returned to some semblance of normal.

She didn’t watch the time, but she was fairly certain it took at least thirty minutes before Abagail started to move a little more normally.

Shaking her head, Abagail looked at her directly and held her wrists up.

Nicola was about to undo the tie when Abagail shook her head once. “Again.”