Page 41 of Hale Yes (Highway to Hale #1)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I’m going to have you tested because you can’t be human
Nicolette
We crash into my townhome with my legs wrapped around Helix’s waist and our mouths fused like someone welded us together. Apparently, he didn’t want to leave either.
“Please tell me you have condoms,” he mumbles into my mouth.
My frantic words come out in pants as he strides through my kitchen like he’s not carrying a fully grown human. He’s so fucking powerful, and I’m dripping with need.
“In my nightstand. My room is on the third floor.”
“I remember.”
“Oh god. The sangria incident,” I groan as he jogs up the first flight of stairs. “I’m so sorry about?—”
“Shut up,” he growls, turning to head up the next flight. “The only words I want to hear from your mouth are fuck and me .”
“Fuck. Me,” I say, and desire flares in his blue eyes. His mouth crashes over mine again, and we bump into the wall before he shifts course to get us safely to the third floor.
Once in my room, Helix tosses me on the bed and immediately shucks his suspenders from his wide shoulders. “Take off everything except the fishnets and heels,” he orders, starting on his shirt buttons. “And hurry up.”
Removing my belt, I roll my eyes and mutter, “Okay, okay. Hold your horses, bossy-butt.”
His eyes narrow. “Keep giving me attitude, and you’ll find yourself tied to that bed.”
That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, so I retort, “Then I guess I’ll just keep giving you attitude.”
Helix’s head jerks up, and he pierces me with an assessing gaze. I return it and give him a tiny nod of consent.
“Goddamn,” he groans, shoving his pants down to reveal gray boxer briefs that are distorted by the huge bulge that’s evident. “You have two seconds to get that dress off before I rip it from your luscious body.”
“No,” I say, quickly, undoing enough of my dress buttons to slide it off my torso and down my legs. “Don’t rip it. It was a gift.”
I toss the garment, and he catches it in mid-air before checking the label. Then his angry eyes meet mine.
“This is a Bouvier dress. Who the hell bought you such an expensive gift?”
I sit up wearing only my lingerie, earrings, and heels, fisting a hand on my hip. “Not that it’s any of your business, but it was a birthday present from Gianna and Auburn.”
That gets his attention. “You know the Bouviers?”
“I do,” I say indignantly. “Lehra works there, and she introduced us. Gianna is a good friend of mine.”
To my surprise, Helix laughs. “I should rip that dress into shreds and send a picture of it to Auburn.”
My forehead furrows. “You don’t like him?”
Helix bends and unhooks his suspenders from his pants, still chuckling. “No, I actually like the grumpy bastard a lot, but it would be fun to fuck with him. He’s so sensitive about his fashions.”
He drops the dress on the heap of his own clothes, and there’s something innately intimate about seeing our clothes tangled together.
Striding slowly toward me, he tosses the suspenders on the bed and presses one knee into the mattress beside me. With two fingers, he gently lifts my chin. “I would never destroy anything that’s important to you, Nicolette.”
What about my heart? I want to ask, imagining the organ on the floor in tatters beside our clothes.
With a suggestive smile, I lie back and say, “I don’t really care for these panties all that much. They tend to ride up my butt crack.”
His lips twitch and his fingers leave trickles of warmth as he eases them down my body and to the forest-green string at my hip. A second later, a ripping snap cracks through the room, and my panties are a thing of the past.
Helix exposes the crotch and rubs it over his lips, eyes closed in apparent ecstasy. “You’re wet, queenie.”
“And you’re hard,” I note, glancing down at his crotch. “Sometimes there’s a direct correlation between the two.”
He laughs softly and then bends to kiss my lips, giving me a taste of my own desire. “You’re going to need a safe word for the things I’m about to do to you, Nicolette. Do you have one?”
“No, but what about safe word ?”
He frowns. “That’s what I said. You need a safe word.”
“I know. I want my safe word to be safe word ,” I explain. “It seems like that would be the easiest one to remember.”
Helix shakes his head, lips curling in amusement. “Sometimes I forget what a genius you are.”
“Well, it would do you well to remember,” I say tartly as both his hands go to my right ear. He carefully removes one earring and then the other, setting them on the nightstand, and I suck in a breath at the sweetness of it. Then he removes my bra, leaving me bare to his gaze.
And he definitely gazes, his blue irises seeming to light from behind with appreciation.
“I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful your body is,” he murmurs, dragging a fingertip around one nipple, sliding it across my body, and doing the same with the other, over and over in a sensual figure-eight motion.
“I thought I could fuck you out of my system, but it only made me want you more.”
“Maybe tonight will help,” I say, trying to infuse false hope into my tone.
Because I actually hope the opposite is true and that he wants more of me.
I like the way Helix touches me, and I’ve never had a sexual encounter as fulfilling as our one time together.
We enjoy hanging out together, so why shouldn’t that extend to more… naked activities?
“We’ll see,” he tells me, standing and walking to the foot of the bed. “Now grab onto the headboard.” I do, and he adjusts me, tugging me by the ankles until my arms are straight but not uncomfortably so. Then he grabs the suspenders and climbs over me until he’s straddling my torso.
Helix’s balls are heavy against my stomach, and I have the perfect view of the wet spot turning his underwear a couple shades darker where the tip of his big cock sits. My breaths come sporadically as he expertly ties my hands to the slats of the headboard.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, eyebrows pinching in concern.
“I’m excited,” I admit. “I’ve never been tied up before.”
His hands press into the pillow on either side of my head, and he leans so close I can smell the cherry and vodka on his breath from our drinks.
“I like having you at my mercy, Nicolette. I want to be able to touch and lick you wherever I want. Have no doubt, I will fuck you exactly how I want and use your body for my pleasure.” A smirk forms on his full lips.
“And I think you’ll enjoy every second of it.
If not, you will use your safe word immediately, understood? ”
Outside the bedroom, Helix grants me free will.
He gives me strength and confidence in myself I didn’t know I possessed.
Maybe it’s always been there, hidden beneath the surface, waiting for someone to peel back the layers.
But as soon as the clothes come off, he takes that will and makes it his own.
And I’m not ashamed to admit I enjoy ceding control. I love every deep command he utters.
I also understand that my safe phrase gives me complete control over him. I can shift the balance of power with two simple words.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl,” he rasps, and I can feel the evidence of his approval throbbing against my stomach.
Scooting down, Helix kneels between my legs and runs his hands up and down my thigh-high fishnet stockings, stopping to trace the delicate lace at the top.
“I approve of these. Did you wear them for me?”
“I wore them because they look good with the dress,” I hedge.
His eyebrows shift inward. “Did. You. Wear. Them. For. Me?”
“I, um…” My gaze shifts away from those intense blue orbs, and he immediately rolls my legs toward my chest, holding them there with one strong forearm. Then he spanks my right ass cheek. Hard.
“Did you wear these sexy fucking stockings to turn me on?”
“Yes!” I cry, and he spanks me again, this time on the left side.
“Were you trying to make my cock so fucking hard I couldn’t resist you?” he barks, eliciting the truth from me with his imposing tone.
My voice ekes out in a whimper. “Yes.”
He smacks the right side. “Because you have a slutty little cunt that’s been craving my cock since the last time I fucked you?”
I clamp my lips shut, knowing my refusal to answer will reward me with more of his beautiful punishment. It comes a second later, and I think my pussy is going to spontaneously combust with the slap.
“Yes! God, Helix, I’m about to come.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, spreading my legs wide and staring at my exposed vagina. “You have three choices where to come: on my fingers, on my mouth, or on my cock. You do not come around thin air when I’m here to give your body what it needs.”
“I can’t… help it,” I pant. His dirty words aren’t helping a bit, and I can feel the orgasm spreading through me, the clenching and leaking between my legs.
Helix watches with fascination etched on his handsome features. “Fucking hell, you’re really coming,” he grumbles a split second before he spanks my pussy.
And that does it. My hips buck and my back arches off the bed as a scream rips up my throat.
I’m flying, only vaguely aware that Helix’s mouth is now attached to my pussy like a leech, sucking up every drop of me.
My body floats on a soft cloud, lower and lower until I’m back on my bed, sweaty and spent with a large, dominant man between my legs.
He unlatches and lifts his head, allowing me to see my release dripping from his chin. Swiping it with the side of his finger, he sucks it off, causing one more tremor to vibrate through me.
“You’re a very bad girl, queenie.”
“I’m sorry,” I lie, and I think my sated smile gives away the fact I don’t give a fuck.
Helix inspects my ass cheeks and then licks the handprints he put there, leaving a coat of saliva before blowing on them. It cools my heated skin, and I sigh.
“I think the punishment should continue,” he remarks.