Nick and Nadine

San Diego wasn't really that far away, but with a business dinner on Tuesday night and a meeting first thing Wednesday morning, it just didn't make sense for Jonathan to drive all the way back to LA just to fall into bed and get up and drive back down in the morning. And so here he was, staying at a fabulous hotel in San Diego overlooking the ocean and miserable beyond belief.

The dinner had gone fine. This merger was going to save a lot of jobs, and that was always something Jonathan was focused on whenever he considered acquiring a company. He and his people could make the target more profitable by injecting the resources of the many interlocking companies under Jonathan Hart Industries and allowing a failing business to rise from its own ashes. Tonight had been a social event with the board of the target company to see how they all liked each other—since Jonathan found that business tended to be more successful when like-minded people came together for a common goal—and tomorrow would be the actual business side of things. So far, so good.

But where it left him now was moping around his hotel room and wishing desperately that he could be with his wife. He and Jennifer had spent plenty of nights apart over the years between his business commitments and her stories that took her across the world. But he never liked it. They had done a pretty good job during the first five years or so of their marriage to each keep their own lives as much as possible, but as the years went by, they each had less and less interest in being away from each other. Jonathan tried to schedule business trips when Jennifer wasn't working on a story so she could go with him. Jennifer tried to plan out stories she would need to travel for around Jonathan's business commitments so that he could accompany her. They hadn't been so lucky this time. It was one night, and it wasn't fair for her to be stuck in the hotel room alone when the dinner was just for the businessmen and no wives were invited.

Still, he missed her.

Jonathan picked up the phone and asked the operator to dial out to the Los Angeles number for the Harts' Willow Pond extension. It was answered on the second ring.

"Hart residence," came Max's gruff voice.

"Hi Max, it's me. It's Mrs. Hart around?" Jonathan asked, suddenly quite desperate to hear her voice.

"Oh. Sorry, Mr. H, she went out tonight," Max told him apologetically.

Jonathan's heart sank. "She went out? Where?" It actually didn't matter where. He wasn't interested in keeping tabs on her. But he had thought she would have mentioned if she was going to see a girlfriend tonight or something. He didn't like feeling like he'd missed something.

"I dunno, she just left a couple hours ago and told me not to wait up," Max replied.

"Okay…" Jonathan frowned, not knowing what that was supposed to mean. "Can you have her call me when she gets home? Lemme give you the number." He rattled off the information and then added, "And if you go to bed before she's home, leave her a note, would you?"

"Sure, Mr. H."

Jonathan bid Max a hasty goodbye and hung up the phone feeling somehow worse than before. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees and let his head drop down. He figured he might as well try to go to bed, though he wasn't going to be able to sleep until he spoke to Jennifer, he knew.

All of a sudden, a knock came at the door. Jonathan lifted his head up and stood, curiously watching the door. He hadn't ordered anything and certainly wasn't expecting visitors. Perhaps housekeeping was coming by for turndown service?

He answered the door, ready to tell whoever it was to just go away when he was met with an unexpected sight.

Standing there wearing a long coat and dangerously high stiletto heels was the most beautiful woman Jonathan had ever seen. She had her hair slicked back into a tight bun and her makeup was heavy and seductive. And she had a mouth painted in a deep, sexy red.

"Nick Buchanan, I presume? I'm Nadine. You ordered me."

The game immediately was clear. "You're late," Nick answered sternly. "Come inside. We'd better get started."

Nadine walked into the room and looked around for a moment. It was a nice room. She knew it would be, client like this. She fetched a high price, and this was an expensive hotel. This guy had money. Best kind of client there was.

"Can I call you Nadine?" he asked, shutting the door and walking up behind her.

"Of course," she replied casually. "And what should I call you?"

"Anything you want," Nick replied with a charming grin.

Nadine's mouth tightened. She wasn't here to be charmed. She was here to take control. By letting him take control. The intricacies of being a BDSM-trained worker meant she had to be prepared for anything. But the one thing that never changed was how seriously she took her job. She knew what he'd ordered and she was here to make his fantasies come true. "You'd better take a quick shower. I like a clean work space," she told him coldly.

There was a flash in Nick's eyes that let her know she was on exactly the right track with him. He would do well with this.

As soon as he went into the bathroom and closed the door, Nadine opened her bag and got ready. She took off her coat and tossed it in a nearby chair. She pulled the duvet off the bed, knowing it would only get in the way. And then she got the important props out of the bag before provocatively displaying herself on the bed, ready to get to work.

Nick stripped out of his suit and rinsed off with the quickest shower of all time. He dried off and put on one of the hotel robes before coming back into the room.

His jaw dropped. "Jesus," he breathed.

Nadine had to actively keep from smiling. It never did get old, being admired like this. She liked knowing the man she was with liked what he saw. She indulged in the way he looked at her, the darkness of his blue eyes, the slight flush in his cheek, the subtle disturbance in the front of that robe.

Nick's eyes roved over her body, encased in swirling sheer lace. She had a whole matching set of lingerie, including the garter belt that clipped onto her stockings with the seam running up the back.

"I have the ribbons you asked for. Your reservation wasn't clear whether you want to tie me up or if I'll be tying you up," Nadine said.

It wasn't until that moment that Nick saw the unfurled ribbons of black silk and velvet lying on the bed beside her. He swallowed hard. "So," he said, his voice low and sultry. "Shall I tie you up?" he offered.

Nadine did let herself smile. "You're the one who hired me. I'll do whatever you want."

"But what do you want?"

She faltered slightly at that. It wasn't usual for the client to ask her what she wanted. It hardly mattered. But she could tell this wasn't the usual appointment for her. "I want you to tie me up," she told him.

A shiver went right to Nick's cock. He swallowed hard again to get ahold of himself. He crossed over to the bed and steeled himself. He leaned in toward her but paused. "Can I kiss you?"

Nadine could feel his breath on her mouth as he asked her. He asked. He didn't take. He really was unusual. "Please," she whispered.

And then he kissed her. The touch of his lips to hers set her on fire. She smiled and pulled him closer.

They continued to kiss while his hands traced her body, mapping every curve of her soft skin and the gentle scratch of her lace lingerie. God he loved getting to touch her. She was magnificent. Everything about her was perfection. She was small and delicate in her arms but she carried herself with such power. Sexy as hell. He immediately adored every inch of her.

He unhooked her bra and peeled it off her, tossing it onto the floor. Nick pulled back to remove the rest of her garments. First unhooking the stockings and rolling them off her long legs one by one, then the garter belt and her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs, too.

And when she was entirely naked, Nick picked up the ribbons. "Lie down on your back," he instructed. "Spread arms and legs."

Nadine did as she was told, lying back and spreading her limbs out like some erotic starfish. Nick took her left leg and bent it at the knee and pressed it back toward her chest.

"Hold that," he said. She did. He took one of the ribbons and wrapped it around her ankle and wrist twice before tying it in a skilled knot. He repeated the same with the other leg. When he was finished, her wrists were tied to her ankles and her knees were bent so her body was splayed out open in front of him.

"Okay?" he asked, checking to be sure everything was alright.

Nadine appreciated the concern, but she didn't want to take them out of the moment, so she merely nodded.

Nick got off the bed and gazed at her looking so gorgeous and more arousing than he could have anticipated. He removed his robe and appreciated the hungry glint in her eye as he did. He was nearly hard just from having her naked and tied up like this, but he wasn't quite ready just yet. He wasn't quite as young as he used to be.

But when he was as nude as she but significantly more mobile, Nick climbed onto the bed. He leaned in to kiss her again. She whimpered when he put his tongue in her mouth, moving herself as best as she could to get closer to him, but she couldn't. Nick pulled away again. He got up on his knees and crawled to kneel by her head, angling them both in the right way. "Suck," he instructed.

Nadine did as she was told. Privately, she had been hoping for this. It was an odd sensation, not having the use of her hands or legs or anything. This wasn't the first blowjob she'd given when mildly incapacitated, but this was quite different. Nick was the one moving, thrusting in and out of her mouth. All she could do was hold her head steady and lave her tongue over his cock while providing the right level of suction between her lips.

Nick indulged for a while, staring at the way his cock disappeared into her mouth, the bulge it created hitting the side of her cheek. Her eyes were shining up at him, and he could tell that if she were able to, she'd be smiling. She was truly the sexiest thing he'd ever experienced in all his life.

But Nick didn't want to come this way. He had more plans. After all, he'd paid good money for a professional tonight. He was going to make good use of the time.

Nadine was breathing heavily when he pulled away and moved to the end of the bed. She watched him kneel in front of her and felt a shiver of anticipation

Nick stared at her for a moment. Her body was flushed with arousal. And from his very clear view, he could tell she was not quite wet yet. Certainly not wet enough. But he'd get her there, he was certain. He leaned in to kiss her once, softly, before moving his mouth down her sharp jawline, her elegant neck, to her gorgeous breasts. They weren't very big but they were supple and sensitive and perfect.

There were little whimpering noises that came from Nadine as Nick's teeth grazed her nipple and sucked hard. She gasped when he bit down on the curve of her breast. Nadine desperately wanted to use her hands to guide him, to direct his head to where she wanted him, to tangle her fingers into that thick head of hair of his.

She held his body tight in the cradle of her thighs, as it was the only way she could get close to him when tied up like this. He moved down lower, pulling her legs apart as he licked and kissed a line down her belly. Nick hummed eagerly when a whiff of the scent of her arousal wafted in. He settled himself down and held her hips in place as he teasingly traced his tongue along her folds.

"Oh god!" she groaned. Her whole body shuddered from the lightness of his touch, the way he electrified her so much by doing so little.

His onslaught continued, using the flat of his tongue and the tip in alternating techniques and at various pressures and speeds. He sucked on her, lapped up her wetness, plunged his tongue inside her, vibrated her clit till her whimpering moans and gasps turned to an unhinged, strangled cry of desperation. Thank god they were in a hotel where no one knew them.

Nick kissed her softly on her inner thighs. He loosened his grip, not realizing how tightly he was holding onto her. His own body was getting desperate for release. He'd been uncontrollably thrusting himself against the mattress for the slightest bit of relief, but he had wanted to be sure to get her off first. And on that front, he'd been quite successful.

Nadine was limp and trying to catch her breath when he pulled himself away from her. She blinked her eyes open for Nick to find them dark and shining. "Alright?" he asked.

She gave a breathless laugh. "Perfect," she replied. "Ready to move on?"

"Yes," he replied. And with that, Nick got up and untied the ribbons wrapped around her limbs.

"What are you doing?" she asked, unsure as to why she was being untied if they hadn't finished yet. There was plenty of time left on the clock for his session.

"Change of position, I think," he explained. "Wouldn't want you to get stiff."

"Oh I think you're the one who's stiff," she teased. His hard cock bobbing with every movement was testament to that.

Nadine sat up and stretched her arms and legs, grateful for the opportunity to do so. "Thank you. But I assume we're not done."

"Not by a long shot," Nick assured her. "Flip over, please."

He said please. How polite. And after he'd gone down on her and hadn't even let himself come in her mouth. Whatever was coming up next was certainly going to be fun, Nadine could tell. She turned herself onto her stomach and waited for Nick to move her and tie her the way he wanted. She did not have to wait long. She felt Nick's hands at her ankles, followed very soon by the velvet ribbons. He tied her ankles, forcing her legs together. He then moved up her body, pausing to give her ass a squeeze and press a few kisses to her spine, and took her wrists in his hands. He tied them just as he'd tied her ankles, stretching her arms up straight above her head. Nadine had to turn her head so she could still breathe and not be smothered against the mattress.

With her legs tied together, Nadine obviously could not spread them the way she otherwise would in order to have penetrative sex. It made for a very tight fit when Nick caressed her ass again and traveled down and teased her with his fingers. First one, thrusting in and out slowly, then a second and a third. He increased his speed and pressure, and from this angle and lying on her stomach, Nadine was squirming and gyrating around in an uncontrollable manner before she came for a second time, whimpering and pleading.

Nick could not wait any longer, now. Feeling her body pulsate around his hand, the way she felt like this, it was more than he was prepared for. He covered her body with his own and entered her slow and deep. He forced himself to remain still, to revel in the feeling of being fully sheathed inside her hot, wet, trembling body. "I love you," he whispered into her ear. His hands traveled up her arms and he kissed her neck.

"God, Jonathan, please," Jennifer begged.

He did not need to be asked twice. He began moving at a torturously slow pace. Anything to draw out their pleasure and prolong the glory of this moment. But Jonathan could only hold himself back so long. This was a very unfamiliar position for them. Jennifer had relinquished all control to him, and she was so tight and she canted her hips to raise herself to meet his thrusts in a way he had not experienced before. It was intoxicating and exciting and powerful.

The sounds of their bodies and their panting breaths and their pounding hearts and their moans of pleasure filled the room in a cacophony of sensuality and pure sex. Jonathan moved faster and harder, Jennifer whimpered as she got close. She needed more, and he knew it, and he forced himself to falter in his pace so he could hold himself up with one hand and slide the other beneath her body so his fingers could stroke her while his cock continued to pound relentlessly into her. And when her orgasm hit, ripping through her body and squeezing him like a vice grip, Jonathan spilled inside her with a few more jerking thrusts before he collapsed, exhausted.

Jennifer returned to consciousness slowly, finding herself pressed into the bed. She was still bound by those lovely velvet ribbons. Her whole body felt sweaty and buzzing from satisfaction. Jonathan was on top of her, still. His thundering heart could be felt against her shoulder blade. His weight was holding her down and her tied up limbs meant she couldn't do a thing about it.

"Jonathan?" Her voice was muffled against the bed. "Darling?"

He could hear her, but she was far away. Conscious existence was more difficult than one might anticipate. It took him a moment to realize that he was crushing his poor wife after having made love to her so well. "Oh jeez, sorry," he mumbled, managing to roll off her.

Jennifer felt lighter having him off of her, but she was still stuck. "A little help, if you wouldn't mind?"

Jonathan woke up properly at that. "Shit," he muttered as he quickly untied the ribbons and tossed them aside. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.

Once she stretched and felt a few joints pop from disuse, Jennifer did feel much better. She rolled over and snuggled against her husband. She was allowed to hold him now, to touch him for herself. "I'm wonderful, darling, how are you?"

He chuckled, stroking her hair lazily where it had started coming out of that tight bun.
I'm good," he told her.

Jennifer lifted her head to look at him questioningly. "Just good?"

"Great. Perfect," he promised.

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "Good surprise?" she asked against his lips.

Jonathan wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. "The best. Thank you. I was worried when I called the house and Max said you'd left a couple hours before and told him not to wait up."

"Why were you worried?" Jennifer never wanted to worry Jonathan. She never wanted him to be concerned or upset on her account. Of course, she knew he would be anytime she was in danger or unhappy in any way. She knew very well just how much he loved her. And she felt the same about him.

"Well, I guess not really worried," he amended. "I guess I just really missed you and I wanted to talk to you and I was upset when I couldn't."

Jennifer snuggled back into his embrace, nuzzling her cheek against his broad chest. "I know the feeling. I hated the idea of spending the night in our big bed with just Freeway. I know you don't like him sleeping in the bed, but I don't have much choice when you're away. And I realized that it was just over two hours to drive down here and I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow morning, so why not come have a little fun with my darling husband?"

Jonathan's heart soared at her words. It still didn't seem possible that she loved him just as much as he loved her. They were both so lucky. "I think that was a lot of fun," he replied simply.

"I'm glad you seemed to know what to do with those ribbons."

She was fishing for some explanation, and he couldn't really blame her. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I'd never thought about that."

"Why haven't you said anything before?" she demanded.

"I wasn't sure what you'd think. I don't ever want to put you in a position where you aren't comfortable," he explained.

Jennifer looked up at him. "Darling, there isn't a single position in bed or anywhere else that you would ever put me in to make me uncomfortable. I trust you more than I trust myself most of the time. Things like this or anything else, we can just talk about it and try. If either one of us doesn't like it, we'll try something else. And for the record, I liked this very, very much."

Jonathan kissed her again. "Me, too. So maybe we can try something else sometime soon."

"The ribbons I got are very high quality. They should last us quite a while."

"I'll definitely give it some more thought."

Jennifer grinned and settled herself back in his arms. "Good. Now get some rest. You've got a meeting tomorrow. And I'll drive back to LA. And we can have some more fun when you get home."

"Deal," Jonathan answered with a smile as he closed his eyes to try and rest.