Page 71 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

There would be judgment. And likely a phone call to Kam, Greer’s best friend, which would mean that Elia, Kam’s girlfriend, would know exactly what Abagail was up to. Abagail shuddered, her nipples hardening in the chilly air as the fear rampaged through her brain briefly.

“You are a good little pet, aren’t you?” Nicola patted Abagail’s head and shut the door behind her.

Abagail winced. Who was Nicola playing at being tonight? Because while she’d definitely exhibited some of these tendencies before, this was something else entirely. Abagail opened her mouth to ask what had crawled up Nicola’s ass when Nicola put fingers to her lips and shushed her.

“Oh no, we don’t want any of that tonight.” Her lips quirked upward, her eyes alight with mischief.

Abagail recognized that look, she’d seen it before, and this time it did the exact same thing to her as it had done before. Pleasure coursed through her and ended right between her legs. Nicola took a red scarf and wrapped it around Abagail’s head, tying it tightly at the back of her head.

Bending down behind Abagail, Nicola leaned in and pressed her lips to Abagail’s ear. “I couldn’t tie you up the way I wanted to with such short notice, so we’ll have to do that next time.”

Abagail shivered at the touch, at the feel of Nicola’s breath against her skin, at the fact that she was completely without control right now. What Abagail assumed was a second scarf was wrapped tightly around her wrists behind her back, the fabric soft against her skin but definitely keeping her from moving.

All she had were her other senses to help her focus on what was happening next. And damn did it intensify everything. She’d been blindfolded before, but Nicola’s energy and their sexual compatibility made this so much better than it had been any time before.

Next Nicola was at her ankles, tying yet another scarf around them. Abagail was unable to move, frozen to whatever spot Nicola guided her into. The fear of falling over reached her, and amped up her adrenaline, but so did the soft touches and swipes of Nicola’s fingers against her skin, against her shoulders, her collarbone, her nipples when Nicola tweaked them, to down between her knees that were still slightly spread.

Abagail gasped when Nicola slid two fingers deep inside her without warning. The resulting chuckle sent another wave of arousal through her. Abagail bit back another moan. The text had told her to be as quiet as possible until Nicola told her otherwise. And she’d nearly failed that command several times already.

Nicola’s fingers moved in and out of her, but Nicola avoided her clit easily. Abagail clenched her teeth together tightly,slowing her breathing as she focused on the sensations roiling around her body, telling her to lean forward or back or just let Nicola take control of absolutely everything. Which she supposed she was already doing.

“I’m going to put something in you, all right?”

Abagail whimpered. She’d told Nicola to get creative, and she had very little on either list that she’d sent her.

“I need an actual answer this time, Abagail.”

Oh the lack of nickname was stark. Abagail frowned at it. Since when did Nicola call her by her full name? Because that hadn’t happened in a while. She cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes.”

“You remember what to say if you don’t like what I’m doing?” Nicola brushed her fingers down Abagail’s chest, pinching her nipple hard.

“Yes,” Abagail said on a whine.

“What is it?”

“Marry me.”

When Nicola had sent that text, it sent a shiver through Abagail’s spine. But she hadn’t questioned it. At least not to Nicola. Instead, she’d accepted it for whatever it was. A game that the two of them had started, and one that Abagail was damn determined to finish.

Nicola reached behind Abagail’s back and picked something up. Abagail could see nothing, but she could feel something bulbous pressing against her opening, the cool plastic feel against her skin and heat. She sucked in a breath, holding it as Nicola spun the toy—what Abagail could only assume was some sort of vibrating egg—in her juices and then slowly pressed it against her.

Nicola nibbled on Abagail’s neck and down to the top of her chest as she continued to slowly press the toy into Abagail. She leaned into Abagail, holding her up when Abagail gasped andlisted forward. They worked so well in tandem when it came to these things. Why couldn’t they be that way outside of the bedroom?

Was that something that Abagail actually wanted?

She shuddered as her body finally accepted the toy. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths to steady her racing heart. Why had that been so sensational? She searched blindly for Nicola’s mouth, wanting to kiss her, wanting to tangle herself up even more in Nicola so that they could maybe do this together.

Their mouths touched. Nicola pressed her tongue into Abagail’s mouth, pushing her back against the rug, gently laying her down and then climbing on top of her. The brush of her clothes was rough against Abagail’s skin. She wanted skin to skin, but she wasn’t sure she could actually ask for that. Nicola had been very explicit when she’d told Abagail not to talk.

With her knees no longer pressing into the floor, the tension in her back eased, and immediately all the discomfort she’d had before was gone. Abagail breathed deeply when Nicola kissed down her chest and covered her nipple and breast with her mouth, flicking her nipple with her tongue. Abagail lifted her hips upward, trying to adjust how her hands landed behind her back while Nicola pulled at her ankles to move them closer to her ass, which automatically spread Abagail’s knees apart.

Nicola’s mouth was immediately against her clit, and Abagail sighed at the touch. This was what she’d been longing for, the tender touch, the licks, the enticement toward orgasm that they were both obviously wanting. They were never at odds when it came to this.

But Abagail wished she could see Nicola, that she could understand what Nicola was thinking. Was the mask of happiness that she’d obviously been wearing gone? Was this her way of hiding from Abagail so that she couldn’t see what was really going on?

Maybe this was—Abagail moaned, her hips rotating from side to side as the vibrations from whatever toy Nicola had put into her ricocheted through her body. The vibrations stopped, and so did Nicola’s mouth. Abagail gasped at the lack of sensations, barely able to keep up with what was going to happen next.

She felt Nicola’s hair trailing against her stomach and then her breasts, but what was she doing? When would the touches start again? When would Nicola’s mouth be against her again? When would Abagail get off, finally? Abagail tried to close her knees together, but Nicola put her hands on them and pushed them back open, then she rubbed the red and surely marked spots from where Abagail was pressed against the rug for so long.

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