Page 42 of Bottoms
“What does this mean?” he said, rounding on me. He stepped close to me, so we were just barely not touching.
I wanted to feel his hands against my skin so badly that I almost physically ached for it. But there was a reason why Fynn and I had decided to do things the way we were. Nik would have to be willing to hand me back to Fynn at the end of class before we could move forward.
“I’m allowed to come to class,” I said enthusiastically. Wanting him to feel excited about the time we would have together rather than the time we would not.
“What does that mean?” he cautioned as his arms crossed his chest. Putting on a tough front like he wasn’t dying to jump on me.
“I get one hour with you twice a week for the rest of the semester.” I smiled again, hoping that he would drop his scowl.
“But you're still his prisoner. You can’t leave with me, can you?” he said. Turning away from me, I saw his back muscles pulled tight.
I lightly pressed my hand against his back, feeling him freeze. I worked to massage his muscles, focusing on the tense parts of his shoulder. He tried not to melt into the sensation, but that appeared to be beyond his ability. It only took a moment before his muscles tightened as he prepared his attack. I knew it was coming, but did nothing to evade it as he turned around to wrap his arms around my waist. Pulling me into his chest for a warm embrace.
“I don’t know if I can let you leave with him again,” he whispered into my fake brown hair.
I tilted my head back so he could look at me while I explained what he needed to do. I just hoped that he cared enough about me to listen to what I said. “If you let me leave with him, I get to come back.”
“If I kill him, he won’t be able to tell you what to do anymore, Vanessa,” Nik pleaded. As if my permission would override any orders he received from Tanner.
“You can’t kill him, Nik. And frankly, I’m not sure I want you to. Things have changed. My life has changed. I’m not the same girl I was a few months ago, but I still want you. And I know you want me too,” I said as I pressed my hand between his legs to cup his dick.
Nik groaned, and it only encouraged me to continue fondling him through his pants. I only got an hour, and we had already wasted enough time.
I reached up to whisper in Nik’s ear, “One hour. Twice a week. I’m all yours.”
His cock twitched under my touch, seemingly more affected by the sound of my voice than anything else.
“You just have to let me go at the end of the hour. That’s all he’s requiring,” I whispered as my hand moved to unbutton Nik’s pants.
His body tensed again, and his hand came to remove mine. He took a step back from me. Apparently, he needed to have a conversation before accepting Fynn's gift.
“I don’t know if I can do that, Vanessa,” he said with a hard tone.
“If you don’t want me anymore, that’s all you have to say,” I said bitterly. “You could always try Arizona if you haven’t already while I was gone.”
Nik moved, but this time I wasn’t ready for it. He cradled my head in his hands as his lips touched my forehead. “Stop.”
I heard the words and felt them through my skin. My body obeyed, and even my mind went offline in compliance.
“You know it’s not that. It will never be because I don’t want you. I need you for more than one hour twice a week. I need to roll over in the morning to look into your hauntingly beautiful eyes, so I know it’s not a nightmare in disguise.”
I could feel the steady, hard beating of his heart. It never skipped a beat or raced to power him through a lie. Each word he had spoken was a truth, and later he would have to pay the price for it. I pulled back just enough to look up at him through my lashes.
“That future is possible, Nik.” I poured every ounce of my truth into the words, hoping he could finally realize what I had been trying to say this whole time. “You have to play his games first,” I explained further. “You have to pass his tests.”
“Tests?” Nik said before realization finally crossed over his features.
I loved him, but he sure wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed sometimes.
Love?
No. Call it a Freudian slip. That would be a great excuse whenever I slipped up and called out ‘daddy’ in the middle of sex. I hadn’t so far, but it sounded like something my men would get off on. Fynn. I had a feeling Fynn would get off on it the most.
“Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on?” Nik said, bringing me back out of my thoughts.
There didn’t seem to be as many voices rattling around my mind since I met Fynn. There was a lot less worrying, too. My brain seemed content to hand that responsibility off to Fynn since he owned me.
“Because it’s part of the game. I know you can do it. You can beat him every time he thinks you will fail. I believe in you and am here to help you succeed.” I said, trying to word it right to get Nik to decide to play along.
