Page 41 of Interview with a Sadist
Outside, our valet looks at us like something is wrong before scurrying to have Nolan’s car retrieved and handing over the keys when it is. Nolan guides me in again and walks calmly to the driver’s side. The second his door is closed, heat envelopes the inside of the car.
“Fuck,” he whispers before leaning over, grabbing me by the throat, and pulling me into a passionate kiss that makes me gasp.
In front of everyone outside, our tongues collide and fall into a rhythmic dance that warms us both, fogging the windows of the Lexus. While our mouths are joined, Nolan’s fingers slowly squeeze, increasing the pressure on my throat and cinching my airway. My entire world tightens around me as tension builds in my head, but I don't want him to stop. There are gasps and exclamations from outside the car, but we ignore it all as we fall into each other. It’s the most terrifyingly passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced, and by the time Nolan pulls away, I want to climb on top of him, audience be damned. My lungs clamor for air, sucking in gulps at a time, and I’m suddenly fucking turned on.
Nolan is breathing heavily when he puts the car in gear and pulls away, and he places a hand on my knee as we hit the road.
“Where are we going?” I ask, still panting.
“I want to take you to my place. Are you okay with that?”
“Of course,” I say.
“Good,” he answers as he steps on the gas, zooming the luxury car forward without regard to anyone’s safety. “Everything I want is at my place.”
“Everything you want?”
“Yes, Princess,” Nolan responds. “Everything I want to use on you.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
~ NOLAN ~
There’s something about Bree that I can’t resist. I’ve been trying—fighting myself internally every time she has come to the club—to free myself from her gravitational pull, but the more she’s around, the closer I get, and the closer I get, the more impossible it becomes to pull away. Her presence grips me by both my heart and my cock—my heart flutters, my cock throbs—and having her around has become the most intense experience I’ve had in a long time. Considering who I am and the things I’ve done, that’s really saying something.
In the restaurant, I didn’t intend to lose my cool. I wanted to treat Bree to a nice dinner in one of my favorite places, and show her a good time before even thinking of anything sexual. But it’s the way she talks to me. It’s the fucking blue in her eyes that draws me in, setting a trap for me and once I’m in range, she ensnares me.
She asked me what I was thinking when I had her on my couch, and the memory was vibrant and vivid. While sitting in a crowded restaurant, my mind traveled right back to my office and saw her bent over with her bare, unblemished, immaculate ass in the air. The thought alone had my lungs clawing for oxygen. I went feral at the table, losing my sense of calm as the sadistic thoughts I’m usually able to keep at bay came speeding forward. I’ve lost all control now, and I won’t stop until I have Bree bare in front of me again—until I can hit her, hurt her, hear her screams, and make her come all over me. I watched her explode last time, this time I want to be covered in it.
When I pull into the parking garage of my apartment complex, everything in the car is quiet. I’m sure she’s thinking about what’s about to happen just as much as I am, and we rush to exit the vehicle and make our way inside to the elevator. The second the doors close, Bree scrambles over to me and slams her mouth against mine. We kiss feverishly, our tongues clashing violently as we breathe into each other’s mouths. We’re engulfed by lust and adrenaline, and the more we kiss, the more I lose myself. I want to slam her against the wall and slap her. I want to see her cheek bloom with red before I wrap my fingers around her throat and fucking squeeze. I want to bend her over right here in the elevator and fuck her like a caveman until her pussy can’t handle it anymore. I need to hear her scream for me. I want to chain her to the handrail in the elevator and slap her face with my cock until it starts to feel like a sledgehammer for her. I want to tear her apart with my brutality.
Fuck.
I push her back just before the doors open, fighting away images in my head of Bree crawling on the floor next to me like a good little slut. We’re not at that stage yet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t crave it. Nonetheless, I block it out as we walk hand-in-hand to my apartment. The moment we’re inside, Bree jumps onto me, literally wrapping her legs around my waist and forcing me to hold her up. I’m not the only one who has been waiting to let go. Bree is like an animal being released from her cage for the very first time. She’s mad with lust, desperate to feel what she has been bottling up her entire life. But animals must be broken and tamed if you wish to keep them.
I carry Bree into the living room, kissing her the entire way, until we fall to the floor in between my couches and fireplace. She claws at my back, constantly pulling me closer like she can’t control herself. She yanks my jacket off, tossing it to the side before tearing at my sweater next, clamoring to get her hands underneath so she can pull it off of me. She has lost all sense of direction and control, and I realize she needs me. Bree was a captive inside her own mind and within the walls of her upbringing. She was locked away, and now that the lock has been removed, she doesn’t know how to act. She wants it all at once, and she needs me to show her the way. She needs me to tame her or she’ll be lost for good. She is new to this world, but I’m not, and I will show her.
As she tugs at my sweater, I take hold of both her wrists and slam them on the floor above her head. She gasps, and my cock jumps at the sound, pushing against the fabric of my pants with an intense desire to break free. Bree looks at me, still breathing hard and heavy, ready to go berserk if I let her go.
“Listen to me,” I say, staring her straight in the eyes. I let the darkness within me build to a crescendo and takeover, erasing everything sweet and humble Bree is used to. “Stop fucking moving right now.”
Her body stills, but her eyes continue to scan my face. She searches for signs of the nice man she has been interviewing, but she won’t find him.
“You are not in charge of anything here,” I say. “I’m not one of your old boyfriends who couldn’t control himself and thought it was hot when you couldn’t either. Here, I’m in control. I own everything in this room, including you. Here, there is only one boss, one Master, one Dominant, and that is me. Do you understand?”
Bree’s blue eyes finally settle and lock onto mine. “Yes,” she says, and I want to choke her for not adding sir onto the end, but again, we’re not there yet.
“Without moving, tell me what you want from me, Bree,” I demand.
“I want it all,” she answers. “I want all of you—all of the pain, all the pleasure, all the dominance inside you. I want it all.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I reply, scowling.
“Yes, I do.”
“Youdon’t,” I bark. “You want me to hit you?”
“Yes.”
