Page 45 of Interview with a Sadist
“Shit,” I mumble as I hang my legs off the side of the bed.
“Good morning. You okay?”
Nolan strides into the room, and it’s obvious from his severe case of being hot as fuck and moving swiftly that he’s not being bogged down by a hangover. As he approaches, I can tell he’s not wearing underwear beneath his shorts, because the outline of his cock is as clear as day, and I suddenly remember how I felt when I saw it for the first time last night.
He released it as I was sitting against the couch, right before he fucked my mouth. I don't know how it’s possible for someone to be born with every inch of them sculpted so perfectly, but Nolan is flawless. Most of the time I think dicks are ugly. Even though I love them, they’re not the most attractive things in the world—but Nolan’s cock is somehow an extension of the man himself. It’s thick, with a pen-sized vein running down the shaft, and it looks just as dominant and beautiful as he is.
Why am I still thinking about his dick?
I clear my throat and place a hand over my eyes, blocking out the light and hiding my embarrassment. “Umm, yeah, I’m okay. Apparently I have a bit of a hangover.”
“Oh, that sucks,” Nolan says as he stops next to me and crouches down. “Can I get you anything? Coffee, water, ibuprofen?”
“Those last two would be great, but I also need my clothes. What time is it?”
“Quarter to seven,” Nolan answers.
“Shit. I have to be at work at nine. I’m so screwed.”
Nolan places a hand on my knee and squeezes it gently, sending a shockwave up my leg. I pinch my lips together and look at him to find blue eyes staring back at me.
“Hey, I got you. I’ll get your clothes and some medicine, and as soon as you're dressed I’ll take you back to your place. Don’t worry, I won't let you be late to work. You trust me?”
Looking into his eyes makes me think about every kinky thing that happened last night, and I’m suddenly ready to skip work.
“Yes,” I say, grinning as he flashes a complete smile before standing up and walking away.
When Nolan returns, he’s carrying my folded clothes in one hand, and a glass of water and two pills in the other. He hands me the water and pills first, then places my clothes on the bed.
“Take these, and make sure to drink all of the water,” he commands. “Then, get dressed and we’ll go.”
Don't ask me why I like him commanding me to take care of myself. I just do, and I have to use every muscle in my face to keep from smiling as my heart flutters like moth wings. Nolan walks away to finish getting dressed while I take both pills and down the glass of water. I slip back into my shirt and skirt from last night, run my fingers through my hair in a futile effort to look decent without a comb, and wait by the bathroom door for Nolan to finish buttoning up his shirt. In just a few minutes, he has made himself look incredible once again, while I feel like a total bum waiting for him. Nonetheless, when he turns around, he steps up to me and softly places his lips against mine.
“How are you so beautiful first thing in the morning?” he asks, stepping back to look at me.
I scoff. “You’re kidding, right? I literally look like a troll right now.”
“Ifthisis what trolls looked like, there would be so many people trying to fuck trolls,” he says, and we both laugh at the same time. “There would be an entire category on Pornhub for troll porn if trolls looked like this. First thing in the morning, lunch time, late at night—it doesn't matter, Bree. You're stunning. I’ve never been a big believer in any gods, but I don't know how else to explain you walking into my club for an interview. It must’ve been a gift fromsomebody.”
I stand there with a stunned expression as Nolan leans in to kiss me again, before walking by as if he didn’t just floor me. He clears his throat and goes to the bedroom door.
“You ready?”
I have to shake my head to snap out of the trance he put me in. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
On the drive back to my apartment complex, I look out the window as I’m overcome by thoughts of what led me to this insane point in my life. Nolan drives silently while I think about all of the boyfriends I’ve had and what being with them was like. How could I compare them to Nolan while also acknowledging that there is no comparison? However, is that what Nolan is? My boyfriend? We haven't defined anything or said that we are exclusive, so I don't actually know what this is. All I do know is that I’ve never done anything like this in my life, and I fucking love it so far. It’s all been so incredible that I know something must be on the other side of the horizon. The other shoe has to drop soon, because Nolan is what people mean when they say something seems too good to be true.
“You’re in your head again, Princess,” Nolan says, just before reaching over and placing a hand on my knee. “What’s on your mind?”
Looking down at his hand, I answer, “Everything. All of it. Everything that’s happened since we met.”
“What do you think about it?”
“It’s a lot. It’s sort of staggering how much things have changed since I met you. It’s like I have a whole new brain that thinks and feels things I never did before.”
“Do you like it?”
I smile, looking at him while he keeps his eyes on the road. “Yes.”
