Page 44 of Interview with a Sadist
~ NOLAN ~
I feel heavier than usual, as if Earth’s gravity has increased from the damage we’ve done in this room. My lungs sting with fire as I breathe in deeply, my throat tight as I stare up at the ceiling with Bree next to me suffering from her own destruction. This is heaven blended with hell—the best feeling in the world that we all chase when given the chance. This is what we hope for when we think about sex in its truest form—no quickies, no man coming in two minutes while the woman can’t even get close, no awkwardness, no regrets. Just this—annihilation and the carnage left behind when it’s over.
After a few minutes of recovery, I finally manage to pull my head up from the floor and look around. The condom is still on my dick, my couch has moved back a few feet from how hard I was thrusting into Bree, and my toys are scattered—nipple clamps by the fireplace, the wand somehow under the couch like it’s hiding, and clothes disorganized and spread all over the place. We really made a beautiful mess, and I smile as I lift myself up and look at Bree.
She lies on her back with her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling as she sucks in air. One arm is stretched out to her side while the other has settled over her face, covering her eyes. Bree looks like she really has been through something traumatic, and I love it. Her face is red around her mouth from my cock slamming into it, her entire chest is flushed, and both nipples look raw and red, the victims of torture and passion. From here, she looks overwhelmed, and I know what the effects of Sub Drop can have, especially on someone who is new to being a masochist and submissive. Soon, she will become consumed by emotions she can’t explain, as her body comes down from all of the adrenaline, dopamine, and endorphins she was just flooded with. Her mind and body will have to reboot, and it won’t feel good. She doesn't know it’s coming, but I do.
Sucking in a deep breath, I pull myself together and get off the floor.Bree,on the other hand, doesn't move, which is perfect because I don't want her to. She has done enough by giving herself over to me. Now, it’s my turn to give back.
“Hey,” I say as I crouch down next to her and place a hand on her ankle. “You okay?”
Without moving, she replies, “Yeah. I just … I don't even know.”
“It’s okay,” I say, positioning myself closer to her. “I got you. Just hold on.”
Slowly, I wriggle my arms underneath her knees and back, and scoop her up into my arms.
“Oh … what are you doing?” she asks, finally looking at me and letting me see the redness in her eyes.
“Sshhh,” I respond as I stand up and set my sights on the bedroom. “Let me take care of you, Bree.”
I walk with her in my arms, carrying her like a new bride over the threshold of my bedroom, and when we reach the bed, I set her down gently, pulling the covers halfway up her tattered body so she’s not cold.
“Stay here,” I command, and although she doesn't say anything, I see her muscles relax as she settles into the soft mattress.
I step into the bathroom and clean up—discarding the condom and washing myself off, before slipping into basketball shorts and exiting. While she waits for me, I walk back into the living room and quickly piece it back together—picking up our clothes and folding them into two neat piles on the couch, collecting the toys I used on Bree and placing them on the counter to be cleaned and sanitized later, and fixing the position of the couch so it’s back in its normal spot in front of the fireplace. After everything is in order, I go into the kitchen and grab two wine glasses, a towel, ice, and a bottle of white wine, taking the entire trove back into the bedroom and setting it all on the side of the bed opposite Bree. Her eyes stay glued to me as I slide into bed and begin to pull her close.
“Nolan, what are—”
“Don’t talk,” I say, cutting her off. “Just come here.”
Bree lets out a nervous giggle as she allows me to pull her body over until she’s between my legs with her back to me, and the two of us lean against the headboard together. The back of her head rests against my chest as I grab the towel next to us and drop the ice cubes into it.
“Nolan,” she starts again, but I stop her.
“Sshh.” I place the towel on the bed and pick up the wine and a glass next, filling it up and handing it to Bree. “Sip this.”
I see the smirk on her face as she takes it, but she doesn't say anything, finally getting the picture. While Bree sips her wine, I grab the towel and slowly bring it to her red chest, rubbing it gently against her right nipple. She hisses and I reduce the pressure, stroking down her sensitive flesh slowly until I sense her tension easing. She takes another sip of wine, and I move over to the other nipple, repeating the process. We spend the next twenty minutes this way—Bree sipping wine while I carefully caress her body, doing my best to soothe the wounds I caused.
“You don't have to stay the night, but you're welcome to,” I say after another few silent minutes. “When you're ready, the shower is there if you want it, and your clothes are in the living room, neatly folded and waiting on the couch.”
Bree shifts her position just a bit, raising her head so she can look up at me with a soft, gorgeous smile.
“Thank you,” she says. “I think I’ll stay like this just a little while longer.”
We lock eyes for a moment, and I grin as I place the towel on the nightstand and wrap both of my arms around her, bringing us as close as humanly possible.
“Good,” I reply, and we happily return to enjoying the silence.
We spend the next hour together, sipping wine while I massage the beautiful skin on Bree’s naked body. The concept of time evaporates and neither of us thinks about anything but the moment. It’s ours, and we settle into it like we've been doing it for years. The back of my hand rubs a trail down her chest and stomach before my index finger traces circles around her navel, and we share a laugh. Neither of us wants to move and disrupt the moment, so we stay in it together, and the Sub Drop I was expecting to ravage her never comes.
Black Friday
ChapterTwenty-Seven
When I wake up Friday morning, I feel like I exist in a world that is tilting. A rush of emotions sweep over me as I sit up and take in my surroundings, and find Nolan in the bathroom with his back to me, wearing black shorts and nothing else. The muscles in his back flex and twitch as he finishes brushing his teeth and putting cocoa butter lotion all over his body, and just watching him feels like a dream has been pulled out of my mind and placed right in front of me. Even from the back, the man is beautiful, and memories of last night are vividly in the front of my mind. My heart races watching him, but then the other side of my emotions comes to life and everything stills.
I’m not supposed to be here. It’s Friday morning and I have to work, so the fact that Nolan drove us here reminds me of the fact that I don't have access to my car. In a panic, I shuffle out of bed to look for my phone, only to find that I’m still naked. I quickly pull the covers back over my exposed body. The shock comes with a nice, pounding headache that reminds me how much wine I drank last night as well. Not to mention I have a sore chest, and my pussy and clit are both feeling extra sensitive.
