Page 53 of Mistletoe Mistake
When he finally pulled out, I gasped for breath, coughing, and instantly, Cole was on his knees in front of me. “You okay?”
His dark eyes were full of concern, all the hardness gone from them, and when I nodded, not quite trusting myself to speak yet, his face relaxed into a smile. With his thumb, he swiped the cum off my chin and put his thumb in my mouth. I licked it clean and gave it an extra suck, hard, hollowing out my cheeks.
Cole groaned once more. “You're so fucking sexy, you know that?”
I couldn’t say I did. No one had ever said that to me before. In fact, in the past year, people had gone out of their way to tell me the opposite. Based on our time together, I had hoped that Cole thought so, but actually hearing the words from him felt pretty good.
“You're not so bad yourself,” I replied, making him smile.
Rising to his feet again, Cole pulled me up and then moved behind me to untie my wrists. After a minute of pulling and tugging which only seemed to make it tighter, he swore loudly. “Shit. I can't undo this knot. Hang on, Gemma, let me find something to cut it with.”
He returned with a small knife from the kitchen area of the suite, but it quickly became apparent it wouldn’t be sharp enough to cut through the fabric.
“Fuck,” he swore again, tossing the knife aside. “I'm going to have to call down to the desk for something. Are you okay for a few more minutes?”
I couldn't help laughing. “The all-powerful Cole Stamer is stymied by a cheap polyester tie?”
His eyes narrowed as he pretended not to be amused by my teasing, even though I knew he was. “It'sbecauseit's cheap. That's the problem. I'm used to much better quality.”
He picked up the phone and placed a call to the front desk, asking for someone to bring some scissors, and he led me into the bedroom to keep me out of sight for when they arrived.
“I'm sorry,” he apologized, his hand cupping my face gently, and I could tell that he really did feel bad.
By the time the scissors arrived and Cole managed to cut through the fabric, my wrists had turned a deep red colour and Cole's brow furrowed in worry as he looked at them.
“I didn't mean to hurt you, Gemma.” His eyes were filled with regret as he looked between my wrists and my face.
“I know,” I assured him. “Don't worry. They're a little sore, but it didn't cut off the circulation or anything. I'll be fine.”
He shook his head, though whether it was at what I said or the thoughts in his head, I couldn’t be sure. “I don't know why I...” He trailed off before shaking his head again. “You make me lose control, Gemma, but it's no excuse.”
I suspected he wasn't just talking about my wrists anymore; he also meant earlier, when he forgot the condom.
He'd looked so guilty about that when it happened that I didn't tell him that it actually worried me a little too. Normally, I took my pills regularly, but with everything going on in the last week since I'd met him, I couldn’t be entirely certain that I'd remembered to take them every day. I would need to check in the morning and maybe get a morning-after pill, just to be sure.
In any case, I could deal with that on my own. I didn't want him to worry about it or feel worse than he already did, and I certainly didn't want him to stop doing the kinds of things he was doing to me.
The idea that I made Cole lose control seemed almost unbelievable to me. As far as I was concerned, I had never known anyone so in control at all times.
“It's fine, Cole,” I told him once again, gently, dipping my head to meet his eyes. “Tonight was... unexpected, but amazing. I loved it. All of it.”
“I did too,” he agreed, looking down at my wrists again. “Let me take care of this.”
In a minute, he returned with lotion, rubbing it gently into the reddened skin. I winced as he pressed a little too hard, and I noticed that he grimaced in response. It seemed obvious to me that he really did care about not hurting me.
When he’d finished tending to my wrists, he ran me a bath, insisting that I take it even though I told him once again that I was perfectly fine. As I sank down into the warm, bubbly water, he brought in a towel and my pajamas, fussing over me like an overprotective mother hen. Finally, I kicked him out to go do some work so that I could relax.
Leaning back in the bath, I tried to make sense of the mystery of Cole Stamer. So domineering one moment, then sweet and concerned the next, he could switch from businessman to friend to lover in the blink of an eye, and he seemed to take a certain amount of pride in doing so. He relied on that self-control to keep his life in order, and to keep his heart safely locked away.
So, if I made him lose control, what did that mean for him? What did it mean for us?
~Cole~
By the time Gemma got out of the bath, her wrists looked a little better, but I still cursed myself for not being more careful. Perhaps if we were going to keep engaging in this sort of thing, I should invest in some proper restraints, something designed for it. Something that I would not eventually have to cut her out of.
As she went into the bedroom to get ready for bed, I took a quick look at the same online store where I had bought the costume she'd worn tonight. There were a lot of bondage options, more than I'd been anticipating, and after a few minutes of looking, I decided that Gemma and I should probably look at them together. She might have some ideas on what she would like to try, but I suspected that conversation might get a little... intense. Enjoyably so, but intense nonetheless, and it was late. We would have time to look at it the next day, so I put the laptop away and joined Gemma in the bedroom instead.
The towel she wore when she came out of the bathroom was still loosely draped around her body as she applied lotion to her legs. As I watched her hands moving across her smooth skin, I couldn't help feeling the stirrings of arousal again. “Do you need some help with that?”
