All of Me (30 page)

And then it hit
her.  Somehow she realized.  She sensed his need to control this situation.  To
control her.  And she was more than fine with it.

Stella met his
eyes.  “I’m yours, Nathan.  I belong to you.  And only to you.”  Nathan’s
breathing grew harder and faster and his eyes widened.  “My body belongs to
you.  Do whatever you want to me.  With me.”  Stella spread her legs beneath
him.  For him.  She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. 

Stella’s eyes
popped back open when Nathan released her wrists. 

Nathan was still
straddling her.  Eyeing her up and down with those hooded whiskey eyes.  “Don’t
move,” he commanded and Stella nodded. 

Nathan left and
came back a few seconds later.  Stella couldn’t see what he was carrying, but
she heard the clink of metal on metal.

A rush of
adrenaline and fear and excitement swept through her body as Nathan climbed
back on top of her.  And then all of it surged again when she saw what he was
holding.

The cold steel of
his handcuffs against her wrists felt shockingly good.  Actually,
incredible.
 
Stella jumped a little with each click of a cuff.  When Nathan was done, she
gave them a tug for good measure.

They were snug. 
And cold.  And hard.  And Nathan’s eyes were
on fire
.

“I’ve been wanting
to do that to you since we met,” he said hoarsely, eyeing the cuffs.  Nathan
shook his head.  “That night, I remember…when I grabbed you…all I could think
about was using my handcuffs on you.  To restrain you.”  His eyes dropped to
hers.  He ran an open palm over the bulge in his pants and grabbed himself. 
“So I could fuck you.  Hard.”

“
Nathan
…” 
Stella moaned and writhed beneath him.

“I’ve never used
my cuffs…that way.  A ton of women have asked, but I never did.  Because the
thought of restraining a woman during sex never seemed interesting to me.” 
Nathan ran his hands over the cuffs, down her arms, and over the sides of her
body.  “But with you…I don’t know why…I couldn’t get it out of my head.” 

Nathan trailed his
fingers from her hip to her aching core; which he seemed very pleased to find
swollen and drenched for him.  With a sly smile she loved and hated, Nathan
flicked at her clitoris.  When Stella cried out, he lowered his head and sucked
it into his mouth.  Which just about threw her over the edge, but not quite.

Stella became
frantic to get at him.  She pulled and yanked and struggled against the
handcuffs, already knowing there was no way out.  She dug her heels into the
mattress and pressed herself farther into Nathan’s mouth; gasping in
pleasure/pain when his warm, wet tongue flicked her in the same way his fingers
had just moments before.

Nathan lifted his
head and met her eyes.  The way his lips were glistening turned her on beyond
words.  And frustrated her to the point of pain.  He was playing with her and,
while she commended him on his admirable prowess, she’d had enough.

“Uncuff me,
Nathan.  Now.”  She struggled against them.  When Nathan’s lips curled into a
sly smile, Stella lost it.  “Nathan!  Uncuff me!  I am not screwing around!” 
Stella tried bringing her arms down in front, but Nathan was on top of her –
pinning them above her head – before she’d gotten far. 

“Not so fast,
Little One,” he whispered, still sporting that irritating grin.  “You said you
were mine…that your body belonged to me.”  Stella groaned, biting her bottom
lip hard, when he ground his pelvis into the cradle of her body.  “Were you
lying?”

Nathan dipped his
head down and took her nipple into his mouth.  He sucked and tugged until
Stella writhing beneath him.  He pressed a few gentle kisses to her nipple and
met her eyes again.  “Well, were you?”

“Was I what?”
Stella barely managed to croak out the words past her dry mouth and throat. 
She was panting.  Had been for a while.

Nathan chuckled,
low and deep.  “Lying, Little One.  When you said your body belonged to me and
that I could do whatever I wanted to you.”  Stella extended her neck in an
attempt to get at Nathan’s mouth, but he pulled back with another laugh.  “Were
you lying?”

“
No
.”  That
was all she could manage.  Because she felt like she was going to pass out. 
Her body was overheated and strung out and if he didn’t hurry up and give her
release, Stella was pretty sure she was going to black out.

Her core was
aching; her labia swollen and on fire.  Her nipples were stinging from the
scratch of his scruff and her wrists were tender from being battered against
the cuffs.  He wouldn’t kiss her or let her touch him and it was driving her
insane.

Nathan had devised
a new torture - kissing up and down her inner thighs; bringing his lips just
close enough to her ache to give her hope, but then trailing back down her
leg.  A few repetitions of that and Stella’s entire body began shaking – hard. 
So hard Nathan felt it and paused in his exquisite torture. 

Nathan looked up
her body and saw the tears streaming out of the corners of Stella’s eyes. 

He looked
stricken.  His face went pale as he cradled her face.  “Oh, my God, Stella.
What’s wrong?” 

She knew her eyes
were wide and wet and dazed.  And her teeth were chattering.  “Hurry, Nathan. 
Please
…” 
Her voice was strangled and hoarse. 

“What, baby?  Undo
the cuffs?  Are they hurting you?”

Nathan jumped off
the bed and grabbed the key ring off his utility belt.  He ran back and, after
fumbling with it for a few seconds, finally found the key.  He unlocked them
and tossed the cuffs and keys onto the floor.

Stella jumped
him.  She shoved at his shoulders, pressing him backwards until his back hit
the mattress.  She braced her palms on his biceps, straddled him, and sank down
onto his erection.  Hard.  Tip to base in fell swoop. 

He stretched her
and filled her and hit her G spot like he’d been made for her.  It was the
mind-blowing feeling – the release - she’d been struggling toward since Nathan
had started this game and Stella gave herself over to it. She dug her
fingernails into his flesh and screamed out his name as she milked him again
and again; riding out the massive orgasm as she rode him. 

Stella was barely
coherent enough to hear Nathan’s yell as he thrust into her one hard, last time
before breaking apart. 

He came beneath her. 
Into her.  And, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her.  A minute
later, Stella’s arms gave out and she dropped onto his chest – a quivering,
sweaty, sated mess.

They lay there
like that for what might felt like hours.  Neither one of them doing much more
than breathing.  If Nathan was experiencing anything close to what Stella was,
he
couldn’t
move.

Stella’s arms and
legs were like dead weights and the rest of her was tingling.  She was
light-headed and a little disoriented.  She wasn’t sure if it had been the
devious sexual torture or her two immense orgasms or all of the above, but
something had knocked her off-kilter.

“Stella?”  Nathan
asked, his voice as hoarse and tight as Stella knew hers would be.

“Hmmm-hmmm?”

“You okay?” 
Nathan rolled a little so they were side to side.  He brushed her hair off of
her face.

“Hmmm-hmmm.” 
Stella snuggled her face into Nathan’s bicep.

A few minutes of
silence went by.

“I’m sorry about
that, Stella,” Nathan said very softly.  So softly, Stella wondered if she’d
dreamed it. 

She cracked her
lids open to find him staring at her with his worried expression.  “For what,
my love?”

 A mortified
expression crossed his face.  Nathan swallowed hard.  “For the handcuff
business.”  He shook his head slightly.  “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Stella smiled.  “I
know exactly you were thinking.  You wanted to have a little sexual power play
fun with your girlfriend.”  She clucked her tongue, shaking her head
playfully.  “Naughty, naughty, Officer Drazek.  Somebody likes to dominate
their woman now and again, huh?”

Nathan flushed
redder. 

Stella propped her
head up on her elbow and trailed a fingertip over his patch tattoos.  She met
his eyes and smiled coyly.  “Was it as hot as you thought it would be?”   

“
God, yes
,”
Nathan whispered, hoarsely and with such vehemence that Stella laughed.   “But
you were crying.  And shaking.  I thought for sure I’d hurt you.”

When Stella
exclaimed, “You did!  I’ve never been that frustrated in my life – and I get
frustrated a lot.”  Stella lazily caressed his bare shoulder and bicep.  “But
it was a good sort of pain.  At least until the end there when I thought my
head was going to explode.”  She nestled back into the crook of his arm.  “I
liked being restrained, but I think I can only take it in small doses.  I love
touching you way too much.  Plus, not being able to get at what I wanted was
enough to really irritate me.”

Stella circled his
nipple with her fingertip; adoring the way it contracted under her touch.  She
tilted her head back to meet Nathan’s eyes.  “Next time it’s my turn.”

His brows
dropped.  “To what?”

“Restrain
you
.” 
Stella flicked his nipple and really enjoyed watching his eyes glaze over.

Nathan shook his
head vehemently, making Stella rear back.  “What?  You don’t trust me?”

“Hell, no.”

Stella laughed. 
“Probably good decision-making there, officer.  Cause I’d really do a number on
you.”

“Trust me, you’ve
done a number on me already,” Nathan muttered, shutting his eyes. 

“Before you fall
asleep, you know I loved it, right, Nathan?  And that I love you?”

Nathan yawned and
gathered her closer to his chest.  He pressed a soft kiss on the top of her
head and exhaled a long breath.  “Yeah.  And I already know we’ll be discussing
it
and a whole bunch of other shit ad nauseum when I wake up, so let me
catch a couple of hours, ‘kay, Stell?”

He was asleep
before Stella could force him into a discussion about a particular fantasy
she’d always had about getting frisked for weapons.

Chapter
Twenty-Five

Nathan’s answered
his cell with, “How was your appointment?”

“Nathan, can you
come over?  Now?” 

Stella sounded
like hell.  All congested like she’d been crying and there was an odd, tight
restraint in her voice.

“Why?  What
happened?”  Nathan waved away Danny’s mouthed questions.  “Is it…bad?”

“
Nathan
…” 
Stella started crying.

Nathan pulled the
car out of the neighborhood he and Danny had been patrolling and headed in
Stella’s direction.  “Stella!  Goddamn it!  Tell me what is going on!” 

Nathan heard some
phone shuffling. 

“Nathan, it’s
Kat.  I know you’re worried and that’s perfectly understandable, but Stella
needs to talk to you in person.  As soon as possible.  When do you think you
can get here?”

“I’m on my way.” 
Nathan flipped on the lights and drove through traffic as safely, but as
quickly, as he could.  He looked both ways before speeding through an
intersection.  “Kat, can you please tell me what the hell is going on?”

Kat was silent for
a moment.  “I really can’t, Nathan.  I’m sorry.  I’ll see you when you get
here, okay?”

Nathan hung up and
concentrated on getting across town as quickly as possible.

“What’s going on,
D?”

Shit.
 
Nathan had forgotten Danny was in the car. 

“Remember when you
talked to that friend of yours from the softball league and you told you Stella
had been sick last year?” 

“Yeah,” Danny
replied.

“She had cancer. 
Breast cancer.”

“
Jesus
…” 
Danny gestured to the phone Nathan was still clutching.  “And, what?  Is she
sick again?”

“Maybe.”

Probably. 

Nathan couldn’t
breathe.  He tried to inhale air into his lungs, but it wasn’t working.  His
chest was too tight.  Or maybe there wasn’t enough air in the car. 

He rolled down his
window and gulped in the warm night air.  His palms were slick against the
smooth leather of the steering wheel.  Nathan wiped them down the front of his
pants, which didn’t help much since polyester didn’t absorb worth a shit.

“Even if she is
sick, it doesn’t matter.  Won’t matter at all,” Nathan started rambling.  He
didn’t know if he was talking to himself, Danny, or a higher power.  But he
knew he needed to keep talking.  “She’ll get through it.  She survived it once
and she’ll do it again.  No doubt about it.”

“That chick is
tough,” Danny said, nodding.  “If anyone can kick cancer’s ass, it’s her.  I’m
with you, bro…no doubt Stella will come out of this just fine. Just fucking
fine, if you ask me.”

Now Danny was
rambling. 

Two grown ass men
– police officers, no less – and they were babbling to each other like
incoherent babies. 

Stella would have
laughed if she’d been there.

Only she’s not
here.  She’s at home.  Sick.  With cancer invading her body.  And there’s
nothing you can do to stop it.  Or take away the pain and misery coming her
way.  Again.  

“Maybe they caught
it early,” Danny was saying.  “These doctors, they can perform some miraculous
shit.  They catch that stuff early and it’s no big deal, you know?  Remember
Michaelson?  He had ass cancer, but they caught that shit early and it’s all
good now.  He’s gotta shit in a bag, but…”

Nathan turned onto
Stella’s street and pulled into her driveway.  He yanked the keys out of the
ignition and bolted up to her door, leaving his cruiser door wide open. 

He smacked
Stella’s screen door open.  “Stella!”  A second later, three of Stella’s
sisters and her sister-in-law emerged from the kitchen.