Wendi grabbed her bags from baggage claim only moments before finding Billy. "Hi Billy. Good to see you again," she said forcefully. In her opinion, Billy was ok, but he wasn't the most cordial of all the boys' bodyguards.
"You too Wendi. We should go, the car's waiting," he said, taking her bags and leading her out of the airport. The carride to the hotel was long, too long for Wendi's liking. Conversation with Billy was nonexistant, so her time spent in the car was filled with thoughts of Nick. They had been apart too long, and knowing she was this close to him only made the time seem longer. After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at the hotel. Billy grabbed her bags and led her into the hotel.
Finally done with his masterpiece, Nick sat down and surveyed his project. Perfect! A slow grin creeped upon his face. This was definitely going to be one hell of a night. Now, time to get changed.
The elevator doors opened, and they exited. Billy showed her to Nick's room. She began to open the door, but Billy stopped her. "I was given orders to have you put this on over your eyes," he said, handing her a black strip of cloth. Wendi looked at it hesitantly, but took it anyways. Neither Billy nor Nick had ever given her any reason not to trust them. After securely tying the blindfold, Billy quickly ushered her into the room, then just as quickly leaving.
"Nick?" Wendi said. The silence overwhelmed her. There was no TV going, music, or any sound whatsoever coming from the room. Nick sat there across the room, just looking at her. He had to restrain himself. There was a definite plan for the night, and it required strict control.
Soundlessly, he moved his way over to her. He eased the strap of her bag from her shoulder, causing her to jump. She smelled his familiar cologne and relaxed. She reached out to try and find him, but he quickly pushed her arms down to her sides. "Shhh," was the only thing out of his mouth. Wendi's mind was whirling. She ached to see him. What was going on? Why was she blindfolded, and why was Nick being so quiet? Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Nick's hands swiftly untucking her t-shirt. In the blink of an eye, she was shirtless. She was startled by Nick's roughness. He wasted no time relieving her of her bra. Because she was blindfolded, her other senses were heightened. She could detect the change in his breathing, and inwardly smiled. Her sandals were discarded, as well as her jeans and underwear, leaving her standing there, wearing nothing but the blindfold.
The next thing she felt was Nick behind her, nipping and sucking on the back of her neck. She leaned back into him and went to put her hands on his legs. That's when she felt it. Oh sweet jesus he's in leather, and he's hard. She let out a soft moan as his lips continued their torture. He was rough, but not too rough, turning Wendi on by the moment. "Baby, this is so not fair," she said, between her increasingly erratic breathing. "You're in leather and I can't see."
"Something tells me by the end of the night, that won't matter," he said, his voice dripping with lust. He quickly scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. The back of Wendi's legs rubbed against the satin sheets.
"Satin sheets? Nick, what are you doing?" she said, pleasantly surprised by the coolness of the sheets.
"Shhhh, just enjoy," Nick said, pushing her down onto the bed, then crawling over her.
Wendi could feel his breath all over her body, but never did his lips follow. Nick was teasing her, and he was doing a damn good job of it. Her senses were on overload. All she wanted was for him to touch her, anywhere. Judging from the weight on the mattress, she assumed he was kneeling in between her legs. He didn't do anything, he just stayed there. Wendi could feel his eyes on her, and it was driving her crazy. She couldn't wait any longer. She brought her hand in between her legs and started rubbing, sighing in satisfaction at the touch. She could hear Nick's growl, which only served her to quicken her pace. Knowing he was watching made it all that much better. If she strained hard enough, she could faintly hear him rubbing against the leather, no doubt to try to relieve the tension in his pants. She could feel herself on the brink as she strung out a chorus of "Oh Gods." Nick couldn't take it anymore. Hastily he brushed her hand out of the way, replacing it with his mouth, drinking up the remains of her sweet orgasm.
Wendi couldn't stand it any longer. She had to see him. She brought her hands up to the blindfold, only to have them roughly forced back into the mattress. "No way, not tonight. You're mine," he said, the lust and domination mixing to create an intoxifying sound to Wendi's ears. She muttered yet another "Oh God" as Nick went to work on her breasts. His sucking was forceful, and his nibbling was borderline pain, but she loved every second of it.
All of a sudden, his lips were gone, and she wimpered at the loss. She caught the sound of a zipper, then she felt the bed move again. She knew he was laying next to her. Suddenly she felt his breath on her ear. "Damn baby, you know how fucking hot you look right now? And you tasted so sweet." He took her hand that was between her legs and brought it to her mouth. "Taste. Shit, I'm gonna let you know exactly how much I missed you." He captured her mouth in an electrifying kiss. His hands were all over her, finally resting on her face. His thumbs came in contact with the blindfold, gently sliding it up, never once breaking the kiss. The first thing that Wendi saw was Nick's dark blue eyes, clouded over with passion. He broke the kiss and stood up. Wendi looked all around the room. There were black sheets covering the windows, black candles all around the room, the satin sheets were black, the hotel room reeked of some domination chamber, dark and lustful. Nick clicked on the radio, and the unmistakable sound of Nine Inch Nails permeated the room. Wendi finally got a good look at him. He was still wearing the leather pants, zipper undone, dick sticking out, painfully hard.
"You missed me huh?" Nick nodded, peeling the leather pants off him slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. "Then get over here and fuck me dammit." No sooner than that left her mouth, he was on top of her, driving into her in such a frenzy that it took Wendi by shock. The shock, however, was immediately forgotten, as she felt him drive deeper and deeper into him. "Fuck this, next time I'm going on tour with you," she managed to get out, spirling deeper and deeper into sexual bliss. "You feel so fucking good."
"Jesus baby, you're so tight." Nick's pace quickened as he felt that familiar feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. "Shit baby, I can't hold on," he said, the sweat dripping from his body.
"Dammit Nick, make me cum." Nick thrusted into her wildly and totally out of control. Their screams as they fell into their orgasms would surely wake the dead, but they didn't care.
Exhaustedly, Nick fell on top of Wendi, trying to control his breathing. "Damn baby, I missed you so much," he said, placing a kiss atop her forehead.
"Me too. I love you," she said, yawning from exhaustion.
"Love you too babygirl," he said, before they both fell into blissful sleep.
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