FIRST ONE DOWN: A Paul Sutton Novel by R.J. Belle Page A

watched him completely relax. Having him become that vulnerable with me made me feel special; it made me feel as if he does feel for me on a deeper level than I thought he did. Towards the end of the day his demeanor grew more serious, and the atmosphere between us shifted severely. I don't know any other way to explain it to you other than by giving my best effort at a full recounting of what happened from that point forward.
    Nate asked me if he could take our relationship to a deeper level and course I said yes. Immediately, upon hearing my answer, he took me back up to the spa area where he led me by the hand into an oversized, private changing room. There was a beautiful white cocktail gown lain out on a red, velvet settee at the far corner of the room, and on the floor next to the settee, sat two white boxes adorned with silver ribbon. As I stood there admiring the room, Nate quietly shut the door behind us.
    "Kali, I am going to undress you now," he said as he gently put his hand on one of my shoulders and turned my body around to face him.
    I was looking down, a bit scared and unsure of what was about to happen, and he softly tugged my chin up so I was looking into his eyes.
    "I said I am going to undress you now, okay?"
    "Okay," I whispered.
    He untied both strings of my black, satin bikini and pulled it off, watching it fall to the carpeted floor. Then he bent down, and taking the sides of my bikini bottom with both hands he slowly pushed it all the way down, leaving me standing naked before him. Returning to his feet, he stood up straight and looked into my eyes briefly while moving my hair off of my shoulders and tucking it back on both sides away from my face. Reaching his hand around towards the back of my head, he tangled his fingers into the mass of my hair giving it a little yank, forcing my chin up and my eyes back on his. The look in his eyes had changed and it seemed as if a darkness took over. I was scared but also beginning to become extremely aroused, and I followed his lead not really knowing what else to do.
    "Kali, I want you to do as I request for the remainder of the night. If we are going to be together, I need you to learn how to play my game. If you want to continue seeing me, I need you to understand how to give me pleasure. Can you do that?"
    The question hung in the heavy air between us for a moment, and I was both frightened and intrigued. I do want to be with him. I am in love with him. I knew I was going to say yes before the words came out of my mouth and, just before I was going to answer, he yanked my hair back again-this time with force. I let out a gasp, I couldn’t help it, and he spoke again but in a tone that was harsh and cold.
    "I will ask you only one more time, Kali, will you do as I request for the remainder of the night?"
    "Yes," I said, my voice sounding weak and frail.
    With that he quickly turned me around so I was facing a full length mirror hung against a dark, mahogany wall, and then he bent me over while taking both of my hands and placing them on the mirror. I felt every inch of him penetrate me, and I let out a sharp cry and instantly his hand reached up and covered my mouth pushing hard against my lips. His other hand found the curve of my hip, and he used it to force me against him as he thrust his rock hard erection in and out of me over and over again. He stopped abruptly and pulled out yanking my hair back, hard, so I was looking at myself in the mirror. I stared at my own reflection, a look of shock on my face, then I looked up at his face in the mirror. His eyes had softened. His fingers uncurled a little easing the tension on my hair. He wrapped his muscular, tanned arms around me and looked at me through the reflection in the mirror. A charming smile washed over his face as he bent his face down and kissed the top of my head.
    "Now I want you to get dressed and meet me in the lobby in ten minutes," he said, pointing towards the settee at the dress and boxes