Wake Up and Head Out

Let it be known... This story, like All the Words, contains very adult themes including bdsm activity. If you do not like such things, turn away now.

Dani woke up alone. That didn't really surprise her. She had gotten used to Nico not being in bed with her in the early morning. He usually got up early to work out and then he'd be in the kitchen making coffee when she finally stumbled down the stairs. He never seemed to be sleepy or cranky because it was too early. Frankly, she found it…endearing. She stretched, smiled and then slipped from bed.

She padded to the bathroom and flipped on the light. There was a folded note card taped to the mirror. Her name was written on the front in Nico's neat script. She pulled it from the mirror with a frown and opened it.


Shower and dress in the clothes and shoes I set out in your walk in. Meet me at the café where you proved to me that your sensuality ran deep and only made you that much more beautiful to me. Knowing your usual routine, you probably should hurry. I expect you to meet me no later than quarter after nine, but sooner would be better. Bring only your purse and your phone. The kids have been told what they need to know, so don't bother waking them if they aren't up when you leave.

Don't make me wait.


In a panic she looked at the clock. It was almost eight and she'd need to leave the house no later than quarter to nine to make it there by quarter after. She really needed to hurry if she was going to make it. She considered skipping the shower, but she shook her head. He was specific in that instruction. She turned on the water, but decided that she would skip the hair washing to save time. She pulled it up, stripped and dodged into the water.

"Oh my god…oh shit…" She cursed and poured shower gel onto her pouf. She lathered herself head to toe and then pulled her razor from its resting place. She needed to touch up her shaving. She had no idea what was going on, but this didn't sound like something she should be skipping. She'd at least make the effort, even though she didn't have the time. She soaped her legs and tried to keep her hand steady. She managed to avoid any cuts and moved to her bikini area and then her underarms. She finished, rinsed and exited the shower to dry and moisturize.

She cursed again as she brushed her teeth and then washed her face. She was skipping steps and she hated it, but she felt forced, annoyed and slightly excited. Next she decided to see what he'd picked for her to wear, hoping it wasn't anything crazy. He had excellent taste, so she was pretty sure it would be appropriate. She tucked a towel around her and moved to the closet. She found a simple shift dress in muted coral with a navy scribble pattern. It was lovely. There was a matching cardigan as well as panties and a bra. She found a box with heels from her favorite designer as well.

She knew before she even started dressing that everything would fit perfectly, because Nico would be sure it would. She slipped into the clothing. Adjusted the straps on the shoes and then went to hurry to fix her hair and makeup.

She hit the café door at nine seventeen and she didn't think that was too bad, considering traffic had been at a standstill. She glanced around the small seating area and was about to ask when Nico stood from one of the rear booths.

He raised his hand and smiled.

Dani smiled back and headed toward where he stood. She suddenly realized how nervous she was when she reached the table.

Nico held his hand out to her and when she took it, he gently pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Your palms are damp Danielle." Then he leaned back with his eyebrow arched and looked her over before he helped her into the booth. "I was right about the dress." He waited until she was seated and then took the seat across from her. "It's perfect on you. You look beautiful sweetheart."

She felt her cheeks heat and wiped her palms on her thighs. She cleared her throat. "Thank you, and for the dress and shoes too." She saw him nod at the waitress and then an espresso and croissant appeared on the table for her. She smiled and thanked her before thanking Nico again. She sipped the coffee with a sigh. "I ran around like crazy this morning. I sooo need this." She closed her eyes in bliss and took another small sip. She let the aroma and the heat soothe her for a second. When she opened her eyes it was to see the man across from her watching her intently.

He sipped his own coffee with one arm casually draped across the back of the seat next to him as he regarded her. He kept waiting for her to ask and he knew she would. He set his cup down and adjusted the cuffs of his shirt under his jacket. "Did you sleep well?"

She frowned at him as she delicately ate some of her pastry. She was dying to know what was going on and he was talking about things like they were in their kitchen. She nodded. "Yeah, you?" She chewed and sipped and then took another bite as she tried to keep her curiosity to herself and play his game.

He shrugged. "Not really. I had another nightmare, but I went back to sleep pretty easily after I pulled you closer." He found she kept the bad dreams away. If he woke from some horrible headspace, he'd pull her against him and she'd snuggle close, murmur something and usually he'd be lulled back to sleep. If not, he could at least relax with her in his arms and the demons wouldn't keep pulling him back under.

She frowned and reached a hand across the table. "Why don't you wake me?"

He shook his head and took her hand. He stroked it as he watched her face. "Dani, there's no reason we both needed to be up and last night, after the nightmare woke me, I stayed awake some because I was planning." He winked. "I've been anticipating this morning and I didn't need you up for that."

Her mouth formed an "O" as she looked down at her plate and then then back at him. "What is the plan then?"

His eyebrow rose. He released her hand as he sat back and picked his cup up again. "I'm taking you to the Hamptons. I seem to be the new owner of a small cottage on the beach."

She swallowed hard. "You have a house in the Hamptons?"

He shook his head and smiled at her surprise. "According to Marshall's will; yes."

She gave him a sideways glance as she sipped from her cup. "Have you ever been there?"

He finished his coffee and set the cup down, but fiddled with the handle. "Several times while he owned it and once since he left it to me to sign papers and make sure things were in order." He moved the cup to the end of the table with a soft sigh.

"And it's a cottage on the beach…in the Hamptons?"

He raised his eyebrow. "It's a cottage by Pittman standards. They have a summer house elsewhere, but this isn't it." He watched Dani's face. "This is the smaller of the houses and the one that Marshall used for his less savory activities."

Dani snorted. "Like he had any that were savory?"

"Well, he had those that were spoken of and those that weren't"

"So, the ones Gabby didn't know about then…"

"Oh trust me, there is very little Gabby didn't know about." He smiled sadly, "In fact, she's probably been there a few times herself."

She made a sour face. "I suppose you're right. She told me more than I wanted to know."

"Then pretend you don't know it." He laughed.

She stared at him and then rolled her eyes. "Okay, so how big is this cottage then?"

"It has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a full dining room, a gourmet kitchen and a game room with a deck to the ocean." He smiled as he watched her face. It really was a very nice house.

"So, cottage really isn't the right word for it?"

He shrugged. "Compared to the normal Pittman residences it's a shack Danielle." He chuckled. "Are you finished with your breakfast?"

She glanced at her plate and nodded. "I guess I am, yeah." She looked up at him. "Are you really in that much of a hurry to get to the beach and what about the kids? We really shouldn't leave Juliette alone. Are we going to be back before dinner?"

His eyebrows drew together. She obviously hadn't realized that he meant for them to be gone for the rest of the weekend. "No, we won't be back until Monday." He held up his hand as she started to protest. "Hold on a second." He gave her a look that told her to stay quiet. "Ronnie and Angie are going to be over later to supervise. Ronnie is more than capable of ensuring Juliette and anyone else stay in line."

She looked over at him and opened her mouth. She bit her lip. She wanted to argue, to disagree, to tell him if she'd known she would have left instructions.

He shook his head. "Stop." He reached across the table and titled her head toward him so he could see her eyes. "Stop whatever it is you're thinking about. Yes, I know you would have made plans, done this and that, which is exactly why I didn't tell you we were going away. Trust me Danielle." The last sentence was a statement, a question and a plea. He waited for her answer.

She sighed and turned her head to his palm. "Always."

He smiled. "Then we have a few places to go before we head out."

Her eyebrows drew together. "Where exactly are we headed first?"

"Well, we need to shop or we won't have any food and then we need to head back to my place to pick up our bags." He paused and then his voice dropped low and seductive, "and we'll need some other things for the weekend."

Dani gasped and felt herself go hot and then cold. She nodded with her eyes wide and locked on his. It had been a while since they'd had time to be really alone with each other and he'd hinted, not very subtlety, that he'd needed a few things recently. Hell, two nights ago he flat out told her that he had the overwhelming desire to hear her scream and beg him while she struggled against restraints as he caned her. It still amazed her how quickly it turned her on.

"Maybe I'll let you pick what we bring?" A finger traced the line of her jaw. "Do you have a preference yet Danielle?" His voice was suggestive and seductive as he leaned closer over the table, his voice quiet. "Do you know how you want me to hurt you? Are you needing the caress of the flogger or the bite of the cane?" He paused and watched her face. His eyes took in how hers got wider and her breath caught. He saw her pulse jump in her throat and he knew she wanted everything. He pushed further. "Do you need it as much as I do; maybe even more? Should I pack the strap…my belt, or perhaps you want to try something new?"

She gasped as her vision glazed with a rush of wet heat between her legs. "Oh god…" She swallowed and her eyes darted around the café. She was sure everyone was watching and listening, but as far as she could tell; no one heard a thing. She was the only one paying attention to Nico and every cell in her body had his attention. She licked her lips and tried to find words. "I…uh…" She leaned closer, her voice was barely a whisper. She blinked and found herself drowning in the dark hazel of his eyes. "I want what pleases you, Sir."

Nico moved suddenly. He slid from the booth and pulled her from hers and into his arms. He pressed a rough and short kiss to her lips and then slid his arm around her waist.

"We need to go now." He pulled his money clip from his breast pocket and dropped a twenty and a ten on the table. It was more than adequate for their bill. He thanked the waitress by name as he urged Dani toward the door. "Where is your car?"

She was confused for a few seconds and then she pointed. "There." She leaned into his heat at her side and let him lead her toward her vehicle.

He moved them quickly through the lot. "Keys?" He held out his hand as they approached the door. "I'll drive."

She frowned and searched the lot for his Lincoln. "How did you get here?"

He smiled and pulled her fully against his chest even as he backed her toward the driver's door. "I took the subway and then a bus. Public transportation is a modern marvel in the city." His hand ran up her hip and settled at the dip of her waist. "Keys." He mumbled as he pressed her head to the side and kissed her neck to her ear. "I want you. Now would be good, but here is not." He pressed himself against her belly to prove his words. His right hand slid to her purse. "Where are the keys?" He kissed his way to her mouth and hovered over her lips.

He knew he was distracting her, but he didn't care. He feathered a light kiss just below her nose and then to the left of her lips. "Mmm, you taste like mocha."

She shivered against him and leaned up on her toes trying to press her lips closer. She wanted more contact and a deeper kiss. She moaned when his tongue brushed her lips. "How do you do this over and over?" She breathed out as she pulled her purse between them and fumbled for her keys. She found them just as his mouth slid against hers.

He heard the jangle of metal and pulled back with a wicked smile even though it was the last thing he wanted. He stepped back and pressed the unlock button on the key fob. His left hand slid from her waist and he lifted her chin upward. "How is easy." He winked and nodded. "Get in Danielle." He waited for her to move and only after she had the passenger door open did he open the driver's door. He took a breath and tried to settle his own pulse and then he slid behind the wheel.

By the time they'd finished shopping and made it to the loft to pick up their bags, things between them had eased to a slow simmer, which was exactly how Nico wanted it. He parked beside the Lincoln and looked over at Dani as he turned off the ignition and palmed the keys. "Let's take my car. We'll move the groceries over and then head upstairs to get the bags and everything else I think we'll need for the weekend." He added suggestively as he watched Dani move nervously beside him.

She unhooked her seatbelt and nodded. "Okay, but I don't mind if we take mine."

Nico smiled and in answer, he exited the car. He popped the trunk of her car and moved the bags over to his.

Dani opened her door and watched as he closed the trunk then he locked both cars and joined her. She looked up at him. "So, you packed a bag for me I guess?"

He smiled and slid his arm over his shoulder as he moved them toward the elevator with a chuckle. "I packed a few things you'll need, yes."

She frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He pushed the button on and waited for the doors to open with a smile. "Nothing you need to worry about." The doors opened and closed with them inside. "But really, you aren't going to need much and I packed exactly for that."

She looked at him. "I'm not going to need much?" She leaned against the wall across from him. "Should I be worried?" She watched as his eyes moved over her and she felt them on her like a hot, heavy weight; almost like he was touching her, and it made her breath catch.

His eyes settled on hers and he took a step toward her. "Do you think you need to worry?" He asked as he stood a breath away from her. He let his body heat the air in front of her, but he didn't actually touch her as she looked up at him. He watched her pupils dilate and her respirations increase and he knew exactly what he did to her.

She swallowed and blinked. Her voice didn't sound like it came from her throat when she finally answered. "Only about..." she swallowed again and wished she could look away from his eyes, "how I'm going to respond…" She needed to feel him touch her, but god, she didn't want to cross some line she wasn't supposed to cross. She almost felt overwhelmed and then the elevator rang and the doors swooshed open and the spell was broken.

He forced himself to ignore the need to press her against the wall of the elevator and instead, he smiled and hooked her arm through his as he guided her into the hall toward his loft. The quicker they made it to the Hamptons the better.

Dani savored the feeling of him next to her and she leaned her head against his arm as she waited for him to unlock the door. She wasn't surprised by the loud mewing sound that accosted them before the blur of black and bits of white ran toward them as Nico disarmed the system. She giggled and bent to scoop him into her arms.

It had become one of their games, now that he'd accepted her as part of his family. He purred loudly and nuzzled his face to her chin and then as quickly as he wanted up, he was bored and squirmed until Dani put him down. Immediately he ran to Nico and dodged between the man's legs.

Nico bent and scratched his head. "I know, but I was here all week." He ran his hand the length of the cat's back and then scratched him again while the cat circled and purred. "I'll make sure you have plenty of dry food and water. You'll live you ornery beast." He scratched behind his ears and then stood as he brushed his hands together to remove the hair from them.

Dani watched, but she'd moved into the apartment and was in the living room now. As usual, the place was spotless and she wondered if he really did live here. You could do a magazine shoot in the place it was so perfect. She looked up as Nico moved toward her. She smiled at him and then she noticed the look on his face and her smile faltered some. "What's wrong?"

His face was serious and his arms were crossed. "What did I tell you this morning?"

Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion and she wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm not sure what you're talking about." She took a step back, but found herself against the couch. She moved to the right awkwardly. "Did I do something to upset you? Say something?"

He moved toward her, a step forward and half a step to the left to box her toward the window as he shook his head. "Danielle, I told you not to be later than quarter after nine this morning. Do you know what time it was that you came through the door of the café?"

She swallowed. Hell yes she knew and she damn well thought it was a miracle that she made there in as good a time as she did. But even with that thought, the look in his eye and the threat in his voice sent a thrill of something dangerous through her. She nodded. "Yes Sir, it was seventeen after."

His lip quirked upward and he shook his head. "My watch actually said nineteen after."

She blinked. "Okay, so that made me, what…four minutes late?" She almost squinted at him, but stopped herself before she did.

"And if I chose to round up?"

She wanted to groan. "Then five minutes."

"So, you admit you were five minutes late then?" He smiled benignly.

She wanted to kick his shin. She bit back a few choice words and glared up at him.

"Danielle, I asked you a question." He stepped into her space. "Were you five minutes late or not?"

"According to you I was, yes." She crossed her arms stubbornly.

He didn't smile he just watched her face as his anger simmered somewhat. "That is not what I asked you, was it?"

She shivered. "No."

His eyebrow rose as he bent over her. The heat of his breath scorched her neck in a moist, hot path, but he still didn't touch her. "No, what?"

Her breathing was erratic. She blinked and shivered again. She reached up to push a piece of hair from her eyes. "Oh god…Sir…No, Sir."

He inhaled and savored the clean scent of Dani. "Again then; were you five minutes late?" He made sure to breathe out over the sensitive skin over her ear and just above her collarbone. He felt her nod before he heard her almost breathless words.

"Ye…yes, Sir, I was five minutes late Sir…" She was leaning into him now, toward him.

He pulled back as she leaned forward, withholding his touch. He nodded. "Good, or maybe not since you'll need to be disciplined for being late Danielle."

She pulled back and blinked at him. "Huh?"

He stepped away and moved toward the bedroom, leaving her standing were she was. When he returned she was still standing slightly dazed where he'd left her. He dropped two overnight bags by her feet and then walked to the door. He opened it. "Come on. We need to go now."

She looked at the bags and then at him in confusion.

He gave her a slightly aggravated raised eyebrow. "Pick up the bags Danielle and let's get on the road. It's almost noon and I'd like to be settled in before dinner."

She was a bit hurt and aggravated at him, but she picked up the bags and followed him out the door. He stayed in front of her to the elevator and then entered first. He didn't speak as they rode down to the garage and even as he opened the trunk. He unlocked the doors with the keyfob, but didn't open her door for her. Rather, he simply slid in behind the wheel and settled in waiting on her. She stared at him for a moment, stunned. This was not the Nico she was used to and she was a bit put off by him. He was always a gentleman, always carrying the bags and holding the door. She took her seat, buckled up and stared out the window in silence with her bottom lip between her teeth to keep the tears from her eyes.

It was about twenty minutes until they hit the highway and that was when she felt his hand on her thigh. She glanced over at him only after he said her name quietly, but with the quiet authority he put into it.

"Danielle." It wasn't a question.

She turned toward him and hated the tears that started down her cheeks. "I don't like that you won't talk to me and I don't know what I did that was so bad. There was an accident and traffic was…" She gripped his hand and watched the strong line of his jaw as he drove.

He made a shushing sound, glanced at her and then back to the road. "It doesn't matter why you were late Danielle. I gave you instructions and you weren't able to follow them. Part of what you agreed to when signed up for this was doing what I asked, even if you didn't know why I asked it. Right?"

He watched out of the corner of his eye as she nodded. "Words Danielle."

"Yes Sir." She whispered, still holding the hand on her lap like it was a lifeline.

"The excuses don't matter. You weren't at the café by quarter after. If the kids miss curfew, what happens?"

She drew in a breath. "They get grounded." She snorted some and couldn't keep the smile out of her voice. "Are you going to ground me?"

He smiled. "No, but you do need to understand that there will be consequences."

She frowned and nodded. "I understand, but I don't like the way this feels. I don't like the silence. I want it right between us."

He smiled at her. "It will be and that's the easy part." He squeezed her hand and then let go. "You'll take your discipline and we'll both feel better for it." He gripped the wheel with both hands. "I don't like it when you let me down. It makes me tense. You don't like that you let me down and now you're tense. Five minutes; five strikes with the cane and since you were stubborn about admitting to the entire thing you bought yourself two more."

Dani moaned and wiggled in her seat. "Yes Sir."