27. Nicholas
Chapter twenty-seven
Nicholas
T he second I swipe the key card and push the door open, I tug Amara inside, not wasting a second. My lips crash onto hers, and everything else fades away. My head spins, completely drunk off her taste. She’s so sweet , like champagne and sinful damnation. She’s the kind of temptation I can’t escape, and every kiss only pulls me deeper.
Her moans—soft, sweet—hit me like a punch to the gut. God, I can’t get enough. It’s never enough. No matter how many times I kiss her, I always want more, my body demanding more of her, wanting her in a way that scares me. This woman is undoing me, piece by piece.
The thought of the inevitable end between us churns in my gut. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do when I have the deal in my hands, and we go our separate ways. I haven’t even let her go yet, and I’m already dreading it.
I pull back, just enough to catch my breath, my fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, but when they open again, they’re full of pure desire, blinking up at me.
God, I’m a sucker for those cute, little, innocent eyes. She doesn’t know how badly I want to ruin her, how I’m dying to corrupt her and do things she can’t even imagine while her hands are tied behind her back.
I slide my hands down over her back, tugging on the zipper slowly, taking my time, savoring every second as I shift it down her body, easing it off her shoulders until the rich velvet sips off her body and pools at her feet.
Amara shivers, standing before me in nothing but matching red lace underwear that makes my mouth water. She glances up at me, with no urge to hide herself and my lips twitch, loving how much more confident she’s becoming.
I move my hand to the back of her head, finding the black, silk ribbon tied in a neat bow. The moment I pull it free, her soft hair falls through my fingers, a waterfall of warmth and silk that catches the light. She’s always been beautiful, but right now, she looks impossibly tempting.
Her eyes flicker up to mine, her lips parting slightly, but she doesn’t speak. I wonder if she realizes the delicate ribbon I hold will soon bind her completely.
I take her hand in mine, my thumb skimming over the diamond on her finger, the one that reminds everyone she belongs to no one but me. I take a step closer, my lips brushing the curve of her neck as I turn her around, guiding her. Her body tenses, but she doesn’t fight me. No, she trusts me. She’s always trusted me, even when she’s unsure of what’s coming.
My lips press against her skin, just below her ear, and I feel her shiver under my touch. “You’re going to be a good girl for me,” I whisper. Her pulse quickens beneath my mouth, and I can feel the heat radiating from her, responding to me in ways she might not even realize. “And do what I tell you.”
With my other hand, I guide her wrists behind her back, slowly wrapping the ribbon around them. She gasps, her chest rising sharply when my fingers tighten around the fabric, pulling it to ensure she can’t move them.
“Hold still,” I murmur against her skin, kissing her neck again, my lips trailing lower as I finish tying the ribbon. It’s tight, secure, and when I step back to admire my work, she’s completely in my control, so completely mine .
I step in close again, my hand lightly brushing her cheek before moving down to her chin, tilting her head to meet my gaze. “Get on your knees.”
She doesn’t need to be told again. Her breath hitches, but her body’s already responding to the words before she even moves. She sinks to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight of her kneeling in front of me, wrists bound with nothing more than a simple bow, sends a surge of heat through me.
“You look so beautiful like this,” I whisper, my voice almost unrecognizable with the hunger I feel. “So vulnerable. So ready for me.”
Her gaze lifts to mine, the heat in her eyes matching my own. My hand gently cups her chin, lifting her face to meet mine. I feel the heat of her skin, the way her lips tremble just slightly under my touch. She’s shaking, but not from fear. From desire.
Pulling my belt off, I unbutton my pants slowly, her eyes tracking every one of my movements as I pull my pants off. She scans my body from head to toe, her eyes zoning in on my thick cock springing free when I pull my boxers off.
I grip my cock in my hand, giving it a couple of strokes. Her gorgeous eyes widen as I move, grunting at the sight of her on her knees, waiting for me.
“Suck me into your mouth,” I murmur, giving my cock another slow stroke. “Show me how much you want to please me.”
Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, her breath quickening before she leans forward, her full lips parting as she takes the head of my cock into her mouth. My hands drop and a low groan leaves my lips the minute her tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, her hot, wet mouth enveloping me as she sucks me down.
“Fuck. That’s it. Just like that. Suck me dry.”
Her nipples pebble beneath the teasing red lace and she shuffles on the ground closer, her hands tied up behind her back as she looks up at me, her lips stretched around my cock. Fuck , she looks so deliciously ruined.
A groan escapes me as I move my hand to her hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging her off my cock, before pushing her back down a second later.
A rough moan leaves my lips, unable to keep quiet from her mouth wrapped around me. My body tenses, fighting the urge to thrust my hips forward, to fill her mouth, to wreck her.
Amara takes it all, her soft tongue swirling around my cock as I thrust her back down on my cock.
“I’m close,” I warn her, the pressure so intense my eyes flutter closed. I snap them open, wanting to see her pretty lips sucking me down. Her eyes fill with tears as I continue to push her back down on my cock, moving faster as I feel the pressure building inside of me.
My hips take over, thrusting into her mouth as I tug her head down. My cock hits the back of her throat with each thrust, and I feel every inch of her warm mouth.
I’m so fucking close, my body shudders with the effort to hold back. A groan escapes me when Amara gags once more, her eyes filling with tears and Jesus , it tips me over the edge.
My hips jerk, thrusting into her mouth as I grab hold of her head in my hands, fucking her face, every thrust pushing me to the edge.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I thrust deeper until she gags, spluttering, moaning around my cock. Her noises, the tears in her eyes, it’s all too much. I can’t hold back anymore. My hips flex, pushing deeper as my whole body shakes with the intensity, the release ripping through me as I empty into her waiting mouth.
Heavy breaths leave my lips, every muscle in my body tightening as I slowly come down from the orgasm. Once the pleasure rippling through me settles, I pull out of her mouth, my cock glistening with her saliva, and my cum dripping from her mouth.
“Look how fucking perfect you look right now,” I tell her, swiping my thumb on her lips, covered in my release. “Swallow it all for me, baby.”
Her throat moves as she swallows every drop of my cum down her throat and a shiver runs up my spine. “Open.” She opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue to show me. Cupping her face, I caress her cheek, and she melts into me. “What a good girl, baby. You really love to please me, don’t you?”
She nods, her eyes fluttering and a heavy breath leaves my lips at her submissiveness. She knows exactly what I need. And I know she needs praise, needs to be treated like a goddamn princess while also begging to be my slut.
Leaning down, I help lift her up until she’s on her feet, looking up at me with those gorgeous innocent eyes. Without warning, I spin her around and push her onto the bed, her knees hitting the mattress as I shed the rest of my clothes, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to me as I stand behind her.
“You look like my own personal fuck toy,” I tell her, running my hands over her large, plump ass, her pink pussy still glistening with my cum from earlier. “Your hands tied behind your back, with my cum still dripping out of your pussy, your ass in the air, waiting for me.”
Kneeling down, I press on her lower back, lowering her until that sweet cunt is right in front of me, waiting for my tongue. My hands grip her ass, spreading her out for me. She’s already trembling, her body open and vulnerable. I lean forward, a drop of my spit falling onto her pussy, the wetness pooling on her skin, gleaming under the light.
My mouth hovers over her, the scent of her arousal intoxicating as I dive in with a groan. The first lash of my tongue hits her, and she moans loud, her head hitting the bed. She shudders as I flick my tongue over her, savoring every inch of her.
I want to drown in her, savor the way she reacts to my every touch, memorize her sweet whimpers and the way she melts under me.
Her hips begin to buck, letting me know she’s close, and as much as I would gladly die between her legs, I want to feel her pussy tighten around my cock when she comes.
I lift onto my feet and stroke my cock, looking down at her kneeling on the bed, desperate for me.
Gripping my cock in my hand, I bring it to her pussy, swiping it along her slit, covering it in her wetness. “You need my cock inside of you, so bad, don’t you?”
She moans, dropping her head when the tip of my cock slips inside of her, just an inch before I pull it out, doing it again.
I reach around, cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moans louder now, a sound that goes straight to my cock. “Say it. Tell me how badly you need me.”
“I need you,” she gasps when I slide the tip inside again. “Please.”
Slowly, I push inside her, the warmth of her tight pussy enveloping me, pulling me in deeper with every inch.
She moans, her back arching slightly as she presses back against me. Her pulse races beneath my fingertips as I run my hands down her spine, over the curve of her hips. The way she reacts to me—her shivers, her soft moans—drives me wild. I press my chest to her back, my hips nudging hers as I drag my mouth along the line of her neck.
“You feel so good.” I groan, my hips flexing with each thrust. I begin to move slowly, giving her time to adjust, feeling her body welcome me. My thrusts are slow, wanting to feel every inch of her, every part of her.
Her body shudders beneath me, her breath coming faster.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I grunt.
She moans, the ribbon pulling at her wrists as she squirms beneath me, her voice breathless and desperate. “I’m yours. I’m yours… please, don’t stop.”
I lean over her, my chest against her back, my hands gripping her hips tightly. I begin to move faster, harder, my breath ragged as I lose myself in her. Christ, I just came in her mouth, and I can already feel another orgasm cresting. I’m insatiable when it comes to this woman.
Pulling out of her, I grip her waist and flip her over, lifting her knees as I climb on the bed. I guide her hands above her head, position my cock at her sopping wet pussy, and slide back inside her heat.
My girl moans, tilting her head back as her breasts bounce with every hard thrust, driving me wild.
“You’re so pretty baby,” I grunt, caressing her face as I wreck her pussy, thrusting deep inside of her. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good fucking girl. Completely and utterly wrecked by me.”
I wipe her smudged mascara under her eyes, my hands sliding down to her throat, her pulse fluttering beneath my fingers. She gasps, her body stiffening for just a second before she melts against me. The way her body submits to me drives me wild.
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “You trust me?” I whisper, my thumb gently tracing her jawline.
Her eyes flicker to mine, and she nods. I tighten my grip slightly, just enough for her to feel it. Her breath catches in her throat, a quiet whimper escaping her lips. I can feel the flutter of her pulse, the vulnerability and the want, raw and untamed. She’s lost in it, and I’m right there with her.
I draw back, just enough to look at her, and then slowly, I press deeper into her, my hips moving in rhythm with her body. My hand around her neck tightens with every thrust, her breath shallow, coming in quick bursts as I move inside her.
“You’re such a pretty little slut, satisfying me. You like being choked, baby?” I murmur.
The pressure of my fingers around her throat makes her gasp, her eyes fluttering for a moment. She’s breathless as her head tilts back, offering herself to me. “Yes… sir.”
The words hit me like a shock, my body stalling for a second. Fuck . I didn’t expect her to call me that, but holy fucking hell it makes my blood burn. A low growl escapes me as my grip tightens, my hips snapping deeper into her, every inch of me demanding more.
“God, I love messing you up.” A groan crawls out of my throat as I thrust inside of her, the pleasure curling up my spine when her pussy tightens around me. “You look so fucking beautiful right now. My cock deep inside of your pussy, my hand around your pretty little throat.”
I feel her pulse quicken with each movement. The way her body shakes under me, the way her voice cracks when she gasps for air consumes me. She’s at my mercy, and she wants it. She needs it.
My lips crash against hers, desperate, hungry, starving for every single inch of her.
“Say my name,” I demand against her lips, my voice rough with desire.
She gasps. “Nicholas.”
I shiver, my cock twitching inside her tight cunt. “Again.”
“Nicholas…” She breathes my name again, and it sends a shockwave through me, the sound of it driving me even deeper into her.
Her body tightens, and I know she’s close. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, and I push harder, deeper, wanting to give her everything.
“Come for me,” I grunt. “Let go, baby. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock.”
I increase the pressure of my grip, which sends her over the edge as she moans loudly as she falls apart beneath me. She floods my cock with her orgasm, her cunt wrapped so tight around me. A couple more thrusts has me following her, coming with a groan as I empty inside of her tight pussy, filling her up.
The only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths as we slowly come down from the orgasm, my heart still pounding in my chest. I pull back slightly, just enough to look at her, my hand still resting lightly around her neck, fingers gently tracing the pulse I can still feel racing beneath her skin.
Her eyes are closed, lips parted, chest rising and falling quickly and I can’t help but watch her.
Reaching up, I tug the ribbon from her wrists and run my thumb over her cheek, brushing away the beads of sweat that cling to her skin.
“You okay?” I murmur, my thumb stroking her jaw.
She opens her eyes, a haze of pleasure still clouding her gaze. A shaky breath escapes her lips as she looks up at me. “Yeah. That was…”
“Yeah?” I ask, smoothing the roughness of my touch with my lips on her neck. “You liked it?”
She nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “I love everything we do.”
I chuckle, gripping her waist with a deep need for her. “You’re always so eager to please me,” I say, pulling back to hold her face in my hands, tucking her hair behind her ear. “But if there’s ever a moment you’re not comfortable or want to stop, just say the word. I’ll listen. Always.”
She takes a breath, her voice tentative. “Like a safe word?”
“Kind of,” I reply, meeting her eyes. “Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”
She blinks, her eyes searching mine. “Red, yellow, green?”
“Exactly,” I say, my fingers tracing her jaw. “If you love what we’re doing, use green. You want to slow down or pause, use yellow. And if you want to stop, use red. Although, if you say ‘stop,’ I’ll stop. Your consent means more to me than anything, Amara. More than your submission.”
She nods in understanding, and I can’t help but dive in and capture her lips, kissing her until I can’t breathe.
Two months.
That’s all we have left.
It’s what I signed up for—what we both signed up for—but I’m already getting withdrawals from her.
And I have no idea how the hell I’m going to survive when she’s gone.