34. Nicholas
Chapter thirty-four
Nicholas
W hat the fuck is wrong with me?
Since the moment we stepped into this limo, I’ve looked at no one and nothing but the girl sitting beside me. I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her, memorizing the shape of her lips, the color of her eyes, every single part of her.
My heart thuds against my chest again. Fuck . I need to call my doctor because this can’t be normal. It shouldn’t beat out of my chest every time I look at her. Has the stress of this merger finally caught up with me and is now taking a toll on my body?
I push the thought aside, focusing on Amara. She has no idea where we’re going and what she’s in for, and the thought makes me that much more excited.
My eyes drop to her figure, lingering on her dress, which is a big problem. A slinky, black number that hugs her in ways that make my mouth dry. The neckline dips just enough to cause the perfect torture.
Amara doesn’t realize the kind of power she holds, and I don’t know whether to be frustrated or grateful. She’s looking out the window, distracted, while I’m fighting every instinct to pull her into my lap.
I’ve never had an issue with control. It’s the cornerstone of everything I am—my business, my reputation. But Amara wrecks it all.
The car slows, and I reach for a small black mask, realizing we’re almost there.
Her eyes land on the black mask in my hand, her full lips parting. “What’s that?”
A smirk tugs at my lips. “Do you trust me?”
Her brows furrow slightly before she nods. “Of course.”
Of course . She says it so easily, so earnestly. I adore how effortlessly she hands her trust over to me.
Leaning closer, I slip the mask over her head, tying it up in the back. My fingers brush against her neck, and she shivers as I pull away to look at her.
“You look so beautiful, honey,” I murmur, taking in her full cheeks, plump red lips and green eyes visible underneath the lace mask, just enough to hide her identity without covering her features.
She lifts a hand absentmindedly, and feels the mask under her fingers, her eyes widening when I pull out a simpler black mask for myself.
The car comes to a stop as I slide on my mask, climb out of the car, and adjust my jacket before circling to her side. I open the car door and offer my hand, which she takes immediately.
And when she steps out, I stop breathing.
Christ, that dress was torture when she was in the car, but now that she’s here, right in front of her, the fabric clinging to her curves and her heels making her legs look endless, my self-restraint is hanging on a very thin thread.
“Are you ready to go in?”
Her cheeks flush as she nods, and I slide my hand over hers, leading her to the door.
When Ethan first told me he wanted to open a sex club, I thought it would be a loud and flashy strip club, but this is nothing of the sort.
Shadows and Silk is unassuming, sleek with no sign to mark it. Just a glossy black door with a keypad and a waiting list longer than the population of California.
Everyone wants to be a member of S&S but only some get invited. And being the best friend of the owner has some advantages.
I tap the keycard against it, and it beeps before swinging open.
The sounds hit us first. The air is humming with noises of pleasure—gasps, moans, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
Amara’s grip on my hand tightens as we walk in deeper, the smell of sex, sweat and something faintly floral filling the room. It’s dark inside, lit with soft red and gold lighting, but I know Amara can see the scene in front of us very clearly by the way she sucks in a breath.
A crowd gathers to watch a woman, tied up and spread open while two men share her, one thrusting into her mouth, while the other fucks her pussy.
“What… What is this?”
I glance down at her, a smirk curling my lips. “This is Shadows and Silk,” I inform her. “An exclusive sex club.”
“You’ve… been here before?” she asks, her voice hushed as her eyes widen.
“A few times,” I admit with a nod. “I used to come here occasionally when I needed to blow off some steam.”
Her head snaps toward me. “You did?” She glances at the other side of the room when the woman moans loudly and I smirk, watching her take in the sight around us. Bodies intertwined, couples bent over furniture, women tied and gagged, men groaning as they sink deep into willing partners.
“I liked to watch,” I tell her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. Her breath catches, her body going stiff as I curl my hand around her waist, pulling her into me. “Just like you’re doing now. I like to see a woman consumed by pleasure. To hear her. To watch her partner take her apart, piece by piece.”
Her lips part, a soft breath escaping when I circle my hand around her neck, tightening ever so slightly.
“Or punish her,” I add, testing the waters.
Her eyes flick to mine, and there’s a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe even desire—before she looks away, her fingers curling tighter around mine.
I guide her further in, weaving through the crowd. Amara’s gaze snags on a woman pleasuring herself in the center of a group, her cries echoing as she sinks two fingers into her slick pussy. The people around her watch her climax with undeniable hunger.
Her eyes slide to the two women on the ground, one with her back on the floor, while the other is on top, her hand wrapped around her neck as they grind their pussies together.
Amara’s hand grows slick in mine as I guide her deeper into the club. She pauses to watch a group of men lining up to empty their loads into a willing bottom, her lips parting at the sight.
She was so innocent when I first got my hands on her, didn’t even know how she liked to have her pussy eaten and yet here she is now, curious, hungry, intrigued .
My lips twitch as I open the door and pull her into a playroom, guiding her inside before closing the door behind us. The room is dim, lit only by a few sconces on the walls, casting soft, shadowy light. It’s enough to obscure everyone’s identities while still allowing people to watch.
“Where are we?” she whispers.
“We’re in a group playroom,” I tell her, leading her toward the back. “This is where couples can fuck while other people watch.”
Her eyes widen as she watches a man grip a petite woman by the waist, driving into her with slow, deep thrusts. Amara freezes, utterly hypnotized.
I stop too, but my attention isn’t on the couple. It’s on her. Her breathing, her chest rising and falling faster with each second that passes. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I see her nipples harden, and I clench my jaw, fighting the groan that wants to slip out.
“Are you turned on?” I whisper, my hands skimming over the curves of her hips, feeling the heat of her skin beneath the dress.
She stiffens at my touch, but then, almost imperceptibly, she nods.
“You like watching him wreck her pussy?” I ask, my lips skimming her jaw. “You like watching his big cock push inside her tight pussy? Hmm, baby?” My hands slowly run down her body, feeling every inch of her as I slide them down to grip her thighs, feeling her soft skin warm and supple beneath my fingertips. She nods, sucking in a breath.
“Good.” My lips brush her ear as my fingers slide down, bunching the hem of her dress. “Because I’m going to make sure everyone in this room knows how gorgeous you look when you come.”
My fingers tease the edge of her dress, lifting it higher as her breath hitches, sharp and audible over the low hum of music and murmured conversations. Her hands clutch at my arm, nails digging into the fabric of my jacket as I trail my touch along the smooth skin of her thigh. “Open your legs for me, Amara,” I rasp, my free hand gripping her thigh firmly, urging her to part for me.
Her gaze darts around the room, wide and filled with the delicious mix of nervousness and arousal that drives me wild. “Nicholas,” she breathes. “What if someone sees?”
“Let them. Let them wish it was them instead of me.”
A shiver races through her, and her lips part, her breathing erratic as I press my mouth to the corner of her jaw, just below her ear. Her scent—sweet, vanilla, soft, and utterly hers—wraps around me, making it impossible to focus on anything but the need to ruin her in the best possible way.
Sliding my hand higher, I find the edge of her lace panties. My thumb brushes against the damp fabric, and I groan into her ear. “ Soaked . You’re soaked for me.”
Her hips jerk instinctively, seeking more, and I grant it, pressing the pad of my thumb against her swollen clit through the lace. Her head falls back against my chest, and she exhales a moan that has my cock straining painfully against my pants.
She lifts her hips, a silent plea for more, and I slide one finger inside her tight, welcoming heat.
Her gasp is loud enough to draw a few glances, and I tilt my head to watch. Across the room, a group of men have shifted their attention from the stage to us, their gazes hungry and fixed on Amara.
“You see them?” I murmur, curling my finger inside her, finding the spot that has her breath catching. “They can’t take their eyes off you. They love the way your body reacts to me.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she follows my gaze, her cheeks flushing as she realizes they’re watching. But instead of shrinking away, her body tightens around my finger, her hips moving to meet my touch.
A groan rips from my throat. “You like it, don’t you?” I whisper, sliding a second finger inside her, stretching her, teasing her. “Knowing they’re watching your cunt tighten around my fingers.”
Her only response is a strangled moan, her head tilting back, her body arching against my hand as I pick up the pace, fucking her with my fingers in deep strokes. Every sound she makes, every quiver of her body fuels the fire burning through me.
“Be a good girl, Amara. Come for me. Let them see how beautiful you are when you coat my fingers with your cum.”
She grips my arm, her breath quickening, as I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that spot I know makes her lose control.
“Nicholas,” she moans as she comes on my fingers, a shudder running through her.
Fuck . The sound of my name leaving her lips has me unraveling. I yank my hand away, spinning her around without a second thought. Her eyes widen in shock, but before she can say another word, I push her onto the empty bed beside us, her body sinking into the soft mattress with a gasp.
Her gaze locks onto mine, wide and questioning, as I strip off my suit jacket with one fluid motion. She lifts herself onto her elbows, anticipation written all over her face.
I want her to feel this, to know how beautiful she is, how badly I need her. And I want every goddamn person in this room to witness it.
“I love to watch,” I murmur as I slowly unbutton my shirt, throwing it carelessly to the floor. “But right now, I need your mouth.”
Her chest rises and falls, each breath sharp and shaky as I strip off my belt and pants, my cock aching and already leaking for her.
I’ve never done this. Never been the one on display. Never been exposed in front of so many eyes. But with Amara here, not touching her is pure fucking torture. I don’t care about anyone else in this room. Not a single person. Just her.
I step closer, letting my hand glide along her jaw, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. Amara’s tongue darts out, tasting me, and it’s the sweetest invitation I’ve ever received.
Her eyes flicker, a mix of hunger and hesitation. “Nicholas…”
“Color?” I ask.
“Green,” she murmurs, her gaze locking onto mine.
I nod, loving how open she is to this. “Then be a good girl for me and get on your knees.”
Amara shifts, positioning herself on her knees as her hands slide up my thighs. The heat of her touch has me clenching my fists to keep control. She looks up at me through her lashes, the flush in her cheeks making her look even more irresistible.
She presses her lips to the tip of my cock, her mouth warm and soft as she takes me between her lips. My head falls back, a groan rumbling deep in my chest as she moves, her tongue swirling, teasing.
The low hum of the gasps and moans fades into the background. The only thing I can focus on is her. Her lips sliding over me, her nails digging into my thighs as she takes me deeper, her soft little moans vibrating against my cock.
I glance down at her eyes on me, and her red lips stretched wide around me.
“Taking me so well,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You love my cock deep in your throat, don’t you?”
She doesn’t respond, but the way her eyes darken tells me she does.
Around us, I feel their eyes on her—on us—and I know they’re hungry, envious… but they’ll never have her.
Amara pulls back, gasping for air, her lips swollen and glossy. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, stroking as she licks her lips.
“Don’t fucking stop. I want you to suck me dry.”
Leaning forward again, she takes me back into her mouth, this time slower, sucking me deeper. A groan leaves my lips as my hand grips the back of her head, guiding her.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice strained. “You’re going to make me lose my goddamn mind.”
Her pace quickens, her moans vibrating against me as she works me closer and closer to the edge. My knees threaten to give out, but I hold, watching her, soaking in every second of this.
Amara’s eyes flick up to meet mine as she takes me even deeper. The sight of her—on her knees, her lips stretched around me, her cheeks hollowing with every pull—sends a surge of heat through my body.
“Just like that,” I rasp, my breath hitching. “Fuck. Your mouth feels like heaven.”
Her free hand slides up my thigh, her nails dragging lightly over my skin. The slick sound of her movements, the way her tongue swirls and presses in all the right ways, has me teetering on the edge of control. I feel her moan reverberate through me, her confidence growing with every twitch and groan she pulls from me.
“Fuck. I’m close.” I grit out, my voice low and broken.
She doesn’t let up. If anything, she doubles down, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head before she takes me back in, deep. My head tips back, a curse tumbling from my lips as the pleasure coils tight.
“Fuck—” My words cut off, my body locking up as the release hits me hard. She doesn’t flinch, taking everything I give her.
When she finally pulls back, her lips are swollen and glistening, her tongue darting out to catch the last traces of me. She looks up at me, her expression a mix of satisfaction and mischief, and I know I’m done for.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I murmur, crashing my lips against hers, tasting myself on her mouth. I pull back, holding her face in my hands, staring at those eyes through the lace mask. “You want more?”
She nods, licking her lips as she waits for my next command.
I reach for the cuffs attached to the bed, holding them up so she can see. Her lips part, her breathing quickens, and I can see the faintest tremor in her hands.
“Color?” I ask, tilting her chin up so her gaze locks with mine.
“Green,” she whispers without hesitation.
“That’s my girl.” I press a kiss to her forehead, before stepping back. “Lie down.”
She obeys, her body sinking into the soft mattress, her hair fanning out like a halo. I secure her wrists to the headboard above her head, the soft click of the cuffs locking into place. I take a moment to admire her—completely at my mercy, laid bare before me.
“I wish you could see how you look right now,” I murmur, running my fingers down the length of her arm, across her collarbone, and down to the curve of her waist. Her skin shivers under my touch.
Her legs shift restlessly, and I catch the smallest whimper escaping her lips. “Patience. You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes.
I smile, dark and slow. “Always such a good girl for me.”
My hands find the hem of her panties, and drag them down her legs, taking my time, letting the cool air kiss her skin. I toss them aside, knowing every pair of eyes is on her now, on the curve of her thighs, the glisten of her arousal.
I drop to my knees between her legs, spreading her wide with my hands. The sight of her makes my mouth water. I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh before dragging my tongue along her slick cunt. She gasps, her body jerking against the cuffs, but I pin her hips down, holding her in place.
“Stay still,” I command. “You don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.
I take my time, licking and sucking, alternating between gentle strokes and firm pressure. Her moans grow louder when I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing her just enough to make her squirm.
“You sound so fucking pretty when you moan for me. Let them hear you. Let them know how good I make you feel.”
My tongue slides over her, savoring every taste of her, and her body jolts at the contact, her hips twitching despite my earlier command to stay still.
“Please,” she cries, her voice desperate. “Please, sir, I—”
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her words dissolve into a broken sob.
I pull back, my fingers teasing and denying her. “Not yet,” I say, my grip tightening on her hips. “I want to make you beg.”
I keep her on edge, my fingers stroking deep, slow, the pace just enough to tease but never let her tip over.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice shaky, the word catching on a soft sob. Her body trembles under my touch, flushed skin and shallow breaths, and I can feel how badly she wants this.
But I want to play with her first.
“Come on, you can beg better than that.”
“Nicholas,” she pleads, tugging at the cuffs. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” My thumb brushes over her clit, featherlight, and the sound she makes is desperate, hungry. “But you need to ask me properly.”
Her head falls back against the pillow, her lips parting on a sharp inhale.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I ask, my voice tinged with just enough command to make her toes curl. “I can feel it.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking on the word.
Her whole body tightens as I curl my fingers inside her, stroking the spot that makes her fall apart every single time. I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing her further. And just as she’s about to tip over the edge, I stop, her broken whimper filling the room.
“You can take this, baby. I know you can.” I lean in, pressing a kiss to her clit as my fingers slide back inside her. She shudders, her body clinging to the edge of control, and I can’t help but smile against her. “That’s my girl,” I murmur.
Her moan is quiet, pleading, as I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing her. When I suck her into my mouth once again, her thighs tremble around me, her cries growing louder.
“Please,” she begs again, her voice cracking. “I can’t—I need—”
“I haven’t heard you beg properly yet,” I cut her off, wishing I could stay between her legs for the rest of eternity.
“Please, sir,” she sobs. “Please let me come. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything.”
This time, I don’t hold back. My fingers work her faster, my tongue circling her clit, and her cries reach a pitch that tells me she’s right on the edge.
My free hand trails up her body, wrapping gently around her throat. I apply just enough pressure to make her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as her body arches into my touch.
“Look at me,” I demand, my grip tightening slightly. Her eyes snap open. “You keep those beautiful eyes on me when you come. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she chokes out.
I thrust my fingers deeper, my tongue relentless against her clit. Her body arches, her sweet moans echoing in the room as she shatters under me. She’s breathtaking, every part of her quivering as she clings to the moment, her sobs turning into soft, gasping breaths.
But I’m not done with her. Not even close.
I keep my tongue on her clit, licking and sucking and tasting her as she coats my fingers. Her legs shake as she tugs at the handcuffs the more I play with her sensitive clit, her voice breaking as she sobs my name.
“You wanted to come, didn’t you?” I ask, curling my fingers into her deep enough to make her hips buck.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Then we’re not stopping until I suck every single drop of cum from you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her thigh before diving back in.
“Oh god,” she moans, her hips bucking against my mouth.
I don’t let up. My tongue works her clit, flicking and circling, while my fingers slide back inside her, curling to hit that spot that makes her gasp. Her moans are louder, her body straining against the cuffs as she climbs higher and higher.
She cries out as another orgasm slams into her. Her body tightens around my fingers, her moans breaking into sobs as she comes hard once again. But I don’t stop. I don’t even give her a chance to recover.
My tongue stays on her clit, relentless, while my fingers keep thrusting, pushing her straight into another climax. She moans loudly, her head thrashing against the cushion, her wrists pulling against the cuffs.
“Too much,” she whimpers, her voice high and shaky. “Fuck, it’s—”
I lift my head just enough to meet her gaze, my fingers never stopping. “Color?”
Her eyes flutter open, glazed and desperate. “Green,” she gasps. “It’s green.”
“Then you’ll take it,” I murmur, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, smirking when she shivers from the contact. “Because I know you can. You’re going to be a good girl for me and give me another one. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she sobs.
I add a third finger, stretching her further, and her back arches off the bed as another wave of pleasure crashes over her. She’s shaking, her thighs quivering uncontrollably as I push her into overstimulation.
Her cries turn into broken, breathless sounds, her body writhing as she tries to escape the intensity. But I hold her steady, one hand gripping her neck while the other works inside her.
“Look at you. Falling apart for me again and again,” I rasp, my voice rough as I look down at the bed, the sheets drenched from her orgasms. “You can do it, baby. Give me one more.”
She shakes her head weakly. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I cut her off. “Let me make you feel good. Let go for me. Just one more.”
I lean down and tongue her clit again, feeling her thighs squeeze my head as another orgasm builds inside of her.
My lips wrap around her swollen, overused clit, and I suck it harder. Her body locks up, her cries echoing through the room as another orgasm tears through her. Her entire body trembles as the pleasure overwhelms her.
When I finally pull back, her body is limp, her skin flushed, her chest heaving. I lift onto my feet, my face covered in her arousal.
I let my hand run along her pussy. Down, down, down until I find the butt plug lodged in her ass. She glances up at me, and I lift a brow, asking a silent question.
She nods and I remove the butt plug slowly, watching her reaction as she gasps, her body arching off the bed.
“You’re so perfect,” I whisper, my eyes locked on her stretched hole. I quickly grab the lube and pump some out onto my hand, wrapping my fist around my cock, covering it. I press the head of my cock against her tight cunt, my hands gripping her hips. “You want this, honey?”
“Yes,” she begs, a whimper escaping her. “I want you to own every part of me.”
I groan and press forward, my cock inching into her tight heat, and she gasps, her hands tugging at the cuffs. I pause, letting her adjust, my hands smoothing over her hips.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmur, my voice low and soothing. “You’re doing so good for me. Just relax and let me in.”
She nods, her breathing shaky as I sink deeper. The sensation is almost too much. Her ass is so fucking tight, gripping me inside of her and… Christ . It takes everything in me not to lose control. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to move slowly, savoring every inch as I fill her completely.
“Fuck, Amara,” I groan, my voice rough. “Your ass was made for me.”
Her moan is loud and needy, her head turning to the side as she pulls against the cuffs. “You’re so deep inside me,” she whispers.
I smirk, my teeth grazing her shoulder as I pull back just enough to thrust into her again, this time deeper, harder. She cries out, her body tightening around me, and I can feel the tremor in her legs.
“You’re taking it so well. Breathe, baby.”
The moan she lets out is delicious and desperate, her body writhing beneath me. A heavy breath leaves her lips, each thrust dragging her closer and closer to the brink.
“Look at them,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “They’re all watching you, wishing they could have you like this. But they can’t. You’re mine. Only mine.”
“Only yours,” she moans.
“That’s right,” I growl, my hand sliding up her back to grip her hair, pulling her head back gently. “You’re mine to use, mine to worship, mine to fucking ruin .”
She cries out, her body shaking as I thrust deeper, hitting the spot that makes her moan my name like a prayer.
“You’re going to come for me again,” I command, feeling my own orgasm crest. “I’m not stopping until you do. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Her body tenses as the pleasure builds up, and my god, she looks so fucking beautiful like this. Tied up, naked and desperate for another orgasm. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing it gently in time with my thrusts and in no time, she moans out, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her, her ass squeezing me so fucking tight it nearly drags me along with her.
“Fuck yes,” I grunt, pushing her through the aftershocks, her cries turning into broken whimpers as I drive her into overstimulation again. Her body shakes, her voice hoarse as she pleads for more, for mercy, for everything I’m willing to give her.
“I thought seeing people look at you like this would make me want to kill someone,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over her soft, broken cries. My hand tightens on her hip, holding her in place as I thrust into her again, savoring every second. “But seeing how beautiful you are, how gorgeous you look when you come…” I pause, my words catching as I push deeper. “I couldn’t keep such a masterpiece to myself.”
Her moans are raw, her body arching against the restraints, her wrists pulling at the cuffs as I push her higher, harder. She’s gone—lost in the pleasure, lost in me—and the sight of her like this, completely undone, is maddening.
“Amara,” I groan, her name breaking from my lips. My control slips as I thrust harder, my pace quickening, chasing the edge that’s been taunting me since the moment I touched her.
She sobs my name, her voice cracking, her body clenching around me as another orgasm rips through her. Her head falls forward, her hair sticking to her damp skin, and her legs shake as she collapses beneath me, spent but still taking everything I give her.
“Fuck,” I rasp, my grip tightening on her hips, as I bury my cock inside her.
A deep groan rumbles from my chest as I spill into her. My forehead drops to hers, my breaths ragged and uneven. She’s still shaking, her body so soft, so pliant beneath me, and I can’t help the way my hands roam over her, grounding her as much as myself.
When I finally still, I press a kiss to the curve of her neck, my hands moving to the cuffs, unlocking them carefully. She leans into me, her breathing still uneven, her body exhausted but sated.
“You did so good for me,” I whisper, my hands smoothing over her skin, brushing her hair back from her face.
She doesn’t reply, her head resting against my chest as she tries to catch her breath, but I feel the way her fingers curl into my shirt, holding onto me like I’m her lifeline.
And maybe I am.
Because I know one thing with absolute certainty.
I’m not letting her go.