Thirty-Two - Rome
H ave I traveled too far down an unknown road? I'm surrounded by new things—experiences, feelings, emotions, fears—and while the scenery is beautiful, I have no idea where I'm going. All I know is that it’s all brand new, my heart is racing, I'm terrified, and I don't want to stop driving down this road.
Watching Nia walk away from me on her way to the playroom, fills me with emotions I haven't felt in a long time. Emotions I'm not sure I should be feeling. She's so incredible, and I want nothing more than to keep spending my time with her—but am I disrespecting Natalia? I know she is gone, but she’ll always be with me, and that doesn't exclude these moments when I'm with someone else who makes me happy. Nikola tries to tell me that this is what she’d want, but the truth is that she would want to be here. She is not gone by choice, so I have a hard time accepting the notion that she would want anything for me other than being her husband, because that is what she wanted up until the moment she left me. I'm so conflicted, but when it comes to Nia, there is no confusion about it. I crave her.
She rounds the corner, descending down the stairs while I go into the kitchen and knock back a shot of liquor to loosen my nerves from the stranglehold of my memories of Natalia. It takes extra effort to push her away today, but adding this shot to the other three helps significantly. By the time the alcohol hits my belly, I feel better, and I head for the basement with newfound resolve.
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I am pleased to find Nia waiting at the bottom. Each step I descend shows more and more of her, pulling my mouth into a gape the more I see. She sits on her legs, completely naked with her breasts covered by the length of her strawberry brown locs, her eyes seeing only me as I approach. My god she is stunning. Everything about her calls out to every part of me. In the past, I only wanted one thing from the women I slept with. Nia’s spell on me makes me desire so much more. Even now, standing over her naked body, I'm not just thinking about how badly I want to fuck her. I want to tear her apart, then ensure that out of the billions of people on this Earth, I am the one who puts her back together again. In repairing her, I heal myself.
Resting her palms on her delicious thighs, she waits silently—completely still, mouth closed, eyes on her Dom. I feel my heart racing, trying to force my body to act quickly to how unreal she looks beneath me, but I restrain myself. I keep a firm grip on my self-control as I crouch in front of her so that we’re nose to nose.
“Open your mouth, my little goddess,” I instruct. When she obeys, my cock twitches from the rush of blood flowing to it. “Now stick out your tongue.” Again, Nia does as she is told. “Good girl. Now stay just like that.”
Growing more aroused by the second, I stand up straight and slowly remove my robe in front of Nia, watching her as a string of drool drops from her tongue. I turn around and place my robe on a hook by the stairs, and when I return there is a small pool of spit on the floor in front of her.
“Jesus,” I say. “Look at how beautifully disgusting you are, Nia. You sit there, obeying my every command like a good girl, and you drool all over my floor. You want to be a good girl, but deep down you're just a filthy slut for me, aren't you?”
Nia, keeping her tongue dangling from her mouth, slowly nods while maintaining eye contact.
Holy fuck.
“You want to be my whore?” I ask before biting my lower lip.
When she nods this time, I have to bite down even harder to distract myself from my desire to forgo all of this just to be inside of her. I bite so hard I taste blood, but it does the trick. I have to stay in the moment for her.
“You want to be used?”
She nods as spit hangs from her tongue like a long vine reaching for the floor.
“You want me to use that slutty fucking mouth of yours?” She nods again, and the way she keeps her eyes on me is the exact finishing touch my cock needs to reach a rock solid erection.
In a desperate rush to feel the warmth of her mouth, I step forward and slide my cock over her drooling tongue, pushing myself into her mouth until I reach the back of her throat. The sensation is out of this world, sending my mind into a state of euphoria as she engulfs me entirely. I swear, Nia’s mouth is my drug. She is my heroin, my ecstasy, my cocaine, and I am truly at her mercy when she begins to suck. I lose control, dropping the desire to talk and command her, and picking up my need to fuck her mouth. She moans as I grab both sides of her head and use her to pleasure myself.
“Oh my god, that mouth,” I grunt above her. “That filthy, disgusting, perfect mouth of yours, Nia. I never want to be apart from it.”
Nia doesn't respond with words, only groans of satisfaction and eagerness. I use her mouth for five minutes, stroking in and out while giving her no breaks. By the time I'm finished, she is a drooling, wet mess with a face smeared in saliva. I don't give a fuck. I bend down and kiss her hard as if nothing is there. Who would I be if I acted disgusted by something I caused? Yes, she is my filthy little whore, but I am hers, too.
“You're so fucking beautiful when you're disgusting for me,” I tell her when I pull away, although the distance makes me yearn to yank her close again. “All I want is to be inside of you, and I can't take it anymore. There was so much more I had in mind when I opened the door and saw you standing there in that perfect fucking way that you do, but you've ruined it now. I need to feel how wet you are, and I can’t wait any longer. Now crawl your disgusting little ass over to that bed and keep your tongue out like the slut you are. Drool the entire way so that I have to clean up after you. Do it now.”
Nia pants as I take a step back to let her start her journey to the bed on all fours. She turns around and begins, her bare ass pointed back at me, enticing me, begging me to mount her from behind instead of letting her go. The urge is so strong that I have no choice but to fist my cock as I watch her crawling away. She turns around to look at me, but I don't stop. I want her to see it. I need her to know how insane she makes me. I see the smirk slowly forming on her lips before she turns back around, tongue out as she crawls to the bed and stops when she reaches it.
“Good little whore,” I say as I walk over to the bed with her. “Now climb on and stay on all fours. I want that ass so high in the air it reaches the fucking ceiling. I’m about to use your tight little hole.”
While Nia puts her face down on the bed and her ass up in the air, I reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom, tearing off the wrapper and sheathing my cock as quickly as I can, because waiting to be inside of her is a new form of torture. As soon as I have it stretched over my length, I step close, slap Nia across the ass, and slide inside.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, and I see her fist the sheets as soon as I start fucking her.
“Yes. This is what I have been in need of all day,” I say. “I've needed your pussy, my little goddess. I've craved it. Yearned for it. Ached to be inside of you. The need hurt my stomach like hunger pangs, and now that I'm here, I don't ever want to stop.”
“Don't stop, Sir,” she pleads as I pound her relentlessly.
“I won't. Not until your tight pussy is completely stretched out.”
“Yes! Ruin my fucking hole. Stretch me all the way out, Sir. Use me.”
“I'm going to use you,” I reply, gripping her hips so tight I know it must hurt. Good. In our world, pain is pleasure. “Whose whore are you?”
“I’m yours,” Nia responds loudly. “I'm your whore, Sir.”
“Say it again,” I demand, smacking her ass.
“I'm your whore.”
“Again,” I repeat with another slap of her ass, this one causing her skin to immediately redden. Fuck yes.
“I’m your fucking whore, Sir,” Nia screams.
“You're fucking right. My perfect, filthy, little whore. Your only use is your holes.”
“Yes. My only use is my holes,” she agrees, just as lost in the moment as I am. “Please use my holes, Sir. I am yours.”
I don't hold back an ounce of strength as I pummel Nia’s tight pussy until I feel an orgasm prodding me from inside. As it builds, I go all-out, smacking her ass again before squeezing her hips with enough strength to pop the blood vessels beneath her skin. She lets out a painful yelp followed by a moan of pleasure, then the floodgates open.
“Sir … can I please come for you?” she begs.
I don't have it in me to deny her and keep going. Just like her, I’m at the edge of my own cliff, and the momentum carries me forward until I am falling with her.
“Come for me, my little goddess,” I say. “Come with me.”
The next sixty seconds are filled with indistinguishable sounds—moans, groans, grunts, and howls fill the air and bounce off one another as Nia and I come together, our bliss in perfect sync. Our bodies vibrate as our respective orgasms force us into seizures that make us both collapse onto the bed in a heap, our arms and legs criss-crossing over each other. We pant up at the ceiling, sweat covering our bodies and sinking into the sheets.
“Oh, my fucking god,” Nia exclaims with closed eyes.
“That was perfect,” I say. “You … Nia … you're perfect.”
When I first started the compliment, I meant for it to be part of the scene, switching from degradation to praise now that I'm satisfied. But as the last word comes out of my mouth, I realize that it’s something different, and I'm not sure if Nia even catches it.
Perfect. She is perfect, and that’s not just dirty talk. I mean it when I say it.
I once told Nikola and Isabella that it would take perfection for me to even begin thinking about settling down with anyone. Isabella laughed and the three of us talked about it as if it would never happen, a longshot at best. But to my utter surprise, it has already happened. She's already here. Somehow, without being in search of it, I've found perfection.