14. Niko
CHAPTER 14
My fingers tingle as I lead Gianna through the house, but it’s pure excitement and adrenaline. I already set up our wedding for tomorrow with DiMarco, who doesn’t know who I’m marrying, just that only he will know the identity of my bride, and if anyone else catches wind, he’ll promptly die.
The old priest was a close confidant of my father’s, and I trust him to be smart enough not to earn himself a bullet, but that’s the only way I trust him. He’s trying to work his way into my inner circle, and I can understand that from a pragmatic point of view, but I still don’t trust it.
With Gianna as my wife, the secret will be out eventually, but it just has not yet been revealed. When I present her as my queen, it will be the trump card I need to officially claim the Gemelli territory. Things with Domalachego will likely still get bloody, but people will fall in line.
I want her to be my wife so desperately I scarcely dare to hope she won’t change her mind. I could force her anyway, and I just might, but her marrying me willingly is too enticing to give up on easily.
We’re nearly to my bedroom when I speak. “So you’re quite serious you won’t marry me tomorrow if I fuck you tonight?”
“Quite,” she agrees, raising her brow in challenge.
“That’s fine. I have other plans for you.”
I open the door to my bedroom and lead her inside for the first time. The walls are a deep green, the furniture all rich black wood. Everything is in perfect, immaculate order, just the way I like it. Her pretty eyes survey my domain, and I’m not sure what she thinks.
“Will I sleep in here with you after tomorrow night, or are we keeping separate bedrooms like Victorian aristocracy?”
“You can sleep wherever you like after tomorrow night, but I’d like you to stay with me.”
“Would you? Even if I make a mess?” she challenges with a hand on her hip and a slender black eyebrow raised. I imagine her making a very wet mess with her sweet little cunt.
“Yes, though I’d prefer you didn’t do so intentionally.” I know she’s been playing up the messes she leaves in the kitchen.
“Hire a housekeeper.”
“I prefer not having anyone in my space.” That’s incredibly true. It’s a major inconvenience to organize the household myself when I’m this busy, but having people near my things makes my skin crawl.
“But you’d like me in here?”
“You’re not just anyone.” She’s fucking everything.
I head to my dresser and grab all the things I got for her while we weren’t speaking. I admit I was in a mood when I bought the selection of leather cuffs and leashes. It was after I put that collar on her neck and realized she wasn’t going to love me the way I wanted. She accused me of trying to humiliate her. I wanted to live up to the role of the awful villain she’d cast me in. Since I couldn’t make things better, I was sure going to make them worse.
I don’t even turn around before I demand, “Take off your clothes.” I’m ravenous for her, and if I can’t fuck her at the very least, I’m not waiting any longer to look at her.
“Not even going to kiss me first?”
“Not where I’m thinking of kissing you. Now, take off your clothes.”
Her tan cheeks turn lightly pink as she shimmies out of the lounge pants and T-shirt, standing in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties.
“Everything, princess.”
She rolls her eyes at me, but that’s okay. I’m going to make her pay for that and everything else she’s done to torture me. Even the unintentional ones. She slips her bra off, and her full tits sway deliciously. Next go her panties. Her cunt is so fucking pretty, I’ll never get enough of it.
I’m incensed by the thought of being married to her. All I want to do is fuck her, put a load or three in her, tip her ass up, and hope she gets pregnant. But she made her wishes clear, and tomorrow is my princess’s wedding day. How can I not oblige her?
I put my supplies down on the side of the bed.
“Sit down, Gi.”
I point toward the end where she can’t see what I have for her without awkwardly turning around. She does, her gaze still tracing the room.
“Why have a canopy bed with no curtain? You don’t have a duvet.” There’s a slight raise to her lip like she finds this very distasteful, and I want to laugh at how pampered she is beneath the months of neglect and years of emotional abandonment.
“I’m not a princess. I don’t need those things.” But I’m so glad she is. I love her like this, prissy and demanding, going to eat orgasms out of her until she begs me to stop.
“But you’re a wealthy adult with a winery, and your house looks like a sparsely decorated hunting lodge.”
“There are no animal heads,” I object to her minimizing statement. I tried very hard to make this place nice.
“So you’re a shit hunter. Is that any better?”
“I like it. Don’t you?” I suspect she does. Whenever I watch her on the cameras, she seems reluctantly happy and interested in the place, and she doesn’t seem to have noticed them either.
She sighs. “I do like it, but maybe some decorations are necessary.”
I smile despite myself. That’s the kind of thing you say about a place you plan to stay. “We can talk if you actually marry me tomorrow.” I believe she will follow through with this about as much as I believed in Santa Claus when I was twelve.
“I’m going to,” she insists, but Gianna is moody, temperamental, and thinks she knows what she’s doing always. But does she realize I’m getting everything I want? She thinks she played me because she found me having that panic attack. I have a panic attack most days, and they don’t make me stupid. I can think through them and remember. At the end of the day, I let her see me, and if she follows through, I’ll have won this round.
“Don’t speak so soon.” I laugh as I grab her wrist and strap on a leather cuff with a very collar-like appearance. I loop one of the leather leashes in on itself so it’s solidly attached to the upper beam of the canopy bed. Then clip it to the one cuff.
Her one arm is secure, but she yanks it before she realizes what I’ve done. She meets the resistance with a hilarious look of shock, and her shriek of outrage makes my balls tingle.
“Niko. This pet shit is getting old. You need to take off this collar, not add more.” She’s picking at the restraint, but it won’t come off that easily.
“Probably eventually, not tonight.”
I snatch her hand away from her wrist where she’s trying to remove the cuff and slap another leather strap around the one she had free.
“Oh, fuck no!”
She fights me as hard as she can to avoid the inevitable, kneeing and thrashing, but she ultimately ends up getting me more worked up than getting herself into a better position. I pin her to the bed with my body weight, and she’s so much smaller than me. I worry I might crush her as I restrain her other wrist. Finally, I take a breath and step back. She’s attached by both wrists, and she’s kicking like hell to prevent me from finishing.
I need a breather, so I just watch her fight a losing battle like she’s not teasing my cock better than it’s been in years.
“Why are you being so difficult, princess? You’re acting like you’re not going to come.” The murderous glare she shoots me is picture worthy.
“I’m acting like you’re once again trying to humiliate me.” Well, I can’t deny that, and photos would be a great way to memorialize the experience.
“You could have just fucked me,” I tell her in a sweet voice, knowing it’s too late for her now.
I set the third leash up before making an attempt for her ankle, attaching it to the lower portion of the bed frame in the same manner I did the first two. She fights me so hard I’m actually distracted from my problems and having fun. Despite her protests, she keeps cracking smiles too. My cock is so hard, and I’m desperate to fuck her, but I wrestle her down, finally securing both of her ankles.
“I’m not your fucking pet, Niko! Let’s be clear about that. You’re taking this fucking collar off me tonight, or I won’t marry you tomorrow.”
“That’s one point I won’t yield on, princess.”
I secure the final leash to the crossbar, drape it over her shoulder, and let her enjoy the scrape of the leather as I clip her neck into place, totally immobilizing her. A shiver runs along her body, and the ripple through her tits is enough to drive me insane.
“If you like, we can change it out for gold and diamonds, but I want something on your throat that says you’re mine.” I’d like to yank her around the house by her throat long term, but she would likely kill me with my own gun.
“Isn’t that what a wedding ring is for?”
“You’ll have that too, princess. You’ll have everything.”
I run my fingers down the column of her throat, then trace her side to her ribs. She shivers lightly, but then I move to the underside of her breast, giving her a slight reprieve. My palm grazes her nipple, and she lightly pushes herself into it.
“So if you’re not going to fuck me, what’s the point of all this, Niko?”
“To keep you still,” I tell her as my fingers skate down her belly through the neatly trimmed hair. Her cunt is fully exposed from the position I’ve tied her in, legs spread, pretty tan thighs surrounding pink lips I’m dying to suck on. We’re both going to wait for that.
Once I’ve spent some time touching every inch of her body, I feel a little more in control of myself. I’ve needed her like this for so long it’s almost pathological. My cock leaks into my briefs, and I’m so turned on, but my soul is satisfied by having her at my mercy.
She’s dripping wet, her juices shine in the dim light, and I’m desperate to lick her clean.
She’s doing her best to stay quiet, trying to gain the upper hand by acting unaffected, but she ultimately shows her hand when she says, “I see you staring, Niko. You might as well taste it. I know you love eating my pussy.”
She’s right, I do. I had her on my tongue three times a day when I could. She tastes incredible, and nothing is softer than her cunt.
“Taste it.” The desperate edge to her demand makes her all the more delicious.
I lean down, breathe against her skin, spread her wider, and act like I have every intention of licking her. When the little catch in her throat gives her away, I pull back.
“Changed my mind.”
It’s quiet, but her light growl of frustration is everything.
I pull my cock out of my pants. It’s so hard that it’s painful to look at and touch her like this. I give it a few good strokes, enjoying the way it takes the edge off, feeling a drop of cum leaking out of my tip and running down my cock. She stares and licks her lips as surely as I was staring at her cunt.
“You don’t want this, do you, Gi? You said no sex until the wedding, but you look pretty wet for a good Catholic girl, slick and ready to get fucked.”
“You’re a pig.” She aims for haughty, but it doesn’t work so well as her eyes don’t leave my dick, and her pussy leaks on my blanket. Plus, I’m quite fond of those creatures.
“Eyes are up here, princess.”
Her eyes flick to mine but only briefly as I keep pulling on my cock for her. I have no problem coming a few times, and I’m so worked up it won’t take me that long to jerk myself off. I touch the tip of my cock to her tits and keep pumping, starting to really get into it.
“What are you doing?” She’s panting, and I take mercy on her, reaching down to rub her pretty clit. She moans, raising her lip in a little snarl I remember well. Fuck, she’s so sexy.
“I’m going to come all over you.”
She moans outright, and the sound echoes in my balls, reducing the time I need to finish at least by half.
“You want that, slutty princess? You want me to coat you in my cum?”
“No…” But the sound is more a whine than a denial.
That’s all I need. I come, coating her in the sticky substance. It’s not that intense. The first one never is for me, but it’s wet, covering her tits and the tips of her nipples. A thick splash lands on her outer labia and drips inward. She’s so pretty.
I take out my phone and start snapping pictures.
“Niko!” she screams, trying to hide her body or face in any way, but she can’t.
“While they make excellent leverage, I promise they’re just for me. I’ve never seen anything prettier than you tied up and covered in my cum.”
I click a few more, and tears gather in her eyes. I’m assuming she’s upset with me, and she would have a right to be. I’m not trying to humiliate her like she always accuses, but if I were, this would have been an excellent showing. I assume she’ll demand I delete them, saying something about her dignity.
“Let me see, let me see right now, Niko.” Her body shakes, and my eyes are glued to her tits.
“You’re demanding for a tied-up, cum-covered slut.”
But I oblige her, turning the phone and flipping through the different angles I took watching her expression. The anger I expect is absent. Instead, her face is filled with glazed-over lust. I let her look as long as she wants, her hips twitching as my cum cools on her skin.
“You want to fuck now, don’t you, baby?” I ask her gently as I slip a finger inside her and rub her G-spot only enough to tease. She rolls her hips, trying to take more.
“Please fuck me, Niko.”
I smile, truly smile, enjoying this position more than any other I’ve stood in.
“No, baby, because you’ll hold it against me tomorrow, but I’ll eat your pretty cunt for you. Would you like that?”
She whines like she’s devastated but nods frantically. The idea of some relief is better than nothing. I drop to my knees in front of her.
“You know how badly I missed this?” I stroke her lips, spread her, and inspect every inch.
“No.”
“Let me show you.” And finally, after fifteen years, I have Gianna on my tongue again, and everything is right in the world.
She shakes and moans as I eat her clit like it’s my last meal, and when I slip my tongue inside her and fuck her with it, she comes, squirting her juices over my face and down my chin, making the only type of mess I want in my room.
She’s shaking and beautiful, but it’s not enough. I’ve wanted her for so long I need more. I slip an extra finger inside her and go back to licking her clit, sucking it when she screams it's too sensitive and begs me to stop. It doesn’t take me more than five minutes to wring another dripping-wet orgasm out of her.
I’m soaked in her cum, and I leave her tied up as I rub my cock again. She’s limp, hanging against her restraints. I'd be worried about her neck, but her arms bear the worst of the pressure. She’s gorgeous, cum drunk, everything I want.
I rub my cock over the swell of her tits as her chest expands, the soft way her eyelids flutter, and how she breathes through plush, half-opened lips. The sleepy snores that pick up in her throat. I touch her cunt again, enjoying the way she jumps awake, shivering and overstimulated.
“Niko, I’m tired.”
“I know, princess. Just let me come on you one more time. You’re so pretty covered in my cum.”
“Mm, please come on me. Please, Niko.”
And who the hell am I to deny her? Thick ropes of cum shoot out of my cock, covering my princess in dripping pearls.
A little while later, we’re lying in bed together. She’s covered in my cum, but most is stuck to the sheets. I stroke her back and play with the crest of her ass.
“Why were you back so late?” she asks.
“Why were you worried?” I counter.
“I proposed to you, and you still want me to kiss your ass?”
I chuckle lightly before I bite her on the shoulder. She squeals the most delicious sound.
“Carlo followed me after the funeral.”
She’s too still.
“What happened?” Her entire body locks up.
“Nothing that should make you that tense.” I rub her shoulder where I bit. “He thinks your parents are dead, and I know where you are.”
She tries to sit up, but I hold her tight against my chest.
“So I shouldn’t be concerned that he’s figured everything out?”
I kiss her temple, relishing in being near her.
“He’s not figured anything out. He’s suspicious, but I think he’d already be here if he suspected I actually have you.”
“You’re probably right. That’s a relief.” She won't meet my eyes.
“Why? I thought you’d be looking forward to your reunion.” She bites her lip, the picture of beauty.
“How the hell could I face him now? I’m going to marry you.” The weight of her guilt pours off her, and I suppose if I were a better man, I wouldn’t let her marry her parents’ killer. Too bad for both of us, I’m not a better man.
“Perhaps he’d choose to work for us,” I offer, realizing I’d do really stupid things to make her happy.
She shakes her head. “I wouldn’t want that. He’s wasted enough of his life on me. But why does he think you know where I am?”
“He says I’d be upset if you were really missing, and I’m not.” I shrug. “I think I seem upset. Everything has been going to shit lately.”
“Why does he think that you would be upset? As far as I know, he’s not even aware we dated.”
She’s definitely wrong about that, considering he told me to leave her alone or he’d bust my kneecaps after our first date, but I decide not to bring that up now.
“He’s apparently noticed me watching you over the years. My affection for you is obvious.”
She's too quiet again, too still. I trace her skin, trying to urge a subtle movement out of her.
“What's wrong?”
“He never told me.” The sadness in her voice urges violence against Carlo, and I’m not even sure why. He was her father’s employee, not her bosom buddy.
“Should he have?” I wasn’t under the impression they had that close of a relationship despite him being with her constantly, but given how her parents treated her, it makes sense for her to be confused about what affection actually looks like.
“My father never told me.” I’m not sure if she’s talking to me or herself.
“Did you expect him to?” Honesty was never Stefan’s style.
“You told me about meeting with Carlo.”
My eyebrows push together in genuine confusion, and she finally looks at me, staring deep into my eyes, looking for something I can’t be sure of.
“I’m not like your father, Gi,” I promise her.
“I’m starting to see that.”