Chapter 21 #2
She thought he was all the way hard, but she felt him grow, thicken, as she gagged on his cock, drool leaking off her lower lip onto her breasts. Strands of hair clung to her neck and cheeks, wet from the steamy air and her saliva.
Then, instead of thrusting, he started pulling her forward, using his hold on her hair and the pressure of his fist at the back of her head. He jerked her head forward onto his cock, which filled and stretched her mouth and throat.
Abruptly he stopped, fully releasing her and withdrawing. Nikolett bent over, gasping and swallowing. She wiped her cheek free of tears and the drool off her chin before looking up at him. His eyes were hard and bright, his cock swollen and gleaming from her mouth.
Slowly, she straightened, still on her knees, and opened her mouth. Asking him to continue. Offering herself to him.
Eric cursed and fisted the base of his cock, squeezing.
“Make me come, and when I do, swallow it.”
Nikolett inched forward on her knees, this time grabbing his hips. It would have been smarter to grip the base of his cock with her hand once he let go, but she wanted to do this the way he started it, just her mouth and his cock.
She gave herself another minute of rest by sucking and licking the head, teasing the slit with her tongue, and seeing how much of the salty pre-come she could lick out.
Then she took several deeper breaths through her nose and started to work him down her throat.
She went slow, changing the angle as she went, hoping she could take him all the way.
It was harder to push past the gag reflex without his hands holding her in place and forcing it to happen.
But she did it, taking him in until she couldn’t breathe and her throat started to hurt.
It still wasn’t enough. Her nose had yet to touch his abdomen. That’s what she wanted, to have all of him in her.
Eric gently gripped her head and forced her to pull back.
“If I’m worried about you passing out, I’ll never come,” he warned.
Nikolett nodded with his cock in her mouth, and instead of focusing on her own desire to take all of him, she focused on his pleasure.
She alternated between sucking hard on the head as she tasted his slit with her tongue, and bobbing up and down, going only halfway so she could maintain the quick rhythm.
Jaw aching, face sloppy with saliva, she gave in, not caring what she looked like. She was here to service him, to take what he would give her. It was simple and perfect in that simplicity.
“Nikki.”
The nickname only he used was her warning. Nikolett tongued the vein on the underside of his shaft as she sucked, cheeks hollow, throat working to swallow the extra saliva.
Then she was swallowing more. Swallowing his thick, slightly salty come even as she continued to pleasure him with her tongue.
And she kept going, worshiping his cock with her mouth until he pulled away. Eric was breathing hard, his shaft flushed and glistening. She watched him, waiting for a verdict.
Eric stared down at her, chest heaving like bellows. He held out a hand, pulling her to her feet.
Still silent, they looked at one another.
Then Eric wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. One arm was around her waist, the other behind her shoulders as he bent her back. There was no tongue, just the hard pressure of his lips on hers. It was declarative and fierce. Unlike any other time he kissed her.
Nikolett staggered when he released her, wobbling in shock as he turned and…walked out of the bathroom.
What had just happened? Has she done something wrong?
Before she spiraled into a dark place, he was back. The silver handcuffs her men used on him dangled from one finger.
A few challenging remarks sprang to mind, but she stayed silent, merely waiting for him.
“Wrists.”
She held them out, far too willing to be his captive.
Eric clicked them into place around her wrists, then took her hand and led her to the shower. The large walk-in shower was plenty big enough for two people, even if one of them was Eric.
He had the water set to come out of the single large rainfall head in the center. Neither of them actually got wet as he urged her in and pulled the door closed.
Eric brought her over to the traditional showerhead protruding from the side wall.
Lifting her hands, he tried to hook the cuffs over the showerhead, but she was too short.
Eric bent, wrapped an arm around her ass, and lifted her until he could hook the chain in place.
It caught on a valve protruding from the pipe, and when he lowered her down, her feet were flat on the tiled floor, but her arms were stretched tight over her head.
“More punishment?” she asked softly, just to hear his voice. The silence was starting to unnerve her.
“You think that was punishment?” Eric ran his hands up and down her sides. “Maybe that was just because I wanted to fuck your mouth.”
He tapped the digital controls, and the rainfall of water shut off. A handheld wand switched on. Instead of a round showerhead style, this was a silver cylinder with two lines of holes on the top half. Eric pointed it at his own leg as he adjusted the temperature.
“This is my punishment?” She eyed the water. “A cold shower?”
It sounded like a genuine punishment, and the fact that she was well and truly unable to get away, thanks to the cuffs, was starting to make her nervous.
“Cold water is good for you.”
Shit. Didn’t Danish and Swedish people like to do things like swim around in the ocean in the middle of winter?
He turned the spray on her and she braced herself, eyes squeezed shut. But it was perfect warm water that hit her legs.
She blew out a noisy breath and he laughed.
“I know you said no kneeling, but I’ll need to for this.”
Eric dropped down to one knee, then took her injured leg, propping her foot on his thigh her leg raised and bent at the knee. Now was not the time to tell him Gus had done something similar, especially when the intentions were clearly different.
Eric angled her knee to spread her thigh and make sure he had a perfect view of her pussy. He spread her sex open with two fingers, one on each labia.
Then he angled the spray at her pussy.
The firm jets of water hit her clit, still sensitive from earlier, and Nikolett moaned. He adjusted the angle, tapped a button on the handheld piece to change the settings until he was finally satisfied.
Rhythmic hard pulses of water hit her clit. Each time they did, her pussy clenched on nothing, and after only a minute, she was desperately rocking her hips, wishing for something more. Something to drive her over the edge.
Eric moved with her, keeping the water steady, his fingers ensuring she stayed spread, her clit mercilessly exposed.
She came faster and harder than she thought she would, given it was just water.
But it wasn’t just water. It was him using water to make her come while she was bound and naked in the shower. It was him putting her in restraints after brutally fucking her throat and making her swallow his semen.
It was him offering her the punishment as absolution.
Nikolett turned her face into her arm, panting through the trailing end of the orgasm as he lowered the shower wand.
When her breathing had evened out, she blinked, her eyelashes damp from the heavy steam. She looked down at him, prepared to smile and thank him.
He raised the shower wand, aiming the water at her clit once more.
Nikolett shrieked, both in surprise and at the intensity of the sensation. He had neither increased nor decreased the pressure. She was the changed variable, her body more sensitive, thanks to the orgasm from mere minutes ago.
All the muscles in her pelvis and lower belly clenched tight. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to fight the orgasm or force it to come faster.
“Eric,” she gasped.
“Give me another.”
Water hit her clit again, again, again. The firm, warm pulses so brutally precise that her teeth started to ache from clenching them.
The second orgasm ripped from her with a moan.
Nikolett sagged when it was over and he’d moved the water away, wrists starting to hurt in the cuffs. That sensation was faint and far away compared to the way she could feel her heartbeat in her clit.
“That’s two.”
Though she considered herself an intelligent person, it wasn’t until that moment that she realized the full extent of this punishment. He was going to force her to orgasm again and again. Each time, she would get only more sensitive, which would in turn blur the line between pleasure and pain.
Instead of pain morphing to pleasure, this covered the other end of the spectrum pleasure compounded until it tipped into pain.
“H-how many?” she gasped out.
Eric casually thumbed her clit, making her hips jerk. “As many as I think you need.”
“Sadistic bastard,” she muttered in Hungarian.
He replied in halting, but understandable, Hungarian, “Don’t be rude.”
Nikolett’s mouth fell open. “You speak—”
She never finished the question because the water was back on her clit. This time, she fought, twisting to try and shift the water if only for a moment. She was too sensitive; it was too much.
He slammed her back against the cold tile wall. The forearm of the hand spreading her open jammed hard against her midsection to keep her in place.
This was what it meant to be truly helpless. She could not move him. Could not fight him. He was in total control of her body. Could and would use his size and strength to make her do whatever he wanted.
All you have to do is say no, a little voice whispered.
That little voice needed to shut the fuck up because it was ruining the moment.
Pulse, pulse, pulse. The water hit her clit which felt swollen and abused. Deliciously so. She shook her head, as much as she was able, given that her arms were pressed against her ears.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You can.”
She was wound too tight, a spring that would break rather than release.
But then she did, the orgasm taking her entirely by surprise.
Nikolett screamed through her teeth, her thigh muscles trembling as her pussy clenched and pulsed.
When she sagged, he moved the water jets away as he had before, but this time, as soon as he put the shower wand down, he thrust two fingers up into her pussy. The final pulses of the orgasm had her clenching around him and the sudden fullness ramped the sensation back up.
“Eric,” she whimpered.
“Shhh, I know. I know, Nikki.”
He helped ease her foot off his leg. She brought her feet together, leaning back against the wall as she panted. Her closed legs added pressure against her clit, and that was almost too much.
Eric turned her so she was facing the glass shower door.
She heard the beeps as he adjusted the intensity of the wand before raising it to mid back and holding it there. Warm water sluiced down skin that had chilled against the cool tile walls.
Then he brought the wand down, pointing it between her cheeks. A second later, his hand followed, sliding up and down between the globes of her ass, his fingertips grazing her rear entrance.
Nikolett stiffened, only then remembering what he’d said—that he’d take her mouth again before her took her ass.
He’d just fucked her mouth.
“Shhh,” he soothed, kissing her lower back. “Not doing much right now. I came prepared, but everything is in my room.”
“Prepared?”
He moved away for a moment, and when he came back, she felt the rough texture of a washcloth circling around and over her ass cheeks.
“I have anal trainers with me.”
Nikolett tried to look back at him, but her arms were stretched too tight.
“What? You… What?”
“I bought them for this. For you. They aren’t part of my normal travel kit.”
“You bought… What did you say they were?”
“Anal trainers. Dilators.” He pressed the washcloth between the cheeks of her ass. She clenched her butt, trying to keep him out.
He set down the wand and smacked her ass in a hard, loud spank. It jolted her enough he was able to wiggle the washcloth where he wanted it, pressing it right against her anus as he started to rub in small circles.
It felt good. Really good. And not just because it was physically pleasurable.
She tried to take control of the situation, to change and negate his plan, and he’d stopped her. Showed her with a single spank that he would do whatever he wanted to and with her. There was peace in that.
“Butt plugs,” he explained. “In graduated sizes. They get progressively longer and wider. Both the bulb of the plug, and the neck—the part that actually holds you open. It will make sure you’re able to take my cock here.”
He pressed the washcloth hard against her, almost into her.
Then the washcloth was gone and it was his bare fingers rubbing and touching her there. Exploring.
“I’ve had a butt plug before,” she blurted out. “It wasn’t big, and it had a heart jewel in it.”
“Those are usually novelty items, not proper toys, though not always.”
The tip of one finger entered her. It was easy, slid in smoothly, thanks to the long, slow massage he’d been giving her there.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes. It made me feel…”
“Submissive?”
“Calm.”
“A butt plug makes you calm?” He wiggled the tip of his finger, making her aware of all the nerve endings inside that ring of muscle. “Your ass may never be plug-less again.”
He pulled his finger free.
“You can’t—”
“I can.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say.”
“Something along the lines of I can’t keep your ass plugged at all times.
I assure you, I can.” He turned her so her back was once more against the wall.
He was lathering his hand with a bar of soap as they talked.
“Not constant wear, no. But two hours plugged, three hours free, then three hours plugged…” He shrugged.
“I assure you I can and would set a timer and when it went off, I’d bend you over the closest piece of furniture and either remove or insert a nice fat plug. ”
He leaned in and kissed her belly button, then the skin under it, then her mons. He bit her there, gently, but enough she felt it.
“Or my cock, of course. Twice a day, we could skip the plug and instead, I’d take my time fucking your pretty ass.”
Nikolett was swallowing down the urge to beg him to fuck her ass right now, when he once more propped her foot on his thigh and reached over her leg to spread her labia.
Beep, beep, beep. He ramped up the pressure on the shower wand.
Nikolett stared at him wide-eyed. “Eric, no, I can’t. Not again.”
“You can.”
He brought the wand up, the spray directed at her inner thighs.
“Tell me to stop and I will. Always.”
“I can’t. I just came three times and—”
“None of those words were stop.”
Eric directed the spray at her clit. Nikolett arched her back, screamed, and started coming almost immediately.
Nine. Eric wrung nine orgasms from her exhausted body before finally declaring her sufficiently punished and carried her to bed.