25. Marie
25
MARIE
POWER AND CONTROL
I can’t remove my eyes from the sight in front of me. Nico kneels by the dark leather bench, his head bent forward in submission, completely naked. I’ve never found him more attractive. I take my time letting my eyes roam over his body, full of tattoos of angels and demons, numbers on his legs, fire-heart on his chest. The bullet wound is unmistakable on his shoulder and I clench my fists so I don’t reach for him yet. He’s dangerous but so is the life he leads.
I envision myself licking the metal on his lips and going down and down. When I feel ready and steady, I look where I’m most curious and, like I suspected, his cock is pierced with a shiny loop of silver metal at the head. The more we wait in silence, the harder he grows, revealing three rows of barbells on the underside of his shaft, and I almost moan at the sight.
Feeling desire is something I’m not used to. The power I take from watching him in silence goes to my head in the most delicious high and I picture myself licking the metal there, too, as he struggles against the cross, leaking pre-cum and pathetically whimpering, begging for relief.
“He looks delightful when he submits, doesn’t he?” Damian asks and I nod eagerly. I almost forgot we had someone there with us. Conflicting emotions roll through me. One part of me is grateful someone can show me the ropes so I can give Nico everything he desires. The other is green with jealousy that this man has already done that for him, seen him like this, gotten his sweet surrender. Violence thrums in my veins but I rein it in, listening to the rational part of me. The primal one can wait until I get my footing.
“Sweet Nico here might be the most dangerous predator in the city, but he’s a sweet pet for us, aren’t you, Nico?”
“Yes, Sir.” Nico’s voice is rough and needy, spurring me into action. In three steps, I’m right in front of him, taking his chin and lifting his gaze to mine. “And you’ll be a good boy for us so we can give you what you want, won’t you, baby?”
The words tumble out of me, as easy as breathing. Better even because in this room, there’s no pretending, there are no demons. It’s just us and desire firing up our veins.
“Yes, Miss Marie,” he answers with no hesitation, eyes shining with something akin to adoration. It goes straight to my core and excitement bubbles inside me.
I turn to Damian, waiting for directions on what to do next. The man smiles gently at me, obviously enjoying his teacher position. “Settle on the bench for us, pet. Show us that pretty ass so we can turn it the perfect shade of red.”
Nico obeys while we wait, then Damian takes a leather object with a flat end that looks like it’s made for training with horses, not humans. He must read the question on my face because he talks without prompting.
“This is a riding crop, one of Nico’s favourite tools to start a session with. I enjoy it a lot as well and I suspect you will too, Miss Marie.” He hands it to me and I caress the black leather reverently. The surface is smooth and warm, the craftsmanship a signal of excellence. I’m not surprised Nico would choose such a tool. It speaks of his attention to detail and taste for luxurious and understated objects, just like in his house. Even though it’s the first time I’ve touched one, the object is familiar in my hand, it’s weight like an extension of my arm. I slap it on my fingers once and Nico shivers at the sound, goosebumps erupting on his backside and legs. I smile and bite my lip, looking to Damian for reassurance. “The honour is all yours, Miss Marie,” he says and I don’t hesitate before positioning myself on Nico’s side, where I can look at his face and still access his body.
The crop descends on Nico’s ass cheek in a beautiful arc that barely makes a sound. He exhales like that’s all he needs and I do it again, watching his body deflate and any lingering tension leave his limbs. It’s a sight to behold and I don’t stop, switching between cheeks and thighs until he starts to let out low moans.
“You can go harder, Miss Marie. Nico loves the pain, after all,” Damian offers and I try again. Nico’s exhales turn into pants and hisses, giving fuel to my desire.
A slight sheen of sweat coats my forehead and I’m growing wet under my jeans, searching for friction by squeezing my thighs together.
Observant and kind, Damian offers me to remove my clothes. “You can always pause the scene to take care of your own needs, Miss Marie. Have Nico wait and watch. He’ll enjoy it, I think.”
“I will, but not yet. And not with you present, Sir. This is only for his eyes.”
Damian makes a sound of approval at the back of his throat and Nico lets out a pathetic “Oh fuck, please” that makes me giggle. I’m on top of the world, nothing can beat this feeling.
Damian shows me different types of paddles, floggers and whips, detailing which have Nico’s preferences. As much as I want to dominate him, I want him to enjoy it and I keep getting attracted to the leather ones.
I pick up one with a lot of tails and proceed to spank Nico with it. His chants of yes and more and fuck fill the room and my brain, leaving space for nothing else. His ass is turning a dark pink and when I touch it, the warmth under my palm sets me on fire.
“Oh fuck yes, please, Miss Marie. Touch me,” Nico begs.
“Look at you, baby. Begging so sweetly for me.”
I don’t know where any of what I say is coming from, only that I need to praise him for taking all the pain so well for me. I knew he could but I didn’t expect to feel so proud of him. I kneed his ass cheeks and the back of his thighs, his head falling forward with a groan. “You did so good, baby. Barely moving while you took everything I gave you.”
“I want more,” he says with a strain and Damian clicks his tongue. “Don’t be fucking greedy. You take what we give you or you don’t get anything at all.”
“Yes, Sir. Yes, Miss Marie.”
“Get up,” Damian orders and Nico obeys, wincing slightly. It makes me want to hurt him more.
“I’d like to see him on the cross,” I say, barely containing the glee and anticipation.
“Go on, pet. You heard your girl.”
Nico steps onto the small platform on which the cross is laid out and opens his arms and legs to fit against the boards. I watch, panting, as Damian fastens him to it. He looks so perfect like this, bound and at my mercy. My nipples are tight peaks against the fabric of my bra, heavy with need. Nico’s eyes are solely focused on me and I preen under his attention.
I take hold of the riding crop I previously used and swipe it across his legs and pierced nipples in quick succession. His cock is hard and leaking. I approach him, like I’m under a spell.
“This is usually when I’d let one of his arms out of their bindings so he can touch himself. Or see if I can make him come just from the pain. But I guess since you can touch him, you might have other ideas.” Damian’s tone is salacious and I swipe my thumb on the head of Nico’s cock collecting pre-cum before sliding the digit into my mouth.
Nico’s usual whiskey eyes have turned dark with lust, his lips parted and fixed on where my thumb glides inside my mouth.
“I’ll take my leave now. You’re a natural, Miss Marie. Trust your instincts, check in regularly and use your safe word if you need a break or a renegotiation."
“Thank you, Sir.”
I barely hear Damian leave but when he does, the air changes between Nico and I, charged with possibilities, dark desire and hunger. I want him so badly, I could drink him down. I’m not interested in his pain right now, I want his pleasure, his cries, his moans, his sweet begging in my ears. I discard the crop and bring both hands to his body, gliding my fingers on his chest first, my fingers softly skidding across the raised skin of his scar.
Tentatively, I press a kiss on top of it. His nipples are pierced and I pull on them, pain and softness already entwined like I could train him to crave both if it’s at my hands. Nico’s brows tighten together and he groans. I replace my lips with my tongue, tasting the sweat on his skin.
I will never need another drink for as long as I can lick the salt of his skin.
“Colour?” I simply ask.
“Green.”
I let my hands descend on his body until I reach his cock and take it into my hand, caressing his sack with the other one. I have no clue what I’m doing but Nico’s right here with me. “Spit on it,” he begs.
I spit into my hand and return it to his cock, his length gliding perfectly into my tight fist.
“Fuck, this feels so good, Miss Marie. Please don’t stop.”
Incapable of helping myself, I bring my lips to his, kissing all his moans, and claiming them for myself. He tastes like desperation and if I weren’t so drunk on him already, I’d fantasise about bottling him up so I can indulge in it every night before bed. I want to own him fully so I drop to my knees in front of him, keeping my eyes locked with his. I’m still fully clothed while he’s naked and magnificent in front of me, ready to be used. I can’t rush this.
“Give me a colour, baby,” I ask softly. It’s one thing to kiss him, to hug him; and completely another to touch him so intimately when we’re both high on each other and the emotions running the show. I want to be so good for him.
“Orange. I don’t know how I’m gonna feel about this,” he admits and I pepper his thighs with soft kisses, eliciting a path of goosebumps straight to his pierced dick.
“I’ll go slow. Keep communicating with me, okay?”
He nods and I purse my lips. “Yes, Miss Marie.”
Slowly, as though he’d run away any minute, I bring my hands back up from his thighs to encircle his length and take a tentative swipe of my tongue along his slit.
“ Oh, shit —,” Nico swears, spurring me on.
I lick the pre-cum straight from the source again. It’s thicker than I thought it would be now that I’m getting more than when it was on my thumb. It’s also salty and something undoubtedly him . It makes my head spin, but not as much as his pleas do.
I let my instincts guide me as I lick a long line on the pierced underside of his cock, enjoying the split between warm flesh and cold metal. Using my hands, I continue my thrusting motion as I take my time to explore him with my tongue and mouth.
Before long, I slide his cock in between my spread lips. Only the tip. In and out until Nico squirms, almost screaming “green” at me, begging me to suck him deeper. I chuckle and indulge him, because he sounds so desperate and I’m curious how much more he can take, and how much more of him can fit into me. I go an inch deeper, then another until he hits the back of my throat and I gag, getting off him to cough. Not too deep, good to know. I’ll have to use my hands to reach where my mouth can’t.
From the sounds Nico is making, he doesn’t care so I don’t either. I guide him in and out of my mouth at the same time I play with his piercings with my hands, never going too deep.
I let my eyes roam over his face and body. His clenched fists are turning white but he keeps his gaze to me. He’s so beautiful on the brink of climax, so soft and different from the hardness he portrays to the outside world. And that vision is only for me.
In here with him, on my knees for his pleasure and mine, there is no place for grief or pain or anyone but the two of us. I’m the woman who gets to touch him, give him orders and make him come, and he’s nothing but the sweet man who only has to give it all to me. For the first time in years, I’m at peace. Ironic that it’s with a cock in my mouth, while on my knees ready to ask this man to come for me. Lisa would have been proud.
There’s no place for her here as I refocus on Nico, who’s an absolute begging mess.
Since it’s our first time, I don’t really want him to come inside my mouth. The unknown of how he would taste or how he would feel since we haven’t discussed consent before is too much so I stand and undo the bindings.
Nico sags and I bring us both to our knees.
“Be a good boy for me and show me how you touch yourself, baby. You have my permission.”
His hand squeezes his shaft before it moves up and down, adding a gentle twisting flick of the wrist on the downward motion. I watch, riveted, learning the reactions of his body. His abs clench slightly before he spills all over his hands and abdomen, throwing his head back on a low moan.
With his throat exposed, I lick the sweat off the column of his neck before we merge again in a deep kiss that steals the breath right out of my lungs. Our tongues tangle and he lets me choose our rhythm, submitting to me even then. The stomach flutters with butterflies.
“Don’t move,” I order as I get up. I remember he doesn’t like the feel of his cum getting cold on his skin so I grab tissues and clean him up, hoping this is enough for him, for now.
“I want to do the same to you,” Nico breathes against my lips when I bend down for another kiss.
“Nico, you don’t have to.”
“Please. Please let me eat you out, Marie. I feel like I could die if I don’t.”
I let the fact that he didn’t call me Miss Marie slide and stand, keeping him where he is. Then I discard my clothes and drape my body across the sofa, removing my ruined panties and letting them drop at my feet. Nico’s eyes are feral as they fall on the discarded fabric. I’ve never been so exposed, nor so powerful as when I open my legs and Nico whines.
“Crawl to me, baby, and make me feel good.”
Dutifully, Nico gets on all fours and crawls to me. His body is a masterpiece of shifting tattoos and glinting metal, a predator who allows me to own him. There’s no doubt in my head on who truly holds the power here, but the gift of his submission, making me feel like I ’m the one in control, allowing me to direct and decide is the sweetest gift someone has ever given me. The feeling in my stomach is back and now my chest joins the party, as though it expands to make a space just for him.
I straighten and take his chin in my hand again. “Whenever you need to pause or stop, use your words, baby. Understood?”
“Yes, Miss Marie. Now please , let me make you feel just a fraction of what you did for me.”
I recline against the back of the sofa and Nico doesn’t waste a single second, taking hold of my spread thighs and diving straight for my pussy. He takes slow licks at my entrance, tasting me, and I buck against his mouth.
Sharp intakes of breath are all I can manage as he moves over to my clit and sucks. Stars explode at the edges of my vision, my back bowing off the sofa. I’m not in control anymore as Nico does it again. I throw my head back and moan loud, my hands flying to grasp the strands of his dark hair to keep him exactly where he is. “Do it again!”
Nico groans and obeys. Tension coils at the base of my spine. He dips down until his tongue enters me. The sensation is foreign but so fucking good and he does it again, finding a rhythm between sucking my clit in between his pursed lips and entering me softly with his tongue. The harsh and soft dual sensations send me towards my peak. His hands caress every inch of me, grabbing at my soft stomach and ample breasts, his touch urgent yet reverent.
I come with his name on my lips, my body shaking with the strength of the euphoria spreading into the rest of my body in waves. It goes on for a while, pin needles on my scalp and panting breaths in my lungs.
Then, it recedes and I’m left exhausted. I look down to where Nico waits patiently for me, hands resting on his knees, the same droopy smile I’m sure I’m giving him as well.
“That was incredible. Thank you.”
I’m unsure how to end the scene or what to do, unease creeping into me but Nico picks up my panty from the side of the sofa and helps me get it back on. I wince at the wetness of them but I don’t have another set here. Nico hands me the rest of my clothes next, taking back over. His measured actions help me release the anxiety of not knowing what to do.
He stands and gets his own clothing on, the black jeans and tee fitting him perfectly. He looks like a dark prince of the night and if I didn’t experience the best orgasm of my life thanks to his submission, I wouldn’t believe that he is real.
He goes to a small fridge I hadn’t noticed and retrieves two bottles of water, giving me one and signalling to drink it with a tilt of his chin.
My mind is still high with oxytocin, my brain frazzled and not ready to get back to reality so I remain silent. But I’m curious. I want to know more about how it was for him. Is it always like this? Did he enjoy himself? Before I can overthink, Nico speaks.
“Thank you , Marie. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I think my soul left my body at some point.”
“I think mine did, too,” I tell him truthfully. “What happens now?”
“Now, we decide what we do for aftercare. We should have talked about this before but I was so eager I kind of forgot,” he says sheepishly and I find myself falling harder for him. Because I can be honest with myself. I’m falling for Nico Capaldi. And not just because of the sex. “I usually don’t require a lot of aftercare but Damian likes to put ointment on my skin after a harsh session.” I crinkle my nose at the mention of his business partner.
“You let him touch you?” I ask, sounding insecure. I don’t know why the knowledge that someone else can touch him when he keeps saying that I’m the only one makes me irrationally sad and mad all at once. He’s a grown man and he doesn’t owe me anything.
“Only during aftercare,” Nico says matter-of-factly. “And it’s more for his aftercare than mine. I allow it because it’s important for the dominant party to also tend to their needs. Damian’s caretaker personality requires that he makes sure I’m not gonna be in pain the next day and to show me that he isn’t a violent person.”
“Oh, okay. That makes sense. What do you require?”
“Mostly, to be left alone to process. But with you, I want to know everything that went through your mind. And that’s new. That will be an adjustment. What do you want?”
I ponder the question, looking around me. Now that the high is slowing, the room almost seems sterile and lifeless. The sofa underneath me creaks and I don’t like the sound, the jazzy music irritates my ears and I don’t like the colours of the rug under my feet. I also miss my daughter.
“I want to go home and maybe watch a movie? After, we talk?” I ask with a hint of insecurity. Nico takes my hand in his and kisses the back of it. “Then, let’s go, luna mia .”