TWENTY ONE
M y limbs suddenly went numb. There were moments where I'd completely dissociate and it's like my body wouldn't cooperate with my brain. It felt like I was watching my life play out in front of me, but I couldn't do anything.
Every feeling had been heightened and I stared into Nicolas' grey eyes, overcome by paralysis. Every breath I took, every blink, every second that ticked by, was in slow motion.
"If I have to repeat myself, the consequences won't be pretty, Gabriella."
"Nicolas, you can't be serious."
"Does it look like I'm joking?" The answer to that question was an obvious no. The look on his face told me everything I needed to know about the seriousness of the situation.
"We can't do this right now, not here."
"Oh, I think this is the perfect place for our unholy acts." He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged my head back, exposing my neck to him. I whimpered softly, closing my eyes when his lips connected with the sensitive skin. He sank his teeth into the flesh and my eyes nearly rolled back.
"Wouldn't you agree?" I wouldn't , is what I wanted to say, but my words failed me. "Where people could walk in at any minute, hearing you choking on my dick when they're passing by?"
"I believe I told you I'm not into voyeurism," I managed to say as blood rushed to my face, giving me hot flashes.
"I can be very persuasive," he said in that deep, sexy voice. "Now do what I told you to." With shaky hands, I undid his belt, never once breaking eye contact with him.
He removed his hands from the wall and held it behind his back, watching me with intent. I gulped, the only sound in the room was the clinking of his belt buckle. I pulled it through the loops and then slowly wrapped the leather belt around my neck.
Nicolas tied it tightly, but not tight enough to restrict my airflow. I gasped when the cool buckle touched my warm skin. The contrast between hot and cold made it difficult for me to concentrate.
I pulled down the zipper of his slacks and then slowly pushed the pants down his muscular thighs. His dick strained against his boxers and my eyes darted towards the door.
There was frosted glass, so nobody could see in, but Melissa or maintenance could arrive soon, and the last thing I wanted was to be caught on my knees.
As I lowered myself, I pulled his black boxers down and freed his erection. Heart palpitations and stolen breaths—that's what I experienced right now. My knees hit the cold tiles and I regretted wearing this skirt.
I peered up at him, eyeing him as he unbuttoned his shirt and opened it slightly to reveal his toned abdomen. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
It felt like my heart was in my damn throat. "Are you only saying that because I'm about to—" I couldn't finish my sentence because Nicolas grabbed my face roughly.
"Don't finish that sentence," he warned. "I'm saying it because I mean it, but you're always ready to test my patience, aren't you?" God, this man knew just how to get my blood pressure up. "Suck."
I inhaled deeply and softly exhaled. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and then covered the tip with my lips, holding it there for a few seconds before releasing it with a pop.
Nicolas groaned, looking down at me with furrowed eyebrows. "How does that feel?" I asked. He released my face and dropped his hands next to his sides.
"If I'm being entirely honest, the slightest physical touch from you could set me off, so that feels fucking good," he murmured huskily.
I repeated the motion, drool dripping down my chin as I focused on the head. I moaned around him, licking and sucking like my life depended on it. "Stop teasing me, mikrí petaloúda ."
"Do you want more?"
"You know I do," he groaned, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
I squeezed my thighs together as I took him into my mouth, stopping just before his dick reached my throat. I could feel the wetness in my lace panties and I whimpered as I moved my head up and down his shaft.
He moaned softly, holding my hair in a makeshift ponytail. "Take me deeper, I want you to feel me in the back of your throat."
He tugged the belt and pulled my head forward, pushing himself all the way into my throat. His words added fuel to the fire and I placed my hands on the sides of his thighs. I took him as deep as I possibly could, feeling him stretch my oesophagus.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and I gagged around him. "That's it. Fuck yes, my pretty girl," he groaned as he pistoned his hips forward. My head hit the wall and now I was trapped, forced to take everything Nicolas gave me.
He held my head in place, pummelling in and out of my mouth. "Tap my thigh if you can't handle it anymore, sweetheart." I nodded, whimpering around his dick.
"You look so pretty when you're on your knees for me getting face fucked, " he grunted, and all I could respond with was a pathetic moan. "Are you going to be good for me and take my come down your throat?"
I dug my nails into his thighs, nodding again. "Look at you now," he murmured, tugging on the belt again. "Can't say much when you're fucking gagging, can you?"
His movements were precise, rough, and I loved every single second of it. My chest burned as I struggled to inhale. I'm pretty sure my drool and tears were dripping onto the cream coloured tiles.
"Gabriella," he moaned. I never realised how much I loved hearing a man vocally expressing his pleasure until this very moment. He held onto the leather accessory, pulling it roughly just as my eyes drooped.
"Next time, I'll be sure to get you a collar," he groaned, fucking my mouth faster and harder. "I'm going to come," he grunted. With water filled eyes, I nodded.
I wanted to plead for it. Tell him there was nothing more that I wanted than for him to release every drop of his come into my mouth—down my throat.
It's like Nicolas could read my mind and did just that, wrapping my hair around his fist and holding my head in place as he pumped his orgasm down my throat.
Slowly, he removed his dick from mouth. "Swallow," he commanded. I obliged, allowing the come to trickle down my throat. "My sweet girl." It was only when he helped me up that I felt the pain in my knees.
"Next time I text you, are you going to respond to my messages or do you prefer my earlier reaction?" Both Gabriella and I had freshened up. We fixed our appearance because despite my taunts, the last thing I wanted was for anyone to know what just happened here.
We sat on the plush couch in the waiting area of her office. Her knees were still red so I placed my palms on them, softly caressing the skin. "If you think I'm going to complain about it or that my answer will be that I don't prefer your reaction—you're mistaken."
She looked down at where my hands were placed for a few seconds before meeting my gaze. I chuckled at her response. "You're too sassy."
"I don't see how that's a bad thing." She laughed softly and of course I admired her dimples. They just added to her youthful features and made her look absolutely adorable.
"Okay, so let me ask you this." I paused. "Do you enjoy being handled in that manner?"
Her eyes darted toward the door and she pursed her lips. "I don't think I should answer that question."
"Why not?"
"You might just take advantage of my answer."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "That's insulting."
"What is? "
"The fact that you think I'd ever take advantage of you." She gave me a regretful look as I continued. "I hope that you'd tell me if you ever felt uncomfortable and that I respect you."
"I didn't mean it like that." She fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "I meant you'd use it against me, but in a way that would leave me breathless. In a way that I'd enjoy."
"Then I'm assuming the answer to your question is yes?" She nodded, trying to avoid my gaze. "Look at me."
Immediately, her beautiful hazel eyes were back on me. "You need to believe me when I say that I'd never do anything you're not comfortable with. Do you believe me?"
"Of course, I believe you. I'd never want to be anywhere near you if I didn't feel comfortable with you. If I didn't trust you." The caressing manner in which I moved my hands on her knees and thighs came to a halt and I stared at her in disbelief.
"You trust me?" Her facial expression was almost quizzical at my question.
"Yes, Nicolas. I trust you." She smiled, and if I weren't sitting right now, my fucking knees would've given in. This woman made me weak and had me in a chokehold.
"I don't think you understand how much that means to me. Trust is something that you don't just give to anybody, so the fact that you're giving it to me makes me feel honoured, Gabriella."
She smiled before she paused. "I really am sorry, though."
"About what?"
"Not answering your text messages. I've been swamped with work, not to mention Asher's event. It's stressful. He's got a lot of influence in New York."
I'd completely forgotten about that. When I heard that Asher hired her I was shocked, but according to all of the feedback received from her clients, Gabriella had a knack for event coordination and always goes above and beyond when she's doing her job.
How do I know this? Research . Always research.
"Asher's not that bad. He only seems intimidating because he's being professional with you, but he's really laid back," I said, "when he's not jumping down our throats every second of the day."
"It's that bad?"
"Not bad . I suppose that's his work ethic, given the kind of tasks agents deal with on a daily basis. I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about and the event will be a success."
"You're so encouraging when you're not whispering dirty words into my ear."
I laughed and squeezed her thigh, making her gasp. "Just because I'm encouraging doesn't mean I won't pull you across my lap and spank that ass until it's marked with my hand prints."
Gabriella shivered slightly and I took this as an opportunity to move a little closer. The moment didn't last long because the door opened, which made her snap her head towards the direction of whoever entered.
Luckily, my back was turned so I could remove my hand from her thigh without them seeing the action. She looked at me like a deer caught in headlights and I turned around with a dashing smile.
"Oh, good afternoon, sir," her assistant said, and I smiled politely. Well, perhaps it was a half-smile, but the gesture was polite and that's all that mattered—even though the last thing I wanted to do was display any kindness towards women who weren't Gabriella.
This was her assistant, after all, and from the intel I gathered, she held the woman to a high regard. "Afternoon, Melissa." I stood up, nodding my head.
She was definitely flabbergasted that I knew her name. Gabriella followed my lead and stood up as well, standing directly next to me. "Melissa, this is Nicolas, a good friend of mine." She tugged on her skirt, pulling it down to cover her knees.
A friend? Out of all the terminologies she could've used, she chose the word friend . I gave her the side eye, but remained stoic. "Nice to meet you, Nicolas." Michelle smiled.
"Likewise." Melissa eyed us as if she knew something happened. I clicked the button on the side of my phone, the screen lighting up. "I should probably get going."
"Gabriella." I nodded, and she only smiled at me, staring at me with those gorgeous eyes. "Melissa." The woman blushed and bid her goodbyes. Images of Gabriella on her knees just moments ago flashed before my eyes and I already craved more.
It didn't help that I was constantly on edge and that my craving for her could never be satisfied. Never .