THIRTY THREE
N icolas and I laid on his bed, tangled in the sheets while we watched sports entertainment. “Now I know why you’re wearing a hoody.” He laughed.
I turned my head in his direction, faking a smile. “What are you talking about, young man?” I asked innocently.
“You’re trying to hide your obvious disdain and boredom. I know you’d rather us watch the crime and investigation channel.” I couldn’t contain my laughter, covering my mouth with my left hand.
“Not true. I’m enjoying this,” I said in between my fits of laughter. “Football is so interesting, so fun,” I said sarcastically.
He pulled the hood over my eyes and the action made me chuckle softly. I pushed the hood off completely, hitting him in the chest. “I promise next time we’ll watch a show of your choosing. You have my word, mikrí petaloúda .”
I gazed at Nicolas and really studied his facial features. He was definitely the most attractive man I’ve ever laid my eyes on, with his high cheek bones and sharp jawline that could cut through paper. His clean shaven face that had absolutely no blemishes whatsoever.
His lips were full and dark pink in colour, and every time he smiled, those perfect pearly white teeth made my heart stutter. His grey eyes hypnotised me every single time I looked at them and that soft, black hair was just urging me to tug on it.
My eyes travelled down to his bare chest. He hardly wore a vest or t-shirt to bed, because his body temperature was constantly high. I didn’t want to know what sleeping next to him would be like during the summer time.
My stare lingered on his bullet wounds and I caressed the skin. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly. His voice brought me back to reality.
“These scars,” I started. “They concern me.”
He furrowed his dark eyebrows, placing his hand over mine. “Why? They’re fully healed.”
“Yes, but just the thought of something like that happening to you doesn’t sit well with me. It makes me feel anxious,” I admitted. “Do you really have to go back to work?”
He smiled at me, squeezing my hand. “Yes, I do. It’s part of the job, that’s what we signed up for. It’s dangerous and we knew that from the very beginning.”
“Isn’t there another career path you could pursue?”
“I’ve got a degree in management information systems as well, but I’m not passionate about any other career.” He easily manoeuvred me, pulling me on top of him. I gasped at the sudden transition, straddling his waist. “Are you worried about me?” he asked, caressing the side of my thigh.
My ass was planted firmly on his crotch and I could feel his hardness underneath me. “Are you turned on right now, Nicolas?” My eyes widened.
“I’ve been turned on.” He chuckled softly. “Just being next to you is enough to get me heated. I can’t help it.” He played with my hair that I’d straightened earlier in the day. “You didn’t answer me question, though. Are you worried about me, sweetheart?”
I placed my palms on his toned, muscular chest. “Yes, I’m worried about you.” I looked at the scars again. “How long were you in hospital?”
“About a month,” he answered casually. The way he always appeared unfazed during serious conversations made my eye twitch. “I was in a coma for a week. The bullet in my chest just missed my heart by a few centimetres.”
My jaw dropped and I froze. “Nicolas.” My pitch increased slightly after hearing about his experience. “You could have died. How am I supposed to sleep at night when you return to work?”
“I’ll keep you company at night, then, if it’ll make you happy. And if you want, we can stay up all night long,” he said suggestively, squeezing my hips.
I slapped him on the chest with more force this time, making him cough softly and then chuckle. “Yet you have the nerve to say I’m the one that’s playful,” I scoffed. “I’m serious, Nicolas. I don’t want anything happening to you.”
The smile on his face completely vanished and he stroked my hair softly. “Do you trust me?” he asked gruffly.
“You know I do,” I answered almost instantly.
“Then trust me when I say nothing will happen to me,” he reassured me. “Three bullets later and I’m still here.”
“What about your anxiety? How are you feeling in that regard? Is there at least some progress, my love?” He nodded, twirling my hair around his index finger .
“According to my therapist, there’s been a lot of improvement, but I still experience anxiety attacks on the odd occasion.” He frowned. “Especially when I’m not with you. When I sleep alone I have endless nightmares, but when you’re next to me I sleep peacefully.”
“At least I’m helping with your mental health. That’s a good sign, right?” He smiled widely.
“Of course it is but…” he paused. “Even if you didn’t, I’d still be with you. Red is a good colour, so I love a woman who waves her red flag around.”
“Don’t say that.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re insufferable, I swear.”
“Am I now?” he mused, and that’s when a devious little thought crossed my mind.
"Yes,” she said, licking her lower lip. “There's something I've been wanting to try." Gabriella murmured, raking her acrylic nails down my chest. The sensation was overwhelming and made my senses go wild.
I looked at her intently. "What is it, sweetheart?" I asked, pushing the stray brown strands of hair out of her beautiful face and tucking it behind her ear.
"It might sound strange, but I'll need you seated on that chair." She pointed towards the chair in the corner of the room and my eyes flickered to it. I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering the woman had planned. "Naked."
I nearly choked on my own saliva, but the way she breathlessly mentioned the last word turned me into a submissive man. At this moment in time, I'd allow her to empty my fucking bank account and I wouldn't bat an eye .
"Shit," I murmured, caressing her cheek with my thumb. "I'll do anything for you, and just so we're clear, it doesn't sound strange. It's just unexpected."
She laughed softly and then bit her lip. "Can we do it right now?" she enquired.
"Is that even a question?" I slapped her ass softly, urging her to get off me so I could get into position.
When I climbed out of bed, I immediately stripped out of my boxer briefs. My cock was harder than a rock and we hadn't even done anything, but just her staring at me with those sultry eyes was enough to make me come.
I walked over to the chair, sitting down on it. I spread my legs, looking at my woman with desire filling every inch of my body. She got out of bed, gracefully stripping out of her shorts and hoody.
When she reached me, she placed her knee between my legs on the chair and hovered over me to whisper in my ear. "Are you going to be a good boy, Nico?" Fuck’s sake, this woman was going to be the death of me.
I reached out to touch her, but she quickly grabbed my arm and pushed it towards me. "No touching," she said sternly.
I groaned in frustration, feeling lust overflowing from my being. "Why the fuck not?"
"You didn't answer me," she mocked. "You gonna be good for me?" Oh, I knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to be the one in control. I didn't mind granting her that— for now.
"Yes, I will. Just for you," I said gruffly. She moved away from me and the loss of her body heat had me clenching my jaw in frustration. She hummed in satisfaction and stood behind me.
The lighting in my room was dim, but illuminated the space around us enough that we were able to see each other clearly. She touched my shoulders and my muscles tensed. She moved her hands downwards making me shiver.
"Put your arms behind your back," she instructed and I narrowed my eyes.
"What?"
She placed her chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear seductively, "You heard me." Fucking hell. Precum leaked from the tip of my dick. I was turned on beyond measure and frustrated as fuck.
"Fine," I gritted. "I'll play along." I followed her instruction, and then before I could comprehend what was happening, my hands were tied to the back of the chair. I tugged on the restraints and grunted.
"Now I know you'll stay put." Gabriella laughed mischievously. She was standing in front of me again, touching herself, letting her hands roam all over her body.
"Gabriella," I warned. "Get me out of this shit right now." She shook her head and pouted, slowly removing her underwear.
"No, baby, you said you'd be good for me, so just relax." She straddled me, ensuring that her bare pussy didn't touch my cock. She was teasing me, taunting me, and I was extremely close to losing my Goddamn mind.
"Was this your plan all along?" I tugged on the restraints again, feeling it loosen slightly, but it wasn't enough to set me free. "You plan to tease me?"
She began kissing my neck, my jawline, nipping at the skin while hovering over my aching cock. I was painfully hard at this point, wanting nothing more than to slam my cock inside of her and fuck her senseless.
"I'm not teasing you," she spoke against my skin, making me toss my head back. "I'm just indulging in some foreplay." She slid her wet folds onto my tip, moving back and forth .
Each time I tried thrusting upward, she'd lift her hips as well. "You're playing with fire," I gritted out, my blood sizzling beneath my skin. Frustration mixed with anger and arousal. It definitely wasn't the best combination.
"I've never been afraid of getting burned." I laughed humourlessly, trying to calm the fire raging within me. This woman was in a league of her own.
"You honestly have no idea what you're getting yourself into, sweetheart." My voice was hoarse. I tried to remain focused while she peppered kisses on the sensitive spots of my neck and continued to grind on me.
"It's a risk I'm willing to take, sweetheart ," she mocked me as I breathed heavily, biting my lower lip to contain my groans.
"You sure about that?" What she didn't know about me was that I've been trained to escape situations just like this. Not the sexual part of this encounter, but the restraints. "It's all fun and games now, but tomorrow, I'll have the last laugh when you're unable to walk properly."
Whilst Gabriella was too distracted, whispering sweet nothings into my ear and torturing me, my arms were almost completely out of what I'm assuming was one of my ties.
I'd give her points for her knot tying skills, but I'm afraid it could've been better. Tighter . More secure. However, I planned to demonstrate how to securely restrain someone in a few seconds.
She slowly lowered herself onto me and I tossed my head back. For just a moment, I lost my train of thought. She lifted her hips up and her warm, wet heat no longer surrounded my cock.
I groaned, clenching my jaw. "Nicolas," she moaned softly, repeating the motion. This time she lowered herself all the way until her ass touched the top of my thighs before raising her hips again.
My dick was soaked and my frustration had reached its boiling point.
"Can I tell you something?" I moved my face sideways, breathing into her ear. She shivered against me, digging her nails into my shoulders until the pain became a dull ache.
"Yes," she responded breathlessly, her beautiful eyes fluttering closed.
"The next time you pull a stunt like this," I paused, biting her earlobe, "please make sure you know how to restrain me securely." Her eyes shot open and she looked at me with a frown.
Within seconds, I hoisted her up. She yelped and gasped, letting out a soft whimper when I tossed her onto the bed. " Shit , Nicolas," she said softly, propping herself up on her elbows as she tried to move backward.
I gripped her ankles, pulling her towards me. "Where do you think you're going?" I mocked, watching her squirm. "Let me teach you how to make use of restraints, yeah?"
I had the material in my hand and easily pinned her wrists to the bed. Then I wrapped the tie around them, binding her hands together. Her weak attempts at trying to fight me was definitely admirable, but it was useless.
She groaned, clearly frustrated. "You can whine all you want, but I'm going to edge you all fucking night until you manage to break free." I tied the material to the headboard. " Bad news though, you won't be able to break free."
"No, no," she whimpered. "I'm sorry, please."
"Apologies are futile now, my love. You're always starting things you're incapable of finishing." She frowned, her chest heaving. "Get comfortable, because it's going to be a long night."