Chapter 14 #2
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say my name like this for so long,” he says. “Knew you’d sound so pretty begging for me. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? And the best part is… you’re all mine.”
I nod mindlessly, my hips jolting against his hand as I ride his fingers. “Yours,” I promise. “Yours.”
It’s impossibly intense, and I’m not stupid enough to think that it’s only because I haven’t gotten laid in a while.
It’s because it’s Nick.
On top of me, inside me, kissing me while he murmurs patronizing affection right into my mouth.
He’s all-consuming, wrapping me up in the very fabric of his being as he works me open on his fingers.
A third finger slides inside of me, and I wail, clutching at his broad shoulders and babbling out incoherent pleas for more.
He doesn’t stop until he can fit his pinky in too, the widest part of his palm stretching me so far it feels like I’ll break.
Just as the pleasure starts to become unbearable, an orgasm creeps in around the edges of my consciousness, and he stops. His free hand falls over my throat, keeping me pinned in place as he slides his fingers free of my aching core, making sure I hear the filthy sound of my excitement.
I sob at the emptiness, looking up at him in betrayal.
“Oh, poor thing,” he croons, a wicked grin on his face as he pulls back. “You’ll survive, Princess. You’re going to come on my cock.”
I shake where I lie as he steps away, my body so overstimulated and still wanting more. He watches me like a hawk as he makes quick work of his clothes, shrugging his jacket carelessly onto the floor before he begins plucking at the buttons of his shirt.
My mouth waters at the expanse of his muscled chest being exposed inch by inch, a light dusting of dark hair between his pecs. It thins down into a dark trail that meets the hem of his slacks.
I’ve never wanted to worship someone before in my life, but fuck if he doesn’t look like a god.
It only gets better as he tugs at his belt, the movements so simple and yet so erotic when combined with the fact that he’s shirtless and staring at me like he wants to eat me alive.
The belt slides free with a hiss of leather against fabric, and my mind flits back to the sound of that man getting hit with a riding crop earlier.
What would the snap of his belt feel like against my ass? How long would the marks last?
My thoughts are interrupted when he thumbs open the button of his slacks and pulls down his fly, baring the massive bulge in his boxers. I swallow heavily as I watch him push his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, stepping free of his shoes and socks as well.
He’s huge. The kind of huge I didn’t think existed outside of carefully angled pornos, framed by a neat thatch of dark hair.
It hangs down against his thigh even when he’s hard, too big to stay up against his stomach under its own weight.
My heart skips several beats when I realize that’s going to be inside of me.
Suddenly, the fingers he fucked me open with don’t seem like enough.
He grins at me like he knows exactly what’s going through my mind, but doesn’t give me time to say anything before he grabs me by my hips and yanks me to the edge of the bed.
His mouth crashes into mine, violent and demanding, as he strips my dress off along with my panties.
The cool air hits my naked skin, causing a shiver to rush over me, but it’s nothing compared to the tremble that rushes through me when he steps back again, both of us naked and out of breath.
“Hands and knees,” he instructs, just as authoritative as he is in the boardroom, only now all of that attention is focused solely on watching me get into position for him.
I scramble to flip over on my stomach, raising my hips toward him and arching my back in an appealing curve. He makes a dark, approving little sound, but his hand crashes down on my ass in a sharp spank. I jolt, exhaling heavily as he rounds the bed to kneel in front of me.
“Face the mirror, Miss Morgan,” he instructs, nodding his chin over my shoulder. “You’ve got a show to put on.”
My breath catches in my lungs at the reminder, and I glance behind me to see our reflections staring back at me. There’s no way to know who’s on the other side, if anyone is at all.
I feel my pussy clench in desire at the thought of someone seeing me like this.
Fuck.
I spin to face the mirror, watching the way Nick’s eyes travel over my body as I do. His hands fall onto my waist as he pulls me further back, pushing me exactly where he wants me. I shiver at the sight of it.
He looks so much bigger than me, his chest a broad wall of muscle and his hands nearly meeting around my waist. His hair is dark in contrast to the chestnut brown of my own, and he looks powerful. Strong. In control.
He slides one hand up from my waist to fist in my hair, meeting my eyes in the mirror as he tugs me up far enough to scrape his teeth over my jugular again.
I whine at the sensation, my eyes rolling back in my head when I feel the blunt head of his cock resting against my pussy. He’s going to tear me in half, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it.
“Say please,” he whispers into my ear, holding me still by the hand in my hair.
“Please,” I whimper.
A breathless laugh falls from his lips as he presses a kiss to my cheek before dropping me back down to the bed. I manage to catch myself on my hands just as he takes hold of my waist.
He thrusts deep with one brutal, unwavering roll of his hips, and before I have a chance to take a breath, my orgasm slams into me.
It comes out of nowhere, white-hot pleasure searing up my spine when he bottoms out.
All I can do is shout as my whole body tenses up.
Nick grunts, his hips jerking forward instinctively as my pussy flutters around him.
“Just like that?” He laughs, just on the right side of mean even as his lashes flutter in pleasure.
“Nick,” I whine, unable to come up with anything other than his name as I shake through the aftershocks.
“Hush, baby, I’ve got you.”
His hands clamp down hard enough to bruise as he starts up a brutal rhythm, pulling almost all of the way out before slamming back into me on every thrust.
It has my head spinning—too much too soon after an orgasm I wasn’t ready for, but he doesn’t slow down for a second. He fucks me like a doll, yanking me back and forth over his massive cock as quiet noises of pleasure drip from his lips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, grinding deep inside of me. “So tight and wet around my cock.”
I whimper in overwhelmed bliss, my arms shaking and my fingers curling helplessly in the dark silk sheets.
Nick moans as he carves a place for himself inside of me, stretching me out to fit every last inch of his cock.
I drop my head down between my shoulders as I moan breathlessly, my hair hanging like a curtain over my face.
“Keep that head up, Princess,” he taunts, not slowing his thrusts for a second. “Let everyone on the other side of that mirror see just how well I fuck you. Show them what they can’t have.”
The reminder of our potential audience jolts through me like lightning, and I raise my head to stare at our reflections. He chuckles as I clench down around him, his grin dark and dangerous in the mirror.
His muscles bunch as he fucks into me, nails digging into my skin.
I can’t take my eyes off him in the mirror, the flush across his face and the sweat glistening on his chest as he takes me apart piece by piece.
It feels like the whole world is shattering around me, broken by the pleasure lighting up every last one of my nerve endings.
My orgasm gives me more warning this time, building low in my gut as he hits every single spot inside of me that makes me shake.
I push back into his thrusts, panting out broken pleas.
“Yeah, that’s it, such a good girl for me.” His thrusts start to lose their rhythm, his hips grinding harshly against mine as blissful pleasure creeps up on both of us. “You ask for permission before you come, got it?”
I nod, a hoarse shout tearing from my throat when my arms fail me, sending me tumbling face-first into the mattress. It only serves to get him impossibly deeper inside of me, and he moans as his thrusts quicken.
“So close, Nick, I can’t,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back into my head as he pins my shoulders down against the mattress. “Fuck, right there, yes, please! I need to come, please let me come on your cock, I—”
He cuts me off by reaching around to slide his fingertips over my clit, starting up a vicious pattern that has me tensing in bliss immediately.
“You can come,” he says, the words trailing off on a moan. “That’s it, come for me, Riley.”
My peak hits me before he even finishes speaking, my whole body tensing as pleasure burns through me. I wail out a garbled attempt at his name as my vision goes white with bliss.
Not even ten seconds later, he slams as deep into me as he can get and stills, a broken groan falling from his lips as he lays his forehead between my shoulder blades.
I can feel every hot pulse of his cock as he fills me up, come coating the walls of my pussy and leaking out around the base of his cock.
He peels one hand off my hip to tangle our fingers together, squeezing my hand wordlessly as we pant raggedly.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers, peppering exhausted kisses over my bare shoulders. “My good girl.”
I nod, too tired out to do anything but agree.
“Yes… I’m yours.”