Chapter 7
7
NIKO
My woman is one of a kind.
She can be so eager to please me in any way I need while also knowing exactly when to demand I give her the same treatment. We work so well together. It’s what keeps me on the edge, always one slip of her tongue from bending her over my knee.
“On your back, Ivy. I want your tits bare and legs spread,” I order, pushing to my feet. She watches me, eyes glassy and cheeks pink, before slowly following my directions.
The baggy shirt she slipped on after our shower falls to the floor as she strips and settles on her back. Couch dipping beneath her, she sucks in a long breath and lets her neck curve over the armrest. I step behind her and stroke her cheeks before running my hands through her hair, teasing myself.
“Open your legs, Ivy. Show me how wet you are.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she purrs, rolling her head along the armrest and biting down on her lip, one leg falling to the ground.
I scroll my eyes down the length of her body before settling them on her bare pussy. The title she’s taken to using for me in these situations does something to me. It turns me into a savage beast that’s constantly one second away from devouring his next meal. The shine on her inner thighs forces a groan up my throat. My mouth waters, but I stay where I am.
“Touch yourself. Spread that cunt open and get ready for me.”
“I’m already ready for you,” she coos, hand already trailing down her belly.
“Prove it.”
I grind my teeth to dust as I watch her drag the tip of her pointer finger between her legs and through the mess of slick dripping onto the couch cushion.
Without needing me to demand it of her, she brings her wet fingers up to where I’m waiting. I lean forward and lick them clean before circling her wrist and holding it in place.
She tips her head back just enough for our eyes to clash. “Something wrong?”
“Gotta grab somethin’. Slide these into your pussy and stretch it for me. Don’t touch your clit. Leave it for me.”
“You give me so many orders,” she whispers.
“And you still don’t call me Sir.”
“Where’s the fun in that? I know you prefer something else.”
I hum, tugging at her hair just enough for her to feel it. Her grin is a stroke down my rigid cock.
“Doesn’t matter what you call me, Ivy. I’ll still know you’re mine once your mouth is full of cock and you can’t speak. Daddy is just a cherry on top.”
“Promises, promises,” she says on a sigh, yanking her hand free to glide a finger inside of herself. Her voice turns into a low moan. “Just hurry and put it in my mouth, Sir .”
My restraint wobbles as I give her head a final stroke and leave her there. Every step away from her feels wrong. My fingers curl as I enter the bedroom and dig through my bag for what I need. She cries out from the couch, and I shove my pants and briefs down my legs before heading back the way I came.
I knew she’d try to push me. She always fucking does. So, when I find her on the couch with a leg hooked over the back of it and both hands working her pussy, I grin.
Even if she weren’t so goddamn gorgeous, her confidence alone would have driven me to the brink. I’ve missed seeing this mischievous glow in her eyes and the dimple from her devious grins. This is the woman I fell in love with.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you wanted to be punished,” I muse.
The fingers rolling her clit speed up. Muscles quiver in her thighs. “Maybe.”
“You don’t even know what I have.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
I wrap one end of my leather belt around my knuckles while gripping the other and pulling it taut. The snapping sound barrels through the room, making her flinch.
Curiously, Ivy lets her head hang further over the armrest and focuses those blue eyes on the belt. Intrigue flares as her pupils expand.
“It was the belt or a collar. I figured we’d try the former and feel it out first,” I say.
She pushes out a heavy breath. “You want to collar me?”
“I’m tempted enough to try just once.”
Her chest quakes while she humps her hand and whimpers. “Do it, Niko. Wrap your belt around my throat.”
My cock drips from the tip, smearing precum along my stomach as I walk to her and stand in front of her hanging head. Ivy moans and instantly reaches for my shaft. Her fingers wrap around me, hot and firm, in control despite the reality of what’s about to happen.
“Are you sure?” I ask, framing her face with my hands.
The cold leather runs over her cheek, and she jerks, desire blacking out the blue in her eyes.
“Yes. I trust you.”
“If you don’t like it, tell me or slap my thigh immediately.”
“Okay.”
Our stares hold while I move the belt to the back of her neck. She sucks in a sharp breath but doesn’t pull back or demand we not do this.
I cautiously loop the end of the belt through the metal clasp and tighten it enough for it to bite into her throat slightly. She swallows, and her throat bobs against the leather.
“Good?” I murmur.
Her voice is tight but confident when she says, “Yes.”
I tighten the belt a bit more, pinkening up the skin around it. “What about now?”
She nods her head this time, slamming her fingers into her pussy at a furious pace.
The belt is loose enough that I can nearly slide the tip of my finger beneath the leather without much struggle but tight enough to bite. And her reaction to that is sexier than I could have ever expected.
Mouth falling open, she uses her hold on my cock to guide it to her lips. She darts her tongue out to catch the drop of liquid appearing before all I feel is wet heat. I growl at the expert suction she uses while working the bottom half of my shaft with her hand.
“Play while you have the chance,” I warn, holding back from thrusting my hips.
She moans around me, her eyes shut and fingers moving between her legs at an unsteady pace. The twin peaks on her heavy breasts glisten but don’t drip. I almost wish she hadn’t pumped after our shower. Having her milk dripping down her bare body right now might have been my undoing.
“Take a deep breath, angel.”
Without a moment of hesitation, she gulps in air. I’m grabbing the back of the couch and pushing forward before either of us can blink.
Ivy coughs at the sudden intrusion, tears spilling from beneath her closed lids. The tight muscles in her throat work around me as I retreat and then thrust back in, deeper this time.
She swallows, and I glide further, my balls smacking her face. Not even a second later, she has them in her hand, rolling them with the exact pressure she knows makes my thighs spasm.
The leather belt is hot in my sweaty grip. I’m intoxicated by the image it paints. Ivy’s mine. She’s my fucking woman. The mother of my daughter and the light on my life. And right now, she’s at my complete mercy. She’s mine to control and play with. Fuck me, that makes my blood sing.
“You’re a vision,” I grunt, working my cock through the constricting walls of her throat. “Not only am I so deep your throat is bulging with every thrust, but this collar . . . You’re mine, Ivy. Not just this throat or that sopping cunt you’re fucking. But this woman. All of you belongs to me, right?”
She rolls her hips, and I slap her thigh when she tries to pull her fingers free to pinch her clit. Her moan is deep and raw, desperate.
A droplet of milk cascades down her heavy, veiny breast. I release the couch and swipe the drop away with my thumb before bringing it to my mouth and groaning.
“Don’t know what tastes better. Your pussy or that milk.”
She can’t speak. I’m so deep down her throat that when I pull back, she has to gasp for air. Her cheeks are bright red, her lips swollen as spit drips down her face and coats my groin. I glide back inside, pressing down on her tongue.
“You want me to coat your throat, angel? Want my cum in your belly?” I ask tightly, heat smoldering in my groin.
She shakes her head as much as possible in this position. It’s not the response I was expecting, so I pull back, a brow raised.
“No? You want it somewhere else?”
Her voice is raw. “Please, Niko.”
“Please what?”
“Come inside of me,” she begs, yanking her hand out from between her legs to show me how wet her fingers are. “I need more. Need you inside.”
I move down the couch and yank on her thighs, forcing her down onto the cushions. “If you want me to get you pregnant again, just say so.”
The leg she has thrown over the back of the couch gets shoved up her body while I guide the other to bend at the knee. She’s dripping down her ass and so, so swollen. I’m a few strokes away from coming, and I know from one look at her puffy slit that she’s even less than that.
The belt around her throat is even prettier from this angle. It’s the perfect accessory as I line us up and shove the entire length of my cock inside of her at once. I black out as I bottom out and hiss at the tightness in my balls.
“Niko!” she cries out, her walls fluttering. “Fill me up. Please. Please!”
I lean forward and press my palm to her belly, hammering into her. “Wanted in your ass, but I’m gonna fill your womb instead, angel. You’ll be fuckin’ pregnant again before we leave this place.”
“Yes!”
It’s hopeless to hold back. She comes wrapped around me, and I follow a breath later. Spurt after spurt of cum shoots from my cock, filling her up just as I promised. It leaks out when I keep fucking into her, and I focus on it with a raw, caveman desperation.
We both know there isn’t a chance we’ll have another baby. It’s all fantasy. That doesn’t make it any less sexy, though.
“Take the belt off, Niko,” she whispers, gliding her nails lightly down my arm.
I jerk into action, pulling out and rushing to her side. Once I loosen the belt and slip it off, I notice the red ring around her throat and wince. With my touch gentle enough to hardly feel her skin beneath my fingertip, I trace the red lines.
“Did I hurt you?”
She rolls her eyes, lips tipping up at the corner. “You never have and never will hurt me.”
“Just makin’ sure.”
“I think you get kinkier every time we have sex.”
“Fuckin’ apparently.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it? We’ll never get bored of one another.”
“Was that a concern of yours?”
Pushing up onto her elbows, she wiggles her brows. “Maybe.”
“Didn’t you learn your lesson yet?”
“Oh, I learned it a long time ago. I just really, really love getting under your skin . . . old man .”
“I’ll give you three seconds, angel,” I drawl.
Her eyes blaze with mischief as she slips off the couch, watching and waiting for me to pounce. “Are you sure you can spare that?”
The moment I shift on my knees, she takes off, leaving nothing but her beautiful twinkle of a laugh behind her. And fuck me, that sound never, ever gets old.