Chapter One #2
“I’m going to need your consent to fuck you until we both come hard,” I whispered against her ear, my arm tightening around her waist as her legs weakened slightly. She hummed, her eyes closed, and she put her hand on my cheek again as she searched for my lips with hers.
Brushing my lips against her cheek, a growl rumbled through my throat again. “I’m gonna need you to say it, Nikki. Only once, then later, you can beg me.”
“Yes,” she hissed through her teeth, parting her lips, inviting my tongue into her mouth.
But she’ll have to wait.
“Good,” I hummed my approval as I moved away, chuckling at her frustrated sigh, before I led her out of the bar.
With one motion, Nikki threw her handbag to one side and her jacket to the other as we walked through the doorway of her small townhouse, squeezed between larger dwellings on either side.
Glancing around, I didn’t bother trying to contain my amusement.
The place was what I could only imagine as organized chaos.
Nothing appeared to have a place. Every surface was covered in clothes or papers and any other assortment of items you could think of.
Yet I bet if I asked her to locate an item, she’d know exactly where to go. It wasn’t dirty, only messy.
This chaotic woman and her chaotic home, I was digging it.
“Welcome!” Nikki cried, pulling her black shirt over her head without undoing all the buttons, revealing a sensible black bra that immediately drew my gaze.
She spun on the spot, stumbling over her feet and laughing before she grabbed onto the couch and attempted a seductive lean.
It didn’t work, looking as much like the drunk tilt it really was, and I chuckled while unzipping my jacket, folding it in half before draping it over the back of the couch.
“You…” she pointed dramatically at me, “… are wearing too many clothes.”
I let my gaze wander down her legs, taking in the fitted-into black jeans and low-heel boots. Approaching her, I placed a palm on her chest, and with a gentle push, she fell back onto the couch.
“Oh, any other day you tried that, I would’ve landed you on your ass.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” I said, unzipping her boots and sliding them off with her socks. Nikki lifted her legs and wiggled her toes in my face.
“Ooh, sweaty toes,” she said, falling back against the couch and laughing.
Smirking, I ran my fingers over the bottom of her foot, causing her to squeal and try to pull away, but I held on to her ankle, continuing to touch her sensitive sole until she kicked out at me with her other foot, landing a blow against my jaw.
“Oh my God, Cade, I’m so sorry.” She leaned forward and grabbed my face.
I rubbed my jaw, smirking, “Hell of a kick you’ve got there.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“I don’t think you could.”
She gave me another look of seduction, grinning. “That’s something we’ll put to the test another day. Right now, you need to get naked and get on the bed.”
Standing, I held out my hand, and after Nikki stood, she undid her jeans, shimmying out of them and revealing matching black underwear. She was lean and fit, and after we fucked, I thought I might take her up on her offer for a fight and see what she’s really made of.
Not tonight, though. Tonight was all about another form of pleasure.
She wanted to forget today.
I’d make her forget her damn name.
Nikki snatched my hand and led me to the small bedroom.
She fell back against the mattress, still laughing while I yanked my T-shirt over my head and tossed it to the side.
Once finished undressing, I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning toward Nikki as she sat up.
I moved in for a kiss, and playfully she tried to move away from me.
With a growl, I grabbed her, tangling my fingers through her hair and yanking her toward me, claiming her mouth with mine.
Her moans were delicious, and I wanted more.
My lip lifted into a snarl when I went to grab her harder, and she pulled away, standing and pushing a hand against my chest.
“Lean against the headboard,” she said. She was still chuckling, and I wanted to know what the fuck was so funny, but not as much as I wanted to bury my cock into her tight cunt, so the jokes could wait.
Begrudgingly, I did as she requested. I wasn’t one for taking orders, but she seemed determined, so I’d let her play her little game before I took control of her and showed her what true domination looked like.
The little minx climbed on top of me, guiding me to hold onto the headboard, my fingers curling around the cool metal of the bars. She was faster than I’d anticipated, and with a quick motion—I’m surprised she was able to pull off while intoxicated—she’d handcuffed me to the bed.
Smirking, I shook my hands slightly, the metal of the handcuffs rattling against the headboard.
Wait, metal? Not plastic, not cheap fake handcuffs.
“Are these real?” I asked her.
Nikki laughed again, nodding. The metal clicked a few more times as she tightened them before twirling the key in front of my eyes and placing it on the bedside table. “Yep, I’m a cop, remember?”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to use these for sex games.”
“Oh, don’t be such a prude.” She pouted.
She didn’t know why this bothered me so much. Fake plastic handcuffs I could break without giving it a second thought—anyone could break those. But metal, legitimate handcuffs, if I broke those as easily as ripping paper, there’d be questions.
And demons weren’t good with restraints.
Moving off me, she took her time removing her bra and panties, placing them with a flourish on the mattress next to me in an extra tease before she straddled me again, keeping her hips high so as not to allow my cock the sensation of her wet pussy lips on it.
A growl rumbled through my throat, and she licked delicately at my lips, nipping gently before moving away, not letting me kiss her.
Her scent was intoxicating. I needed to taste and touch her. I pulled against the handcuffs.
“This isn’t a good idea, Nikki,” I said, keeping my tone as casual as possible. She was giggling again as she traced her tongue along my neck and down my chest. I tightened my grip against the bars again. “Nikki, you really need to undo these.”
“Not until I’ve had my way with you.” She laughed.
Nikki traced her fingers down my chest and over the lines of my muscles, finding the V-shape that led to my crotch, and played with the spot. When she grabbed my already-erect cock in her hands, the metal headboard groaned, and she looked up, smirking at me.
I was going to break the damn bed if she wasn’t careful.
Summoning as much restraint as I could, I closed my eyes, moaning as she took me in her mouth, massaging the head with her tongue while she ran her hand up and down the shaft.
Her mouth was warm, her tongue working magic over the head of my cock, every brush of it making me jolt as I lost the battle against the urge to thrust into her mouth.
“Fuck...”
She hummed around my cock, the vibrations sending a new wave of sensation through my body. The headboard creaked again, and I released and flexed my fingers, trying to relax, only to grip the metal bars again when she started bobbing her head up and down in my lap with renewed enthusiasm.
“Nikki, please, you don’t know what you’re doing…”
She released my cock from her mouth with a pop and looked at me, frowning. Still stroking my length, she dragged her nails up the skin, rubbing the head with her thumb in small circles. When I groaned again, she said, “Excuse me, I think I know exactly what I’m doing.”
The muscles in my arms were twitching as I gripped the bars. “No, no, I don’t mean that. I mean the handcuffs, you need to let me go.”
“You’re really bad at relinquishing control, you know that?”
Lowering my head, I stared at her with a darkening expression. “You have no idea.”
She moved her face close to mine, making a snapping motion with her teeth as I leaned forward, trying to capture her lips for a kiss. “I think the lesson will be good for you.”
Her eyes shifted slightly out of focus as she dived down again, sucking my cock in long, deep pulls with her mouth. The sounds of metal scraping against metal either didn’t bother her, or she didn’t notice, and the headboard creaked and groaned as I pulled against it.
“Nikki…” I tried one more time to plead reason with her as I moaned, bucking my hips up into her mouth further.
She kept going, and I almost lost control.
Nikki sat up, straddled my legs, and laughed, her chin wet from saliva and pre-cum. With her head tilted back, she rubbed her nipples in front of me, the same shade of pink as the hue that marked her cheeks. She closed her eyes, moaning gently while her head lolled lazily to the side.
I wanted to touch her—needed it—because the restraints, coupled with the feel of her heat over my legs, was pushing me to my limit.
My demon was screaming at me to take control, to take her.
Her arousal was in the air, and her scent was driving me crazy, tugging at my willpower to keep my demon under control.
I didn’t want to hurt her or slip up with my strength and be too rough. I only wanted to bring her pleasure.
But these damn handcuffs.
I definitely didn’t do well with restraints.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
My pupils dilated when I realized what was happening only a split second before it played out. With a roar, I lurched forward, the handcuff chains snapping as I grabbed Nikki, catching her just as she passed out.