CHAPTER 33
NOW
NICKY
I’m slow to undo my belt, eyes transfixed on the floor before me as Daph seductively crawls along on her hands and knees. She crosses over onto the carpet—that ugly overpriced sheepskin rug I jokingly added to her registry—and yet, somehow her naked body makes it look like a stunning piece of art.
She glides through the soft fur, her golden skin shimmering in the candlelight as she continues in her approach. At long last, she reaches me, rising up to her knees as she grips hold of my belt buckle, pulling the leather free from the loops of my pants.
Desperate to feel her, I reach out, my hand stroking the side of her face before tucking several of her deep auburn curls behind her ear. Though she shivers from my touch, it doesn’t seem to distract her from her mission to free me from my slacks. With nimble fingers, she undoes my zipper before reaching in to pull my painfully hard cock free from the confines of my boxer briefs.
The sensation of her gripping my dick elicits an involuntary moan from the back of my throat. I drop my head back, inhaling deep greedy breaths as she begins to stroke my shaft. My hips flex up, the shallow but eager thrusts working in tandem with her hand.
Daph smiles, her smirk sly and seductive as she begins twisting her hand on the downstroke, and the prolonged low groan that slips free from the pleasure a simple hand job is bringing me is fucking embarrassing.
“You okay, soldier?” She chuckles, her eyes appreciatively assessing my awestruck face.
“Yeah.” I pant, eyes slipping closed as I allow the sensation to envelop me. “It’s just been a minute.”
She snorts, shaking her head as though dismissing what I’ve said. “I would love to hear what your definition of ‘a minute’ is.”
“January.”
Thatgives her pause. Daph goes rigid, her naked body still kneeling between my legs, hand wrapped around my shaft mid-stroke as she seemingly struggles to process my confession.
“You’re telling me you haven’t had sex since January?” My eyes remain fixated on where she’s still gripping my cock, desperate to have her resume.
“I’m telling you the only person to even look at my dick since January is me.”
“Why?”
My brow arches, my chin dipping down to gesture toward our current predicament. “You really want to have this conversation now?”
She continues to stare at me, her eyes devoid of any form of humor as she settles back onto her haunches. Her fingers loosen their hold, slipping free of me entirely before resting her palm on my thigh.
Guess now’s as good a time as any. Planting my hands into the cushions on either side of me, I’m able to maneuver myself into a more suitable sitting position for our talk, though my dick still awkwardly stands at attention between us. There’s no way to safely tuck nine inches of fully erect granite away, so until he calms the fuck down, he’s gonna have to remain on display.
“It’s pretty simple, demon. Nothing’s ever topped our sex life. I got tired of the continuous disappointment that accompanied any effort to try.”
“That makes no sense,” she argues. “You and I have been fucking around for years. Never seemed to slow your game down before.”
“There was never any game to slow.”
Daph eyes me with rapt attention as a thousand questions pass across her face, each one a silent plea to strip away another mask I’ve spent a lifetime hiding behind. And for possibly the first time in my entire existence, I surrender it to her willingly.
“October 17th,” I begin. “It was the night of your Senior Bonfire, but I didn’t get back from the city until after midnight, so it was technically the 18th. It was the first night you and I ever spent together.”
“I remember.”
“Daphne.” I scrub a hand over my stubbled face, fighting the urge to crawl out of my skin at the realization of what I’m about to say. “Last July was the first time in almost four years that I’ve had sex with anyone other than you.”
She tenses, her fingers digging into the muscle of my thighs. “How is that possible?”
“How is it not?” I challenge. “With the exception of the last year, you and I were consistently fucking on the regular. Even after you got with the douche, we never made it more than a couple of months without circling back to each other. Then the jackass proposed…”
My mind drifts back to the night she showed up at my house, my eyes instantly drawn to the monstrosity weighing down her finger.
“Tell me to say no,” she whispered, tears spilling from her eyes.
I forced my face to remain neutral as the need to reach for her grew to such intensity, I turned to walk back inside just to escape it. “Do what you gotta do, demon.”
“If you do this.” She ran to catch up with me, positioning herself between me and the door. “If you walk away from this—us—we’re done.”
I stared down at her, my cold expression appearing unmoved by her small sobs as she begged me to fight for us. Instead, I simply said, “Congratulations, Daph. Or should I say, Mrs. Devoreaux.”
I didn’t look back as she ran to her car. Didn’t so much as chance a glance until the whir of her engine faded in the distance. She barely made it round the bend before I was puking in my bushes.
“After you got engaged, I dedicated a solid four months trying to actively fuck you out of my system. The two after that? I dicked around when the need struck. You know what I figured out?” My eyes lift, suddenly refusing to shy away from her fully engrossed stare. “Any woman I meet isn’t going to hold a candle to you, and it seems cruel to keep setting them up for failure.”
The room falls silent between us, save for the whispered crackling of the candles she has lit on the end table off to the side. It stretches on, marked only by our measured breaths, with mine growing more erratic as my anxiety begins to swell.
I wish I could decipher what she’s thinking. Anything to provide me some form of guidance on how to proceed, other than sitting here quite literally with my dick in my hand waiting to be rejected. The walls begin to wobble, attempting to converge upon me, making it difficult to breathe. My mind counters, beating back any emotion that threatens to paint me as vulnerable, closing me off in the process.
“So, there it is, Daph,” I state coldly, shifting toward the edge of the cushion to stand. “The truth. Do with it what you will.”
Daphne’s hand shoots forward, planting against my chest where it momentarily lingers before her other comes to land beside it, pushing me back into my reclined position.
“What are you doing?” Her hands shift downward, my eyes tracking their descent as every inch they cover works to return my dick to full mast.
Daph lowers her head, never once breaking our gaze when she takes me in her hand. “Let’s skip to the good part, Nick. One thing you can feel.”
She guides the head of my dick to her lips, her tongue sneaking out to lick at the small slit. The sensation has my cock jumping in response, a bead of precum forming at the tip. Daph smiles, stroking upward as she milks another drop from me before suctioning her mouth around the tip.
“Fuuuck,” I hiss as her tongue swirls around my crown. Daphne’s mouth is on my cock. She’s sucking my dick. Jesus fucking Christ, I never thought I’d ever get to experience this ever again. Part of me wondered if I’d exaggerated the memories, if maybe I’d built all this up in my mind where my fantasies surpassed reality.
Nope. If anything, the memories of what we had paled in comparison—an obvious defense mechanism to keep me sane while forced to live without this. She dips low, swallowing me as the muscles at the back of her throat constrict around the head of my dick, and I see fucking stars. They explode behind my eyelids, destroying any delusional ideals I’d constructed in my mind that we could somehow be friends.
Fuck friendship. I hope she appreciates the consequences of her actions because, moving forward, Daph is never going to be on her knees for another man. No one else will ever know the feeling of her warmth wrapped around them, or what her face looks like when she’s coming undone.
I’ve always known Daphne is mine. It’s time to stake my claim.
My hands reach up, allowing my fingers to weave themselves into her soft curls as I lightly stroke her scalp. She hums around my shaft, earning a series of sweet, whispered praises that cause her to light up like the sun. She picks up the pace, her cheeks hollowing out when she increases her suction.
Gathering her hair at the back of her head, I begin to twist, wrapping it around my fist several times and pulling tight. Once she’s secured in place, I begin driving up into her warm wet mouth, her subtle intermittent gags spurring me on when I hit just the right spot at the back of her throat. My tempo increases to a punishing pace, my grip on her hair tightening as I chase my release just to the precipice, only to edge myself when I back off before the fall.
I can’t allow myself to come yet. Not when I have so many plans for the two of us tonight.
Daph sits up as far as my hold will allow, swiping the spit from the corners of her mouth. “So, you do remember how to fuck my face. Thought maybe you were losing your edge.”
My smartass little demon wants to play. All right, baby, we’ll play.
Fisting her hair once more, I shift her back onto her haunches, allowing me to rise from the couch. Daphne stares up at me as I paint her lips with the saliva she’s left from choking on my cock, undoing any previous efforts she made to make herself more presentable.
“Did you just mouth off to me?”
Her expression morphs to one of innocence, blinking up at me with wide doe eyes as her bottom lip juts out into a pout. “We can’t have that now, can we, sir?”
She wants to be punished. A spark of excitement ricochets throughout my body as my mind quickly runs through the countless lessons I’m desperate to impose. So many times she’s defied me over the last year and I was forced to simply watch her walk away unchecked. While we won’t get to everything tonight, we’ll most definitely be making up for lost time.
Tracing my thumb along her swollen lips, an image comes to the forefront of my mind.
“You remember the present I gave you two Christmases ago?”
Her eyes blaze with a fever that’s borderline feral, letting me know she remembers exactly what I’m referring to.
“Do you still have it?”
She’s quick to offer an eager nod, the movement interrupted when I grip hold of her chin.
“Have you ever used it with him?”
“Never.” The playfulness slips from her eyes, letting me know she’s serious. “I swear. I would never do that to you.”
“Get it,” I command, pleased with her answer.
Daphne scrambles to her feet, hurrying down the hallway, only to return seconds later clutching a small box. She brings it to me, the plastic still intact, proving she’s never used this with anyone.
I sent this to her two years ago as a gag gift—no pun intended. She’d directed some smartass comment to me during Thanksgiving at my parent’s place and I’d commented how if she couldn’t control her mouth I’d get her a muzzle. I can’t believe we’d never gotten around to using it. That’s a mistake I’ll be correcting tonight.
Pulling at the plastic, I flip open one side of the box, pulling the silicone ring free from inside. It slips out, connected on either side to a set of leather straps, which fasten with a buckle at the back of the head.
“Come here, baby.”
She steps forward, opening her mouth without further instruction when I raise the ring to her lips.
“Good girl,” I praise her as I place it between her teeth, her jaw tensing when she attempts to bite down to test the resistance. There’s no give, the confirmation making my cock throb with anticipation. Slowly shifting to stand at her back, I secure the buckle behind her head, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before turning her to face me.
I’ve never seen a more erotic sight—Daph standing completely bare before me, mouth forced open by the ring, her tongue awkwardly fighting to swallow the spit already pooling in her mouth.
“Don’t.” I shove two fingers inside, pressing her tongue flat as drool spills from the corner of her mouth. “Let it fall. I want to feel all of it when I’m fucking your throat. You understand me?”
Her cheeks heat with embarrassment—the sight somewhat endearing—yet she nods, albeit hesitantly. Removing my fingers, I allow my gaze to travel the length of her, my stare lingering appreciatively when it returns to her face.
“Remember our first night together…when I told you that you’re prettiest when your smartass mouth’s shut?”
She nods again, the innocent gesture causing another line of drool to slip free, snapping me into action. “I fucking stand corrected.”
Bending down, I take her out at the legs, tossing her up and over my shoulder as I stride toward her dining room, depositing her atop the head of the table.
“Is this where he sits?”
She glances down at first, then back over her right shoulder to further assess her position before confirming with a dip of her chin.
“Good.” My right arm wraps around her shoulders as my left swoops behind her knees. In one quick fluid motion, I reverse her position, so her feet are now pointing away from me while her head hangs off the end of the table.
I step to the side, repositioning her feet so they’re planted flat atop the table, propping up her knees while ensuring her legs are spread wide. Standing back, I marvel at the sight of her laid out before me, only to realize she’s too beautiful to appreciate from only one angle.
I round the end of the table, stroking myself as I stop to admire how pretty that little pussy of hers is before I continue on, circling around to her side. My hand drifts out as I pass, connecting with the silky-smooth skin of her leg, gliding up and over her knee, around the curve of her hip, along her ribs, and coming to land on her right breast. I squeeze, her back bowing as she whimpers from the pain while her legs snap together in search of some form of friction for her core.
“Those are my fucking legs. Open them!” I bark, and she instantly complies. Releasing her, I resume my position at the head of the table, her upside-down face now level with my cock.
“If it’s too much, tap my thigh. Do you understand?”
In lieu of nodding, she grabs my cock, stroking me twice before I swat her away and drive into her mouth. I stare down at her, captivated as every inch of my dick disappears as it passes through the wide-set black ring. With the angle at which her head’s positioned, I’m granted an unobstructed view of the slender column of her neck, mesmerized at the sight of her throat flexing around my shaft as she struggles to take me.
I thrust an inch deeper, and she gags, prompting me to pull back when she begins to cough. My fingers curl around the edge of the table as my dick slips free, leaving a trail of spit connecting between my crown and her mouth.
So fucking sexy.
My hands migrate to the back of her head, supporting her neck until her coughing subsides. Daph glances up at me, her face streaked with tears, though holds no hints of sadness.
“You okay, baby?”
Her arms shoot up over her head, answering me by gripping hold of my hips and pulling me back into her. Her nails dig into my ass as she sets the pace, and I drive into her, matching her steady rhythm with my thrusts.
My palm skates out over her chest, in between her breasts, gliding down her stomach, and coming to settle between her legs. She’s soaked, the length of my middle finger easily slipping between her folds, gliding up and down her slit before circling her clit.
Daphne moans around my cock, the vibrations so powerful I almost come right down her throat where I stand.
I shift forward, my dick inadvertently slipping deeper as I close the distance between my mouth and her pussy, though she never taps out. A quick assessment to ensure I’m not suffocating her, and I lick up the length of her slit, my eyes rolling back into my head at the first taste of her sweet center.
Holy fucking shit, I forgot how good she tastes.
I lick her once, twice, three times as I pull her lips apart, exposing the pretty pink of her pussy and inhaling her scent. I trail two fingers through her wetness, circling around her clit before dipping low and thrusting inside her. A choked sound strangles within her throat, her hips lifting in search of my mouth, which I suction overtop her clit as I greedily swirl my tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
My fingers continue to fuck her impossibly tight hole, her body quivering as I lap at her pussy, all the while still fucking her face. Daph’s hands shoot forward, palms flattening against the table in effort to stabilize herself as her entire body spasms beneath me. Her pussy constricts around my fingers, and I push up, bringing my other hand to rub frantic circles overtop her clit just as she explodes.
Daph convulses, spraying her release halfway down the length of the table. I pull free of her mouth, her screams fueling my desire to stroke her faster, desperate to prolong her climax as long as possible while her pussy continues to squirt.
After several more seconds, her orgasm subsides, leaving me to stare down as her with awestruck eyes.
“Get up!” I bark, a primal need seizing any sense of control. Pulling her up to sit, my fingers frantically work to free her of the buckle before carefully removing the gag. Once it’s free, I toss it to the side, pulling her widened legs to the edge of the table and slamming inside of her tight heat.
Daphne screams at the intrusion, her tight channel threatening to instantly milk every drop of cum from my cock.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, tightening my grip on her ass. “Have you had sex at all since the last time we fucked?! How are you this goddamn tight?”
“You want to have a conversation or you going to fuck me?”
A growl tears from my throat as I force her legs around me, scooping her from the table and carrying her to that atrocity of a rug her soon-to-be ex loves so much.
Trust me, I’m about to love it a lot more.
We drop down, her body still wrapped around me as I lay her back against the floor. Leaning forward, I drop my lips to hers, my tongue massaging her own as the tip of my cock finds her entrance once more, weeping to be inside her. I push forward, sliding in to the hilt as my forehead presses to hers.
“You’re perfect, you know that? So goddamn beautiful.”
Hands rising to frame my face, she pulls my head from hers. “Do me a favor? Don’t say things like that to me right now.”
My brow furrows, my mouth opening to question her when she presses her finger to my lips.
“You want the next two months leading up to the wedding? They’re yours. But don’t get sweet on me now. Don’t get me used to something I just have to give up in the end. Deal?”
Bullshit. I want to tell her there will be no fucking wedding. If I have to kill that motherfucker myself and hang his rotting corpse in the middle of Queen City to serve as a notice of cancellation, then that’s exactly what I’ll fucking do. That’s a conversation for another day, though. Instead, I manage a reluctant nod, her body visibly relaxing at my agreement, as she rolls her hips against me.
“Tell me how good I make you feel, Nick. Who’s your favorite little fuck toy?”
“Is that what you want?” My hips resume their thrusts, slow at first, but quickly increase their pace. “You wanna get fucked like a whore?” I grit out the last word, now pounding into her with so much force, I have to maintain my grip so she doesn’t go flying across the room. “You like knowing my cock’s addicted to this tight little cunt, don’t you? You know just how to make me come. It’s why I keep you around, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir. I love pleasing you. Anything Daddy wants.”
“Anything?”
“Yes,” she breathes out as a loud moan when I hit that spot inside her only I can reach.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come again.” Her back begins to arch, but I push her back down, attempting to temper her impending climax.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Not until you say what you know I wanna hear. Who the fuck do you belong to?”
“You! Jesus, I belong to you! Only you. I’m your property.”
“Good girl.” My hand travels down, my thumb connecting with her clit as I begin to draw slow circles over top. I’m on only my third pass when she detonates with her second orgasm of the night, the vice that is her pussy seconds from dragging me down right along with her.
“I’m gonna cover you in cum.” I pant, my impending release licking at the base of my spine. “I’m going to paint every inch of your skin with my seed so you never forget who owns this body.”
I barely manage to get the final word out as I withdraw, pumping my fist around my cock as thick ropes of cum shoot onto Daphne’s chest, before flipping her over and finishing on her ass.
I turn her over once more, her cum-covered skin smearing my release deep into the fibers of the rug, ensuring it will never wash out. She pushes up onto her elbows, smiling at me with her freshly fucked glow, before glancing down to assess the mess we’ve made.
“Did he end up loving this rug as much as you thought he would?”
“More.” She grimaces, patting at the various soaked sections beneath her. “I’ll have to toss it.”
“Don’t,” I order, drawing her gaze back to mine. I imagine Lucian coming home tonight after fucking whatever bimbo he managed to score with from the event, of him unknowingly walking barefoot over the evidence that his woman has been claimed by another, all the while left to wonder why his precious rug feels different in certain spots. “It’s growing on me. I think you should leave it.”
Daphne arches a brow, a wicked smirk slipping across her features as she reads my intentions like an open book. Glancing down at the mess I’ve made of her tits, she drags a finger through the smeared milky substance before sucking it into her mouth.
“Who’s your master, demon?”
“You are.”
“Good girl. Now, sit up and kiss your fucking king.”