Nico's Cruse (7 page)

“Having second thoughts?” he asked trying to show no emotion
but she could see the loneliness settling in his eyes.

“As if. You promised me all sorts of freaky deaky tonight.
I’m gonna make sure you make good on those words. Or are you all talk and can
only deliver when the girl you’re with doesn’t know it’s real?”

He stepped to the end of the bed baring his teeth. He looked
dangerous and her entire body liquefied.

“In the middle of the bed, on your stomach.”

She climbed on the mattress, watching him, her pussy lips
slid along each other while she anticipated how he would take her, use her.

“Spread those pretty legs. Farther. Farther.”

When her thighs were stretched as far as she could get them
on her own he grabbed a cuff off one of the bottom posts and shackled her ankle
into it. He cuffed her other ankle, stretching her legs a bit wider, making her
moan when she realized how exposed she was.

He surprised her by grabbing one of her pillows, shoving it
beneath her hips until her ass sat perched on top of it, begging to be marked.

Her wrists weren’t free for long. He made quick work of
completely immobilizing them with the other two cuffs.

Spread-eagle never sounded sexy to her. It had always made
her wrinkle her nose, but living it, experiencing it was delicious.

His palm came down on her ass, making her eek. Several more
swats peppered her backside in quick succession and then he rubbed the sting
away.

“Nico, I—”

“Sir.” He smacked her upturned ass once really hard.

It was totally different. It wasn’t given for her pleasure—maybe
his—but it reeked of punishment and she didn’t want to earn his punishment. She
wanted to earn his, “good girls.” Just thinking of those two words made the
apology fall from her mouth. “Sorry, Sir, I won’t forget.”

He filled her dripping sex with his fingers and she humped
the pillow, trying to get enough friction against it to come.

“What are you doing, naughty slut? Are you trying to
masturbate, when I haven’t given you permission to do that or come?” He added
another thick digit to her pussy, while he climbed on between her legs.

“I’ll ask, Sir. I promise I’ll ask just like you told me I
had to.”

“You’d better but I have something else in mind tonight.” He
cranked the cuffs down a bit tighter, pulling a squeak from her.

He moved her just enough off the pillows that her clit
wouldn’t make contact. “No,” she whined. “Please, Sir, I—”

“Am there for my pleasure and nothing more. An object for me
to use,” his naked cock slid along the seam of her pussy and ass. He grabbed
the tight globes of her ass, stretching her simply because he wanted to.

His words or actions, she didn’t know which were sexier.

“Look back here.”

She moved her head as much as she could. He slid a condom on
over his cock. The head flushed purple with need and her clit twinged with
lust. He grabbed a tiny bottle of something, uncapped it and drizzled it on her
slit, all the way up to her tiny asshole.

The cold lube made her shiver. Or it could have been the
sight of him fisting his cock, spreading lube on the condom. He recapped the
bottle, tossing it aside and rubbed the lube along her pussy. Once he tucked
his fingers in her clenching channel, her eyelids closed and her head flopped
down on the mattress.

“This pussy is mine.” To emphasize his point he shoved his
dick inside her, filling every inch of her with one thrust. “Do you hear me?”
He filled her, just shy of the point of pain, over and over until she hovered
at the edge of an orgasm but then he pulled out.

He smacked her ass then whacked her clit hard enough to ruin
the orgasm she’d almost reached.

Her brain scrambled trying to remember what he’d asked her
to do or say or feel. She wanted to do everything he asked. She wanted to be
everything he needed. In that moment it wasn’t just words it was the simple
truth. “You own me, just like you wanted, just like you said would happen.
Every inch of me belongs to you, Sir.”

He filled her pussy again, burying himself deep, making her
yank against the cuffs, trying to get closer or farther or something to get
relief. He ran his thumb around his cock, gathering wetness then circled the
tiny rosette of her ass. “Not every inch but I’m about to remedy my error right
now.”

Every muscle in her body went still, freezing as the very
tip of his thumb penetrated her rear. Her mouth opened to tell him to stop,
more than likely using the words fuck and no, in that order. He grabbed a
handful of her hair, bringing her face up off the mattress again. He cranked
her head back until she faced the ceiling.

“Don’t even think of telling me no tonight.” His thumb
slipped in a bit farther and she clenched down on it, trying to push it out.

He pulled it out, slapping her ass, then tucked his thumb
against her asshole again. He spread more lube on it, pushing inside until he
met resistance.

His grip in her hair shook with need, which just made her
wetter. Her rear stretched to accommodate him and she wanted to hate it, she
wanted to scream at him to stop, but a moan as if she were a bitch in heat
passed by her vocal cords instead.

“Good girl.” He released her hair and her forehead bounced
on the bed.

“It feels…” He gathered more lube and used it to push inside
her rear a bit farther. Sensations laced with pain and pleasure shot to her
pussy, where his cock was still buried. He’d shaft her every little bit, to
distract her or entice her to continue or just because he could. “Mmm.”

“Tilt your ass up as much as you can.”

She followed his instructions before her brain weighed in on
it, and he pushed his thumb in past the ring of muscles in place to keep him
out and his hands were definitely proportionately sized. “Oh God.”

He didn’t waste any time or let her get used to the
invasion. He withdrew and slipped his thumb back in. The next time he pulled
out he pushed in something bigger. His cock was bigger than that she could have
sworn, but holy Jesus whatever he had in their already felt like it stretched
her to capacity.

“Two fingers in your ass. Fuck, I’m popping your anal cherry
tonight.” He fucked her pussy with his cock. “You like it too, no matter how
much you want to deny it. Your pussy’s so wet my cock’s swimming in pussy juice
now.”

“But it hurts…kind of.”

“The nice kind of pain.”

She gasped when he added another, stretching her ass, making
the burn expand until her entire body caught on fire with need. “Nice kind of
pain? Is there such a thing?” He continued fucking her ass, making it hard for
her to think.

“Hell yeah. The kind that makes you want just a little bit
more and a little bit more. The kind you want to scream for me to stop and beg
me to continue.”

She moved her head against the mattress, trying to process
what was happening and the words he said made perfect sense to her somehow.

He withdrew his fingers and then his dick right afterward.
She’d never felt so empty. “Please, Sir. Please don’t leave. I need you.”

“I know what you need,
mi hermosa sumisa
.” He latched
onto her waist with one hand.

Then she felt it, his cock, poised at the entrance to her
ass.

“Seeing your ass swallow my cock, taking me because I want
you to. Fucking hot.”

Her tight hole stretched as if his cock were perfectly made
for her. Pain lit inside her when he pushed against the tight ring of muscles.
He didn’t stop, didn’t let up and just kept his steady thrust moving forward.

“Sir, Sir, Sir,” she gasped out, getting louder on each
honorific until his balls touched the flesh of her ass, which was hot from when
he’d spanked her.

“Take all of me. I need it. I need you.”

Tears filled her eyes. From the pain, from the fear, and
from his declaration.

He leaned over her body, caging her in, covering her just
like she’d asked of him. He fisted her hair again, working his dick inside her
ass with deep strokes. “Mine,” he claimed next to her ear. “Now you’re all
mine, every piece of you knows the feel of me, of my possession of your body.”

He let go of her hair to balance above her on one fist. He
dug between her and her pillow, sliding in her pussy juice across her clit.

That was all it took. “Please, please, Sir, please. I’m
gonna come—”

“Not until I tell you. Not until I give you permission.” He
withdrew almost all the way, then fucked her hard.

With the bite of pain and his balls slapping against the
entrance to her pussy and his fingers working her clit in a tight circle, she
couldn’t stop the orgasm. It expanded in her groin, overtaking every thought in
her head; it hijacked every nerve in her body. She clawed at the leather
clutched in her palms, her toes curled, and she jerked against the bonds and
his body trapping her.

“Now, Rose. My sweet Rose, come for me.”

She didn’t just come, she shattered. Every atom reacted to
his permission and exploded as if nuclear fission occurred inside her body. She
opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. It was too high-pitched as
wave upon wave of exquisite sensation sparked inside her.

He set her free in his dark decadent voice as he stroked her
clit.

He spoke to her in a whisper but she couldn’t hear past the
ringing in her ears. His breath on her neck and shoulder set off fireworks
inside her. Aftershocks of her orgasm rocked her small frame.

As she thrashed on the bed her nipples scraped across the
comforter, igniting even more tendrils of pleasure flashing to where they were
still connected.

He pumped inside her, short jerky strokes, trying to shove
past her muscles as they latched onto him, squeezing him tight.

“Mine,” he yelled as he pumped her full of his cock. “Always
mine.”

She groaned as he came inside her ass. Even with the condom
between them, each spurt of semen jarred her sensitive tissue.

He laid his head on the top of her back, wrapping himself
around her body, owning her, protecting her, taking what he needed from her
because he simply could.

She’d never felt as beautiful as she did right then.

A laugh bubbled up inside her and it entered the room,
making the space all around them sacred. She felt like a fairy or an angel,
which probably had something to do with the fact she seemed to float,
weightless, even with his added body mass on top of her.

“You’re perfect,” he told her as he kissed her shoulder.
“Utterly perfect.”

She wanted to kiss him to hold him to beg him to take her
again but a soft moan of approval was all she could muster.

After a few minutes of bliss with him buried deep inside
her, he moved, pulling free, making her sigh, and her body floated free from
her mind.

The rest of the next while was a blur. He freed her from the
cuffs, laid her on her side, cleaned her up, washed his hands she guessed, but
all the while she floated inside her own mind. A horizon of limitless clouds
stretched out in front of her with no end in sight.

She’d never felt peace before, not until their perfect
moment. Something he said while he claimed her kept repeating in her head over
and over.

“
Sumisa
,” she said it out loud, testing out her voice
which was shaky at best and didn’t sound like her at all. “What does it mean?”

He moved closer from the bathroom and his voice grew a bit
louder as he spoke. “
Mi hermosa sumisa
. It means my lovely submissive.”

“How did you know?” came out of her mouth slurred since her
brain hadn’t caught up to the rest of her, yet.

“Know what, baby?” He moved her limp body in bed and then
crawled in next to her. He pillowed her head on his arm, and she somehow
convinced her muscles to roll over so she could snuggle into his warm body.

“That I was like this? That I’d accept this kind of sex.”

He paused for a second. “I don’t really know. When I saw
your picture, read your info, I just knew you were submissive. No it was more
than that.
My
submissive, no matter how brief it may be.”

A niggling thought plagued her in the back of her mind.
“Have your other women…the others you’ve been with these past years, have they
been like this? Have you had this kind of relationship with them? Even for just
a few days?”

He tilted up her chin and kissed her softly on the mouth.
“No.” He kissed her again, slow and leisurely, dipping his tongue in her mouth
to taste her, letting her feel his domination, even in a simple kiss.

It seemed like some kind of thank you.

“This is the first kinky sex I’ve had since being cursed.
Everything else has been vanilla, which is definitely not my favorite flavor.”

She moved her wrist and almost cheered when it actually
responded to her. She touched his lips, and ran her fingers through his hair
just like she’d been wanting to since first seeing his picture. “But I’m not
like this with anyone else. I’ve never been like this. Not ever.”

“And you know what that makes me?”

“What?”

“The luckiest man alive.”

She didn’t know what to say to him, so she remained quiet,
satisfaction filling her veins. The hum of sexual release still buzzed in every
inch of her, but it ebbed away quickly when she remembered that was supposed to
be their last time together. Their last intimate connection had changed her
life forever.

He did own her. Yes it was fast, but sometimes people fall
in love instantly. It didn’t happen the first time she saw him but something
changed inside her from their first glance, their first chat, her first dream.

Why should she fight it?

Life could be cut short for either of them. Tomorrow could
be their last, and she knew how she wanted to spend it, no matter how short
their time together would be.