Nico's Cruse
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She didn’t have to be told twice. She opened her mouth and swallowed him almost whole. She moved her head, licking at the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock, working it, loving it.
He took a half a step forward, forcing her to take more of his length. She did it with a moan, sucking him deep. He moved her head to the side so he could see her lips move and she bobbed her head with a purpose. He was so turned on the cum in his balls was ready and waiting to leap into her throat. He grabbed her hair, pulling her off his cock. It popped free with a smack and he let her lick and suck just the head. “Look at me,” he ordered.
Her attention flipped up to him and she focused on him, drunk on his taste, high on his domination but he knew he was the one hooked for life. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He captured her mouth, sucking her tongue into his mouth, eating at her mouth like he wanted to eat at her slippery cunt. “Want a little more, pretty girl?”
She swallowed, glancing at his cock and then back up at him. “A lot more, Sir.”
“As you wish. Close your eyes.” He reached below the bench and she followed his movements, giving away the fact she hadn’t actually followed his instructions. “Naughty, sumisa.”
She glanced up at him, realizing at the last minute her mistake. “Sorry, Sir.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to mess up so I finally had an excuse to punish you.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, really. I didn’t mean to watch you.”
“The apology is nice, but not enough to make up for not following instructions.”
He grabbed a blindfold off the table behind him, and fastened it around her head, blocking out her ability to see.
He grabbed the set of clover clamps on a chain he’d already placed beneath the bench. He was pretty certain she hadn’t seen them, so quickly he moved to one side of her. He bent, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth until she moaned, begging for more. He released it, then pinched her nipple in one hand, along with a clover clamp in his other. “Deep breath.” He released the clamp, trapping her nipple between its two small white pads.
“Why…o…fuck!”
He fed the other clamp and chain through a hole in the bench beneath her ribcage, intentionally letting it fall into the open cavity of the bench, tugging mercilessly on her clamped tit.
“Dammit,” she cursed, panting as she processed the pain.
He moved to the other side of her, fishing out the other clamp, then tongued her nipple, using his teeth just enough to give her a taste of what the second clamp was going to feel like.
As soon as she moaned, he clamped her free nipple, caging it just like the first.
“Sir, I can’t. I can’t. They’re too much.” She pushed against the handles she had a death grip on, trying to sit up. The chain caught on the hole between the two sides and she cursed again, moving back down quickly.
“Welcome to your first predicament, mi amor.”
Air whooshed in and out of her lungs and she gripped the handles in a set pattern, helping her process the pain.
“Predicament?”
“You do one thing and it has consequences. You try to sit up and it pulls on your pretty clamps. Or you don’t follow instructions and I take a flogger to your ass.” He grabbed a black leather flogger with skinny tails beneath the other side of the bench, stood and hit her ass hard.
She forgot about the clamps and tried to sit up again, then fell back down on her stomach when they bit into her sensitive nipples.
He struck out at her ass and back and thighs, striking quickly, not giving her time to process any of it. When he heard her cry of pleasure his cock jerked, wanting inside her.
He hadn’t been completely certain if she could take what he wanted to give her, not until that moment, not until her sweet cry broke apart the space between them.
His palm moved over her hot flesh, stroking her skin, telling her in muted words she had pleased him.
“Thank you, Sir,” filled his heart with joy, and love, and lust and he couldn’t wait even a second longer to have her.
He grabbed a condom from the table, had it on before he was behind her again, then plunged deep inside her sweet cunt.
“Thank you, thank you…” she repeated as he worked his cock inside her until her body engulfed him on every stroke.
He sucked two fingers into his mouth, getting them good and wet, then rubbed them on her ass. Her pussy clamped down on him as he fed them into her. “I love seeing you take me. Watching you twitch beneath me, moaning like a whore, my whore. You’re so perfect.” He buried his fingers inside her ass, feeling his cock in her pussy through the thin piece of skin separating the two.
“Nico,” she screamed his name as she started to come.
“Come. Come for me, on me. Fuck that’s sexy.” He reached under one of her tits and released one of the clovers. She screamed, making his orgasm race to the finish line. He pumped inside her, filling the condom with cum she’d more than earned. With the last bit of mental ability he had left, he reached on her other side releasing her other clamp.
As blood rushed back to her tight nipple, she came again, shaking with the strength of it as he fucked her in tight strokes in both of her holes.
Shards of electricity raced along his arms and legs, making him come again. He cursed, praising her name, and latched onto her ass, wanting to touch every inch of her he could.
She mumbled her praise to him as he withdrew and he was glad he’d blindfolded her so she didn’t see him stumble. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands, grabbing a washrag and wetting it to take care of her.
She jumped when he placed the warm cloth to her wet slit and gently wiped her clean. He put the cloth on the counter and un-cuffed her, lifting her into his arms to carry to bed.
“My Rose Petal,” he whispered to her as he tucked her in bed.
“My Sir,” she whispered back before she fell asleep.
He hugged her close, and followed her into dreamland.
The next morning when he woke up the sun already perched high in the sky, and Rose’s side of the bed was cold.
For a moment, panic squeezed his heart, thinking she’d been snatched away again and he was alone, and the day before really had been nothing but a dream.
He pulled on a pair of sweat pants. “Rose, where are you, mi amor?”
“In the living room, checking out your music collection. Is there seriously any CD you don’t have?”
He rounded the corner and there she was, sitting Indian style on the rug beneath the coffee table looking at the cover of one of the many albums he’d amassed over his time trapped inside the house. She’d put the nightgown back on at some point, which he loved and hated.
Hated her not being naked but loved the idea of taking it off her again.
“Couldn’t go anywhere, couldn’t travel. There’s only so much stuff you can buy, but music I could make room for.”
He smiled at her, ecstatic that she was still there. He leaned over and kissed her. “Mmmm,” he hummed, kissing her deeply. “You made coffee.”
“Sure did. Hope you don’t mind. I helped myself to your kitchen and figured out your coffee machine.”
“Hell, no I don’t mind. This will be the first cup of coffee I’ve had, made by someone other than me, in a long time.”
He wandered into the kitchen, glancing back at her several times before he lost sight of her. He grabbed his coffee, swallowed the first delicious taste down and let it chase away the rest of his worry.
He made his way back into the great room, settling on the couch. Rose came and joined him, snuggling into his side. “I wonder how long it’s going to take?” he asked her and tucked her hair behind one of her ears.
“What’s going to take?”
“For me to believe this really isn’t just the best dream ever.”
Her eyes squinted for a second and she kissed him. “I don’t know but I hope a long time because I like how you look at me.”
“How’s
that?”
“Like you can’t take your eyes off me. Afraid I’m going to disappear I imagine.”
He played with her hair, twirling it around his fingers, watching how the sunlight made it shine and shimmer. “That’s partly correct. The other part of me just can’t take my eyes off you because you’re gorgeous and mine. Mine.”
“I like that word from your lips.” She dragged her fingers across his lips and he said it again.
“Mine.” The heat under his skin ratcheted up a few degrees and she must have noticed. She fanned her pink cheeks.
“You make me hot.”
“You do all that on your own, mi hermosa sumisa.”
“I love it when you speak Spanish to me. It’s incredibly sexy. It would make my panties wet, if I were actually wearing any.” A sly little smile tilted her lips, and he slid up her nightie revealing nothing but skin.
“How about I make you some breakfast and then we can crawl back in bed and I can have my way with you…several times.”
“Deal, but I have a request.”
“Only one?”
“For now,” she said, and wrinkled her nose.
“Mmhmm. Name it.”
“You have to cook me breakfast in my kitchen.”
He thought about it, remembering he could leave with her. They could go anywhere as long as they went together. “You’re on.”
He drug her into the bedroom and brought up the video chat screen. He pushed the connect button and faced Rose. She turned around, draping her hair over her shoulder so he could see the password on her key. He read the numbers out loud and then typed them in. The connection opened immediately and they both breathed a sigh of relief.
“Pretty sure it’s going to be a bit before both of us believe this is all real.” She kissed him, placed the laptop on the bed, then crawled through.
He watched her go, focusing on the little peek of ass cheek that showed every time she moved her legs. On the other side she slowly tugged the satiny silk fabric over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside her.
“I’m going to take a shower before breakfast. Care to join me, Sir?” She wandered off toward the bathroom with a bounce in her step and a naughty gleam in her eye.
He reached through, testing again, then pulled it back out.
Need for her surged through his veins as he heard her shower start. He wanted her in the shower, slick and warm. His lips curved upward as he caught sight of her climbing in the shower in the mirror above the counter in her bathroom.
Life’s too short for “what if”s, he decided.
He went to the playroom, grabbing a ball gag along with a couple whips from his collection for later.
“Are you coming?” she yelled for him on the other side of the connection, making his smile grow. “Or are you just waiting to see what I look like when I’m finished?”
He loved how eager she was to experiment with him, how willingly she took what he needed to give her. He’d make sure the fire in her eyes never died, and nearly growled with the first few ideas that popped into his head.
He took one last glance around his bedroom and climbed through after her…
About Jennifer Kacey
I’m going to just jump right in and get the easy stuff out of the way up-front. I am a wife, mother and business owner in Texas with very long black hair and a penchant for high heels and pretty outrageous toe nail polish. I have a very supportive family that I love unconditionally and am fortunate enough to genuinely like and respect them as well.
I started reading romance back in college, liked it so-so, and then I found erotica. Stories a bit on the dark side, a lot on the naughty side, and at the risk of sounding cheesy, it felt like coming home. Finding a genre made just for minds like mine was an amazing revelation, and I swear the characters in my head haven’t stopped hounding me since!
Something I always love reading about other authors are the funny quirks and idiosyncrasies that make each of us unique, so I thought I’d share a few of mine. These are in no particular order and pretty random, so brace yourselves…
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Ooh, and I never procrastinate! If something needs to be done today, it should have been finished yesterday. I call this fantastic; several people, who shall remain nameless, call it having a bug up my A**… I think I’ll stick with fantastic.
I refuse to use a flat sheet to sleep, I love perfume but only one kind, and before I die I want to own flip-flops in every color of the rainbow. And last but not least, the yea or nay on a particular food being deemed good or gross is based off of texture first, taste second.
I hope my writing speaks for itself, and I hope it speaks to you. The fact that I have the opportunity to share a little piece of myself with you absolutely floors me. On a daily basis I am overwhelmed by the good fortune that is my life, and vowed years ago never to take it for granted.
Best advice I’ve ever been given – find the real you and never settle for anything less! Well guess what? I found her! Lord help the rest of you.
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Table of Contents
Blurb
Title
Dedication/Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About Jennifer Kacey
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