Yours Book 1: Losing My Innocence

by Blue Saffire

  I pour the bath oil in and climb into the warm water. I feel aroused and relaxed all at once. The anxiety melting away in the water as all I can think about is how much pleasure I know Nick will be sure to bring me. At least I hope that’s what’s going to happen.

  I lean back against the bathtub and close my eyes, trying to calm my thoughts once again. Nick has never once hurt me. I don’t think he will start now. I’m not sure how long I sit there letting scenes of this morning’s lovemaking, play in my mind before a strong hand cups my face and I feel his forehead press to mine. I open my eyes to find greens staring back at me.

  “It’s time,” he says after inhaling deeply. “Stand.”

  I push up onto my feet as he is crouched beside the side of the tub with a towel in one hand. I lick my lips at the sight of him in just his dress slacks. He’s rid himself of everything else, including his shoes and socks. I can see his erection already straining against the fabric of his slacks.

  He holds his hand out for me to take as I step out of the tub. Using the towel in his hand, he slowly dries my legs and moves up my body. It is such a turn on to watch his muscles flex under his tanned skin as he works to care for me. After drying me to his liking, he tosses the towel to the side and reaches for my hand pulling me from the bathroom behind him.

  I am a little confused when we pass the bed and Nick leads me out of the master suite into the hall. I panic and reach to cover my breasts. I look around frantically hoping none of the staff will see me. Nick looks over his shoulder at me to smirk and shake his head, but his steps never falter.

  He reaches the door from the tour, the one he skipped over twice. He pushes the door open, gesturing for me to enter ahead of him. I step in and let my eyes scan the room under its muted lighting. I step back and collide with Nick’s chest as my eyes land on the side of the room with a cross and a large melt sphere looking contraption.

  Nick wraps his arms around my waist, holding me to his chest as I take in more of the room. There is even a mahogany whipping post in the center of the room. I gulp and shake my hands out in front of me. I am so not ready for this.

  “Sephora, I know what you are doing. You are taking in all the scary things in the room,” Nick chuckles darkly next to my ear. “Relax, breathe.”

  I nod and turn to face him. His eyes scanned my face and it is one of the few times I have ever I seen uncertainty in his eyes, but only for a split second. He brushes his fingers up and down my arms causing them to pebble over in goose bumps.

  “Trust is important Sephora, I need to be able to trust you and you need to trust me. You will always be in control, Baby. The more you submit to me the more control you will have.

  “I will unlock all your fears and give you strength in return. I will give you more pleasure than you can ever imagine in the process. I am going to teach you how to please me in ways no one else can. That alone, my little butterfly is going to relinquish to you all of me. Do you understand,” he brushes a stray hair behind my ear.

  Suddenly, I feel so small and vulnerable standing naked in this room before him. But somehow it feels right, like if I have to be vulnerable before anyone it is always meant to be this man. It feels like being vulnerable to him is safe.

  I’m panting with want, want for him, for this. Never have I wanted…no needed him so much. If this is a part of having Nicholas Lincoln, then I want it all.

  “Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

  He nods and pulls my body closer to his. “You’re trembling,” he murmurs against my temple. “Relax Sweetheart. I need for you to give me a safe word.”

  “Fantasia,” I blurt out.

  Nick pulls away from me and tilting his head to the side. “Can I ask why?” he is calculating in that brain of his. It is a look I have come to know well.

  “Wh-when I used to play, it was a piece I loved to play Fantasia,” I stammer. “Bach’s works brought me peace and confidence I didn’t have, but it also challenged me. My father would praise me for playing well and that made me eager to please.”

  Nick nods his head thoughtfully. “I see…but I need you to remember Sephora. If at any time, if anything we do in here is too much for you, don’t think you are pleasuring me with your discomfort. Use your safe word.

  “I will not be happy if you push yourself beyond your limits. I need to trust you to let me know your limits. I will master reading you, but I want to trust you just the same,” he bends his head and plunges his tongue into my mouth for an all-consuming kiss.

  “Okay,” I breathe when he releases my lips.

  He nuzzles my nose with his. “Okay Sir, would be the correct response now, my butterfly.”

  “Yes Sir,” I reply.

  His grip on my waist tightens as a satisfied smile lights his face. He groans and grinds his hips into me. I release my own moan, letting my fingers bite into the skin on his back.

  “There is so much I want to do with you, but we don’t have the time for it now. Luke has insisted on joining us for dinner tonight,” Nick laughs, then runs his hands up and down my sides. “On your knees before me, Baby. Place your hands behind your back.”

  I drop to my knees somewhat awkwardly, but this is me we are talking about. I place my hands behind my back and look up at him expectantly to see if I pleased him. Nick licks his lips and rubs the budge in his pants.

  “Eyes to the floor little one,” Nick rasps huskily.

  My breath hitches, does he know what those words mean to me. “Sorry Sir,” I say a little above a whisper.

  “Good girl,” he groans.

  I watch as his bare feet disappeared from in front of me. My chest is heaving and my thighs are already so slick from my own juices. I smile to myself. Nick will be very pleased when he finds my soaked sex. He loves when I am extremely wet for him. I furrow my brows when I realize that the rules may change here. I squirm at the thought, hoping not to disappoint him.

  “You’re so perfect,” Nick rumbles as he returns in front of me. I can see the long silk fabric hanging in his hands. It is a bright red and so much longer than the one he used the first night I slept over.

  “I had plans for rope, but as your brother is already on the edge, I don’t want to push him over by leaving marks on your pretty skin. I’ll have to be as delicate as possible with my beautiful new toy this time,” Nick chuckles.

  He starts with wrapping the silk around my neck, creating a loop in the back with the fabric. From there he brings it back to the front and down the valley of my breasts. Next he wraps the silk under my breasts and up through the loop at the back of my neck before bonding my hands together behind my back, creating a bow at my wrists.

  “Perfect,” he mutters to himself and plants a kiss to the top of my head. “Stand.”

  He places his hand under my arm to help me to my feet. I stumble a little, but he holds me tight to lift me up. I am unsure again, maybe I’m not ready for this just yet.

  “Nick,” I start.

  “Shh, not in here my butterfly. You speak when spoken to, unless you need to use your safe word,” he says gently.

  I take a deep, calming breath. “Sorry Sir.”

  He nods with satisfaction. He circles me once and reaching to pinch my nipples between his fingers, rolling them and bringing my already stiffen tips to hard knots of need. Slipping his fingers underneath the silk between my breasts he clenches his fist around it, leading me to the right side of the room to an oddly shaped chaise. I giggle as I recognize the piece from Ettie’s new bedroom. She had it specially ordered. When I’d commented about it, she’d said that it was more than furniture, but said nothing more. Now that I know the nature of her kinky relationship with her fiancé it makes sense.

  “Something amusing you, Sweetheart?”

  “No Sir,” I shake my head.

  Nick tilts his head to the side. “Mm, lies don’t suit you. Don’t make it a habit to lie to your Sir,” he says sharply.

  Swiftly, before I can reply, he flips me over the arm o
f the chaise so that my rear is in the air, open and exposed to him. My protruding nipples strain against the leather of the chaise. I can’t hold in the moan of pleasure from the sweet friction. Nick kicks my legs apart from behind me, spreading me more to his view.

  I am so wet I can feel my juice dripping down my inner thighs. All thoughts of changing my mind are now lost to lust once again. Nick squats behind me as his hand glided up from my ankles slowly making their way to my core where I need his touch most. His finger grazes my swollen lips before traveling up to my cheeks and spreading them.

  “I love your ass,” Nick rasps. “I wanted to take you like this the first night, but I needed to take my time. Now I’m going to taste you like this and then I’m going to fuck you like this.”

  I love when he talks dirty. I start to squirm with the thoughts of what he has planned for me. Dipping one finger into my sex he draws out my juices and trailing his finger to the other hole that I never even imagined him entering. I tense and jerk away at the slightest touch there.

  “Relax Baby. I will be gentle, but I will take you here as soon as I get you ready,” Nick soothes.

  I take a deep breath to relax and allow his probing touch. I moan loudly when I feel his tongue brush against my sex. It is just one long stroke of his tongue, but it leaves me wanting more.

  I whimper when both his tongue and his hands leave my body and he stands. I don’t dare look back, something inside tells me he wouldn’t like that. All I have to rely on is my hearing and my awareness of all things Nick. I feel more than hear him move further away from me. Then I hear rustling across the room.

  There is more noise, of something clinking and the pads of his feet as he returns to me. Standing behind me he lets his erection poke at my opening, but doesn’t enter. I wiggle my hips and he hisses, placing a hand on my back to still me.

  “Be good,” he chides then leans over me. He holds his hand out beside my face. He is holding a shiny metal looking object. It is shaped sort of like a tube of lipstick, with an oval tip. The base has a small ring attached and a beaded chain is linked to it, dangling between his fingers as he shows it to me.

  “This is going to help you get ready for me here,” he punctuates his words by running his finger down my crack and poking my puckered hole. My breath hitches and I swallow as best as I can.

  His hand disappears from my sight and his weight lifts from my body. The next thing I know his mouth is attacking my core in the best imaginable way. Nick is pure magic with his tongue. You would think he was trying to eat his way to my heart, and of course it doesn’t take long before I give in. I feel my first orgasm hit me and take all the strength from my legs.

  He won’t let up though. His hands press into my cheeks and he spreads them to dive deeper with his tongue sopping up all my cream like the sweetest nectar he has ever tasted. He is literally growling into my pussy. My mind won’t stop spinning and I can’t believe my next orgasm is barreling down on me so quickly.

  My mind is so numb from orgasm one and two that I barely notice the cool sensation of the lube he squirts between my cheeks. As his finger pushes at the tight ring it is almost too much. I am just too spent to protest and I am not entirely sure that I want to. His finger works my tight hole while his tongue and three other fingers show me no mercy. I can hear myself crying out his name and I am sounding so wanton even in my own ears.

  I am officially a slave to this man and his desires. I don’t know how I have lived without him or how I ever will after he decides this is no longer what he wants. Right now I would do anything to keep him as the master of my body. Well, almost anything, because as soon as I feel the cool metal of the toy he revealed to me, I buck away from him as far as the chaise will allow.

  “Relax Sephora, this will feel so much better when you relax,” Nick coaxes.

  I take a deep breath and try to center myself. It doesn’t help so I try again. I am frustrated with myself. I know Nick won’t hurt me, but having something pressed there… I am just having a hard time processing it and trying to relax into it.

  Nick decides to help me along. He rises to his feet and in one sharp thrust of his hips, he plunges deep inside me. My legs buckle, but his arm wraps around my waist, holding me as he works in and out of me. I start to cry out intangible words as tears of pleasure sprung to my eyes.

  “So good …always so good,” Nick grunts.

  My body finally loses all its tension and Nick pushes the tip of the toys in. My body starts to tremble as I sob out his name. I am already so full of him. Nick continues to pound into me and I am so close. I just need…I want …I need. “Ahhhh,” I cry out as he pushes the toy all the way in. It is what I need to cross over.

  Nick pulls out dropping to his knees again. He is drinking from me like it is the last drink he will ever have. My entire body is buzzing and I feel drunk as I sag against the chaise. He begins to tug and push at the toy still seated inside me. It feels weird, but as my release draws out, it begins to yield a welcoming response.

  As spent as I feel I want more. I feel greedy and crazed with want. Just as I think my last orgasm has subsided I feel a pinch to my clit that rocks my body completely. Every nerve ending comes alive. I scream so loud I am sure I will have no voice when we are done.

  Nick chuckles. “I forgot to show you the clamp on the other end. Do you need a break, Baby?” he asks kneading the flesh of my backside.

  Do I need a break? Oh yes, I need a break. Do I want one, absolutely not. I have a feeling he isn’t going to give me one either. I am proven right as he hooks his fingers inside my moist, sensitive opening hitting that perfect spot that makes me see stars every time.

  “T-too m-much,” I stutter as I try to catch my breath.

  “I don’t think it’s enough,” Nick growls and stands to plunge back inside me. He’s so deep, not like ever before and it feels so amazing. One hand cups my breast and the other he uses to gently tug the chain on the toy causing it to shift inside me and tug at my clit at the same time. My whole body starts to shake and my eyes roll back.

  A part of me feels like this could be a punishment. It is pure torture and ecstasy wrapped in one. Just when I don’t think it can get any more intense Nick wraps his hand around the silk fabric in the center of my back. With a tug my back arches and I feel the light squeeze at my neck.

  Nick’s heavy breathing washes over the side of my face and I turn to him. He consumes my mouth with his as I cry out into his open mouth and seeking his tongue. My body starts to tighten with the tightening of his hold on the fabric connected around my neck.

  “Not yet,” Nick growls. “We cum together this time, my butterfly.”

  “I can’t hold it,” I whimper.

  “Yes. You. Can,” he punctuates with long, deep thrusts.

  “Sir, please, I’m ready,” I plead.

  “Oh…” Nick groans as his thrusts became jerky, but still powerful. He tugs on the chain connected to the toy and my clit once more. “Now,” he roars and bellowing my name as he finds his own release.

  Nick releases his hold on the fabric binding me and sink to his knees take me with him. He manages just enough strength to pull me into his lap and falls back against the floor. We both take time to catch our breath.

  “You’re perfect,” Nick murmurs and kisses the top of my head. “Now you know how good it can be in my world.” I just snuggle into his chest exhausted. My lids droop as I start to lose consciousness. “And just think, we are just getting started.” Are the last words that register as I hear the smile in his voice and drift off into a world of peaceful bliss.

  Chapter Eighteen

  The Brother

  “Wake up sleepy head.”

  My eyes flutter open as Nick peppers kisses all over my face. I look up into his green eyes and smile. I am so in love with this man. I almost sing out how much I love him and how deep my feelings are for him, but he grasps as a hand full of my butt cutting off my words.

  “I wanted to give this
sexy rump a good spanking. I can’t wait to see it glow beneath my palm or a nice crop.” Nick gives me a sexy smile and sighs, shaking his head and releasing me. “Your brother will be here soon. Let’s get you in a shower and then we can be ready to greet our guests.”

  He stands from the bed completely naked, totally distracting me with the gorgeous view of his perfect body. He struts to the bathroom and it is then that I notice that he must have carried me back to the master bedroom after I passed out. I sit up and stretch and wince when I feel the plunge and clamp still in place.

  I get up from the bed and awkwardly make my way into the bathroom. I step into the shower and into Nick’s waiting arms. I don’t think I will ever get tired of this part of our day. Being intimate like this, with him staring into my eyes like I truly mean the world to him. I feel like my heart is going to burst with the love I have for him.

  “What are you smiling about?” Nick teases.

  “I don’t know. I guess I can’t stop thinking about how amazing my boyfriend is,” I purr, my hand gliding up his slick chest as the water rains down on us.

  “Is that right, beautiful?” Nick cocks his brow.

  He reaches for the shower gel and pours some in his palm. He slowly lathers my body from top to bottom. Taking his time with my breasts, pinching, and tweaking my nipples as he nibbles on my neck. He takes special care washing between my legs attentive not to touch the clamp still attached to my clit.

  He turns me to give the same attention to my back. When he is done, he walks me under the spray. As the water washes away all the soap it also washes away all the reservations I had about what Nick expects of me.

  He has always made sure I’m safe and happy. I realize right here in the shower, in the safety of his arms, that I can do this. I can give myself to this amazing man and handle his taste for kink.