Nico
Sondra’s surrender leaves me utterly transformed. Maybe it’s this quality in her all along that entranced me. The way she yields, makes herself vulnerable. To me- Nico Tacone-the guy most everyone cowers from.
Even when I bark, she stays soft.
She fucking stood up and took off her panties for my punishment. After I inexcusably lost my temper and smacked her ass in anger.
I’m humbled by her. Humbled and grotesquely empowered at the same time. Because I’m not about to give up the control she handed over to me. I’m taking this all the way.
“Come here, bambi.” I lift her off her knees and sit her on my lap, facing away. “Open for me.” I pull her thighs open and drape them over mine, so she’s spread wide.
She leans back against me, her head falling onto my shoulder. Her breath rises and falls quickly and her skin is warm and soft. I slide my hands up her inner thighs, dragging the red dress with them. I palm her pussy.
She lets out a breathy sigh.
“I’ll bet this pussy needs some attention,” I murmur in her ear, giving her clit a light slap.
She shivers. “Yes, please.”
Have I mentioned how much I fucking love it when she says please?
I slap her pussy again. It’s wet, swollen. I dip my middle finger into her and she squirms against it, trying to work me in deeper.
I pump my digit in and out of her a few times, then stop. “I’m not sure I’m going to let you get off, though.”
She whimpers.
“Do you think you deserve to come, angel?”
She goes still and I fear I’ve gone too far. But then she uses the most adorable pleading voice. “Please, Nico?”
I pump again. “Fuck. It’s damn near impossible for me to deny you anything when you beg me in that sexy little voice, bambi.”
“Please fuck me.”
Oh Christ. My cock is already getting hard again. I’m going to lose this battle. But I play hardball with her. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, angel.” I slap her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you good. I’m going to fuck that tight little virgin ass of yours.”
She goes still again, and I know she’s scared. I nip her ear. “Don’t worry,” I murmur. “I’ll make it good. I promise, baby.”
I wait until she exhales and the tension in her muscles ease and then I lift her from my lap and stand up. “Go take off your dress and lie face down on my bed.”
It’s a test. If she doesn’t do it, I’m not gonna push. I’m not that much of an asshole. But I do think I can make her like it. She cuts her eyes to me, then toddles toward the bedroom on unstable legs.
Victory makes my cock punch out hard again. I follow her to the bedroom and find a bottle of lube. I haven’t had to use it with her-she seems to be constantly wet for me-but I’m glad I have it.
She obeys me, stripping off her dress and lying down on the bed, wearing only a black lace bra and the pair of sexy black stockings with a seam up the back.
“Goddamn that’s a beautiful sight.”
She turns her head to the side to look at me and her gaze is almost shy-so shockingly vulnerable it makes my heart squeeze. I grab both the pillows from the bed and lift her hips. “Put these under you, angel and spread your sexy thighs.”
I crawl up between her legs and pull her asscheeks apart. Lick a long line from her clit to her anus.
She mewls and shivers. I repeat the action, then give one cheek a smack. Her ass is still pink from the spanking I gave her, which shouldn’t turn me on so much, but it does. I want to give her everything she needs. Make this the best possible intro to anal. I lube up her ass and my finger and start slow, massaging over her anus, penetrating her and working the tight ring of muscles open. I talk to her the whole time, soothing her, praising her. “That’s it, baby. Open for me. Relax and let me in. Good girl.”
When I work up to pumping my finger in her, she whimpers and slides a hand between her legs to rub her clit.
“That’s it, angel. Take what you need. I’m going to fuck this sexy ass of yours now.” I put on a condom and lube the hell out of it, then press the head of my cock at her entrance. “Take a deep breath.”
Her back and ribs widen as she draws in her breath.
“Now exhale.”
When she obeys, I ease in, feeding my length, inch by inch.
Her moan raises in pitch, but she doesn’t tighten against me, doesn’t resist. “Good girl. Take my big cock in your ass. This is what happens when you’ve been a naughty girl.”
She moans louder, a wanton sound that I take as a green light. I fill her, all the way to the hilt, then ease back and fuck her again.
“Nico,” she pants. “Oh my God.”
“I know, baby. You’re getting your ass fucked by the man who owns you.” I know I’m an asshole, but I have to possess this woman, to own her, keep her, claim and dominate her. Especially after she made me watch her flirt with those fuckers downstairs.
I pound her ass, thoroughly fuck her until her cries take on a high pitched, panicked sound. “Please,” she begs. “Please, oh please, oh please.”
I already came once, so I could go on forever, but I know she’s desperate to climax. I close my eyes and let the pleasure surge through me. My balls tighten up. I lower my hips to rest on her ass and rock in and out while I work my hand under her hips. Her fingers are frantic between her legs, but I knock them out of the way and sink three of mine into her wet channel. She’s sopping-as juicy as I’ve ever felt a woman-and so swollen and slick.
“I’m going to come in your ass, baby, and when I tell you it’s time, you’re going to come all over my fingers. Capiche?”
“Yes! Please, Nico,” she sobs.
The urgency of her need sends me over the cliff. My hips snap and I fuck her a few more times before I come again.
“Now, baby.”
Her entire body convulses, pussy fluttering around my fingers, anus tightening almost painfully around my cock. It must hurt her, too, because she cries out and her muscles go slack, surrendering once more.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl.” I kiss her neck. “You took it so well. Did you like your first ass-fucking?”
She doesn’t answer and a little ball of dread starts building in my solar plexus. I ease out of her and throw the condom in the trash by the bed. “I’ll be right back,” I murmur and quickly wash my hands in the bathroom. The urgency to return to her is almost overwhelming.
She hasn’t moved since I left her, she’s still collapsed over the pillows, her ravished ass on display.
“Look at me, piccolina.” I roll her over.
She doesn’t seem to want me to see her face, because she lunges up for me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.
I hold her tight, petting her hair, kissing her temple. “Tell me you’re okay, baby.”
She nods against my neck. “I’m okay.” Her voice is ragged.
“I need to see you.”
Her arms tighten around my neck.
“Angel.” I lower her back to the bed and roll to my side so we’re facing one another. “Look at me.”
She gradually releases her grip on my neck.
I cradle her face in one palm, run my thumb over her cheekbone. “I love you, Sondra.”
I didn’t mean to say it. I had no idea those words were going to come out of my mouth. But they’re true. They’re real. They’re the best honesty I’ve ever known.
Her eyes fly wide and she studies me, like she’s looking for some sign I mean it. Like she’s afraid to believe me.
I feel the brakes slamming in my own chest. I’m leading her on. I’m not even available for this woman, but it’s too late. I’ve said it, and I’m not taking it back.
“Don’t say it back,” I tell her. “I know it doesn’t change things. It’s just what came out when I saw your angelic face.”
“So you’re not still mad?”
I chuckle. “Not even close to mad, baby. I got over being mad the second you stood up and took your panties off for me. And that was before you gave me the best blowjob of my life.” I brush her mussed hair out of her face. “Baby, I’m just sorry I lost my temper with you. And I’m sorry about that spanking-at least the first one. It wasn’t for you, it was for me, and that’s not cool.”
She studies me, her eyes intelligent. I swear she sees right into my soul and doesn’t judge. I don’t know how that’s possible. “I liked it.”
I smile as my chest constricts. “I know you did. And I keep telling myself that makes it okay. But I’m not sure it does.”
She covers my hand on her cheek with her palm. “Your concern makes it okay.”
I shudder under her touch. “I don’t know why you trust me so well, baby. I don’t deserve it.”
She purses her lips. “No, you don’t.”
I fight a smile, glad she’s taking me to task. “Baby, I know I’ve been neglecting you and that’s why you were trying to get a rise out of me. I called my younger brother and asked him to move here to help me run this shit so I can give you the attention you deserve. But please don’t mess around with other guys because I will come unglued and the asshole you touch will end up with his balls shoved up his ass. Capiche?”
She shivers slightly. “I’m sorry.”
I already know she is, and I wasn’t trying to make her say it again. I put my finger on her lips. “Listen, I’m going to make it up to you. I have to go back out there now, but I’m gonna clear my schedule for you tomorrow. I want you to pack a bag and be ready for me by 10 a. m. We’re going to take a trip.”
The flickering hope in her eyes scares the shit out of me. Not because I’m not going to do everything I fucking can to make sure I deliver whatever it is she needs from me, but because I want to be the man who delivers it permanently. And that’s a fucking impossibility.