“Amelia,” Nickolas calls out, his hand gently waving in front of my face to recapture my attention.
I blink, my mind snapping back to the present. “Sorry, what did you just say?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly as I stare at him.
“I was…” he begins, but I can’t bear to let him finish. The raw vulnerability in his eyes is too much.
“Don’t repeat it,” I interrupt quickly, my heart aching for him. I can only imagine the courage it took for him to reveal to me the first time.
“Amelia,” he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I would understand if being with someone like me isn’t appealing anymore. But please, still be in my life. It wouldn’t be complete without you.”
His words wash over me, and my heart swells to the point of bursting. Tears well up in my eyes as I take in the man before me-so strong, yet so afraid of losing me. I never imagined that Nickolas, being the enemy, would utter such a heartfelt plea.
“Please say something,” he urges, his hand squeezing mine, seeking reassurance.
Words fail me in this moment, but actions speak louder than any speech. I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that’s meant to convey all the words I can’t find.
Nickolas reacts with a soft gasp of surprise, but he quickly recovers, his arms wrapping around me to pull me closer. I melt into him, deepening the kiss, letting my actions speak. His taste is intoxicating and leaves me dizzy with longing. We kiss until we need to breathe and have to pull apart. When we finally do, my lips are swollen from his kisses.
“I’m not leaving you because something horrible happened to you in the past,” I whisper, my breath mingling with his as I press my forehead against his.
Nicholas captures my lips once more, the intensity of his kiss igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both. His hands trace the contours of my body with a hunger that leaves me breathless, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, my dress is gone, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my underwear. He pulls away, and I gaze up at him, my chest heaving with anticipation.
“Kneel,” he commands, his voice sending a shiver down my spine as my core clenches. Without hesitation, I obey, sinking to my knees before him, my pulse racing with a heady mix of excitement and trepidation.
Nicholas unbuckles his belt with practiced ease, the sound echoing through the stillness of the room as he pulls his member free from the confines of his pants. The sight of him standing before me hard sends a surge of desire coursing through my veins, the wetness pooling between my thighs a testament to the effect he has on me.
I lean forward, eager to taste him, but Nicholas stops me with a firm grip on my hair, pulling me back with a look of determination in his eyes. Confusion clouds my thoughts as I stare up at him.
“Hands behind your back,” Nicholas commands, his tone firm, and I obey. I feel the cold metal of his belt encircle my wrists, binding them together in a makeshift restraint. As he stands before me once more, his hand finds its way into my hair, tilting my head back to meet his gaze.
“Suck,” he orders, his voice devoid of emotion, but the mere command sends a jolt of desire straight to my core, leaving me trembling with need. Without hesitation, I take him into my mouth, the taste of him overwhelming my senses as I struggle to accommodate his size.
I suck him eagerly, my throat burning with the effort of accommodating his girth, determined to please him despite the discomfort. Nicholas takes control of my movements, guiding my head with a firm hand as he thrusts into my mouth with increasing urgency.
“Good little one,” he murmurs, his control unyielding as he moves my head with purpose, aiming to bring himself his release with each forceful thrust. Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, my throat burning as I duck him hard.
“Fuck, Amelia,” he groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy as I continue to suck him with fervor.
“You look so fucking beautiful right now, little one,” he praises, his eyes locking with mine as he gazes down at me with desire. His compliment washes over me, causing more wetness to pool between my legs.
I continue to suck until the taste of him floods my mouth as he releases his cum into it, his grip on my hair tightening as he reaches the peak of his climax.
“Good girl,” he whispers, lifting me off the ground by my hair. He wipes away my tears with gentle hands, his gaze softening as he looks upon me with a mixture of lust and another emotion in his eyes. I can’t figure out what yet.
Nickolas’s touch sends shivers down my spine as his hands trail from my cheeks, igniting a trail of fire along my skin down my chest. His fingers tease and tantalize, brushing over my hardened nipples, each caress sending pulses of desire coursing through me. With a gentle yet possessive grip, he halts at my core, parting my panties with a deliberate slowness that leaves me breathless. He inserts a finger into it.
“Someone’s ready for me to take her,” Nickolas’s voice, husky with desire, sends a thrill through me.
“Yes, Nickolas, I am,” I breathe, feeling the heat of his gaze as he pulls my head back.
A sharp gasp escapes my lips as he delivers a light slap to my breast, the sting mingling with the rush of arousal. “Call me daddy,” he commands, and my heart swells. He’s only doing this because he knows I’m into it.
“Daddy,” the word slips past my lips, my heart swelling more at the smirk that graces his lips.
Nickolas moves his hands to my waist, his touch electric against my skin as he slowly pulls my panties down. I step out of them, my breath catching in my throat.
“Walk to the bed and lean over with your ass out,” he commands, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I do as he says, anticipation building inside me with each step. A second later, I feel Nickolas at my entrance, hard and pulsing with need. He enters me without warning, filling me completely.
“Nick…” I gasp, but before I can finish saying his name, he slaps my ass, the sting only heightening my arousal.
“Daddy,” I moan wantonly, and he rewards me with a deep thrust that has my toes curling. Nickolas grabs the middle of the belt and begins to pound into me harder and faster, hitting that sweet spot inside me over and over.
Waves of pleasure radiate through every fiber of my being. I’m dripping with desire, wetness coating my thighs as he takes me relentlessly from behind.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg breathlessly, pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts.
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” Nickolas groans, gripping my hips with his other hand as he drives into me with the need to remind me who owns my body. My eyes roll back in ecstasy, and I can feel my release building, the coil inside me winding tighter and tighter with each snap of his hips.
Nickolas thrusts into me again and again, building my release to dizzying heights. My toes curl, and my hands fist the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as pleasure overwhelms me. I’m right on the edge, my body tensing in anticipation of the impending orgasm.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, my inner walls starting to flutter around his thick length. “Make me come, Daddy. I need it.”
Nickolas suddenly stills and pulls out. I feel him spill his own release on my back with a low groan. Panting, I turn my head, a pang of disappointment and frustration hitting me as I realize he’s left me hanging, my own climax cruelly ripped away at the last second. Nickolas is already getting dressed, tucking himself back into his pants.
“Nickolas…” I say breathlessly, an unspoken plea in my voice. But he ignores me, his expression impassive as he buttons his shirt.
“Nickolas, please…” I try again, squirming against the ache between my thighs, desperate for relief. He turns to look at me then, his eyes raking over my naked, trembling form. He licks his lips, desires warring with dominance in his gaze.
He walks over to me and undoes the belt. “Next time, when I give you an order, you obey,” he says sternly. “And if I find out you finished yourself off while I’m gone, I will punish you again.” With that, he turns on his heel and walks out, leaving me gaping after him in disbelief.
I can’t believe he just did that – worked me up to the brink of orgasm only to deny me and leave. He could have punished me in any other way-spanked me even-but instead, he’s left me hanging. The urge to reach between my legs and find my own release is overwhelming, the ache of unfulfilled arousal throbbing insistently. But I don’t dare disobey him, not after that warning.
Groaning in frustration, I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the ache, but the slightest movement has me teetering on the edge again. Nickolas has absolutely wrecked me, leaving my body primed and desperate. I don’t know how I’m going to survive until he allows me to cum. His dominance, his control over my pleasure, is maddening… and incredibly hot.
I make my way to the bathroom, intending to shower and clean up. As I look at the showerhead, an idea pops into my head, fueled by the still-aching need for release.
“Don’t do it,” Marie’s voice echoes in my head.
“He won’t know,” I counter silently.
“He will trust me,” she insists.
“I hate you,” I reply petulantly, though there’s no real heat behind the words, just a playful defiance as I sever our connection.
She’s right, though. Nickolas would know somehow. I give up the idea with a sigh and step into the shower. While cleaning my body of his cum on my back, my mind drifts to our conversation earlier.
Nickolas had avoided discussing his scars in more depth by initiating sex. I would have pushed for more, but knowing that simply confessing to being raped must have been incredibly difficult for him. Vulnerability doesn’t come easily to him. I’ll find the right moment to encourage him to open up more.
At the same time, my heart swells, remembering how he alluded to his growing feelings for me, even if he couldn’t say the words directly. I already knew I was falling for him, but knowing he feels the same gives my heart the reassurance it needs to acknowledge my own feelings.
I know without a doubt that he means the world to me now. But with these emotions come challenges. I can’t ignore the fact that a future together still seems impossible. Tears well in my eyes as I imagine a life without Nickolas; the mere thought of it is devastating. I have no idea how we could make a future work, but I’m determined to find a way. I know for that to happen, Nickolas needs to let go of his vendetta against my father. I’m not sure how I’m going to achieve that, but I’m willing to try. I can’t afford to give up before giving it my all.
I step out of the bathroom, still aching between my legs. I get dressed in one of his T-shirts. I lie down in bed and wait for him. I doubt he’ll leave me hanging for long, so I wait until, unfortunately, sleep claims me.