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 shatt
ered. 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.
She peeked up at Nico who already looked like he was asleep.
“Nico?” she murmured.
“Hmm.” He twitched, telling her he was almost there, which couldn’t have been more perfect.
She waited a few beats then whispered, “What did she want?”
“Who?”
“The witch, what does she want to break the curse?”
He held her close, moving a bit, trying to get more comfortable. “I can’t tell you.”
Now or never… “Sure you can, this is just a dream, remember? You can tell me anything.”
She didn’t move, didn’t even breathe waiting for his answer.
“A trade,” he responded barely loud enough to be heard.
“Of what?” she whispered back.
“A life for a life, she told me. Someone has to go there in my place for me to be free.” A light snore a few minutes later told her sleep had finally claimed him.
For hours she stayed awake, thinking about what he said, thinking about love and happiness and everything a life should be. Being stuck, trapped, even in a beautiful home didn’t make it any less of a prison for him.
The first rays of sunshine peaked over the horizon and fear grabbed her by the throat as Nico slowly…disappeared. It started at his feet beneath the covers and they flattened out a bit at a time. She jumped when his arm moved. He laid his palm against her cheek and stared at her, as if trying to memorize her face.
The rest of his legs went, his stomach, up his chest. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She clutched at his hand, holding it to her. “Don’t go, don’t leave me.”
“I’m sorry, mi amor. If only…”
Whatever else he wanted to say disappeared right along with the rest of him. She closed her eyes and the phantom touch of his thumb brushing away her tears stayed with her.
She wrapped a pillow over her head and cried. Gasping sobs the likes of which she’d never heard from her own body filled the room. She cried until the tears dried up, her eyes left gritty, and her throat raw.
She padded naked to the kitchen to get a glass of water, then climbed back in bed, exhausted and wanting to sleep.
Hours later when sleep wouldn’t come she sat up in bed, staring at the laptop.
Her mind was made up but she had no idea how to get the witch what she wanted.
Miss Priss jumped up on the bed and snuggled in beside her, licking her arm, as if in condolence.
“I have to save him,” she confided in the only living creature that would probably believe her.
The kitty purred, staring at her.
“Now I just have to figure out how to get the password from him, get him to leave up his laptop, sneak over there and make a bargain with a witch I have no idea how to contact.”
She refocused on the kitty that had fallen asleep some time during their conversation.
“Great.”
Chapter Eight
Preparing to leave the only life she’d ever really known actually didn’t take her very long.
She put all of her important documents, including all of her contact info, passwords and manuscripts, off onto a USB stick shaped like a ninja. Her ph
one she’d take with her as well.
Yeah…that was about it.
Contacting her attorney to handle clearing out her apartment and finding the kitty a new home would be easy, once she figured out if her plan would even work.
She didn’t want to drag her clothes or anything else with her, figuring she could buy what she needed once she got there and have it shipped.
Questions plagued her while she ate some toast, not tasting any of it.
Will I age?
Can I still talk to Nico? Text him?
Would the witch even accept me as a replacement for him? I’m not anything special.
Self-doubt had no place in her mind so every time it tried to creep in she crumpled it up and chucked it out the proverbial window.
Miss Priss lay in the sun cleaning her face with her paw. Regret momentarily filled her. “I should have tried harder to find your owner. I wish I could take you with me.”
The problem? She assumed the laptop would let her through but it was more a guess on her part. It’s not every day she learned the guy she’d fallen in love with had been cursed for years and could travel through his computer screen to see her.
The second problem? How in the holy hell was she going to get him to fall asleep while she talked with him, especially since he might be kind of on to her plan if he thought hard enough about it when he woke up? Not to mention the issue of whether he would give her the password she needed to get to him?
Third problem? Did mental illness reside in both of their families and they just needed to have their heads examined? No self-doubt. Crumple…and…toss.
She eyed the clock. Half past nine.
She brought up her laptop to the Crossroads site, then picked her cell up.
After rubbing the buttons on her cell a few times, working up the nerve she finally sent him a text. “You there? Can we chat?” The little rolling circle whirled then the time appeared when the message sent. Nerves attacked her stomach, since she didn’t know if he could or would answer her. She mentally kicked herself for not asking more questions the night before.
His answer appeared almost instantly. “Yes.”
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