by Nikki Prince
“You can and you will, Cinda. I’m going to continue to touch you and you can’t come. It’s part of your punishment for running.”
Her head fell back against the arm that he had resting on her chair. She bucked slightly as he dipped the tip of a finger into her entrance, swirling it around in her juices.
“Yes, Master Nico.” She whimpered.
“Felipe has a wonderful idea.” Before she could fully comprehend what he meant he’d removed his hand and picked her up and set her in his lap just like Aurora was in Felipe’s lap.
She could feel his cock pressing into her ass as he established her on his lap. It was a deliciously sinful sensation. She rested back against him, leaning her head to the side as he kissed the side of her neck, nipping at the skin there.
He trailed kisses up to her ear, licking the lobe and then whispering, “I plan to have you so hot you will be begging to come.”
“That’s not far off already, Master Nico.”
“I know … but you do know your disobedience is call for orgasm denial, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know.” She wasn’t worried. It was actually quite wonderful when he finally allowed her to come. He had denied her before. He was a sensualistic Dom, and he’d make sure all of her senses were aroused before she came, which would make the orgasms that she had with him all the better.
“I see you like the thought of that, my pet.”
“I do, Master Nico. I’m finding it hard to think about anything other than what exquisite torture you’ll put me through.” She’d missed this, missed being close like this with him and letting him take care of her. It was nice not having to worry about anyone else. Not a care in the world but to be his.
Bruno returned with their drinks, setting them down and then just as swiftly leaving.
“Drink up, my sweet, but only enough to get a buzz. I want you cognizant of everything that’s happening.”
Leaning forward she picked up her glass and settled back against her Master. Nico picked up his drink and raised it up. Felipe and Aurora did the same, so she followed suit.
“To a night of erotic proportions and lust-filled dreams, that each of us will enjoy,” Nico announced. They all tapped their glasses together and drank. Then Felipe set his glass down and took Aurora’s and put it down as well.
“Come, mi cielo; let’s leave these two to their own devices. The Saint Andrew’s Cross is waiting for us in our suite.” Aurora slipped from his lap and turned back to Nico and Cinda.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Cinda. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. I’m told that you have a real fetish for shoes. I know a great place we can go to sometime, if you wish.”
Cinda grinned. “I’m not the only one with that fetish.” She nudged Nico and they all laughed. “I’ll take you up on that some time.” The other couple left, and they settled into a comfortable silence as they drank their drinks. Cinda knew that this was Nico’s way of having her anticipate what would happen once they were done. He’d place the occasional kiss to the side of her neck. All the while his hard shaft pressed against her was a telling sign that he was just as horny as she was.
“I can smell how wet you are, Cin. Tonight is all about showing you what you’ve been missing all these years. What you’ve kept from the both of us.” She took another drink from her glass then set it down. She was starting to feel nice and fuzzy. He’d told her to drink just enough but not to become drunk. She would not disobey him.
“Forgive me, Master Nico, for running.”
“Oh you’re already been forgiven, though you will still be punished. Do you understand why, Cinda?”
“Yes, it’s a matter of me putting my trust in you. Trusting you to take care of me and give me everything I need. By running I placed my trust in myself and not in you.”
She truly did understand why she was to be punished. She’d signed a contract with him then run out on it. A good submissive didn’t do that. There was still so much hanging in the balance, but she was going to live in the moment and let the rest take care of itself. By the end of this weekend she’d know whether she’d stay or go.
“Good girl. Now we’re going to go to the suite. It’s time to let me take care of you.”
She stood and waited for him to lead the way. When he wrapped his arm about her waist and pulled her close to his side and led her away from the table, it was the safest she’d felt in a long time and the most cherished.
***
Nico gazed over at Cinda as she strolled towards the spot he told her to stand in. It was the suite they’d used five years ago, and it hadn’t changed. The walls had mirrors all around, and there was a large canopy bed off to the left side along with nightstands on either side of the bed. He’d also had a table placed in the room that held the items for their play. She hesitated briefly by the table, running her fingertip along the edge. She hesitated at the flogger, and he smiled then cleared his throat. He’d had her pause there and so that he could look over her outfit. He hadn’t been able to admire her while they took care of the earlier business. Right now all he wanted to do was take her in and appreciate the woman she’d become in the last five years.
He didn’t just want her because she was gorgeous, though that was indeed the case. No, he loved her because of her kindness towards others and her willingness to do whatever she could to please others. No matter what it cost her, Cinda was someone you could depend on. It was time for her to rely on someone else.
That someone else was him, and he’d make sure by the end of this weekend that she admitted that. There was no going back. He couldn’t let her go. Now he had to make sure she realized her own worth and that reaching out and taking what she wanted and being cared for wasn’t a bad thing. He settled in the chair that had been placed in the middle of the large suite, letting his eyes roam from her stilettos and then slowly up those impossibly long mocha-colored legs in the barely there dress.
Her chest rose quickly under the fabric, her breasts straining against the cloth, allowing him to see that her nipples were hard. He fixed his emerald-colored eyes on her chocolate ones. He brought his fingers up to absently stroke over his goatee as he let her wait before he spoke to her. Anticipation was the key. He wanted her so revved up that she had no choice but to turn to him for what she needed.
“Do you remember our first night together? Why I stopped you and asked you to dance?”
Cinda nodded her head. “I remember, Master Nico.” He wiggled his finger for her to come forward and held his hand up when she stood right between his legs. He widened his legs so that there was a bit of space on the chair.
“Put your heel right there.” He pointed to the space. Obediently she did so, letting the tip of her shoe slide slowly over his crotch. He smiled. Bringing his hands to her raised calf he stroked his fingers along her skin, caressing softly before he cupped the stiletto in his hand.
“You know I still have the shoe you left back at my office.” He held her gaze and watched her nod.
“Yes … yes,” she cleared her throat, “Yes, Master Nico.”
“These are gorgeous as well. I’m going to fuck you in them.” He watched as she bit her bottom lip.
“Like that, do you? You may not have realized it, but you wore this outfit for me and only for me.”
“I love it when you talk to me like that. I’m so wet right now.” She gasped as he leaned close and nipped the side of her calf. “Ohhh god, mmm, that feels so good.”
“We’re talking about the first time I saw you. You were out on the dance floor, dancing with someone else. Your dress was so short I could almost see your ass cheeks peeking out from under it and you had these insanely high heels on. Remember?” He nipped her again and she groaned.
“Mmm … yes, I remember.” He trailed fingers up her leg to her thigh, stroking the skin softly.
“I want you to undress and stand right there in the middle of this room in your heels.”
There was a twinkle i
n her eye when she picked her foot up from the chair and once again brushed it against his hard cock.
“You know, my dear, you’re going to pay for that.”
“Yes, I know. I’m counting on it.” She squealed when he slapped her ass as she turned away from him. He watched her hips sway as she walked away from him and got into position.
“I want you to do it nice and slow,” he ordered her softly. He undid his pants, reaching in and taking out his cock. He gripped himself tightly and began to stroke. He watched as her pink tongue ran slowly over her lips, that spark still in her eyes.
Chapter Seven
In being submissive to him she felt powerful. She kept one hand on her hip and brought the other to the zipper that held her dress together, tugging it down slowly and baring every inch of skin until the zipper was just under her full breasts. She left it there, pausing for a few seconds as she dipped her fingers in between her breasts. She thought of the toys that he had on the table; she was in for it with him. Her legs trembled.
“More,” Nicolai said.
He was leisurely stroking his cock, from time to time fisting the head of it. She clenched her thighs together in desire when he leaned back in the chair and cupped his balls with his other hand.
Tugging the zipper down some more, she undid the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts from the confines of that red silk.
“Play with your nipples and dance for me like you did that night.”
She began swaying gently to some unheard music, teasing her nipples to even harder peaks. The power she had to make him want her occupied her mind and body with an intoxicating feeling. He moved his hand on his cock to the same rhythm that she danced. She spun around so that she was facing away from him like she had been that night.
In a moment she was back in time to five years ago, so caught up in the dance it all felt so real. It was almost as if he were pressed against her as he had been then. His face in the crook of her neck and his arms wrapped tight about her body as they swayed together.
“That’s it, Cin, take me back to that time. Make me crave you.”
She dipped down until she was holding her ankles, thrusting her ass backwards as she did that night. She could almost feel his dick pressed against her ass like it was there. She rose slowly, caressing her own legs as she did so. Turning back as slow as she could with her hand back on her zipper, she undid the dress until it just hung open. Her red thong matched the silk demi-bra.
She shrugged out of the dress, kicking it out of the way. Covering her breasts with one arm, she brushed the straps of her bra off one shoulder, shrugging out of it then doing the same with the other until the bra dropped to the floor. The only thing she was wearing now was her thong and six-inch heels.
“I’ve changed my mind. Keep the thong on and bring the flogger to me.” His voice was husky yet still it held so much authority. Eagerly she went to the table, grabbing the flogger and bringing it to him. He took it from her, though one hand still held his cock. The pre-cum glistened on the thick bulbous head. She licked her lips, aching to taste him.
“Suck me, Cin. It’s been too long since I’ve felt your mouth on me. Though only once, you’re due a spanking.”
God, she’d missed being spanked by him. Unquestioningly she got to her knees in front of him as he pointed his cock towards her. She licked the head, loving the saltiness and the flavor that was uniquely him. He grabbed her hair and drew her head back, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She moaned around his cock and heard him hiss with pleasure. He thrust into her mouth a few times then stopped to let his cock rest between her lips.
“It’s been so long I almost lost it inside your beautiful mouth, Cinda.”
He tapped her cheek lightly, her signal to remove her lips from around his cock. She did so, though not without allowing her tongue to lick his prick as he slipped from her lips.
“I didn’t want to stop.”
“There’s time enough for that later. Right now you have a debt to fulfill.”
Acceptance trickled through every part of her body. “I know what I need to do to please you, Master.”
“Yes, I believe you do.” She reached down and placed his cock back into his pants, doing them back up. Then she placed herself across his lap, her ass available to him, and the touch of his hand to her bared ass cheeks made her tingle. She was dangling half on his lap, her hands resting against the plush carpet. She was prepared for her punishment.
“Damn, baby, I love your ass, so beautiful.” She whimpered as he kissed one ass cheek and then the other. He hooked his finger and teasingly snapped the strip of fabric at her waist. He laid the flogger on her lower back, and then used his hands to knead the fleshy part of her ass cheeks. Nico eased the straps of her thong down over her hips, and then took it off of her as if it offended him. He returned his attention back to her ass. A few times he’d dip his fingers between her thighs and stroke over her wet pussy lips. It was exquisite torture not knowing just when he’d strike.
“You belong with me.” She felt the sting of the flogger as he hit her with it.
She arched into the smack to her ass with a purred moan. The burn from the flogger was exquisite. He smacked both cheeks in tandem, and all she could do was dig her nails into the shag carpet and roll with it.
“Yes, oh god yes, I belong to you.” Her ass was on fire, the stinging radiating from her ass to her clit.
“No more running, do you hear me, Cinda?” Each word was emphasized with a smack of the flogger. She knew her ass had to be a bright red. She jerked against him as he smacked her ass again when she didn’t say anything.
“I’m sorry, Master Nico. Yes, I hear you, I’m yours.”
“Get up, my pet, and go lie down in the middle of the bed on your back. Make sure you put a pillow up under your hips.” She lifted herself off of his lap and stepped towards the bed. Cinda situated herself according to his orders, loving how exposed she felt. Her ass still burned from the flogging he’d given her. God, a spanking had never felt so good.
From her place on the bed she eyed him as he stood, stripping out of his clothing at a leisurely pace. He laid each piece out over the chair neatly. It was all to show her patience. Her master never rushed anything, most especially their pleasure. The years had been extremely kind to Nico and his body was a powerfully honed machine. He was lean and muscled, strength in every line. Both of his biceps sported intricate Celtic tribal tattoos.
“How’s that fine ass of yours?”
“It’s still burning, Master Nico.”
“It’s just as it should be.” She saw the small smirk on his beautiful lips. “I think you like me spanking you, making that sweet ass of yours burn.”
“You’re right, Master Nico. I love it when you reprimand me.”
“Hmm, perhaps I need to do something else to make sure you’re learning your lesson.”
“I’ll accept whatever punishment you decide to give me.”
“Oh there is no doubt that you will. Time for running is over. You’ve realized that and now we move forward.”
Nico was right. What bothered her was that when the fear of losing control set in and the thought that she needed to keep an orderly life crept in, would she feel the same way? Breathe. Don’t think about it … breathe. She let out a slow, cleansing breath. When she opened her eyes again, she noted that Nico was at the table. He set the flogger down and then picked up the rope, lighter and Japanese drip candles.
“You need to learn to let go and let someone else take care of you.”
He strode over to the bed, placing the items down as he loomed over her. He looked so powerful and so able to take on any of her monsters. Hell, he and Dr. Fairee had all but gotten rid of her problematic stepsisters. Yes, they were balking at the very idea that they’d have to relinquish hold of the business her father built. She didn’t think even they could hold on and do battle with Nico. Only time would tell.
The true issue wasn’t the stepsisters. Th
e issue was that she’d run from the only thing in her life that had made her happy. She now had the chance to rectify it, though her modus operandi was always run first, think about it later. But in her heart of hearts she hoped she could stop running away from Nico and run straight into his arms.
“Give me your arms.”
She did so eagerly, holding both hands out to him. He didn’t say anything else as he tied them with the red-colored rope then secured her arms to the headboard with that rope. Nico then took her feet and secured them to the footboard. She was well and truly trussed up for his inspection, nothing left to the imagination at this point.
She snapped from her reverie when Nico pinched her nipple. That was a surefire way to get her attention. Bringing her gaze up to his, she bit her bottom lip.
“I think a little art work is called for.”
“Art work?”
“Mhmm, art work with the candles.”
Wax play. One thing she loved more than the burn of the flogger on her ass was the stinging pleasure-pain from the wax as it hit her body and hardened. She moaned softly.
“Please…” It was all she said, but it was enough for him to move into action and grab a candle. It was long, red and tapered. The phallic shape of that candle was enough to keep her as wet as she already was. She was so revved up and so ready for him that she was leaking on the pillow and wetting it.
“You’re almost ready for me.”
“Almost?” She could not keep the disbelief out of her voice. How could he say almost? The way she was feeling in that moment she could come if he just blew air across her clit, which was throbbing.
“Just as I said, almost. You, my pet, will wait to come. You will not orgasm before I say you can. So yes, you’re almost ready for me.” She heard the emphasis he placed on the word almost. She watched the flickering flame as he lit the candle. Then he tossed the lighter onto the nightstand. It hit with a small sound that carried through the room.
He raised the candle above her and tipped it so that a small stream of wax dripped across her left breast, and she groaned, gripping the ropes that held her tight to the bed. The slight pain that radiated through her body was eclipsed by the pleasure she received from the wax. Soon she was covered in several streams of the wicked wax, her body humming with desire.