Page 5 of Captivating Nash

Direct, but polite. His heart raced a bit faster. The space was dimly lit, with various BDSM equipment adorning the walls. Nash closed the door, sealing their world away from prying eyes.

"What is it you think I can do for you tonight?"

Deanna looked up at him and licked her lips. He wasn’t unaware of the effect his chiseled torso had on women. "I... I want to be taken," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to experience something... intense."

Nash's eyes lit up with a devilish gleam. "Oh, I can give you intense, baby. But first, I want to see how far you're willing to go." He moved closer, his scent filling her senses. "Are you ready to submit to me, Deanna? To let go of control and let me take the reins?"

Deanna's breath quickened, and he could feel her resistance melting. "Yes," she breathed, her eyes locking with his. "I want… need to submit. I need to be dominated."

The alpha male in Nash took over as he gently but firmly helped Deanna to her feet and then pushed her against the wall. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, enjoying the way she shivered in response. "Good girl," he whispered, his hot breath sending tingles through her body. "Fitz says you’re clean and on birth control. I am clean, as well. Let’s dispense with any barriers between us.” She nodded. “Even better; now, let's see how well you can take it."

With swift movements, Nash turned her around, quickly unlacing her corset and stripping it and her boy shorts from her body before turning her back around to reveal her full, creamy breasts. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing and kneading, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Deanna arched her back, moaning softly as pleasure seemed to course through her.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" Nash chuckled, his voice deep and commanding as he pulled her away from the wall—far enough to give him some working room and close enough to be able to reach anything he wanted. He lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently and causing Deanna to gasp and squirm.

"Please..." she begged, her hands gripping his shoulders.

Nash obliged, his mouth trailing kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His hands moved down past her waist, deftly slipping between her thighs and finding her wetness. "So wet already," he murmured, his fingers stroking her folds and teasing her clit. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?"

Her legs trembled as Nash's skilled fingers brought her closer to the edge. "Not yet, baby,” he said, giving her clit a sharp pinch. “Not until I say. I want to hear you beg for it." He slid a finger inside her, pumping slowly at first, then increasing the pace as her moans grew louder.

"Please..." Deanna panted, her body flushed and writhing. Nash added another finger, stretching and filling her.

"That's it, take it all," he growled, his free hand reaching for a paddle hanging on the wall.

Without warning, Nash delivered a sharp smack to her ass, causing Deanna to cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Oh, you like that, don't you? A little pain to heighten the pleasure?" He smacked her again, knowing the stinging sensation would blend with the throbbing between her legs.

"Yes... please, more," Deanna begged, her voice hoarse. Nash obliged, delivering a series of sharp spanks, each one making her cry out and arch her back, offering herself to him.

As Deanna's body trembled on the brink of orgasm, Nash pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, mirroring the penetration of his fingers. Deanna's body shook as waves of pleasure crashed over her, and she came with a loud cry, her juices flowing freely.

Nash held her tightly, his fingers still buried deep within her as her orgasm rippled through her body. "That's my good girl," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You took everything I gave you and wanted more."

Deanna, her body spent but satisfied, leaned into Nash, her hands exploring his muscular back. "That was... incredible," she managed to say between gasps. "Thank you, Sir."

Nash smiled, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Nothing compared to the subs that trained and played at Baker Street and Club Southside. "We're not done yet. I’m going to push your limits." He withdrew his fingers, and his eyes gleamed with approval. "Let's continue this journey." He led her to a nearby fainting couch, positioning her on her back, and parted her thighs, revealing her glistening pussy.

Nash kneeled between her spread legs and lowered his head, his tongue flicking her clit and sending sparks of pleasure through Deanna's sensitive body. He lapped at her folds, savoring her taste and driving her wild with desire. Deanna's hands gripped the couch cushions as Nash's skilled tongue brought her to the brink of another orgasm.

"Oh God..." Deanna's words were cut off as her body convulsed in ecstasy, her juices flowing freely onto Nash's eager tongue. He continued to lap at her, drawing out her pleasure until she was reduced to a trembling mess of satisfied flesh.

As Deanna lay panting, her body satiated but craving more, Nash rose to his feet, his erection straining against his pants. "Now, my sweet submissive, it's my turn." He unfastened the fly of his leather pants, revealing his thick, hard cock, standing proudly erect.

Deanna's eyes widened at the sight of his impressive manhood. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him slowly, feeling his veins throbbing under her touch. Nash groaned, his eyes closing momentarily as her touch sent waves of pleasure through him. "Use your mouth, Deanna. Show me how much you want this."

Without hesitation, Deanna leaned forward, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, taking him deep into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue, her hand pumping the base, igniting a wildfire of desire inside him.

"Fuck, yes!" Nash hissed, his hands gripping her hair gently and holding her steady as he began to fuck her mouth. "That's it, take all of me." He thrust his hips forward, driving to the back of her throat, his cock sliding in and out, her lips sliding up and down his shaft.

Deanna's eyes sparkled with determination as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his girth. Nash's breath quickened, and he held back his orgasm, wanting to prolong this moment of bliss.

"Enough,” he growled as he pulled her up, positioning her on her feet with a leg on either side of his hips. “I want to feel you around me, riding me." He guided her to straddle him, positioning his throbbing cock at her entrance.

Deanna, her pussy dripping with anticipation, lowered herself onto his length, taking him inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her. She moaned, a primal sound of pleasure, as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Nash's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his cock throbbing within her. "That's it, Deanna. Ride me hard. Show me how much you want this cock."

Deanna's eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensations, her body moving faster, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Nash's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and kneading, his thumbs brushing her nipples, sending electric shocks through her. Her body trembled as she came, her pussy clenching around Nash's cock, milking him with each spasm. Nash groaned, his own orgasm building, his control slipping as he thrust up into her, filling her with his hot cum.

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