Page 24 of Big Nick Energy

“So what, princess?”

“So right for each other.” I swallowed. “All the fantasies in my head, all the daydreaming and wishing the last year and a half…”

“Yeah?” he asked roughly.

“This is better than all of that,” I blurted out quickly. “Yesterday and today. I want everything with you, Nick.” I was laying it all out for him.

I didn’t even recognize myself at that moment.

So vulnerable. Wearing my heart completely out on my sleeve.Risking it all.It wasn’t like me. Not because I was doing something I didn’t want to do, but the opposite. I was finally safe and comfortable enough to be that open.It feels freeing.

“Fuck.” His husky whisper tickled my lips before he rested his forehead against mine. “How the hell am I supposed to take you sweet and soft after you said that shit?”

“You’re not.” I shook my head, pulling back and straightening my body. “I want you however you want to give it to me.”

Without looking away, my dark eyes locked with his light brown ones, and I took my bra completely off. The lacy material fell to the ground, and before I could overthink or worry about the imperfections of my body, I tugged on my pajama bottoms, the ones that matched his, and when I went to pull down the matching soft pink lacy panties, his hands reached for my hips. My skin felt over-sensitized. I loved his hands on my skin, the roughness of his calloused palms.

“Leave them on, baby,” he instructed. My nipples tightened at the bossiness in his voice.

“Okay,” I whispered, feeling breathless.

“Good girl,” he praised before I lost his gaze. I felt his eyes like a caress as he soaked in the sight of me in nothing but pink lace. “Fuck, baby.” He swallowed before ripping his own white tee off and showing me his bare chest.

“Wow,” I accidentally whispered. He was built strong and solid. His body a work of art covered in a pelt of dark hair that I couldn’t wait to touch. So, I didn’t. Bolder than I ever had been, I took the step between us, letting my hand stroke his chest. He felt so good. So solid and warm.And mine. All mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” I noted with awe in my voice. Now that the walls were down, I couldn’t stop myself from letting him know exactly how I felt and what I thought.

“You’re the beautiful one, baby girl. Come here.” His hand took mine, and half a second after he sat down on the edge of his bed, I was on his lap. “Are you sure about this, Blanca?”

“I told you?—“

“I know.” His jaw clenched. “But I need you to be sure. Completely. If you give me you, I promise I won’t let you regret it. I will work to make you happy. Anything to make you—“ I placed my fingers on his lips.

“We both will,” I cut him off. Our happiness wasn’t on his shoulders.

“One more thing to talk about, yeah?” I nodded, and his brows bunched slightly. “The daddy/princess dynamic?—“

“I like it,” I quickly answered, cutting him off again.

“Baby—“

“I do. I read a lot. I’m not the most experienced, but… this is something I’ve always been into. And if I’m being honest, and hopefully won’t freak you out, Nick, I’ve always thought about you like that,” I confessed, and the vibe around us changed.

The air felt hotter, thicker.

Electric.

“Good,” he said darkly. “I like it, too. It can be our thing behind closed doors or more. You pick that. We do what feels right. Something is too much or not what you are feeling, we talk about it, okay? Nothing is off limits with us, is that understood?”

“Yes.” I nodded, loving how easy it was to talk about this. My face felt hot. Not with embarrassment but with anticipation.

“If I say something or do something that doesn’t feel right?—“

“I’ll tell you,” I promised, and I meant it.

His hand stroked the top of my thighs, and I shivered. “Daddy,” I whimpered.

“Open your legs for me, princess,” he ordered, and I felt myself grow wetter. “Show me what you’ve been keeping safe for me.” God, that was hot. My thighs parted and my eyes dropped to his hands on my skin. “You’re so fucking pretty. When did you think about daddy, baby?”

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