Page 42 of Twisted Little Thing

CHAPTER XV

Nicky

Before I can ask what it is he wants me to do for him, he pulls me in for another kiss. His lips meet mine with gentle curiosity at first, but soon they are asking for – demanding -- more. He greedily claims me, asserting his tongue inside my mouth intrusively while keeping me in place with his strong arms.

I give in all too willingly, yearning moans accompanying the heavy breathing of our passionate kiss.

His hand wanders along my torso, skimming over my belly as he moves further down. I shiver when his fingertips travel across my mound to my already tingling center. A nudge against the inside of my thighs silently orders me to spread my legs for him, which I do obediently.

I moan loudly when he parts my folds and slowly reaches between them.

"Good girl," he whispers, interrupting our kiss. "So wet and ready for me already."

He observes me as I writhe under his touch, moaning and squirming as his fingers skillfully toy with my wetness. He deliberately disregards my most sensitive spot, only caressing my clit here and there, seemingly by accident – but every time he does, I welcome it with a desperate moan, begging for more.

"I need to know one more thing," he says. "Before we both lose our clear minds again."

"It might be too late for that already," I breathe hoarsely.

He shakes his head. "I need to know if I can fuck you bare. Are you on birth control?"

Oh, I did not expect that question.

"Of course I am," I reply. The thought of only relying on condoms has always seemed too risky for me, and I have been on the pill pretty much since I started showing any interest in boys.

His handsome face is consumed by a broad smile.

"Perfect," he says, leaning forward to plant passionate kisses along my neckline. "I want you. All of you. And I want you to feel all of me. I need to fuck you with nothing between us."

The only reply I can think of is the release of a desperate moan. I close my eyes and throw my head back with pleasure as he continues to kiss and lick alternating spots on my neck.

"I love how responsive you are," he enthuses. "How willing and ready to serve me."

His words make me blush and only add to my arousal. I hope he fucks me this time. He has to.

He withdraws his finger, leaving me with a yearning sigh as he moves it up to his face. I almost explode with embarrassment when he licks my juices off of them, moaning with relish.

"Delicious," he comments. "Your taste is divine."

I gulp, unsure whether to thank him for the compliment or not.

"But you know," he adds. "You already had your turn. This one is for me. Stand up."

He lets go of me and encourages me to get off the bed.

"Yes, Sir," I answer and follow his command.

"Wait here," he says, as I stand next to the bed, my eyes zeroed in on him in anticipation.

He gets up and walks past me. I hear him rummaging around, opening drawers of the dresser behind me. Again, I wonder how often he uses this room. I still haven’t seen any luggage or personal belongings lying around, but if there is stuff in the dresser's drawers, it must mean that he lives here. Doesn’t it?

"Put your hands together in front of your chest," he says. "As if you were praying."

"Yes, Sir," I comply.

He appears then in front of me, holding a piece of black rope in his hands. He casts me a quick smile before he starts binding it around my wrists, skillfully tying them together with elaborate knots. He appears quite skilled, making it obvious to me that he has clearly done it before. I adore the cute yet intense expressions that form on his face as he concentrates on the knots he is tying.

"Good?" he asks. "Not too tight?"

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