Page 17 of Nidev and Lyric

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Mmm, baby,” he said, letting his thick groans loose. “My cock is slick with my desire. I’m going to make youfuckingtaste it. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You like playing nasty games with me?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“I’m fucking my tight fist slowly. I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth with it. I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock perfectly. Do you want to be my good girl student, Doo-nie?”

Her trembling breaths filled the silence before she burned him with, “Yes, Mr. Nidev.”

He gave a long groan as his orgasm sizzled in his spine. “I will be a very strict teacher. I will demand perfection. And you will be punished if you fail to please me. You will not touch yourself,” he warned. “Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Do you understand me?”

“Mr. Nidev,” she whispered around sharp breaths.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I understand,” she gasped. “I’ll be a good girl, so good.”

“Come to my apartment right now. I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock. And then you’ll return to your bed with your pussy dripping and desperate and you will not get a singledrop of relief. Unless… you’re a good girl and find a way to please me. Then I may give your little pussy a reward. Are you on your way?”

“Y-yes,” she hurried.

“You have five minutes to get here.” He hung up and his hunger filled every muscle as he ripped his way out of the covers to pace next to the bed. Fuck, what was he doing, was hedoingthis, was hetrulyfucking doing it?

He was. Yes, he was.

TRAPPING DOO-NIE

Shock, arousal, and fear ran in circles through Lyric’s blood as she made her way down the corridors as calmly as possible toward Nidev’s apartment. Mr. Nidev. OrKingNidev.

Oh God, she was doing this.

I trust him.

Yes, she did, with all that she was. Whatever he was going through and why, it didn’t matter. She’d help him. The risk was him getting over what was wrong with him and regretting all of it, regretting her.

She couldnotbe whatever she was about to become and survive a rejection after. No way. She would die in every way a person could die, no doubt about it. He was a million times too everything for her not to dive into him one thousand percent. One million. She was literally putting her heart, mind, body and soul on the line with this. On the line!

I trust him.

Oh, you had better, little girl because he can surely break you into a million pieces just with his voice and eyes, much less the entire package.

Her guts flipped a thousand times as she rounded the final corner to his place. Dear God, five minutes ago, he was jacking off to her on the phone. While talking to her! And she was going there to suck. His. Cock. It was surreal as much as it was abstract. The man she’d crushed on since she’d gotten to the school had picked her to work out his psychotic bat-bite obsessions with.

God stop me if this is wrong. Please. Stop me, make something happen to stop it. Otherwise, I’m doing this and once I do, I’m so done!

She stood before his door and rang the bell before chickening out. She swallowed, pushing down her raging pulse but the saliva only made it halfway and brought on a coughing fit. She covered her mouth, stifling it as the door opened to him in black silky briefs, adding panic to the problem. Water. That was all her brain could think as she sped past him to the kitchen, horrified that this was happening. She didn’t care about rewards, but wow, how sexy to open the door to your personal cocksucker choking on nothing!

By the time she quit dying, he was leaning against the island with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at her with his usual unreadable, beautiful expression. Right as she worried the mood was ruined, her gaze got hooked on the mountain sized hard on pushing against his underwear. Holy...

“All better?”

His soft, calm words drew her gaze up and she nodded, back to worrying about the cock sucking part of her visit. She really had no experience, she’d only done it once to George in hopes of enticing more and part of her was sure had she known how, she might have succeeded.

“Hi.” She nodded, remembering his question. “I’m…” Honesty! “So very nervous.” She suddenly feared it was the wrong thing to say. “But ready. To learn.”

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