Page 27 of Owning Nicci

With one swift movement, I unclasp the handcuffs from the bed, sliding one arm under her and shifting us both so that I’m sitting up against the pillows, with her straddling me. I pull her wrists behind her back, clasping the cuffs together, and look at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks, her hair messy and her lips parted.

“Grind on me,” I order her. “Just like you were on Lucas’ lap. Grind on my cock until you make yourself come.”

Her mouth drops open. I see her wanting to refuse. I’m rewriting the memory that was forced into my head, the sight of her on his lap, but I’m doing something more, too. I’m forcing her to admit that she wants to come. To makeherselfcome, rather than accepting it from my hand. I can see the shame in the pink blush that colors her cheeks, see the humiliation in her eyes, and I push harder.

“Are you a good girl?” I tilt my head. “Are you my submissive pet,principessa? Or is our deal over?”

She shudders, resentment filling her eyes. She hates me; I can see it. But she also starts to move, her hips rolling in a sinuous rhythm as she starts to grind herself against my hard, clothed cock.

It’s going to take every bit of self-control that I have formenot to come. She looks fucking sinful like this, every inch of her bare, grinding herself helplessly against me, her blonde hair clinging damply to her skin. Naked, while I’m fully clothed. Chasing her orgasm, while I hold mine back. I’m the master, and she’s the submissive—and that’s never been more clear than in this moment, as I hold our deal over her head like a sword while she tries to fight her orgasm.

But she can’t fight it forever. I glance down between us, where the grey fabric of my pants is soaked through now where she’s grinding against me, her arousal plain to see. She looks at me, meets my gaze, and follows it down, her cheeks staining bright red as an embarrassed whimper spills from her lips.

“You’re getting me all wet,principessa,” I murmur huskily, fighting the urge to reach for her hips. I want to slide my thumbs over the sharp angles of her hip bones, squeeze her there, pull her down onto me as I thrust up against her naked pussy. But I’m not going to help her with this. She has to make herself come on her own. “Come on, pet. Soak me. Come for me.”

Nicci moans again, and I reach down just once to push her legs wider so I have a better view. She’s swollen and dripping, her clit throbbing as she rubs herself against the thick ridge of my cock, and she closes her eyes, her head tilting back as the pleasure becomes too much for her to ignore.

“Open your eyes,principessa,” I order her. “I want your eyes on me when you come.”

She lets out a distressed sound, half pleasure and half frustration, but she opens her eyes. They’re glossy with lust, dark with hate, and I can’t keep the smile off of my lips as I feel her rhythm stutter, watch her back arch, and her hips thrust forward as she gasps.

“I’m—oh god, I?—”

A moan spills out of her, rising to a shriek as her entire body stiffens, the muscles in her thighs trembling and twitching as she starts to come. I swear I can fuckingfeelher fluttering against me, and I sure as hell can feel her arousal soaking through my pants and boxers, my cock wet from her without ever being inside of her.

It throbs painfully, every inch of my body wound tight, desperate to be enveloped in her heat. It takes everything in menot to drag my zipper down and thrust into her, hard and fast, giving myself the release I so desperately need.

But it’s that feeling ofneedthat holds me back, even as I watch her arch and grind against me, letting out another sobbing moan as her orgasm tears through her, pulse after pulse of pleasure. She looks as if it’s been a long time since she’s really come, since she’s felt anything like this, and that need within me builds, held back by the barest of threads.

Her head drops as she shudders through the last of it, and she doesn’t move, still sitting atop my clothed cock in the mess of her release as she looks down at me.

“Good girl,” I murmur. “You came hard,principessa. How long has it been since you had an orgasm?”

She gives me a stubborn, mulish look, but she knows better than to not answer. “I don’t know exactly,” she says finally, her cheeks flushing a darker red. “A long time.”

“With someone else, or by yourself?” Jealousy flares through me at the thought of someone else fucking her.Never again.No one else will ever have her again. I sure as hell won’t be putting her to work in any of my clubs where ‘extra’ services are provided. But I could put her in one of my high-class strip clubs, for others to look at and for me alone to touch. Just the thought makes my cock twitch against her, straining against the soft, swollen, wet view of her pussy, and I grit my teeth as I feel pre-cum drip down my shaft.

Nicci’s teeth sink into her lip, and I know she felt it, that she’s biting back a moan. That makes me throb again, and I feel like I’m on the verge of going fucking insane.

“I haven’t touched myself in a long time, either. Not to a…finish, anyway,” she mumbles, clearly embarrassed. It only turns me on more.

“Good.” I reach for her finally, dragging her off of my lap and depositing her next to me before I can lose that last little bit ofself-control. “You’re not to touch yourself at all,principessa. Not even a little. And you’re not allowed to make yourself come. Is that understood? Your pleasure, your orgasms, are a reward to be doled out by me.” I reach for the cuffs on her wrists, undoing them. “I could put these back on you if I wanted to, if you disobey. Leave you like this.”

Her eyes glint with that stubborn resentment that I’m growing used to, but she nods. “I understand, sir,” she murmurs, her voice still shaky from her orgasm, and I nod.

“Good girl.” I stand up, taking one last look at her. I see her gaze drop to the straining ridge between my thighs, and I wonder if she wants it. If she wishes I’d fuck her, the way I’m dying to.

“Make sure you shower again,” I add before I can let that thought go any further. “Clean up. I’ll see you tomorrow,principessa.”

When I go back to my room, it takes everything in me not to give myself the relief I crave. My cock is iron-hard, aching, but I ignore it. I change into clothes for bed and slide beneath the covers, forcing myself not to give in.

But when I fall asleep, all my dreams are full of Nicci, wet and naked and begging for me.

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I wakein the morning to a sticky mess across my thighs and an unfulfilled, frustrated ache suffusing every part of my body. The moment I realize what happened, I grit my teeth, angry that she’s managed to have this effect on me. I haven’t come in my sleep since I was a teenager, but my dreams were full of her riding me—her hot, perfect cunt wrapped around my aching cock, and at some point, those dreams reached a fever pitch.

I should punish her for it,I think irritably as I go to shower and change into workout clothes. Images of her bound to the various apparatuses downstairs fill my mind, prompting another erection in the shower—one that I have to viciously force myself to ignore.

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