Page 14 of Owning Nicci

“If you can take me all the way down your throat, the answer is yes.” I twine my fingers through another section of her hair, tugging on it. “Show me how far you can take my cock,principessa.”

That resentment flickers into determination. She looks up at me, eyes watering, her lips red and swollen, and she keeps going until I feel my swollen tip pressing into the back of her throat. She coughs as she tries to take me deeper, gagging, and the feeling of her choking around my cock is fucking exquisite. Tears well along her lashes and drip down her cheeks as her throat spasms around me again and again, and as I struggle to keep from coming, I wonder if she’s going to give up. If she’s going toslide off of my cock and accept her fate—that she’s been bought and paid for, and her only use now is as my personal fuck toy, with nothing owed to her in return.

But instead, she keeps going. I can feel her struggling to take every inch, and arousal pounds through me, my body burning with the need to explode down her throat. It feels so fucking good, my cock clamped in the hot vise of her mouth, and her tongue is still lashing over me, teasing every sensitive vein as she finally,finallysinks all the way down, her lips pressing against the taut flesh of my abdomen as I’m buried fully into her throat.

I want to fuck her face. I want to fucking destroy her, to show her just how brutal I can be. A reminder to myself that I’m in charge here, and a reminder to her not to toy with me. That even if I say yes to her outlandish proposal, she’ll suffer if she turns on me.

But I can’t hold back any longer.There will be time for that,I think, just before she sucks hard at the base of my cock, and heat explodes up my spine.

My hand presses to the back of her head, and I hold her tightly against me, not letting her move an inch as I grind my hips against her mouth, my cock throbbing as my orgasm rushes through me. I feel her tongue lash against me as the first jet of my cum spurts down her throat, hot and thick. I feel her choke, hear her struggling for breath, but I don’t care. I’m locked tight in the grip of pleasure, the sensation spreading through me with a dizzying strength. I hold her until every spurt has flowed down her throat, until the last throbbing pulse has rippled through me and all I feel is relief, and then I let go of her head.

She jerks back, sucking in air as she coughs and sputters, toppling sideways onto the floor as she draws in ragged breaths. Her face is red, her eyes streaming tears, and I can see from the way she looks at me that all she feels for me in this moment is pure, unbridled hate. But she says nothing, and when I look ather swollen mouth, there’s not so much as a drop of cum leaking from it. She swallowed it all.

“Good girl,” I murmur, and the glare she shoots me could freeze lava.

“Did I pass?” she asks caustically, and I make her wait for a long moment, tucking my cock back into my suit trousers and zipping up.

“You’re a brat,principessa,” I tell her coolly. “I can see it in your eyes right now, hear it in your voice. You’re pretending to submit to me?—”

“I did what you wanted!”

“Donotinterrupt me!” I move towards her, grabbing her by one arm and hauling her up onto her knees. When she tries to get up further, I grab the back of her neck, holding her in place. “I am your owner, Nicci. I am your master. You will call mesir. You will obey me in all things. And when I tell you that you have misbehaved, you willmeeklyask what your punishment is. Is that understood?”

I can see her fighting the urge to spit in my face, to claw at my hand, to attack. But instead, she sheathes her claws and nods.

“Yes, sir.”

“Much better. I want yourtruesubmission. You sucked my cock the way I wanted you to and made me come. That’s a start.” I release her, taking a step back. “Get up.”

I can still see the resentment shining in her eyes, but she stands up, slowly.

“Take off your clothes.”

There’s the smallest flicker of hesitation, but she banishes it before I can call it out. With jerky movements that approach defiance, she yanks the fishnet top over her head, dragging the zipper down on the skirt with her other hand so she can let it fall off and kick it away. With those same sharp movements, sheunhooks the strap of her bra and slides her thong down her hips until she’s standing in front of me entirely nude.

She tips her chin up, as if she’s daring me to not like what I see. But Ido. I find her strikingly beautiful, even with her smeared makeup. Her body entices me beyond just my lust to possess her as a part of my revenge. She’s slender, with sharp collar and hip bones. Her waist narrow. Her breasts small and tipped with pale pink nipples. I can picture the marks I could leave on her skin when she’s earned a punishment, the stripes of red across the slight curve of her ass, her breasts, even the delicate folds between her thighs. My cock twitches again at the thought, swelling, but I ignore it. I’ve indulged enough for one day.

I lean down to pick up the clothes, balling them in my fist. “These are the rules of your submission, Nicci. You will remain naked at all times unless I specifically permit you to wear clothing. You will make yourself available to me for pleasure, in whatever way I desire, at any time. You will stay in this room, except for specific times when I will allow you out.” I gesture at the space. “There is a bathroom through that door on the far wall. The door will be locked, so don’t bother trying to get out. In fact?—”

I pause, enjoying the tension on her face. “If you obey these rules, my answer is yes, Nicci, if only because I’m intrigued by your offer. But if you break any one of them, at any time, I will take it back. There will be no more hunting these men, no more taking them down together. You will be my pet, my toy, and nothing more. Do you understand?”

Her jaw stiffens, but she nods. “Yes, sir.”

Fuck.I’m half-hard again, just from that. Maintaining control with her will be more difficult than I expected, and I’m not entirely sure why. Is it the challenge that entices me? Is her defiance that arousing?

“Good. Take a shower. I expect you to be clean the next time I see you. No makeup. Shave everything. Am I understood?”

Nicci nods again, a quick, bobbing motion of her chin. “Yes, sir.”

“I’ll see you in the morning, then. You’ll need training if you’re going to be the vicious little assassin that you want to be.”

She nods again, still standing there naked with her hands at her sides, and I have the sudden, hungry urge to pick her up and throw her onto the bed, to spread her legs and eat her out until she begs me to come, to find out what every one of her holes feels like wrapped around my cock. But she’s still filthy from the club, and I have no intention of touching her until she’s scrubbed clean.

I could do it myself, and fuck her in the shower, but that’s far too intimate. She’s a plaything, a toy, a pet. Mypossession.

If I don’t keep that distance between us, I’ll be fucked.

The thought startles me as I step out into the hall, locking the door behind me. What is it about her that’s shaking my control like this? Every time I’m near her, it’s as if I have to fight back urges that I’ve long since quelled into submission. And with every interaction we have, I’m more and more fascinated by who this defiant, fierce woman is.

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