Page 13 of Owning Nicci

Did they hurt her? Did they touch her?Possessive anger flows through me at the thought, hot and churning, and I force myself to tamp it down. It’s a natural reaction, I tell myself, to be angry over the thought of another man touching what now belongs to me. I ignore the fact that I’ve felt this way since the moment I saw her.

And I need to be careful, I remind myself. Nicci might need me for now, but there’s no guarantee that if I teach her to use weapons and defend herself so that she can get revenge on the men who have hurt her, that it won’t come back to haunt me. After all,Ibought her. I’ve reminded her again and again that her will is no longer her own, that she belongs to me now. And knowing how bloodthirsty myprincipessais, I know I’ll need to watch my own back.

It would be smarter to tell her no. To refuse her and stick with my old plan of breaking her until I get what I need…and what I want. But after years of discipline and careful planning, the novelty of her offer is hard to resist. Hard to say no to.

Still, I’m the one in control. If she’s offering her submission, she’ll have to prove it to me before I give her a firmyes.

I sweep my thumb over her lower lip, enjoying the feeling of the plush curve underneath my touch. My cock throbs and aches, wanting to feel those lips wrapped around it. I’ve been hard for what feels like hours, and I desperately need a release. It’s been weeks since I’ve been with a woman, too focused on Nicci, on wanting to claim her for my own. Now, it’s difficult to think about anything other than an orgasm that doesn’t come by my own hand.

“Show me how you’ll submit to me,principessa, and we have a deal.”

For a moment, I think she’s going to refuse. That we’ll end up locked in a standoff where she demands I agree before she gives me anything, and I refuse to say yes until she submits.

In which case, she’ll get nothing, and I’ll take her to the playroom and teach her what happens to a pet who speaks out of turn.

Her green eyes lock with mine, as if assessing how sincere I am, how likely she is to get her way. I can see the wheels turning in her head. And then, abruptly, she sinks to her knees in front of me, reaching up to tuck her long, thick blonde hair behind her ears.

“Fine,sir,” she purrs. I hadn’t thought my cock could get any harder, but at the sound of her faintly French-accented voice turning sweet and calling mesir, I find out that I can. I’m rock-solid, a bar of iron threatening to tear through the front of my suit trousers, and I grit my teeth as Nicci raises her long-fingered, delicate hands to my belt. “I’ll do my best to please you.”

I can hear the hint of defiance under the words, the faint sarcasm, but I ignore it. I know she’s going to do her damndest to get me to agree, that this is going to be the best fucking blowjob she can manage, and I can’t fucking wait. I can feel anticipation shivering through my veins, and it’s an effort to hold onto my composure, to wait and watch what she does instead of whatIwant to do—which is yank my zipper down, grab the back of her head, and shove her mouth onto my aching cock.

But this is a test. She’s proving her ability to submit. So I stand there, utterly still and aloof, as Nicci unbuckles my belt.

She’s still in her ridiculous clothing from the club, and the short pleated skirt and fishnet top look completely out of place here in the sleek, elegant guest room of my penthouse. If things had played out the way I had expected, I would have ordered herto shower and then forced her to walk naked to the playroom, where I would have given her her first lesson in obedience.

So which is it? Am I in control, or is she running the show?

The thought sends a pulse of anger through me, but Nicci is already reaching for my zipper, her crimson nails bright against her pale skin as she drags it down.I’m in control,I repeat firmly in my head. I ordered her to prove to me that she’s capable of submission, and that’s exactly what she’s doing.

She looks up at me, blue eyes wide as she presses her palm over the thick ridge of my cock through my boxer briefs. Her tongue slides over her lower lip, still stained a deep berry with the remains of her lipstick, and her fingers slip into the opening, reaching to slide my length free.

I let out a hiss of pleasure when I feel her fingertips brush against the straining flesh. A jolt of sensation ripples down my spine, and I lean into it, groaning at the feeling of a hand other than mine touching my cock as she wraps her fingers around it, and slips me out.

Her eyes widen, ever so slightly, as she sees me fully exposed for the first time. I’m under no illusions that I’m anything other than large—thick and long—and the look on her face strokes my ego just as surely as she’s about to stroke my cock.

I suck in a breath as her hand slides upwards, her thumb brushing against the sensitive, swollen tip, stroking the soft flesh just beneath it. Her touch is light, teasing, and I’m tempted to tell her what I want, but I grit my teeth and wait. I want to see what she does, what skills she’s planning to showcase for me here.

Her thumb strokes upwards, swirling the thick bead of pre-cum that’s pearling at the tip around the sensitive flesh. My shaft is already damp with it—I’ve been dripping arousal for as long as we’ve been talking—but the feeling of her spreading it across mytip makes my spine stiffen and my knees feel weak. Her touch, gentle as it is, feels so fucking good.

She slides her hand up, over the tip and all the way back down the shaft, in one long, slow stroke that I suspect is drawing this out on purpose, giving her a moment to get used to my size before she tries to take me in her mouth. And then she leans forward, pressing those berry-stained lips against my cockhead, and slides her tongue underneath it as she starts to wrap them around me.

I groan, sliding my fingers into her hair to wrap my hand around a fistful of it as she slides further down, her tongue circling my tip as she takes me deeper. Her mouth is fucking perfection. It’s better than I could have imagined, hot and wet and the perfect tightness, the perfect suction. Her smeared eye makeup and faded lipstick only add to the deliciousness of the picture in front of me, and it only makes me want to wreck her further. To show her just how far I can push her when I’m fully in control.

To make her serve my every desire, at my whim.

“That’s right, pet.” I tighten my grip in her hair, lust jolting through me at the sight of her lips stretched wide and taut around my cock. “My pretty littleprincipessa. How does it feel to suck a real cock? One big enough to make you have to work for my cum.”

Nicci’s eyes widen, and I catch a hint of defiance in her gaze, a flicker of hatred at the reminder of what she was doing at the Gilded Lily just last night and for many nights before that. She moans around my cock, a practiced sound, and I frown, pulling my cock free from her mouth with an audiblepop.

She glares at me, leaning in to grab it again, but I wrap my free hand around my length, slapping the tip harshly against her cheek. I grip her hair tighter, holding her in place as I slap heragain with my cock, on her face and then on her mouth, before shoving it roughly back between her lips.

“Don’t fake a moan for me,principessa,” I warn her. “If I hear a sound of pleasure from you, I expect it to be real. Moan for me again, and I’ll slide my fingers in that pretty pussy of yours to find out just how wet you are. If you’re not, you won’t like the punishment that comes after.” I lock my gaze with hers. “Now try again.”

There’s resentment burning in Nicci’s eyes; I can see it clear as day. But she just nods, leaning in to wrap her lips around my cockhead again, blue eyes still meeting mine as she starts to suck again.

Andgod, it feels just as fucking good as before. Her tongue is a marvel, sliding over my tip, around it, and teasing the soft flesh just beneath, tracing the veins in my achingly stiff shaft as her lips slide further and further, taking me deeper into her mouth with each second that passes.

I groan, jaw tight as I fight off the urge to come too soon. My balls are tight and aching, and I could come right now just from how fucking good her mouth feels. But I want to know just how far she’ll go to get what she wants.

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