Page 22 of Owning Nicci

He slides the swollen head of his cock against my tongue, dragging the thick pre-cum over it, a hiss of pleasure escaping him as he strokes himself slowly. He rubs the head back and forth, letting out a slow groan as he pushes himself over the flat of my tongue, filling my mouth as he slides to the back of my throat.

“Keep your eyes on me, pet,” he instructs, his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as he slides out and back in again, a slow, methodical stroke that has my heart beating hard. He tastes like salt and skin, the cedar scent of him enveloping me, and to my utter shame, I feel my arousal gathering between my legs, feel it soaking my folds.

I shouldn’t be turned on by this. But I am. And when Savio’s hips snap forward, thrusting his too-thick length into my mouth, my throat, I have to stifle a choked moan.

Somehow, I manage it. I don’t want him to know this is turning me on, that I can feel that pressure building between my thighs, my clit swollen, the urge to rub my thighs together almost impossible to deny. I don’t want him to know that by the third thrust, I’m dying to rub my clit, to come as explosively as I know he’s going to.

His hand reaches behind my head, wrapping in my hair as he braces the other against the wall, his cock buried in my throat now as he grinds his hips against my face. He’s fucking my mouth as if he’s between my legs, hard, sharp thrusts that keep me choking on his cock, barely able to breathe, and my eyes fill with tears, watering at the force of it. He groans, shuddering with pleasure, sliding out to the very tip before slamming into my throat again.

I can’t breathe. The awareness of my arousal fades.Everythingfades except trying not to pass out, to please him—focusing on this, his hard, sharp thrusts, his cock throbbing against my tongue, my head held mercilessly in place by the collar and his hand as he fucks me relentlessly, his sounds of pleasure filling the air. He fills my mouth once more, keeping himself buried there against my lips, before he lets out a ragged groan and I feel the hot spurts of his cum shooting down my throat.

Swallow. Swallow it all.My throat tightens around him as I swallow convulsively, taking every drop, and Savio moans with a sound that’s nearly painful as he bucks and shudders against my mouth. I feel him coming undone, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm, and I feel that rush of power again. The knowledge that I have something he wants so badly.

He stays there for a moment as I swallow around his cock, breathing hard before he slips free, straightening. He tucks himself back in, and I see his gaze sweep over my face. He reaches out, pressing his thumb against my lower lip. “You swallowed every drop. Good girl.”

“Thank you, master.” My voice is thick, a little shaky, ragged from the rough fucking that he just gave my throat. I don’t move—I can’t—and Savio’s gaze sweeps down, resting between my thighs. I feel my face flush, knowing that I’m so wet he must be able to see it—my arousal glistening on my folds and my inner thighs.

“In time,” he says, reaching out to unbuckle my wrists, “maybe you’ll earn an orgasm,principessa. But for now, the only pleasure that matters is mine. I expect you not to touch yourself without permission from here on out. Is that understood?”

I nod. “Yes, master.” There’s no point in telling him that I haven’t had an orgasm in months, that I can’t touch myself because I’d see him, that I don’t want to give him my pleasureany more than he seems to want to allow it. He’d use all that against me, and I don’t want to give him any additional weapons.

Even if, right now, I can feel desire pulsing through me, my body tight and hot with it, aching to be filled, fucked, given some release.

The only release I need is that Crow’s blood,I tell myself.And then another, and another. I don’t need pleasure from Savio. I just need to keep him satisfied.

He looks satisfied, but I can still feel that tension in him, that shivering thread pulled tight. An answering shiver runs down my spine, and I do my best to ignore it.

I shouldn’t have enjoyed that at all. But my sexual encounters in the past have largely been powerless. I’ve rarely slept with a man becauseIchose him. It’s always been a mark, someone my father wanted me to seduce, someone my father wanted to entice into marrying me, someone he gave me to as a punishment. This should have made me feel the same way—bound, powerless, used—but it didn’t.

Savio wants me because he wants everything his brother ever had. He’ll use me until he’s done with me, but until then…

Until then, he won’t let me go. I’m not sure he can. And the way he came unraveled just now felt like power.

It made me feel more in control than I have in years.

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SAVIO

Itake Nicci back to her room, eager to put distance between us in the aftermath of her first lesson in the playroom. I’d had other ideas—putting her over the spanking bench, tying her to the St. Andrew’s cross and flogging her before fucking her—all of which I intend to do in time. But something held me back from fucking her just yet. A feeling that I need to keep myself in check, to dole out these pleasures a little at a time. I had always intended to take my pleasure from her before indulging her desire to go after the first of the Crows, but something told me to go slowly. To give myself a taste, but not the full feast. Not yet.

It was the right call, too. I came apart too quickly in her mouth, the hot, tight clutch of it undoing me sooner than I wanted, stealing all of my hard-won self-control. I’d wound my hand in her hair, thinking of how her mouth was wrapped aroundmycock now, how I’d stolen something from my brother, how I was fucking her like she was mine to use, and I hadn’t been able to stop the orgasm that had unfurled at the base of my spine, white-hot pleasure blanking out everything else for a moment.

And then it was over, and I remembered that I’m the one in control. Not her.

Forbidding her any pleasure, even from her own hand, was my way of reminding us both of that. And I have no intention of giving her pleasure anytime soon.Mineshould be what matters, my need, my release, even if I caught myself thinking of what it might feel like to slip my fingers between her thighs, wondering what her moans might sound like.

What it might feel like to force her to give herself over to me completely, even her own pleasure.

Did she ever do that for him? Was it ever real between them?That possessive jealousy burns through me, and I shove the thought away as I close the door behind her and lock it. I’m finished with her for tonight, and my thoughts should be too.

But it’s not as easy as that. And as I retreat to the shower, I find myself wondering for the first time if I’ve gotten myself into something deeper than what I can handle.

If I’ve inadvertently set a trap for myself.

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The next day,I try not to think about it as I run through practice drills with Nicci. I focus instead on making sure she’s ready for what we have planned tonight, relentlessly running her through target practice, through her workout. She’s improved markedly over the last few weeks, and if she were anyone else, I’d tell her that I’m proud of her. That I’m impressed by how doggedly she’s devoted herself to her goal.

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