Page 50 of DeLucas After Dark

I hiss, but he can’t hear my words. Nick presses his tongue against the side of my neck and tugs on the ring of the collar at my neck. “Can’t hear you, Tesoro. What was that?”

He removes the ball gag from my mouth, and I hiss, “You said I wouldn’t want to return home when you finished with me.”

“Is that an invitation to fuck you?”

“Please,” I beg as my juices continue slicking my thighs.

Hot lips press against the nape of my neck as the flogger drops to the floor, and he presses his hand between my thighs. Thick, long digits penetrate my folds as he slides two fingers and then a third inside of me. With his free hand, he squeezes my ass cheeks before slipping a finger between them.

I squeeze against his finger as I feel him prodding.

He chuckles a deep, dark laugh. “Don’t tell me no one’s ever been back there before.”

“No,” I gasp.

“Tonight’s a night of many firsts. No, amore mio?”

“You’re not going back there.”

He laughs. “You say that as if you have a choice.”

“I do.”

His voice goes cold and deadly.

“You have no fucking choice. The moment that you stepped inside this room and decided to give your body to me, you signed away all options.”

And there it is. The darkness that I sensed, perhaps feared, lurking underneath.

“I will fuck your ass, and you will like it. And no, I won’t be gentle. Because you mouthed off at me, I’ll fuck you up the ass until it’s raw, Tesoro.”

He pinches my clit, and I cry out. Why the hell am I still leaking juices for him when he just threatened me? What the hell is wrong with my body?

Nick kneels behind me and begins licking my thighs, cleaning the sticky essence of my desire. My head rolls from side to side as he draws nearer and eventually consumes my pussy with a hunger I’ve never experienced.

Once again, just before I cum he pulls back. Releasing the cuffs from my ankles and then my wrists, he says, “I’m going to fuck you really good and then I’m claiming that ass.”

“You can’t claim something that doesn’t belong to you,” I object, rubbing my wrists.

He doesn’t respond, but his dark eyes twinkle at me as he slowly undresses. I take in the multitude of colors stretching across his chest and arms. I would love to add to his beautiful canopy of color. Before I can ask him about the tattoos, he’s removed his pants, and my eyes drop to his length.

Damn! He’s huge, and while my mouth is salivating, my pussy is begging for mercy, and my ass is ready to run from the room. There’s no way that he’s putting that in any of my holes. He’s a fucking monster inside and out.

Nick stretches his hand out, grabbing his length and slowly working his hand up and down it. A bead of precum dribbles to the surface, and I kneel in front of him, licking it away. When I look up at him, those dark eyes seem to have grown darker, if possible.

He’s watching me and waiting to see what I’ll do next. The way that he’s been gobbling me up all night, I have no problem pleasuring him. It’s the least that he deserves. I’ve barely got his dick just over a quarter into my mouth before I start choking.

He pushes and pushes, stretching my lips to the point that I wonder if I’m going to have abrasions at the corners of my mouth. Pulling back, I spit down his length and use my hands to work it down while sucking his balls.

A large hand rests on my head, caressing as he encourages me, “That’s it, Bella.”

I pull back and work his shaft into my mouth again. Slowly, I work him further down until I’m gagging and have to take a rest. He pulls back and then guides himself back down my throat. He does this several times until we find an easy flow where he’s fucking my mouth hard and fast. The sound of my lips smacking and the hums from my throat are the only sound in the room, except for his intermittent “Mmms,” “ahhs,” and “fuck yeah.”

I feel him growing inside of me, and just when I think he’ll explode, he pulls out, grips his dick tight and squeezes his eyes. Helping me to my feet, he says, “You don’t get off that easy, Carina.”

He leads me to the red velvet chair, and he sinks on it. Fisting his dick, he says, “Take your seat.”

I’d love to tell him that my seat is on his face, but the way that my ass stings right now tell me I’d be in more trouble. Either that, or he’d oblige me since I get the feeling that he loves eating pussy, or at least mine.

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