Page 56 of Twisted Devotion

He shifts, pressing my legs wider apart, and wraps them around his waist, pulling me closer. I moan when the hard length of him brushes against me, the heat of him sending a shock of pleasure through me. The fabric of his pants brushes against me, the friction almost unbearable in its intensity.

I tighten my legs around him, drawing him even closer, my body moving instinctively, hips lifting and swaying with the rhythm we’ve created.

Then, his hand finds that place I need, that ache I’ve been unable to escape.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re wetter now.”

His lips find their way to my other nipple, his tongue flicking over it with delicious pressure. I shudder as he alternates between sucking and pinching, driving me to the edge of control.

Before I can catch my breath, he kneels, pushing aside my panties, and runs his tongue over my pussy with a slow, deliberate swipe.

“Nicolas,” I gasp, my body shaking with anticipation.

He gently parts me with his fingers, his gaze fixed on me with such intensity that it feels almost reverent. I clench in response, and his eyes widen in pleasure.

His tongue brushes against me, once, then again, each flick sending waves of sensation through me. I can barely catch my breath, my body overwhelmed with need, struggling to focus on anything other than the heat building between us.

His two fingers slide inside me, and the pleasure is sharp, almost too much to handle. My hips rock instinctively, arching into him, seeking more.

His tongue on my pussy continues its steady, teasing rhythm, each motion pulling me deeper into the moment. He pumps me with three fingers, then four, each thrust driving me higher, my legs tightening around him, urging him closer.

The sound of his movements fills the space between us, and before long, the pressure inside me begins to build as I am nearing orgasm. My body trembles, so close, so dangerously close to breaking.

Somehow, even as his fingers work inside me, his free hand finds its way up, teasing my already sensitive nipple. A sharp jolt of pleasure shoots through me, pushing me to the very edge.

I’m right there. Just one more second?—

And then he stops.

His fingers withdraw, his movements cease entirely, and the orgasm that was so close to consuming me suddenly vanishes.

I look down at him, eyes wide with desperation. “Ni… Nicolas,” I manage to whisper, my voice unsteady.

He’s smiling. Watching me. His gaze flicks between my clenching pussy and my eyes, dark with amusement.

“I don’t know if you forgot,Bambina.”He murmurs,” but this is supposed to be a punishment.”

Realization crashes over me like a tidal wave. My heart pounds as I grasp exactly what he’s doing. I should have known—should have expected it the moment he stopped the spanking.

Nicolas isn’t just playing with me. He’s holding me hostage, my pleasure entirely at his mercy.

And hewantsme to beg him.

The thought stings, but the ache inside me is worse. If I don’t come now, I might just unravel completely.

“Nicolas.” My voice is barely a plea.

He flicks his tongue against my clit in the briefest, cruelest touch before pulling back. “Are you going to mock me in front of my men again?” he asks his voice low and taunting.

I shake my head.

He flicks.

“Are you going to challenge me in front of my men again?”

Another shake. Another flick.

“Are you going to challenge me at all?”

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