Page 46 of Nitro

While she writhes around, I unbutton my shirt. Her frantic flailing stops. She turns her full attention on me, so I give her a little show. I peel each button loose, taking my time, enjoying her dismay. She wanted it hard and fast. They always do. And usually I’d already be balls-deep in her by now, but not this time. For whatever reason, I want this to be different. Similar in some ways to what I like, what with her being handcuffed and gagged, but not exactly the same. Because she’s nothing like the others. She deserves a long, slow seduction. She needs to understand that I can be the biggest bastard ever in bed. I can hold out until she hates me. I do it so she knows who has the power in this room. Me.

She attempts to yell something, but the ball gag muffles the sound. I lean in as I peel my shirt off. “What was that?”

Her muted demands stay trapped in her throat where they belong. I’m in control here. Not her. I mean, she could use the safe signal, but she won’t. She’ll want to see this through. I know her. She’s not a quitter.

My pants are already unzipped, so I shuck them along with my boxers. The bar through the underside of my dick glints in the light. I wonder what Anton Chekhov would think if he could see me now. I snicker until Holly arches a brow. She has no idea what’s so funny. It doesn’t matter. I’m not aiming for humor with her. I’m focused on showing her my darker predilections.

Naked and ready to watch her beg, I stalk around the bed from one side to the other. She rolls her head, following my movements intently. She knows I’m going to pounce. But when? And how?

I glance toward the bag. I could blindfold her too, but I want those gorgeous blue eyes on me when she finally breaks.

The bedsprings creak under my weight. I trail one finger up the inside of her thigh toward her sweet center. She relaxesagainst my touch, satisfied that I’ve stopped fucking around and I’m finally going to play with her. Oh, I am. But not yet.

I stroke her damp folds with a feathery touch. Her stifled keening barely escapes the gag. There’s desperation in her tone, but not enough. I curl my fingers around her clit, sliding down and across that sensitive pad of flesh that sets her on fire. Her eyes roll as I increase the friction. Her hips lift slowly until she’s arching off the bed. The rapid beating of her pulse thunders through her veins. Her heavy breaths fill the room. She’s so responsive there’s a part of me that wants to push her hard and fast, to shove her over that edge just so I can watch her implode. It requires an excessive amount of patience not to do exactly that.

The second I move my hand away, her eyes fly open. If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man. Her puffy pink lips glisten, while a trail of dampness makes a mess on the sheets. She’s so aroused it’s impossible to ignore her gorgeous form. My body aches in response to hers. She’s spread out, wet and ready for my cock. I could slide into her, claim her, pound her mercilessly into the bed until I’m satisfied. But what fun would that be?

I like watching her squirm. It makes me feel powerful and in control, something I never had before I discovered this kind of sex. I spent so much time feeling helpless, enslaved to the desires of other people. Now I don’t have to suffer for my pleasure. I can indulge in it because I’m the dominant one. I say what happens and when. I’m in charge. Nothing’s going to happen that I don’t want. That’s the difference. That’s what she needs to learn about me.

As much as I want to prolong this agony, I crave the warmth of her curves. She’s got the sexiest body I’ve ever seen. Big and lush and voluptuous, like a pin-up model. I can’t wait to be inside her.

I stroke the length of my cock, stopping only to skim over the bar. Sometimes if I play with it too much, the pleasure rushes up and overwhelms me. I can’t let that happen. I intend to remember tonight forever, so I want to make it last.

When I lean down to suck one plump nipple between my teeth, she moans. A trail of saliva drips down from the gag to wet her chin. I could think of something else I’d love to see dripping off her chin, but I already have that image burned into my brain from when she gave me head. Fuck, I love her mouth and that tongue. I’m tempted to abandon everything just to gag her with my cock again.

My brain’s short-circuiting from all the options available to me. She hasn’t signaled that I should stop. She’s going along with everything so far, still watching me, still waiting. I reward her patience by laying face-down between her legs. Her pussy winks at me as I inch closer. She’s trying not to appear as desperate and needy as she is, but her body can’t lie. As soon as I lick the length of her slit, she’s wild with need. She tries to smother me, clamping her thighs around my head, holding me right where she wants me. Her powerful muscles only serve to inflame my desire.

I let her have her way. She rides my face, grinding against my tongue, arching and moaning and panting as she brings herself closer to orgasm. She’s so close that one more lick should be enough to set her off. Instead, I nip the inside of her thigh. She screams in protest, shaking her head in an attempt to throw off the gag. It’s strapped on tight. It isn’t going anywhere, but that doesn’t stop her from mashing her face into the pillow in hopes of dislodging it.

My teeth nibble along her hip as I move up toward her full breasts. Each nipple deserves its own bout of suffering. I bite down hard, watching how she reacts. Her eyes roll back, and she shudders violently. I thrust my hips against her mound butdon’t dare let my cock slip in. She’s not vibrating down there, so I know she didn’t come. Not yet.

Since I’ve discovered one of her weaknesses, I take full advantage of it, biting her other nipple. I suck it between my teeth and tug, pulling it taut until she’s wailing beneath the gag. I release it with a pop. She gasps as blood floods back into that turgid flesh. I make a note to buy some nipple clamps for later. If she likes this, she’ll love an even more intense form of nipple torment. I had a pair once, but they went missing. I still don’t know what happened to them.

She wraps her legs around my waist and tries to pull me inside. I let the tip of my cock brush her silky heat but arch back so she can’t take it all. I look deep into her eyes. She gazes back with a level of wanton desire I’ve never seen before. She tries to say something but can’t. I slide my cock up the length of her folds but deny her what she really wants. I need her to beg for it. She’s already done that as much as she can while she’s gagged. It’s time to let her speak.

I hover over her, teasing her entrance with the head of my cock while unbuckling the gag. The second it slides free from her lips, I crush my mouth against hers. She’s gluttonous in her kisses. Insatiable. Fierce. Vicious. She bites my lip hard enough to draw blood. I growl and plunge my cock into her, driving hard, forcing her thighs apart and making her take every inch of me all at once. She cries out as she wraps her legs around mine. Digging her heels into the backs of my thighs, she rocks up, matching me thrust for thrust.

This whole time I thought I was in control, but if I ever was, it didn’t last. She’s using me, working me back and forth, rubbing her clit along my shaft, and driving me nuts with desire. I’ve never wanted anyone like this. She’s better than anything I could have dreamed of. She’s just as crazed as I am. We’re ravenous for each other. I can’t get enough, but neither can she.

The headboard slams into the wall. I check to make sure her hands are safe. Unlocking her isn’t going to happen until after I’m done pounding her into the bed. She’s yanking against the cuffs, but not because she wants to be free. She’s using it as leverage when she rocks back. There’s a very good chance she’s going to rip the headboard right off the bed, and I’m all for it. Fuck, she’s so goddamn hot. Her pussy’s so wet and tight and—

“Nitrooooooooo,” she screams and quakes beneath me. The hard clench of her muscles strangles my cock. Pleasure shoots straight to my balls. There’s no fucking way I’m going to last. I don’t even bother trying. The sensation overwhelms me.

Hot spurts blast up along my spine. I roar as I fill her with everything I’ve kept trapped inside me for so many years. It’s not just about the sex anymore. I’m not holding anything back. There’s nothing more that she needs to understand. From here on out, she’s mine and I’m hers. That’s all that matters. I showed her who and what I am. She knows me now. The real me. And she didn’t push me away. She didn’t reject me. She took everything I had to give and didn’t question a single thing.

“Holly,” I whimper as I crash into her one last time.

“Come for me, baby,” she croons.

I drain myself dry, giving her every last drop. As we both try to catch our breath, I stay locked inside her. It feels like home. She feels like home. I never want to leave the comfort of her body, but eventually, reluctantly, I slide out of her warmth and move to lay by her side.

“Um, Nitro?” She glances at the handcuffs.

“Oh, right.”

I grin as I grab the key off the nightstand. Once her hands are free, she leans into my embrace and wraps her arms around me. I hold her tightly. My brain is mush. The only thing that matters is having her right here, right now. I can’t think about anything else because I just don’t give a shit. I’ve got my womanin my arms, and that’s all I’ve ever needed. And now I’ve got it. I’ve got her.

Chapter 14: Holly

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