Chapter 47: Chapter: 47

ANDREA

Nicklaus ordered his voice hard, eyes so dark, they almost looked black. While I'm panting, breathless, trembling, and desperate to move, to get some friction.

He was calm as still water, except for the light sheen of sweat dotted on his forehead and tattooed washboard abs. And the way he gritted his teeth, his bulging muscles strained, there's no other sign that he's desperate to fuck me.

The bastard must be a masochist. Nicklaus leaned in, his broad palm that was on my back pulled me close, and… I threw my head back and moaned loudly when he sucked my left nipple hard, into his hot, wet mouth.

I couldn't control myself. I moved, writhed on his cock. He stopped my movements, with a harsh tug on my hair fisted in one hand, hard until it stung, while he pinned my hips in place with the other.

“Don't. Fucking. Move,” he gritted. I stopped and almost sobbed when he went back to sucking my breast, as if he were a starved, crazed man. Frustrated, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes, but I didn't move.

Nick's the most wicked jerk ever; his love for control is frustrating. How could he do this? This is torture. But he's doing it, not giving us what we both want just to test his control, at least I thought that's why he's doing this.

“Good girl,”

He praises when he lets my stiff nipple out with a pop, then grazes the tip with his teeth, releases it, and does the same to the other breast. My stomach flutters whenever he praises me, and I hate it.

But I couldn't control my traitorous body; I was a trembling mess in his arms. His other hand came forward, and I saw he was holding a nipple clamp. What the fuck? My ass was already stinging badly. It would probably be bruised.

And now this, I don't want those torture devices anywhere near my tits. Nick's watching me intensely and watching me try not to squirm and writhe on his length buried deeply inside me at the same time, trying to prevent him from clamping my tits. The lustful haze he's suckling had put over my eyes, suddenly vanishing.

Oh, hell no.

“I'm not letting you clamp my tits, asshole. It will hurt.” His face was blank, his heavy-lidded dark eyes glinted, and he looked almost black. He arches his shapely dark brow.

“I don't see how you can stop it, Andrea. And it will definitely hurt, there's no doubt about it, but it will make your orgasm more intense, which will please me. Not to mention the most important thing, I want it on you. I've had countless hard-ons just thinking of your beautiful pink nipples clamped for me. I bought this especially for you.”

I glare at him with no effect. It's really true there's nothing I can do, not with my hands handcuffed behind my back.

“You're an evil jerk and an as…”

oh! I helplessly moan when.

He laved my nipple, sucked, then released it, then chuckled. Before I could say anything more, he'd clamp one nipple and was about to clamp the other. Bastard. I tried to lift off of him when I felt a sharp pain; he held my waist and squeezed hard.

“Don't. Fucking. Move.” His voice is so deep and hoarse. Lust shot through me so hard and intense when he piston his hips once to punctuate his words, his hard cock rubs deliciously against my G spot. I moaned then trembled.

There's no way I'm going to control myself much longer. I'm so tense and strung tight that I desperately need friction now. He quickly clamps on the other nipple, his heavy-lidded eyes darken.

He picked up the golden chains attached to the nipple clamps and was swinging them near my navel. He pulled the chain, tugging on my poor nipples, pain/pleasure shot through me. My back arched as I moaned helplessly.

“Exquisite, fuck you're hot.”

“Now, Andrea, you can fuck me.” I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence. I lifted my hips until only the mushroom head of his cock was inside me, then took him back inside me hard. It burned, I gasped. The next thrust was slow.

“You can fucking take it, Andrea, do it. Hard.” His eyes held mine, his voice was all dominant, sweat dripped down my face as I lifted and took him deep inside me hard until I felt him at my cervix. Nick groaned, his eyes darkened. I gasped /moaned.

What is he doing to me? I took him inside me again and again. Then I couldn't stop. It burns, Nick was no small man, but the pleasure was intense.

Nicklaus watched me for a few seconds, consuming my soul in that moment with his dark eyes, tugging on my nipples with the chains of the nipple clamps as I fuck him, taking him inside my wet pussy over and over again.

Then his hands were there, lifting and slamming me on his hard cock, harder and faster than I thought possible. His thighs are wet with my juices.

“Fuck, you have the tightest pussy ever,” he growls. I moan, trembling.

Nick brought his face close and kissed me hungrily, our tongues began sucking, teeth clanging, lips bruised. It was raw, primal, and before long, I was coming hard, screaming his name; my orgasm blinded me.

Nick fucks me harder and faster through my orgasm, which makes my orgasm longer. His groan/grunt mixed with my moans filled the brightly lit room. Nick's frantic, he's so close, I can feel it now, his cock swells inside me, my orgasm was a never-ending, all-consuming thing, my pussy kept clenching, desperate for his cum.

And he gives me what I want, he comes hard with a loud groan, his cock pulsing inside my pussy. He's holding me tightly to him. I could do nothing but moan and writhe, with my hands cuffed behind me; I was completely at his mercy.

I lay on top of his sweat-covered broad chest and breathed, sated, my bones limp. My eyes began to flutter closed. I was beyond exhausted. I'm starting to suspect Nick is an incubus; the man is insatiable.

He carefully lifted me and pulled his slightly hard cock out of me. Then he sat me down on the bed, he removed the nipple clamps, I gave a painful moan, when blood rushed back to the mistreated nipples. He massaged them, then sucked them gently.

“Damn, Andrea, you are a fucking gem, and completely mine.” It's a possessive claim, now that I'm sated, my body boneless with that soul-wrecking orgasm.

I didn't have the energy to fight him on his assumptions that I'm his; I just want to sleep. And he's somewhat right, I'm his for the time being.

“Here, take this off. I need to sleep.” I scooted, turned, and pushed my hands at him, wiggling my fingers, in case he hadn't understood what I was talking about. I turned when he didn't uncuff me; his cold eyes glinted with dark amusement.

“What makes you think I'm done with you?” What the hell is this? A sex marathon? Are there cameras around?

“But…”

Before I know it, I'm flipped on my stomach, my face down, cheeks on the bed, my cuffed hands on my lower back, my ass raised the way he wants it, half my hair obscuring my view. This position is even worse. I could do nothing but take what he gave me.

“Nick, please, no more.”

“Hush now, I know you're tired, but you'll soon get used to it.”

“No! You're just going to kill me.” He chuckles.

“Death by cock. What a great way to go.”

“Rest assured, my cock won't kill you, Andrea. I'm just going to ruin you for every other man.” Somehow, I knew he meant it.

He took the soft strands covering my face in his hands, rubbing them between his fingers, and draped them over the other shoulder. I glanced back at him; his face was impassive, but the look in his dark eyes made me shiver. I moaned low when he thrust two long fingers inside my still sore and sensitive pussy.

“I still want more of you, Andrea. I want to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you will still feel me. Feel me deep inside you for days to come.”

“Now. When did you intend to tell me Juliette sent you to me? Why didn't you tell me you had worked in Mont's Bridals as a designer? Why wasn't there any mention of you working at my wife's company in your resume?”