Chapter 37: abyss of pleasure

~Ian~

"What are you going to do to me?" Her voice was trembling with excitement as her bound wrists writhed against the restraints.

"Dirty things for sure." I was equally excited to see her under me like this.

My mind was constantly warring between being gentle with her and drilling up her ass relentlessly. I wanted to be inside her in every sense possible, to devour every inch of her and cover her in my scent.

Watching her offer herself to me, with no hesitation or doubt, I wondered if she was the one who had me tied down to her with something far stronger. It was her deep trust in me that held me down. I will do my best to never let her down.

"Ian," she whispered, dripping with desire as I uncovered her naked body.

The way she hungered for my touch, her willingness to let me hold her and please her; it was the best kind of feeling of power. I wanted to capture these moments and freeze them forever.

She looked up at me with longing from under her thick dark lashes, feeling wild with lust. I leaned in to touch her soft lips with mine. Her kiss was pure fire, and she tasted so divine. I was totally hooked to this addictive burn.

And how forgiving she was, even when I fucked up and hurt her so badly. She was a bad girl but a darn wonderful woman, my woman. I will fuck her so good that she will forget all about the pain I gave her.

When our bodies made contact, she arched her back, pushing those two lovely mountains of pleasure higher for me to grab. I fondled them with my mouth and kissed my way down. Her chest was steadily rising and falling with each lick of my tongue down to the sweet spot between her legs.

I pried her legs apart and lapped my tongue over her clit, pressing my finger inside her pussy. As the blood rushed to her clit with each passing of my tongue, it sent my cock throbbing.

I dig my tongue deep inside her, tasting her arousal while teasing her hardened nipples between my fingers. She cried out in pleasure, and every time she screamed my name, my cock ached, making me go insane about urgently thrusting it into her pussy.

As she was nearing her peak, I gripped her hips tightly and quickened the pace and pressure of my tongue. Cries of satisfaction filled the room while she pulled on the restraints until reaching her limit.

An uncontrollable sense of urgency devoured me. I held her ankles and prepared to slip inside her. She raised her hips to meet me with eagerness. My heart pounded as we reveled in the rhythm together.

Her breaths were coming in short pants mixed with heady moans that crawled up her throat. Watching her flushed face look at me and her naked breasts bounce to the rhythm, my length twitched inside her depths. She rocked her hips to meet my thrusts as I worked in and out.

She flashed a mischievous smile as she looked at me with those large doe eyes that were filled with lust.

Fuck! She's so cute... Everything about her worked to heighten my sensations.

Her body convulsed with ecstasy as her pussy tightened in spasms around my cock and she cried out my name over and over. I reached as close to the brink as possible and spilled myself inside her.

Once I got a release, I tortured her by building up the anticipation without touching her. She whined in protest and bit my shoulder.

"You turned me into some screaming, hot mess and now you won't give it to me?"

"Beg me."

"Take me, please!" She screamed between gasping breaths.

I shoved myself inside her again and pulled her entire body close to me.

"Uh, Ian!!"

She writhed under me, thrust after thrust until her body seized and surrendered to waves of abyssal pleasure, taking me with her each time.

"Oh, shit! We forgot about the goulash! Has it been two hours?" She sat up in a panic.

"I don't know. It can go to hell."

I pulled her close again, and we heard Mr. Prim knock at our door just then. I asked him to bother me if there was something urgent.

"Let me get the door. We might have to leave a day early because I have to be somewhere else."

"I'll be right here waiting."

I wasn't sure anymore if I wanted to answer the door. I got such a tempting seductress for a mistress. I kissed her on the forehead and pulled on a robe before opening the door.

"Your Highness, my apologies." He handed me a telegram I was hoping not to receive. It meant cutting this trip short and taking care of more important matters back home. I will have to be away from Nadia for two nights because of this.

"Thank you," I took all the letters he had for me.

Once I closed the door, Mr. Prim knocked again and returned with Caty this time.

"Seb, I heard you weren't feeling well today."

"I am okay. Would you like to come in?"

She scrunched her nose.

"Something smells divine here. Are you cooking?"

"Yeah, Nadia put me to work today."

"I see. You look busy. I just wanted to say goodbye. I have to leave today because of Edward."

Nadia heard Caty's voice and was back to being in a grim mood. I found her in the kitchen, stirring the soup.

"I am sorry about that." I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed her hair. She did smell like me now.

She kissed me back and smiled sadly.

"When do we head back? Tomorrow??"

"Yes."

She wasn't looking at me. I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me.

"Nadia, why are you crying?"

Nothing hurts me more than seeing her in tears.

"I don't know. I just have this bad feeling about going back." She crashed into my arms and burst into loud sobs.

"I don't want to go back either. But you have nothing to worry about. I love you."

"I love you too... I love you a lot, Ian."

"I know."

"Take me with you, please. Two days felt like two long years the last time."

"I wish. It's a training camp with no good food or shelter for miles. It's not a place for women. I will be really worried about leaving you out of sight even for a minute in such a place. I will sort it out and be back in two days."

"Okay," she said in a reluctant tone.

"I will miss these cute pouts." I bit her lower lip. It's not just her. Even I had a bad feeling for some reason.

"Nadia, we still have today together." Tomorrow shouldn't really count because she was weird and loved to sleep through the bumpy train ride on our way here.

"Let's eat your goulash then. I feel hungry again."

"My goulash! It was forced labor."

"The fruit of your labor is delicious!" She purred after eating a spoonful.

"Can that fucking Noah cook?" I better get good at it if he could.

"Where is this coming?" She laughed hard and mussed my hair.

"Asking a question for a question. You got so mad at me when I did this to you, remember?"

She was still laughing. And now she thinks it's funny to poke me in the cheek.

"You look so adorable like this."

"So he can?"

"I don't know. I never asked."

"What do you guys talk about when you go on your dates?"

I never paid attention to his existence until recently, and now I detest this guy. Looked like he wasn't just a one-time date. Nadia thought really highly of him and was fond of him.

"Dates?! I am loving this jealous Ian, imagining things and making the weirdest possible theories. Now you know what a nuisance your Caty was? Seb this, Seb that..."

"Caty is my past. This Noah is a pest."

She was having a lot of fun poking and prodding me, not giving a straight answer. How cruel!

"Noah isn't the one I am in love with. It's this hot jealous guy that I can't live without."

She planted a little kiss on my cheek, and I forgot all about Noah.