Page 50 of The Bratva's Bounty

Laughing softly, she waved the toy about carelessly. "Oh please, it was just a tap." The very cheeky grin made her words doubtful, but I let it slide. "The real smacking and slapping is next week." Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled her nightshirt off, revealing her nearly bare body to me. "We're going to see how good you can be for me tonight." The way her voice dipped deviously caused a shudder to rake down my body.

Her finger curled under my chin, lifting my face up to meet her smirking eyes. "Here's what's gonna happen," she started, giggling a little as she stroked my jawline with her thumb, "I'm going to tie you to the bed, then you're going to eat me out while I get your ass ready. Once I'm done, the toy is gonna go into your ass, and I'm gonna go finish up some work."

My legs clenched in anticipation, and I could feel myself tighten in fear at the thought of the toy going up my backdoor. The thing wasn't huge by any means, but it wasn't small, either. For someone who's never really taken anything but Nicole's fingers up there, the ribbed, phallic-shaped toy looked a little menacing. "Don't worry, I'll go slow and easy, and if you can't handle it or don't want to, then we can stop." Her voice softened tenderly as she assured me. "So, what do you say?"

I expected to feel some kind of hesitation or reluctance, yet there was none as I found myself leaning into her touch with a content smile. "I trust you to take care of me how you see fit."

A softthudof the mattress cushioned my ears before the feeling of Nicole's hands on my face directed my full attention back to her as she kissed me deeply with a big smile. "On the bed," she whispered between heavy kisses.

Clumsily, I moved from the floor to the bed, keeping my lips engaged with hers as best as possible. I didn't want to break our connection, even if it would be brief. I was addicted to her and constantly needed to touch and taste her. "Empress, please, get your cunt on my face, please," I begged needily with a groan as I pulled her down on top of me.

Chuckling chidingly, she wagged her finger at me while smirking cruelly. "Patience, little lion. You're still all dressed."

Her touches and movements were slow and deliberate as she stripped me at a torturously slow pace. No matter how much I begged and pleaded with her, she refused to go beyond the pace of a damn tortoise! Even when I was thrusting helplessly into the air for something—anything! Yes, call me impatient, but this was torture!

Crawling up my body, she straddled my face, hovering her hips inches from my watering mouth. "Hands on the bed," she commanded me with a stern look.

I opened my mouth to protest, but a twitch of an eyebrow was all she needed for me to promptly shut it and obey. Balling my hands into fists, I slammed them onto the bed next to me and gripped the sheets. I wanted to whine and complain, but that would get me nowhere besides possibly in trouble.

Shifting around, she positioned herself so we were in a sixty-nine position before pressing her delicious cunt against my face.

Fucking hell, whoever invented crotchless panties. I fucking love you.

Her juicy pussy lips were perfectly framed by the edged slit of her lace panties, and they helped spread her so well whenever she bent over or parted her legs.

The moment her sweet nectar touched my lips and her intoxicating scent overloaded my system, I was a goner. I dug my face into her vigorously, licking and lapping every inch of her exposed cunt. Her clit was perfectly positioned so that every slide of my tongue brushed right against it, and I was careful to stick my tongue out all the way at times to give her swollen bundle of nerves a nice, long lick.

I was so engrossed in the pleasure of feasting on her that I barely felt her lubed fingers prodding at my entrance. Well, it didn't help that I was being overloaded with pure delight. Her hot, tight mouth working my cock down to her throat was enough to dangle me over the edge. It'd be so easy to blowa load into her needy mouth right now, especially with how her skilled tongue worked my length in tantum with everything.

My resolve nearly snapped with my deep groan when Nicole pressed her fingers into me, right against my prostate. "Breathe, baby, breathe and calm yourself before you blow it." Her words vibrated against my cock as she adorned it with kisses. "You are doing so good for me."

Praise after praise, she cherished me with her sweet words as she fingered my ass to prepare me. I completely relaxed after the first few thrusts and rubs of my prostate, but I couldn't help but naturally clench at the feeling of something big and hard pressing against it. "Little lion, it's okay. Just the tip, and then we'll continue if you can take it." There was a bit of a challenge in her voice, almost as if she was taunting me.

Well, there was no harm in trying, and we were both in the mood. The only thing that would hurt is my ass, but that would go away quickly with time. So, with a deep breath, I spread my legs wider for her. Keeping my breaths controlled, I distracted myself with her cunt, hoping it would help keep me relaxed as she—

Gasping sharply, I threw my head back. "Oh fuck." My lips fell away from her sweet sex the more I dug my head into the pillow.

White-knuckling the sheets, I whimpered through my gasping breaths as my feelings stormed within me. I loved it, really, but the part of me that was conditioned to not enjoy it screamed at me to put a stop to it. But I didn't want to. It felt too good to stop. "Nicole, more, please," I groaned, thrusting my hips a bit at her.

I needed more to silence the objection blaring in my mind. None of this was wrong. There was no written or spoken law that said this wasn't right, just the stupid stigma and ridicule that came with time. But why should I care? Not like we were filming a porno and putting it online, nor were we shouting about our private life for the whole world to know.

There was nothing for me to worry about, so might as well indulge in the guilty pleasure.

"Shit," Ihissed through gritted teeth when I felt more being pressed into me. It didn't hurt; I just didn't think it wasthatmuch that I had left to take. No matter; it was all in me now. Now, I could—

The gasping moan that choked out of me took me for a spin because I didn't want to believe I could make such a sound. "Nicole," I seethed at her with a quick glare before my writhing body pressed itself into the bed. "Why didn't you warn me…!" I gasped, struggling a little to adjust to the feeling of the vibrating toy thrusting against my G-spot.

And here I thought this would be easy. Fuck me for getting ahead of myself.

"Whoops, guess I forgot to mention the extra parts of it." Nicole feigned innocence as she crawled off the bed with a saccharine smile on her face. "Now, remember, no coming until I say so," she reminded me with a devious chuckle, making all hope of me getting off easy sink to the bottom of an endless pit. "And no leaving the bed."

Scrambling onto my hands and knees, I struggled to the end of the bed as I watched her sit in the lounger by the window. "Empress, please, you can't—fuck!" My fist slammed against the end-board of the bed as I groaned deeply.

The intensity and speed of the toy slowly ramped up the more I struggled to hold myself together. "Fuck you," I rasped out between gritted teeth, glaring at Nicole's smug face as she waved a small, black remote up in the air.

Yeah, holding myself back turned from hard to impossible with how Nicole yanked my chain around. If the toy was at a constant intensity, I could numb it out and endure it fine. But my damn minx kept randomly changing the setting on me, making it impossible for me to zone it out. All I could do was helplessly writhe around on the bed while I begged and pleaded with my empress for some relief, only to be denied each and every time.

I'd go insane if this stretched on any longer. Holding out for half an hour felt like hours to me, and Nicole happily typed away on her laptop without a care in the world.