Abruptly he stopped, fully releasing her and withdrawing. Nikolett bent over, gasping and swallowing. She wiped her cheek free of tears and the drool off her chin before looking up at him. His eyes were hard and bright, his cock swollen and gleaming from her mouth.
Slowly, she straightened, still on her knees, and opened her mouth. Asking him to continue. Offering herself to him.
Eric cursed and fisted the base of his cock, squeezing.
“Make me come, and when I do, swallow it.”
Nikolett inched forward on her knees, this time grabbing his hips. It would have been smarter to grip the base of his cock with her hand once he let go, but she wanted to do this the way he started it, just her mouth and his cock.
She gave herself another minute of rest by sucking and licking the head, teasing the slit with her tongue, and seeing how much of the salty pre-come she could lick out.
Then she took several deeper breaths through her nose and started to work him down her throat. She went slow, changing the angle as she went, hoping she could take him all the way. It was harder to push past the gag reflex without his hands holding her in place and forcing it to happen. But she did it, taking him in until she couldn’t breathe and her throat started to hurt.
It still wasn’t enough. Her nose had yet to touch his abdomen. That’s what she wanted, to have all of him in her.
Eric gently gripped her head and forced her to pull back.
“If I’m worried about you passing out, I’ll never come,” he warned.
Nikolett nodded with his cock in her mouth, and instead of focusing on her own desire to take all of him, she focused on his pleasure. She alternated between sucking hard on the head as she tasted his slit with her tongue, and bobbing up and down, going only halfway so she could maintain the quick rhythm.
Jaw aching, face sloppy with saliva, she gave in, not caring what she looked like. She was here to service him, to take what he would give her. It was simple and perfect in that simplicity.
“Nikki.”
The nickname only he used was her warning. Nikolett tongued the vein on the underside of his shaft as she sucked, cheeks hollow, throat working to swallow the extra saliva.
Then she was swallowing more. Swallowing his thick, slightly salty come even as she continued to pleasure him with her tongue.
And she kept going, worshiping his cock with her mouth until he pulled away. Eric was breathing hard, his shaft flushed and glistening. She watched him, waiting for a verdict.
Eric stared down at her, chest heaving like bellows. He held out a hand, pulling her to her feet.
Still silent, they looked at one another.
Then Eric wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. One arm was around her waist, the other behind her shoulders as he bent her back. There was no tongue, just the hard pressure of his lips on hers. It was declarative and fierce. Unlike any other time he kissed her.
Nikolett staggered when he released her, wobbling in shock as he turned and…walked out of the bathroom.
What had just happened? Has she done something wrong?
Before she spiraled into a dark place, he was back. The silver handcuffs her men used on him dangled from one finger.
A few challenging remarks sprang to mind, but she stayed silent, merely waiting for him.
“Wrists.”
She held them out, far too willing to be his captive.
Eric clicked them into place around her wrists, then took her hand and led her to the shower. The large walk-in shower was plenty big enough for two people, even if one of them was Eric.
He had the water set to come out of the single large rainfall head in the center. Neither of them actually got wet as he urged her in and pulled the door closed.
Eric brought her over to the traditional showerhead protruding from the side wall. Lifting her hands, he tried to hook the cuffs over the showerhead, but she was too short. Eric bent, wrapped an arm around her ass, and lifted her until he could hook the chain in place. It caught on a valve protruding from the pipe, and when he lowered her down, her feet were flat on the tiled floor, but her arms were stretched tight over her head.
“More punishment?” she asked softly, just to hear his voice. The silence was starting to unnerve her.
“You think that was punishment?” Eric ran his hands up and down her sides. “Maybe that was just because I wanted to fuck your mouth.”
