Free Nico's Cruse by Jennifer Kacey Page B

could get them
on her own he grabbed a cuff off one of the bottom posts and shackled her ankle
into it. He cuffed her other ankle, stretching her legs a bit wider, making her
moan when she realized how exposed she was.
    He surprised her by grabbing one of her pillows, shoving it
beneath her hips until her ass sat perched on top of it, begging to be marked.
    Her wrists weren’t free for long. He made quick work of
completely immobilizing them with the other two cuffs.
    Spread-eagle never sounded sexy to her. It had always made
her wrinkle her nose, but living it, experiencing it was delicious.
    His palm came down on her ass, making her eek. Several more
swats peppered her backside in quick succession and then he rubbed the sting
away.
    “Nico, I—”
    “Sir.” He smacked her upturned ass once really hard.
    It was totally different. It wasn’t given for her pleasure—maybe
his—but it reeked of punishment and she didn’t want to earn his punishment. She
wanted to earn his, “good girls.” Just thinking of those two words made the
apology fall from her mouth. “Sorry, Sir, I won’t forget.”
    He filled her dripping sex with his fingers and she humped
the pillow, trying to get enough friction against it to come.
    “What are you doing, naughty slut? Are you trying to
masturbate, when I haven’t given you permission to do that or come?” He added
another thick digit to her pussy, while he climbed on between her legs.
    “I’ll ask, Sir. I promise I’ll ask just like you told me I
had to.”
    “You’d better but I have something else in mind tonight.” He
cranked the cuffs down a bit tighter, pulling a squeak from her.
    He moved her just enough off the pillows that her clit
wouldn’t make contact. “No,” she whined. “Please, Sir, I—”
    “Am there for my pleasure and nothing more. An object for me
to use,” his naked cock slid along the seam of her pussy and ass. He grabbed
the tight globes of her ass, stretching her simply because he wanted to.
    His words or actions, she didn’t know which were sexier.
    “Look back here.”
    She moved her head as much as she could. He slid a condom on
over his cock. The head flushed purple with need and her clit twinged with
lust. He grabbed a tiny bottle of something, uncapped it and drizzled it on her
slit, all the way up to her tiny asshole.
    The cold lube made her shiver. Or it could have been the
sight of him fisting his cock, spreading lube on the condom. He recapped the
bottle, tossing it aside and rubbed the lube along her pussy. Once he tucked
his fingers in her clenching channel, her eyelids closed and her head flopped
down on the mattress.
    “This pussy is mine.” To emphasize his point he shoved his
dick inside her, filling every inch of her with one thrust. “Do you hear me?”
He filled her, just shy of the point of pain, over and over until she hovered
at the edge of an orgasm but then he pulled out.
    He smacked her ass then whacked her clit hard enough to ruin
the orgasm she’d almost reached.
    Her brain scrambled trying to remember what he’d asked her
to do or say or feel. She wanted to do everything he asked. She wanted to be
everything he needed. In that moment it wasn’t just words it was the simple
truth. “You own me, just like you wanted, just like you said would happen.
Every inch of me belongs to you, Sir.”
    He filled her pussy again, burying himself deep, making her
yank against the cuffs, trying to get closer or farther or something to get
relief. He ran his thumb around his cock, gathering wetness then circled the
tiny rosette of her ass. “Not every inch but I’m about to remedy my error right
now.”
    Every muscle in her body went still, freezing as the very
tip of his thumb penetrated her rear. Her mouth opened to tell him to stop,
more than likely using the words fuck and no, in that order. He grabbed a
handful of her hair, bringing her face up off the mattress again. He cranked
her head back until she faced the