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In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

He enjoyed every sound she made, every hiss, moan, breath or sigh. Her eyes were bright with excitement and alert with life - she wasn't just giving herself over to him, letting him take her. she was playing back, toying, enjoying. He delighted in that, her spine arching to push tight against him and he growled quietly.

As he released her, she shoved him hard, and for an instant he wondered if, for once, he'd misread the moment. But she stepped from the wall, closing the distance, hissing out that little retort before her mouth pressed to his with the same hunger and desire he had kissed her with. She was just as hot and demanding as he was, and that too excited: a lover with passion and fight and fire was always better than one that simply obeyed. Her teeth bit at his lip as she tugged away, his eyes looking down at her, hers up at him, the heat between them obvious and smoldering. Then her little question brought that smirk back to his face, once of his fingers lazily trailing up her side to trace the curve of her breast. "Hmmm... While I'm not opposed to fucking you right here, let's take it inside." he teased, and his other hand pulled her to his side, hand caressing her hip as they moved through the doors of the balcony and onto the landing of the grand staircase.

Just up the flight of stairs, they passed into a small hallway and then through a sturdy door, into the master bedroom. A large bed dominated the far wall, framed by a large window on either side. To the right was the entrance to a bathroom, no door, simply an archway to another room. A large shower and deep whirlpool bathtub filled that area. On the other side of the room stood an impressive wooden wardrobe. The walls were decorated with a variety of artwork. The bed itself was four-poster, simply carved and matching the wardrobe.

Even as the door shut behind them, his hands were fully on her body again, teeth and fingers tugging lightly at her dress, practically itching to be on her bare skin as his lips found hers once more in a passionate kiss, lips parted hotly.
 
In a million years she never would have imagined this being how she returned to her old life. Bound and tossed in a back of a van, strip searched and tossed in a cold room only to come face to face with her childhood crush, and not even four hours later be in a heated and desperate tangle of limbs, lips and teeth.

Iris never could have predicted how much she desired Nicholas.

His hands on her body were intoxicating. His touch enough to drive her senseless as he closed the bedroom door and his form was back against hers. She met in kind. Her head falling back as his mouth tugged at the collar of her dress again, his fingers pulling at the fabric impatiently. Her own hands were pulling at the hem of his shirt to yank the linen loose from it’s tuck. She wanted his skin against her own. His body covering her own, driving her into a tailspin as he buried himself inside of her. There wasn’t any need for any niceties. For any introduction to their bodies. She wanted him hard, fast, and immediately. Instant gratification.

Pulling back from a hot and needy kiss once his shirt was free, Iris’ eyes opened to lock with his as she pushed him back from her enough to curl her fingers into her own dress and lift it up and over her head in one fell, sweeping motion. The cotton billowed to the floor at her side and left her body completely vulnerable to his gaze. She was covered neck to toe in tattoos. Their designs intricate, and delicate, and hard all at the same time. Under the black and gray ink, she had the hard lines of an athlete superimposed over the soft and supple curves of a woman. A narrow waist opening into graspable hips and long, shapely legs. A thin scrap of white cotton covering her mound from his sight but accentuating the round bubble of her supple ass. Her breasts were free for him to take in. The pinks of her nipples hardened in excitement, untouched by any tattoo but surrounded by feminine design.

She pulled her lower lip into her mouth by her teeth and stepped closer to him, mouth meeting his as her hands moved down to his belt to free it from his pants. She wanted him free. Now. The hardness of him in her hands. The heat of his body flush against her own. She nipped at his lips and yanked the belt free with a snap.

”Don’t hold back with me,” she breathed, her eyes lifting to lock with his so she knew he heard her. ”I’ll only tell you to stop if I mean it.”
 
She aggressively worked to strip him even as he encouraged her to pull that dress over her head. Soon he was shirtless, and her almost totally nude. He took a long moment to enjoy her body. It truly was delicious - hard and delicate, lithe and fit. She had ink essentially everywhere, but it all flowed with the very shape of her body. He wanted to trace every line with his tongue. As she stepped into him to kiss him once more, his hand grasped at her perfect ass, pulling her against him even as she pulled his belt free with a satisfying snap. He growled quietly. Oh the things he'd do to her with a belt...

He could feel how much she wanted him, and he had the same heat mirrored in his own body. Her hands worked almost angrily at his pants, and he aided with one hand, dropping them to the floor and stepping easily out of them. Both of them now clad in one garment only, his thick, hard manhood straining at the thin fabric between him and her hand. Her breathed words caught his attention, and his eyes locked with hers. A slow smile crossed his face.

"I won't be gentle." He warned softly, taking the belt from her hand, sliding the leather through the buckle. With practiced ease he dropped the loop over her head, carefully guiding her hair out of the way until it rested around her neck.

Then, with sudden growl, he pulled on the loose end, tightening the loop around her throat and pulling her to him, his mouth meeting hers once more in a hungry kiss as he pulled her back to the bed.
 
She liked the way he looked at her. How brightly his eyes burned as they raked over the lean lines of her body, the full roundness of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the width of her hips… She inhaled a slow and trembling breath, taking her own time to admire the strength in his own silhouette. He snatched the belt from her grip and her hands lifted up and slid her fingers up the breadth of his ribs in a heartbeat of tenderness that conflicted with the lust-fueled need churning in the air around them. She curled her fingers into the hem of his pants as he loosened the fastenings and pulled them down.

The hardness of him strained against his shorts and she smirked, sliding her palm up the length of him before curling her fingers around his thickness. She exhaled, a soft sound on the purse of her lips as she rolled her body against his and wrapped her other arm around his waist. Her fingers tightened, tugging against his cock as he slipped the belt into its own buckle and lowered the loop around her neck.

If she had an interest, Iris could have prevented him from fastening that noose around her throat, but her eyes held his. Her gaze dark with lust and anticipation. He brushed her hair out of the way, so that the dark waves wouldn’t get caught by the leather, his fingertips brushing against her throat so gently that it sent shivers down her spine. She drew her lower lip between her teeth and brushed her thumb under the damp spot on his shorts soaking through from the beads of his desire before he growled, yanking the belt tightly around her throat and pulling her to him.

Her mouth met his, drowning her gasp and moan before the bed rushed up behind her. Iris hit the mattress, her legs wrapping around Nicholas’ thighs to bring him down with her. She could still breathe. There would be no clawing at the belt for now. Her hands were instead busy at the elastic of his underwear; pulling it down over his hips to free him so her fingers could wrap around the bare flesh of him.
 
She bit her lip and palmed his cock and he loved it. She was so sexily poised, she shivered so deliciously as his fingers caressed over her neck, and even as he tightened the belt around her throat, her hands stayed on him and her thighs - god, she was so fit and so delicious - pulled him down with her as he pushed her to the bed. Even as he kissed her, hard, her hands pulled down the last garment on his body, dropping it to the floor as well. Her finger wrapped around the bare, throbbing, hot flesh of his manhood and a groaning moan was muted by her lips.

One hand stayed on the belt, firmly holding her down by the makeshift leash around her throat, the other pulling her head back by the hair with as much roughness as his kiss. His lips kissed and teeth bit across her jaw, down her neck, wandering over her collarbone as he approached her perky breasts. Though he was rough, he was not unnecessarily fast, clearly lavishing in every bit of pleasure her body had to offer as he explored it for the first time. His rough tongue played slowly over her perked nipples, lavishing in her body, eyes on her face as he craved her reaction to his touch. He nibbled a little roughly, a soft growl in his throat.

As his mouth delighted in her pert, round breasts, his free hand slid down between her legs, pressing fully against her sex through the small scrap of fabric that hid the last part of her from him. In an instant he tore them from her body, casting them aside, broken and forgotten. His fingers deftly explored her slit, seeking out the wetness he craved. Then, with a light slap between her legs, not enough to hurt but enough to startle, he stood, pulling her by the belt up to him, his eyes hot.

"Taste me." He instructed, tone hot and careful, clearly in control and more than pleased to be able to use that control over her. "And then we'll see how many times you can cum before you start to scream my name."
 
Every touch, every nip, every caress of his lips, coil of his tongue, drag of his teeth earned him a gasp, moan, or grip of her hand around his cock in response. She was responsive, and receptive, and encouraged more by the roll of her hips and whimpers and drag of her fingers over his cock. As he buried his hand in her hair and yanked her head back, her body stilled as if she were a cat caught by the scruff of her neck. Her eyes closed as his mouth descended to her breasts. Teeth pulled at her nipples, lips wrapped around supple flesh, and Iris moaned his name. Pleading with him for more.

He answered her cries, sliding his hand down between her thighs and yanking the thin cotton away with a snap. She gasped, eyes opening to look up at the ceiling while his fingers slid over her smooth, buttery flesh. Her thighs lifted and parted, opening herself up for him.

”Please… Nicky…” she whimpered as his fingers moved between her thighs, dipping in but never filling her like she desired.

Then came the sharp slap, startling her more than it hurt. The sound cut through the room and she gasped, eyes wide and looking up at him as he stood from the bed and yanked her to the edge of it with his belt. She coughed and used her hands to grasp at the leather quickly before stilling at the edge. One leg off, toes on the floor, and the other lifted to anchor herself at the end of that mattress while she looked up at him.

Taste me.

Those eyes flickered, her lips curling in wanton lust before she slowly and deftly slid off the bed to crouch in front of him. Iris rested her weight back against the bed, balancing on the balls of her feet with her knees splayed wide as her hands slid up the columns of his legs to guide him closer to her. Her eyes leveled with the thickness of his cock, and as her fingers massaged the muscles of his thighs, her eyes rolled up to meet his while her tongue slid out from her lips to glide under the head of his cock.

Chartreuse spheres rolled back in their sockets as her lashes fluttered closed, her moan deep and needy as she slid her mouth over the tip of him. Her lips parted to take him into her mouth, and her tongue rolled down over the length of him while one hand lifted to grip him by the base; the other keeping it’s hold on his hip to help keep her own balance.

She didn’t just taste him, Irish lavished in the feel of him.

Her hand gripped and twisted at the base, her mouth moving over as much of the length of him as she could manage. She suckled and bobbed her head, releasing him from her mouth when she needed air and licked and kissed over the edge of him she could not reach. Her hand at his base cupped and massaged his balls as her eyes opened once again to look up at his face; a wanton and lust-filled gleam in her gaze as she smiled. Truly enjoying herself.
 
His name on her lips was exhilarating, and every little squirming motion of her body as he touched and kissed and felt her totally. Her body was a perfect work of art, both in her form and the tattoos she chose to adorn it with. His fingers tracer over the lines and he delighted in the feminine sounds she made, just as much as he enjoyed the gasp of surprise and slight cough as he pulled her roughly to him with the belt. He hadn't been lying when he promised he wouldn't be gentle - he intended to give her a fucking that she'd feel for days.

That said, as she sank down between his legs, hands caressing over his thighs, he also intended to let her enjoy herself in that moment, pleasuring him. She did so with an enthusiasm and a delight that won him over instantly - he knew that having her on her knees with her tongue playing over him could easily top the list of favorite things. His eyes watched her with an intensity and pleasure in them that burned hotly. She moaned, gripping the base of his cock as she took her mouth over his hot, hard cock, tasting him as if she craved him with every part of her. His hand slid into her hair as she bobbed against him, the sensation of her lips and tongue making him groan softly, hand playing with his balls, eyes looking up at him with his cock in her mouth, positively sensual in her sexual delights.

"Fuck, I do love a girl who delights in her work." He teased lightly, smiling a little as she did the same, her lips and tongue lavishing over the parts of him that she couldn't reach. As her lips parted to take him again, he took the belt in his hand again, his eyes locked with hers, almost warning her, and pulled slowly but firmly. "I think you can take all of me down your throat, if we try hard enough. Shall I fuck your pretty mouth? Use you and abuse you?" He growled, the hand on the back of her head slowly pulling her to his hips, growling quietly.

She quite clearly was enjoying herself to this point, and something told him that she'd only enjoy it more as he became more rough and hard on her. And he'd love nothing better than to give her exactly what she craved.

((Sorry about the brief and quick post!))
 
Iris closed her eyes as she went down on Nicholas. She moved smoothly, enjoyably, and clearly delighted in the moment. Her hand continued to grip his cock, twisting and tugging as she sucked and licked until the moment came that he tightened the belt around her throat. Iris paused, her eyes opening to roll up to him as he glared down at her. She could read the pleasure in his eyes, as well as the aggression, and it nearly made her moan just from the sight of it. To be desired so rawly...

Unbidden, the comparison to David came. How her lover looked at her with softness. With adoration. Love. The kind of love that grows over years of partnership. Romantic, but with the staleness that begins to erode the edges when the relationship falls into a rhythm too comfortable to disrupt.

Nicky wasn’t just a disruption. This… this was something that Allison Paige, the woman who returned David’s love wholeheartedly, rebelled against. This adultery was against the very grain of her soul. Distantly, she could hear David’s voice. Feel his hands smoothing over the lines of her hips. She could feel him sweeping his kisses over the curves of her back and whispering how much he cared for her. The ghostly sensations battled with the leather wrapped around Iris’ throat, and the hunger that burned in Nicholas’ eyes as he glared down at her.

As he pushed himself further down her throat, and growled in his delight, something shifted behind Iris’ gaze. Her crude need for him and everything he represented wrestling with the part of her that wanted and adored her simple life behind a desk in the FBI, with a ring on her finger and a husband who would argue about silly, mundane things such as the proper way to fold a bath towel. In the end, Allison’s battle was lost and Iris remained balanced on her toes, knees out and hands on his thighs as Nicholas pushed himself into her throat.

She gagged around his cock as he forced himself past where she could comfortably home him in her mouth, her eyebrows furrowing as she maintained eye contact. There was a piece of her that simply assumed a submissive role. An allowance, if you will, of what she would take from him before she pushed back and enticed the power struggle she loved so much. This was clearly one of those moments, as she forced herself past the discomfort until her lips were pressed against his pubic bone. Her eyes were watering, her abs clenching as she fought off her gag reflex again and again.

It wasn’t until his hips rocked back and then surged forward again that Iris’ eyes closed, and her hands pressed against his thighs instinctively. Her nails dug into his flesh, her eyes pinching together as sounds of protest welled up around his thickness; muffled by him fucking her mouth. She maintained her stance, however, her hands gripping his legs as anchors while her body rocked between the bed and his legs by the force of his hips. Her throat burned, her stomach aching from the flexing as she gagged, and finally she pressed against him hard enough to get him to stop.

Iris gasped as though she were resurfacing from the bottom of the ocean. Her head fell back against she bed and she coughed, her hands moving from his legs to her chest and stomach as she soaked up the moment of reprieve. When her eyes opened and looked up at them, they were white hot. The apex between her thighs soaking wet. A clear indication that she was incredibly turned on. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she took him in her hand again, stroking up and down his length as she swept up to her feet and wrapped her other hand around his neck; fingertips dipping into his hairline as she crushed her mouth against his own.

She didn’t need to say the words. They seared themselves against his mouth with her kiss.

Fuck me.
 
Her inner conflict was not noticed by the dominating figure standing before her, and it was particularly hidden as he began to harsh fuck her mouth. Her hands and touch fought against him, but she pressed her mouth forward until her lips kissed against his body. The sound of her gagging filled the room, her nails biting into his thighs as he let a slow groan of pleasure, her sounds only delighting him. She had pushed back against him, forcing herself to take him, and he craved that kind of submission.

Then, he felt her hands press against him more firmly, a little harder than simply the instinctive resistance. Taking that cue, he released her, letting her pull back, gasping, coughing. But her eyes looked up to him, burning, and, as she smoothly stood, he could see the glistening wetness between her thighs. A growl of savage desire and a grasp on his cock further signaled her carnal craving. Her other hand slid around hid neck and into his hair as she kissed him hard, deep, hungry. Everything in that kiss signaled her heated desire for him through and through.

Her hand stroked him and he growled into the kiss, teeth nipping at her lips and tongue lashing out over hers. one hand pulled the belt free from her neck, dropping it with a solid thunk to the floor. The other slid up to her chest, palming over her breast, fingers digging into the sot flesh, feeling her totally. Once his other hand finished, it dropped to her ass with a smack. Pulling her body with his, he spun around, slamming her against the wall as they kissed, the hand on her breast sliding down her body to lift her body up.

His hands positioned her easily, and his cock pressed against her wet slit as he invited her to wrap her legs around him. With a long, firm thrust, he pushed himself inside her, groaning with a heated pleasure. His lips slid from hers as his hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he began a rough pace, hips driving him fully inside her with a long, hard thrust before a slow withdraw. The sound of his hips slamming against hers filled the room, mixing with the growls of pleasure as his lips slid from hers, kissing and biting roughly across her jaw and down to her neck. His desire was primal and savage, his teeth leaving marks behind as her body welcomed his with her slick wetness.

There was something so satisfying in this moment, to claim her totally. She wanted him, she was wet and dripping for him. She delighted in his physical body, and he would use that entirely. He would own her, not just now, but forever. He would take her, use her. This was simply the beginning. She would serve him, both in his criminal enterprises and on her knees in the bedroom.

"Mine." He savagely growled, biting her earlobe as his breath lapped hotly over her skin.
 
Iris lost herself in him.

His hands, his body, his kiss. She twisted and tugged at his cock in her hand, the other gripping his hair as their mouths collided in a heated and desperate kiss. They needed each other, craved each other, demanded each other until they wasn’t an option other than to be together. She pulled back just enough for the belt to be freed from her throat, the angry red lines from where it had gripped her nearly hidden by the dark ink of her tattoos. Her face and neck would show marks left by their fucking, but her body would never show the bruises as beautifully as a woman with unmarked flesh. Her tattoos would camouflage the marks until the only evidence would be the gingerness in which she moved after their time together. In a way, it would be like their secret. A knowledge known only to them, that they could keep to themselves or share with their worlds as they pleased.

She let out a soft cry when he spanked her, the sound melting into a deep and hearty moan as her body crushed against his. Her hand tightening around his cock as he palmed her breast, hissing when he groped hard enough to bruise. It wasn’t for long, however, as he pulled her closer to him and spun her around and marched her back until she hit the wall with a thud. The force was enough to break their kiss, pushing a gasp from her lungs as she looked up at him. Her hand released his cock, moving up to his shoulder as he simultaneously lifted her to his hips. Her knees hooked around his waist, ankles locking under the curve of his ass just as he drove himself inside of her.

Jade eyes widened, her eyebrows pinching together as she simpered; her eyelashes fluttering with the delicious mix of pleasure and pain from his rough entrance. Her hips settled onto his, taking all of him into her needy body, clinging to him as he gave her no time to adjust. And god help her, she fucking loved it. Her arms stayed wrapped around his shoulders, her thighs working to match his ruthless pace, lifting herself up slowly only to let herself fall back down over his length. Her sounds a symphony of moans and whimpers that filled his room. Her enthusiasm matching his own.

”Mine,” he hissed in her ear and Iris couldn’t stop her simpering moan in response. Her complete and utter allowance and acceptance of his claim. Her body began to tremble. The muscles of her pussy clenching around him as the pressure in her womb came suddenly, and wonderfully.

Iris howled into the curve of his neck and shoulder; burying her face in the curve of his flesh as her orgasm ripped through her. Her nails cutting through the flesh of his back, raking hard, angry lines over his shoulders as he fucked her through her climax. Forcing his body in and out her body’s vice grip.

”Yours,” she cried, gasping, over and over again, ”yours!”
 
She made delightful, delicious sounds, little cries as he slapped her perky ass, deep moans as she presed against him. A gasp as she was forced against the wall and a whimper as he plunged into her tight depths. Her moans only grew in volume and power until he fucked her over the edge.

He felt her tighten and her nails slice through his back, line of pain flaring as pleasure radiated through him, a hard, savage growl exiting his lips as she clenched around him hard. Her loud exclamation of pleasure was only partially muted by his shoulder where she buried her face, her peak of the orgasm came along with the cries giving herself over to him. She cried out that she was his, and he reveled in that admission.

But he was not finished yet, not even close. He wasn't done feeling her clench and squirm, he wasn't ready to be finished feeling her around him, and he wasn't finished until she screamed his name.

He fucked her hard through her orgasm, slamming into her again and again until her orgasm died down. Then he withdrew, lifting her up more and turning, tossing her back to the bed before he followed behind. He manhandled her easily, tossing her over to her stomach and pulling her hips up, kneeling into he bed between her knees. With a hard slap across her ass again, he drove himself inside her again with a loud groan, punctuated with another spank. Then another, and another as he rammed inside her, groaning and growling with pleasure.

"Scream for me, Iris. Let everyone know who owns you, takes you." He growled out, breath heavy and hot. One hand fisted into her hair, and he pulled hard, slamming forward, driving as deeply as he can.

"Scream."
 
All she could do was cling to him, muffling her screams into his throat as he pumped in and out of her through the waves of her orgasm. Iris pinched her eyes closed, her legs and arms wrapped as tightly around him as possible until he turned them and threw her down on the bed. Iris sprawled out to catch herself, lifting herself half-way up off the mattress when he grabbed her and yanked her toward him. She never felt a moment of concern or fear that he would go too far, or hurt her, and a breathless, joyous laugh escaped her as he flipped her over onto her stomach. She curled her fingers into the comforter, pulling at the sheets as he hooked his hands under her hips and forced her ass up into the air.

This was it. The aggression she needed to shake the doubt right out of her bones. To fortify her belief that this was where she needed to be. Iris wasn’t normally a woman to come so easily with penetration alone, but the intensity of their sex was enough to drive her over the edge. The command. The power. The demands he made of her and her body. The control he exerted over her. It was everything she craved from the dark and depraved corners of her soul.

His strike across her ass earned him a hard moan. Her teeth ground together as she buried her face into the bed and pushed her hips back for more; meeting his own hips as he buried himself into her. Iris screamed into the mattress. Her sounds muffled as she buried her face. Her thighs trembled, her body quaking around his as he pistoned into her to a point where he was nearly too much to take.

”Nicky,” she gasped, groaning as his hand fisted into her hair and yanked her back.

Her neck strained, her eyes closing and lips twisting into a grimace as her back arched. The force of his thrusts rocked her body, his hand in her hair anchored her, her breasts jerking with every slap of his hips against her ass. He mandated she scream, and she complied.

”Nicholas!” came the cry, her eyes watering though she never wanted him to stop. Delicious, agonizing pleasure gripped at her nerves as she felt another wave coming. ”Please!”
 
She laughed a breathless laugh as he flipped his over and every sound she made delighted him, a soft chuckle from his lips at how much she loved being roughed up and thrown about. He practically purred as her hips pushed back against his and her thighs trembled so wonderfully from the onslaught of his body against hers. It was delightful to know that she loved this, and that truth became more and more obvious as she moaned out for him with every thrust. That first thrust into her caused her to scream out, and then at his cue she gasped his name, then screamed it as he pulled her back by the hair, begging him to fuck her, fuck her hard with just his name and one word.

And he fucked her hard. The sound of his body slamming into hers filled the room as much as the musky scent of sex and her cries. Hot, low groans came from his own lips, his own pleasure mounting to a bursting point, driven upward by her mouth, throat, and sex. He pulled her hair more, the other hand helping to support her body as he brought his lips to her ear once more.

"I'm going to cum, my little slut. Where do you want it? In your tight slit? Across your pretty face? Or maybe it would look nice decorating your stomach and chest?" He panted, words mixing with growls of delighted pleasure. Even as he spoke, his hand slowly slid down her stomach and between her legs, fingertips easily finding her clit and circling it with a light, careful touch, teasing her with the added stimulation - a gentle touch contrasting with the hard pounding she was receiving.

"I want to hear you beg for my cum."
 
Iris used her arms to help push herself back and upright, her spine arching as her shoulders pressed back against his chest. Her hands reached behind her for his hips, gripping at his flesh as he pumped in and out of her; his cock large enough to maintain his pace and rhythm with her kneeling upright in front of him. She whimpered, her throat straining under the pull of his hand in her hair, unable to find much purchase to keep herself anchored against his thrusts. Her hands fell from his hips, her arms reaching in front of her but finding nothing. The headboard too far away.

His hand slid across her stomach, supporting her weight, and Iris’ hands moved instead to her breasts. She palmed their weight, rolling her forefinger and thumb across her nipples to pinch and tug as she was left powerless against the force of his sex. She lavished in it.

She felt the snarl of his voice in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She wanted nothing more than for him to cum within her. To fill her up. In that moment, a future of family nearly crushed her, but the fantasy was quickly forced out of her mind. She had an IUD, and a future with Nicholas of that sort was absolutely out of the question. This was a mission. She was undercover. That was all.

That was… all…

Sparks of pleasure consumed her, setting fire to her very being as his finger tickled over her clit as he thrust himself in and out of her. Iris’ sounds intensified, her cries becoming sharper as her orgasm crashed through her. Her entire body vibrated, her pussy clamping down on him as he came ever closer to his own climax; her eyes streaming tears down her cheeks.

It didn’t matter to her where he came anymore. She just craved it like she craved air to breathe.

”Cum for me,” she moaned, growling her own command before it broke into another plea. Her hands dropping from her breasts to grip at his hand and forearm between her thighs; fighting to pull his hand away from her as the pleasure became too intense. ”Please!”
 
Her reactions were more than encouraging, more than enough to drive him wild as he approached the edge of his own orgasm. AS she played over her own breasts, he enjoyed the sight of her lavishing in her own touch, and some part of him noted that he'd like to see her put on a show for him sometime, playing with her body to pleasantly. She shivered against him, and her hips seemed to buck as his finger connected with her sensitive clit, all of her responding. It did not take long before she was crying out loudly, shaking against him as an orgasm slammed through her.

She clenched down on him and he let out a loud groan of pleasure and her body pulsed around him, as if milking him for his seed, and his hands gripped tightly as his own body tensed. "Fuck!" He growled, slamming into her one final time, hard, deep, and savage, and then with a long, loud moan, his orgasm burst forth.

Hot, thick cum pulsed from him to her, his body bucking hard against her for several seconds, his teeth biting her neck with a savage purr as his orgasm raged. As the euphoria slowly faded, the tension did too, his tongue caressing over the bite mark with a gentle soothing lap.

With surprising care, he slowly pulled from her, turning her to face him with gentle, guiding hands, and lowering her back to the bed. He leaned down and kissed her, hard at first, then slowly moving to a soft, deep, sensual kiss. His muscular body slid to the bed next to her, one hand caressing over her soft stomach, silent, but comfortable.
 
Iris cried out as he clenched his teeth around that fleshy curve of her neck; her eyes rolling closed as she twitched and clenched around him. Pleasure masked the aches and pains that would start to rise after the afterglow of their sex faded, but for now, Iris was still riding high. Every inch of her sensitive after her multiple climaxes, her whimpers as he moved his hands over her a clear indication of just how deeply she had succumbed to her pleasures. As he removed himself from her Iris turned her head to meet his eyes before she was turned to face him.

She felt like jello and rubber and heavy lead all at once. Surely if he didn’t ease her down himself she would have simply collapsed, but as it was he lowered her down to the bed, and positioned himself over her so that he blanketed her with his form. Her hands moved up his arms, trailing over the corded muscles under his skin as her mouth moved with his own; lips massaging together in a hard and then sensual kiss. The emotions and need bleeding out until he pulled himself away and laid beside her, smoothing his hand over her belly.

A soft, happy sigh bubbled up from her lips as she turned her head to look at him, regarding him under the heavy lids of her eyes as she laughed again. Her own hand lifted to lay over his own, curling her fingers around his own and then holding his hand firmly still; pressing it against her abdomen as the tiny aftershocks of her orgasms continued to ripple through her in fading frequency.

”... Jesus, Nicky…” she purred, her eyes closing as she half turned into him; curling her legs up and nestling her head onto his shoulder.

”... that’s one hell of a finish to one hell of a day,” she smirked, nipping at his shoulder playfully.

It wasn’t long until she fell asleep. It happened before she could even really prepare herself. Exhausted from her return to New York and her kidnapping, albeit by friendlies, and then her nightcap with Nicholas… exhausted swept through her bones and pulled her under the blanket of sleep before she could kick herself out of Nicholas’ bed and return to her own.

When she woke in the morning, the bed was empty, but she was tucked under the comforter. Her body ached. Her neck where she’d been bit, her core where he’d pummeled into her, her throat where she’d taken him… every stretch and shift of her body a reminder of the deliciously hard fuck he’d granted her the night before. What accompanied the delight, however, was the incredibly bone-deep guilt that seemed to crush the air right out of her lungs. She’d discussed this with David long before she got here, the possibilities of what this undercover mission would entail, her past relationship with Nicholas, but the reality of it…

Iris lifted her hand up and raked her fingers through her hair, throwing herself onto her back with a small frustrated huff. Her head turned, looking around the massive room before sitting up with a wince. That was when she heard the crumple of paper, and glanced to her side where she saw the note folded on under the turn of the blanket. Plucking it free, she flipped it open and read Nicholas’ invite to breakfast with a frown.

This job was going to be much harder than she had thought…

Iris was showered and dressed for the day in half an hour. She put on familiar, comfortable clothing. More her style than the white gown she had worn the night before. A pair of blue jeans and a plain black T-shirt with the slightest v-neck. Her hair down in its usual style of angled curls to frame her face as she made her way through the house toward the banquet room. It was amazing, how easily she fell back into a role here. How familiar it all was. It made her skin crawl.

Worse, her hard, deep desire to see Nicholas again made her feel all the more desperate to reach out for David and wrap her arms around that anchor to her life. To everything she’d worked hard for at the FBI.

Entering the room, the smell of pancakes and bacon hit her from the kitchen and her stomach growled hungrily. She pressed her palm against her stomach and moved to one of the empty chairs, glancing around for Nicholas before eyeing the clock on the wall. Just past eight in the morning. She’d been radio silent for David for nearly a week. Her stomach twisted in a knot as she settled into a chair gingerly; rolling onto the seat with most of her weight on one hip before she crossed her legs under the table and folded her arms. She felt agitated. Annoyed. Like she needed to run, hit something, shoot something… get it out of her system…

But then the doors opened and Iris’ gaze lifted up to meet Nicholas’ and for a heartbeat she remembered what it was like to have his hands on her. His body in her. His mouth consuming her own. She exhaled slowly through her nose, forcing herself to calm down even if only for breakfast as she smiled; resting her chin on her hand as she rose an eyebrow at him with charming flirtation.

”Good morning, Sunshine… Did you sleep well?”
 
Her pleased sigh and happy laugh simply delighted him - he'd never expected the reunion with her to be so powerful, so sexual, so delighting. As she held his hand still, he could still feel her body twitching slightly, the aftereffects of her intense orgasms and wild sensitivity. He own little purr and response brought a small smile to his lips.

"Consider it a welcome home gift - hopefully the first of many." He said softly, and let out a soft growl at her playful nip at his shoulder, enjoying this little flirty back and forth.

With a soft sigh, he leaned back into the pillows, then glanced back down to her, finding her soundly asleep, tucked under his arm and against his body. With that slight smile still on his lips, he carefully tugged the blankets up around them, and lay back to fall asleep himself.

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While he enjoyed sleeping in for leisure, Nicholas was an early riser when it came to business, and he started his routine that morning as he always did, moving to the kitchen to prepare breakfast after donning a simple white button-down shirt and black pants. He certainly could have had servants or help prepare food, but most often, he found some personal enjoyment in doing it himself.

By the time he emerged from the kitchen, two plates of pancakes and bacon balanced on his left arm like a waiter, and a pot of coffee in the other, Iris had found her way down to the large dining room. he gave her a bright smile at her greeting, placing one plate down in front of her and the other across the table before pouring coffee into waiting mugs. She was dressed simply, a fact which he drank in just as eagerly as he had the flowing dress from the night before. In his gaze there was still a soft, fire burning, as if that hunger and craving for her had still not quite died out. In truth, he wanted little more than to see how many different ways he could take her around his manor, to see how much she could take until he pushed her to her limit.

In a delightful, trembling, squirming limit sense, of course.

"Good morning, beautiful. I slept quite soundly - something must have tired me out before bed last night." he said with a bemused smile, eyes flicking over her as he leaned back into his own chair. Taking a long sip of coffee, he let out a soft groan of pleasure before setting the mug back down, eyes returning to her.

"I intended to go into the city proper today so we can get you access to your family accounts and make arrangements as necessary. And, of course, I need to brief you on your first operation with us, a plan I've just started to put together. All of that, however, can wait until after breakfast." he said with the flash of a bright smile, picking up his fork. "How are you this morning?" He asked, eyes lighting on hers once more, attention all for her, though some of it was distracted as his eyes wandered briefly down her neck and over her collar, as if reminiscing over kissing that path only hours before.
 
”How inconsiderate of someone,” she teased, unable to hide her smirk.

The look in his eye was enough to entice heat to pool in her core. She tensed subtly, her ankle lifting and rolling under the table as her gaze dropped down to the coffee he poured for her. Iris couldn’t spend too long trapped under the weight of his stare, less she find herself giving in to his temptations again. God, her body responded to him. Just a flicker of need in his jade spheres and her body was aching, needy, wanting to feel his skin on hers and his body inside. Filling her. Pushing her. Testing her limits until she was breaking for him.

Quickly, she reached for the mug with a soft thank you, glancing over the meal he placed in front of her as she brought the coffee to her lips; thankful for the distraction. Something else to focus on as she struggled to reel her mind back in. To balance herself in front of him.

She still couldn’t decide if sleeping with him last night had been a terrible idea, or a good one.

”Did you make all this yourself?” she asked with surprise, raising her eyebrow at him across the table. When he confirmed, she grinned and then exaggerated a cautionary bite of her pancakes, her eyes squinted in pensive judgement before she smiled and winked at him. ”Delicious, well done! Who knew Nicholas Occisor would grow up to make his own breakfast?”

Iris definitely enjoyed teasing him. Poking the bear, so to speak. It was something she’d delighted in when they were children. Riling him up had been one of her favorite past times, and it seemed that nothing in that department had changed. Playful as ever, even as her stomach tied in knots and her chest constricted with the thought of David’s face if he knew how much she was genuinely enjoying herself in Nicky’s company.

When he commented on his intentions for the day, Iris listened carefully, nodding in agreement when he spoke of going to the city to set up her accounts. She chewed on her bacon, taking her time to eat the meal in front of her so she didn’t upset her stomach. Mentioning of her first assignment with him also caught her attention, but she carefully masked her expression so she didn’t seem too eager.

”Yes, no work over breakfast,” she purred, referencing their first rule from dinner just a handful of hours ago.

As the conversation turned to how she was doing, Iris’ cheeks blushed faintly, her lips twisting into a smirk she clearly was fighting off and failing, before she glanced away to gather herself. And again, failed.

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”Sore,” she laughed, adjusting her weight on the chair again before turning her eyes back to him. Her expression bright again, her eyes dancing with his as she shook her head subtly. ”I love it. I have to admit it’s been a while since anything that rough and delightful. I thought about playing it coy today and trying to make you believe I didn’t enjoy it, but, clearly,” she gestured widely to herself with that contagious laugh again, ”I’m failing.”

Shrugging at herself, she took a sip of her coffee and let her eyes dance with his for a heartbeat before returning her attention to breakfast.
 
A small smirk crossed his lips as her gaze darted from his, as if he knew exactly what his look could do to her. Her little teasing words made him smile a little bit. "I know, whatever happened to that spoiled young teen who wanted everything done for him? Clearly, he needed a wake up call." He said with a short laugh, teeth flashing in a smile. "I'm glad they're up to snuff, I'd hate to serve a beautiful woman unsatisfactory pancakes." He added, and nodded slightly as she purred a repeat of their rule - no business at meals. Her response pleased him, and he made no effort to hide it, a small nod of his head as she said she was sore and a satisfied smirk. She laughed, smiling, wonderfully alight with life, and it caught at his own lips.

"Well, if you had decided to be coy and elusive, I'd just have to prove to you exactly how much you truly did enjoy it, wouldn't I?" He said, smiling. "I'm glad you're sore, and I'm glad you love it. If I don't leave you sore after a night together, I obviously didn't do nearly enough to you." he took a bite of his food, that small smile still on his face. "I have some nice scratches on my body as well, and I do love the look of them." He added with a soft chuckle.

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"So, Iris." He said, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "I'd very much like to pursue this mutual attraction further. But I want to be clear that continued... ah, sexual escapades are not a condition of your protection. I'll not blackmail you into it - not that I think I have to." He gave her a quick, playful wink. "And moreover, moving forward, it would help if I knew exactly what you want me to do to you, what things I can push your limits on, and what to avoid." His eyes were on hers, alight again with that hot fire, mixed with a pleased playfulness of the conversation. "And, finally, keep laughing like that. Your smile is wonderful. I love it." He said smoothly, leaning back in his chair.

His eyes studied her. He hadn't the faintest clue what kind of relationship this was, whether there was more than mutual attraction, underlying emotions, or what, but it was delightful and fun, and he wanted to enjoy it further. He had every intention of pursuing her continually. Perhaps he'd even consider a relationship with her, down the line. They were certainly compatible when it came to their lifestyle. A hard blink dismissed those thoughts. It was silly to linger on what might be, instead of simply enjoying this moment, here, at breakfast, with a beautiful woman.
 
Iris could feel the thinly spread ice cracking beneath her feet.

Her eyes kept darting toward and away from Nicholas as he spoke, as if holding his gaze for too long would cause her spontaneous combustion, but unable to look away for too long before she felt bereft. She nibbled at her food, her stomach churning too much for her to feel any actual hunger. Intellectually she knew she should eat, but physically she felt… disinterested. The breakfast was delicious, the company handsome, but Iris still had that frustrated energy pulsing through her. She tried to push it down, to keep herself poised, but the longer she sat there the worse it got: noticeable by the man across the table from her by how often she shifted her weight, or played absently with her fork, or adjusted her mug before taking a sip.

”Well, keep that in mind if you ever bind my hands… I won’t be able to leave those marks you enjoy so much....” she teased, grinning at him.

When he spoke she rose her eyes to meet his, smiling and nodding and playfully jubilant, but then she’d look away, and something would shift behind her eyes. A struggle she wasn’t putting into words. Something that kept tugging her away from him, slowly pulling her further and further from him every stretch of silence they had.

Then, in an incredible show of timing, he spoke of wanting their relationship, whatever that may be, being of her free will. That it wasn’t a condition of her being safe in his household.

Olive orbs danced back to him, locking onto his eyes as he regarded her with that bone-trembling heat in his own gaze. She felt her mouth go dry, her body responding to his desire for her immediately. She exhaled a slow breath, her smile quick when he commented on her to continue to laugh and enjoy herself, though there was a weight to the corner of her lips that prevented the grin from reaching her eyes.

Tell him what she wanted him to do… what she didn’t… what limits she had. Iris’ gaze was deep, tender in a manner that showed a real battle with vulnerability. She could feel David’s hand caressing the back of her neck, reassuring her that he would understand if she did sleep with Nicholas for her cover. The sensation crawled into her stomach and dug a pit there; emptying her out until she felt hollow. Here Nicholas was telling her that he wouldn’t expect that from her, and he would respect her if she chose not to, but…

… she wanted to. Desperately.

Flicking her eyes away, she lifted the coffee to her lips and drank deeply; imagining it to be a glass of whisky. How she would kill for a shot or two of Jamieson in this moment, if only to drown that bastard Conscious that kept hissing in her ear whenever she started to lose herself in Nicky’s attention.

”I appreciate that,” she started, smiling albeit a bit bitterly before looking up at Nicholas.
This time she met his eyes sturdily. Her focus clear, and her smile making her eyes sparkle.

”Blackmail won’t be necessary, unless you want to pretend.” She winked, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands in her lap.

”It’s easier for me to say what I don’t like, which, honestly… watersports and that like are a very hard limit for me. Keep anything that happens in the bathroom in the bathroom. And no purposeful wounds, like cutting. Nothing that scars. I spent a lot of money on my tattoos and I like them just as they are.”

She grinned, canting her head to the side as she looked at him. Just because it wasn’t coerced, she told herself, didn’t mean this was for the mission. Whatever it took for the mission… to take Nicholas, and his crime ring, down.

”Otherwise, I don’t mind being blindfolded sometimes, but it’s hard… I have to really trust the person. You already know I like choking, spanking and hair pulling,” he’d given her plenty of that last night, she recalled joyfully, ”I like toys, but don’t need them, and I’ve never done anything where I’ve been completely immobile, or suspended, but I’m curious about it.”

Iris smirked, shrugging her shoulders and letting out a little breathy laugh before shaking her head at herself, at how sheepish she suddenly felt.

”I’ve never actually discussed this out loud. The first guy I was with who introduced me to any sort of kink just sort of explored everything with me. He was experienced, but nothing professional, and I’d never done anything before so I wasn’t sure what my limits were. I still don’t know all of them. There are some things i’m willing to try with one person, but not with others, and so on. It all just depends on the person I’m with.”

Her eyes danced with his as she leaned forward on the table, cupping her chin in her hand as she grinned at him.

”Guess we may need to figure out a safe word or two after all.”

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She seemed slightly distracted, a fact that he noted, given that even her smiles seemed occasionally off. "Oh, but how I'd love to bind your hands and watch you squirm..." He teased right back, not even hesitating as they toyed with one another. He could see the vulnerable look in her eyes as he asked about her desires and limits, and the hesitation - clearly something was holding her back, though he didn't quite know what.

He leaned back as she spoke, eating slowly, but his attention on her all the while, small quirks and smirks crossing his expression at her words. "Well, I have no interest in anything you mentioned as a limit, so I think we will continue to be deliciously compatible. I'm more than happy to help you explore what kinds of things you'll love. As for suspension or immobilization, I'm not sure the manor has any place I can tie you up in such a manner, but I'm certainly open to adapting a room into a little kink dungeon - after all, it's important to make room for your favorite pastimes." He said with a laugh. "Besides, I rather like the idea of tying you up and watching you squirm. And we can certainly explore things together. Maybe we'll add an adventure to an adult store to our agenda for the day." he teased, giving her a little wink as he set his fork down. "A safeward indeed... The most common one I've heard is 'red', and that's simple enough to remember."

Having finished his breakfast, he stood, smiling slightly as he looked down at her, eyes wandering with that same desiring fire. "Now, I'm going to go and shower before we begin our day - why don't you join me and we can continue some of those explorations." He said, pacing slowly around the table to stand behind her, his fingertips trailing along her neck. "And I'll be quite honest - if you don't, I'm going to tease you all day long. Hell, even if you do, I might tease you. I just like making a sexy woman shift and squirm, just like you've been doing all morning." He said with a soft laugh, calling her out on the way she had fidgeted through breakfast, seemingly restless.

"So why don't you come with me and we'll burn some of that restless energy away? I'm sure a hard, intense orgasm or two can't hurt." He purred playfully, his hand sliding to cup her neck, thumb caressing behind her jaw, positioned as if to choke her, but soft and gentle.

He had every intention of seducing her again and again, and given her reactions, she was more than open to that. He had much to plan and much to do, but a busy man like Nicholas Occisor needed to take time for himself, to stop and smell the flowers or to enjoy Iris Hannigan in all her delicious glory. Particularly when she was so clearly, helplessly attracted to him - he couldn't help but want to bring her under his thumb, play with her, manipulate her sweet, sexy body. She was a new excitement in his life, a old friend returned, and a new flame sparking up in his life.

This could very easily change much of what he planned for the future, but he cared little. After all, plans were made to be changed, and he was adaptable and careful above all things.

Speaking of, he needed to speak with a certain agent later - he'd awoken to a message on his phone from a mole in the FBI, something about being assigned to a task force that was trying to bring him down. There was nothing new about that, the FBI had been after him for years, but evidently there was something new this agent had for him.

How curious indeed.
 
”Red,” she repeated with a nod, amused as it was the word she’d used with her last lover who had enjoyed dominating her. ”I’ll tell you ‘yellow’ if I’m starting to feel overwhelmed, but don’t want you to stop. Keep with the Stop Light theme... “ She let out a small snort, glancing down at her mug in her hands as she tapped her fingernails against the ceramic.

Lost in her thoughts again, increasingly distracted by her internal war, she hardly registered him standing from the table and rounding his way to where she sat. It wasn’t until his hand moved around her throat, his fingers moving deftly over her thin and sensitive flesh, causing goosebumps to spread rapidly over her flesh. She exhaled softly, her eyes closing and her head falling back to expose more of her throat to him. Her lips twisted up in a pleased, lazy smile, a low purr resonating through her chest before he teased her about fidgeting. Immediately her hands dropped to her lap, her fingers twisting and locking together to keep them from moving as his thumb brushed along her jawline.

”I already showered this morning,” she mused, twisting her neck so that she could capture his thumb in her mouth; grazing her teeth over the pad of his fingertip before she opened her eyes to look up at him. ”But,” came the smirk, the heat in his eye and the idea of working off some of the aggravation with more sex far more appealing to her than she was willing to unpack at this moment, ”I’m sure I missed a few spots... “

With that she stood, pushing herself up and away from the breakfast table as well as Nicholas. She stepped around, further from him and toward the hallway where she could make her way to his master suite. She didn’t look behind her shoulder at him, didn’t check to make sure he was following her. Iris knew.

Unfastening the button and zipper to her jeans, Iris tugged them down over her hips and then folded them on the bed. Her shirt was next, peeling it off of her arms and shoulders and laying it across her jeans. The underwear she wore followed last, leaving her confidently nude as she made her way to the large bathroom attached to Nicholas’ main room. Stepping to the massive shower, she reached inside and turned on the water; holding her palm under the stream to test the water before turning her head to look at Nicholas; the desire he’d had in his eyes all morning reflecting in her own devouring gaze.
 
He gave her a little smirk at her joke about stoplights, and a little purring growl as she took his thumb into her mouth, teeth grazing along it. She was playful, teasing, and he quirked an eyebrow at her as she tried to dismiss that she had already showered, but he could see the soft burn in her eyes as she looked up at him, thumb in her mouth.

Then she stood and slipped away, leaving him to pursue her up the stairs. He entered the master suite behind her, getting the lovely little show of her stripping down to just skin and lovely tattoos before turning to disappear into the bathroom. He too stripped off his shirt, dropping it far less carefully to the bed, pursuing her into the bathroom, stripping off his pants and underwear as he did. He was halfway to being hard already, and as he entered, she turned to face him, the hot desire in her eyes to match his.

In one smooth motion his hand slid up to her throat, pinning her back against the cold marble of the room. His lips pressed hotly to hers, tongue flashing out to caress across her lower lip as his other hand teasingly trailed along her soft stomach. He bit her lip playfully, pulling back, his smoldering eyes looking to hers. "Why don't we get this straight, hm? Two rules for you, at least in the bedroom - you will refer to me as 'sir', and you will not cum without asking permission. Break either rule, and I'll have to find some way to punish you." A amused smirk came across his lips, his hand briefly tightening around her neck, the other suddenly lifting to roughly tug at one of her pretty nipples. "And I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy that at all." He teased, his voice lowering into a hungry, sexual growl.
 
The sudden touch of the icy marble at her back earned a sharp gasp, her eyes flashing at Nicholas as her hands snapped up to wrap around his forearm. There was more than neediness in her gaze now. The chill of the wall had her squirming, her back arching off the polished surface, and her irritation boiled to the surface. She didn’t have time to snap at him. His mouth crushed against hers and pushed her lips open to a sweeping and exploratory kiss. She moaned into his assault, one hand lifting up to curl into his hair at the nape of his neck. She could feel his arousal against her hip. The heat of his body pinning her between the cold of the shower wall.

When he pulled back and leveled his gaze with her own, Iris couldn’t stop the chill that raced down her spine. She knew that look. That hot, needy, demanding expression of dominance. A man like Nicholas spoke as if his words were gravity. You either behaved, or you suffered the consequences. Gravity didn’t feel guilt when someone was stupid enough to think they could get away from it. Something in Nicholas’ tone garnered the same sense of absolute.

Even still, Iris grinned, her gaze boiling as she couldn’t hold herself still against the wall. Squirming, writhing, her body lurching as he pinched and tugged at a nipple hard enough to earn himself a sharp cry. Her teeth ground together, eyelashes fluttering before those petulant emeralds rolled back up to his.

He wanted to lay down some ground rules? Iris wanted to see how tough his punishments were going to be.

”Whatever you say,” she smirked, her lips parting in a soft breath as her hand at his hair moved down between his legs, wrapping around the stiffening cock and caressing it adoringly despite the sassy bite to her words, ”sure”.
 
Somehow, Nicholas had known that she wouldn't simply give in to his little rules and play along like a good girl. No, he knew she'd have to push the boundaries and test him, and so he was ready for her. For a moment, he merely looked into her teasing, sassy gaze and let her caress his hard cock with a touch that communicated not just desire, but an adoring fondness of sorts. Then, with a swift motion, his hand on her throat pulled her from the wall and across the bathroom, bending her over the edge of the marble counter that held the double sink. One hand on her back holding her flat, the other delivered two quick, hard spanks across her ass.

"I believe the words you were looking for were 'Yes. Sir.'" Those last two words each were accompanied by a spank each, then his hand slowly caressed over her perky ass, soothing the now-pink flesh. "So. Do you understand? Are you going to behave, or do I need to turn your pretty ass red, then fuck you hard? If you're going to continue being uncooperative, I probably won't let you cum - I'd much rather watch you squirm all day, every time I look at you, touch you..." Another slap across her ass, then his fingers slid slowly up her thigh, caressing softly. Slowly, teasingly, his fingers brushed softly across the sensitive place between her legs, then a quick slap there too, just to see her jump.

"I'm not afraid to punish your whole body either... I won't tolerate disobedience. You're mine, and you'll do as I say." His voice lowered into a growling assertion, no room for any debate or disagreement. He was quite clearly in full dominant mode, ready to use her and abuse her just the way he liked until she did exactly as she was told.

Fortunately, or so he hoped, she liked it just as much as he did.
 
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