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THE DRIVE back from the restaurant seemed shorter than when we was going there. It's almost 10pm, but the night is still young and the closer we get to home, the more the butterflies fill my stomach with nerves. My mind is completely flooded with thoughts. All thoughts focused on Nate's 22nd birthday, trying to rack my brain to remember how they acted around me. All I could remember from that night was their shocked faces when I walked out of Sophie's house and how quiet both of the Greyson brothers had gone when they saw me. I didn't think anything of it at the time. It was the first time they had seen me dressed up in nice clothes that didn't consist of a top that swallowed me up in material and if I remember correctly, I waited for them to have the same reaction as Cole did when he saw Sophie, expecting me to change into something less exposed. To drag me away and shout "over my dead body are you going out dressed like that."

But they didn't.

Thinking back now, the signs were there. The looks, the comments, the smiles. Everything. Only I was too young, too innocent... too shy to see pass the desires they both had for me. Have for me. Thinking back, my interactions with boys at seventeen was non existent because they were either related to me, were my best friends, were off limits or hated me, so it's no wonder I didn't notice the signs.
When we arrive back at the empty house, Nico pulls me slowly up the stairs to the third floor. My heart thumps the closer we get, not from nerves like I don't want this, but a excited feeling of seeing a side to Nico he clearly keeps hidden from most, only showing a few his true side. We stop at the last door, a black door with red paint outlining the sliver handle. Even the door screams Nico from the outside and I can't help the small tug of a smile on my lips.

He pulls a key from his inside pocket, pushing it into the lock, but before he turns it, his gaze glances over at me. "Do you remember your safe words?"

"Yes," I nod, a little more enthusiastic then I was planning on showing.  "Green means it's okay, yellow means slow down and red means stop," I tell him when he questions me with a raised eyebrow.

"Good girl."

Turning the key, he opens the door to the room, his hand finding the small of my back and leading me forward, closing the door behind us. The darkness inside is as black as night and even if my hand was in front of me, I wouldn't be able to find it. The lock clicks on the door and then a flick of a switch illuminates the room fully - finally showing me Nico's hidden side.
Spotlights light the room, the dominate colour being red - of course his favourite colour. The first thing I notice is the four poster bed, the frame - solid black wood with red cotton sheets and I'm surprised they're not silk because that's exactly what I pictured. The bed is in the middle of the room, no where near a wall and it's almost like the bed is the centrepiece of the room. Looking closely I see red rope tied to each corner of the bed, not the usual rope you see in any of the hardware stores, no, this rope looked soft to the touch. Like velvet. There's two matching black bedside tables, both two small draws that sit on top of one another and there's a small stereo speaker sitting on the one on the right. I feel Nico's presence behind me, almost like he's hovering while I continue to explore the room with my eyes.
The walls are painted red with black panels. Mounted to the wall on my right are different paddles, whips, riding crops and my inside's instantly heat with excitement. I'm confused of this feeling because I've been so curious about this room, so excited, but I didn't think I'd feel this excited about a Dom and Sub relationship. I keep looking around the room with my curious eyes, not noticing my feet moving with them. There's various black metal bars on the ceiling, like someone has taken the side of a cage and attached it high up. Chains with red leather cuffs hang from above and images in my mind of me suspended up there has my curiosity peaked at the thought.

"How does this work?" I say, but instantly close my eyes at the stupid question.

Nico's soft low chuckle vibrates through my body and I feel his fingers trail down the back of my arm, gripping onto my hand. Slowly he guides me over, under the metal bars and lifts one arm up to tug the chain down slightly with the leather cuff between his fingers. "Want me to show you princess?" I nod, once. The power of words completely leaving me as I stare into his intense blue orbs, lust dancing behind them.
"Remember to use the safe words if you need to, I'm not going to push you just yet," he whispers and lifts my left arm up, attaching the cuff to my wrist, then the same to my right. My feet are still grounded and I tug at the cuffs, not in hope they will pull apart but, to test how they feel against my skin, the cool leather is surprisingly soft. His fingers dance along my skin, trailing invisible lines down my arms, my shoulders, over my breast and gently grabbing my hips. "How does that feel?" His husky voices says and that oh so familiar ache between my legs appears.

My breath hitches and I can't help the playful smirk on my lips as I say "green."

He grins, his eyes twinkling with want and he presses his forehead to mine, "good girl. How about this?" He says, stepping back and pulling a chain just to his left that I'm only now noticing, dangling from the metal bars above us. The sound of metal grinding against metal echos around the room and my arms are pulled up, making me stand on my tip toes. "That okay?"

"Green," I smile.

Nico rounds me, circling me while admiring my body. I'm completely at his mercy and the gruff sounds of his approval causes me to tighten my thighs, begging for some friction between my legs. When he faces me again, his fingers trail from my hips, down my thighs, round the back of them and pulls my legs to wrap around him, "hold on tight," he whispers, "don't let go."
Both of us are still fully clothed and when my legs wrap around him, I feel his growing bulge rub against my core, making me moan softly. His left hand holds me against him, just under my bum, while the other trails up my back, gripping the hair hanging from my ponytail to pull, tilting my head back while he runs his nose up my throat. "When you're ready... the next time you're in here with me... I want you in every way possibly... but first, I'm going to..." he trails off with a hum, licking a wet line to my jaw where he peppers kisses towards my ear, "strip you naked. Then I'm going to chain you up like you are now and watch the pleasure ripple through you as I play with your body with all my toys, never laying a finger on you. Then, when I know your good... wet... and ready for me, I'm going sink my cock inside you so deep, so slow, your going to be begging for me to fuck you hard and fast," my core throbs with the thought. The thought of me completely at his mercy, even if I don't know what having him or Nate inside me may feel like.

My legs tighten around him as his hand disappears from holding me up against him, finding my breast and kneading me through my bra. "Nico," I whisper with want.

"Yes princess?" He whispers, his lips dancing along the skin of my neck while his hand on my breast finds my aching bud, pinching the already swollen nipple. How this man manages to find my nipple through my bra and top, is clearly a skill.

"Ummmmmm," I moan out when his teeth sinks in to my skin, only the tiniest of pressure and sucking softly. I want more. I need more. "Harder," I encourage him. His hardness, rubbing against my core, making me pool between my legs. He obeys my plea, sinking his teeth in harder and I groan from the pleasure of his teeth on my skin, then sucking the pain away in pleasure.

With a groan from his throat, he pulls back, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear and whispers breathlessly, "are you ready to play now princess?"

"Y-y-yes."

Without warning, Nico pushes my legs off of him, holding my waist to steady my shaking legs. I'm so needy for him that I moan with lost of contact, his hands on me with my clothes as a barrier is just not enough. I need him touching me. I need the contact before I burst. He undoes the leather cuffs, my arms flopping down on to his shoulders and I dig my nails into him, begging him with my actions with want.

"I need you naked princess... now," he demands. Nico pulls me towards the bed, taking steps backwards and without looking he sits on the end, drinking in every inch of me. "Strip everything off, but not your panties," he smirks.

I nod, forgetting myself for a moment and quickly answer him with my words. He always prefers if I use my words, "yes sir," I smile cheekily, which he returns.

Leaning his hands back, he watches me hungrily as I slip off my vans, then socks. The butterflies flutter in my stomach, knowing what's underneath my clothes will excite him and I can't wait to see his reaction. One by one, I unbutton the buttons on my high waisted jeans, pulling down the short, pointless zipper then hooking my fingers in the side to drag them down my legs. I don't look up the whole time I undress my bottom half, not because I'm embarrassed, but I already know without looking at Nico, how intense his stare will be. Too intense for me to look him in the eye.
Pulling the hem of my red top, I lift the material up and over my head. I'm only standing in my underwear. My new red lingerie set with black lace and I hear a sharp intake of a breath from Nico. When I look up, his bright blue eyes are the colour of the deepest part of the ocean, a deep navy pulling me towards him with desire.

"Fuck!" He whispers, looking at me from head to toe and hooking a finger into the rim of my panties. "When did you buy this?" He says, pulling me towards him so I'm standing between his legs.

"Last weekend," I smile, as seductively as I can without looking crazy.

"Did you buy this for me baby girl?" He asks, his head cocked to one side and his lips inches from my skin between the valley of my breasts.

"Maybe."

"I totally bought it for you," I think, smiling to myself.
"Wait till Nate sees the blue one I bought for him."

Biting his lip, his finger disappears from the rim of my panties, travelling down between my legs. Playfully, he traces the line of my folds and I feel the rough material against my skin wherever his fingers are. "I asked you a question baby girl and I want you to answer it with a 'yes' or a 'no'... 'maybe' is not an answer," his voice rumbles, low and dark. His fingers move slowly, teasing me over my panties and I take in a shaky breath. "Did you buy them for me?"

"Yes sir," I answer quickly, knowing that if I don't, I would most definitely be punished more for it. Although, I'm not opposed to being spanked.

"You look on fire in red princess," he continues to whisper low, his deep voices vibrating to my core. He's making me ache even more for him and there's no denying that my body always responds to him. "So fucking beautiful," he mumbles to himself, his fingers still dancing on my skin. Covering every inch of my body his hands can reach.

His blue orbs drink me in. Covering every inch of my body with sin, like his picturing everything he wants to do to me. And my insides jump with anticipation. Crashing his lips to mine, his fingers digging into the skin of my hips as he pulls my body down closer to him. The kiss is not gentle, but still passionate in a sense and I grip on to his shoulders while his hands continue to roam over my body. Low grunts of satisfaction echo from his throat, my own moans swallowed up by his lips as our mouths devour each other. Tongues fight for dominance, dancing together to over power the other, but Nico is the dominant one in this room.... no... his room, and I will always be his submissive.
Unhooking the hooks of my bra - our lips never disconnecting, he slowly pulls down the straps over my shoulders. My breasts bobbing as the bra is removed from my body and discarded on the floor. When his lips leave mine, I whimper from the lost of contact, but then in pleasure as his lips trail kisses along my jaw. With one hand he fists my ponytail like he did earlier, pulling my hair to tilt my head back for better access as his lips descend down my skin to my neck, my collarbone, until they reach his desired destination.
Nico let's my hair go, my head falling forward as I watch him with fascination and wonder. Cupping each of my breasts, he runs both thumbs over my nipples that stand to attention, one more sensitive than the other. With his thumb and forefinger, he twists them slowly, rolling them gently and I close my eyes as the sensation ripples through me.

"Nat said he made you come by playing with your nipples," he asks, his husky voice laced with sex. "I want to see just how responsive your body is for me, princess," he hums, flicking his tongue over my left nipple, then biting it gently. "Lay on the bed baby girl," he whispers on my skin, his prickly beard tickling me.

I look down at him, a smirk on his gorgeous face as his fingers trail along my body, a road map across my skin of pure desire. Stepping to the side of him, I crawl up the bed, laying my head on the fluffy pillows near the headboard, watching as he walks to the left of me, taking his suit jacket off. There's a hook on the wall, on the far side and without missing a beat or taking his eyes off me he places his jacket on the hook.
   Nico stalks towards me; like he's a lion and I'm his pre, taking slow steps towards the bed. I watch him lick his lips, drinking me in while I lay on the bed in only my red and black lace panties, wondering what he has planned. When he steps towards the bed, he takes the velvety looking rope tied to the bedposts in his hands and gently pulls my wrist towards him. With no words exchanged between us, Nico ties my left wrist to the bed, using the red rope and then moves to the right doing the same. I feel my heart beat through my chest, blood pumping around my body and I hear the thumps in my ears. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, not because I'm scared or anxious in anyway, but more for the excitement of what he's about to do to me. My arms are stretched out above me, bent at the elbows, until Nico moves to the foot of the bed, pulling my ankles so I scoot down the bed a little. A squeak escapes my lips, a low chuckle from him and he winks at me, tracing a line with his fingers over my ankles.
   Biting my lip, I watch him looking down at me, like he's admiring me, tied to his bed. He must of had thoughts and images of me in his room, just like this, tied up and at his mercy. Only this isn't a fantasy anymore. My own thoughts consume my mind, thinking about what kind of fantasies he's thought about, because I can't even start to guess. Knowledge is power. That's what's I've always been told and right now, Nico has all the knowledge and all the power in his room. Where I have neither and no idea what is in store for me. His dominating presence, flows in waves across the room and the smouldering look in his navy blue, lustful orbs penetrate my soul.
I rake my eyes down his body, the same way he does me, both of us admiring the body of the other. I have no idea what Nico thinks when he looks at me, lying here, tied to the bed, naked, but I have my guesses. My eyes trail down him, looking at his broad shoulders through his red shirt, the button's almost popping as his muscle form sexy as hell bumps that makes my mouth water. I watch slowly as he unbutton's the cuff at his wrist, rolling his sleeve up as he circles the bed round me, showing off his tanned, inked skin. I can feel his eyes watching me, never leaving me as I shamelessly perv over how incredibly hot this man looks and when my eyes travel lower, catching sight of the bulge in his dress pants, I can't help but lick my lips - his deep chuckle confirming that he saw my eyes take him in. All of him.

"My god, this man is sexy," I think, biting my lip.

"How do they feel, princess?" He whispers.

"Green."

"Good girl," he purrs and I love the sound of him saying 'good girl', the words alone, rolling off his tongue makes me smile that I've pleased him. And that's just what I want, to please him.

"I'm not going to tie your feet, princess," he says, leaning close to my ear and his lips brush my skin, causing goosebumps to prickle with the contact. "I'll save that for another time, but I am going to blindfold you."

My smile fades a little and I gulp thickly. The memory of James Ying, tying me up and blindfolding me as his best friend Chris Mitchelle watched and then shoved me into the janitor's closet in high school takes over. James tying me up didn't bother me, it never did. It had happened to me before and that's not what sent me into panic mode. It was the darkness... the unknown of being blindfolded and not knowing what was going on around me or what they was going to do to me. The last time I was blindfolded was the night of my 'fake prom'. The night Nico and Nate bought me a dress, told me to wear it and covered my eyes so they could surprise me with one of the best nights of my life. Even then I was nervous and I was okay. I'm not sure why I'm so hesitant now.
I know I read the rules, reading through every toy and everything Nico wanted from me. But I guess I didn't register blindfold because I was too preoccupied with other words on the pages. And even though I trust Nico, even though I know he will never hurt me, it doesn't stop the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. That first feeling of fear. That horrid memory of being trapped in a closet, blindfolded for hours was one of the worse things anyone had done to me and deep down, I clearly wasn't fully over it.

Sensing my hesitation, Nico sits on the bed, his fingers caressing the skin of my cheek with his brows furrowed. "What is it princess?"

"Th-the blindfold, it just makes me nervous a lit-little," I gulp, staring up at him.

"Do you trust me, princess?"

"Yes."

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispers. "You know I will never hurt you, right?"

"I know," I smile weakly at him.

"Why are you scared of the blindfold?"

I look up at him, a sinking feeling in my stomach at a question I'm not ready to answer. I try to cover my nervousness as best as I can and answer him, without revealing the truth, "I guess I'm in my head a little."

"Close your eyes for me and just feel, okay?" He whispers close to my face and places a delicate kiss to my temple.

I breath in deep, shutting my eyes to calm my nerves as I exhale, "okay," and I open my eyes to gaze up at him, smiling for him to carry on.

Leaning forward, he pulls the draw of the bedside table open, pulling out what looks like a black satin sash, only shorter and clearly not long enough to drape over my body. He places the material between the valley of my breasts, laying it flat and placing two fingers down before pulling the material between my chest and his fingers.

"Feel that?" He asks.

"Yes," I nod, as he continues to glide the material between us.

"I'm going to blindfold you with this, okay," I nod and with how nervous I look and sound, Nico let's my inaudible response slide. "Do you remember the safe words?"

"Yes."

"Tell me again, princess."

"Green means keep going, yellow means be cautious and red means stop," I smile a small smile at him and he smirks back.

"Good girl," he purrs. "Remember the safe words and if you feel it's too much, tell me yellow to slow down... say red and I'll stop completely. I promise I'll take the the blindfold off quickly." I nod at him, taking another steady breathe and he winks at me. Leaning towards me he places the satin material over my eyes and I lean my head forward so he can tie it up at the back of my head, closing my eyes as he does. "Don't forget to breath, princess," he says whispering close to my ear. I can hear the smirk in his words and I release the breath I didn't realise I was holding until he pointed it out.

"You okay?" He whispers.

"Green," I whisper back and I feel him peck the tip of my nose.

Everything around me is black. The darkness taking over and I can see absolutely nothing. Taking a deep breath I calm my nerves, knowing I'm in safe hands with Nico as I repeat those words in my head until I'm distracted with the sound of shuffling. I hear Nico's shoes knock on the hardwood floor, moving away from me and what sounds like him removing them. The next thing I hear are the sounds of his belt buckle clanking and sounds of shuffling again and I guess his belt is being pulled through the loops of his trousers.
Then there's silence. Nothing at all and I strain my ears to hear anything, only I can't hear a thing. The sounds of me breathing are all I can hear and the thumping of my heartbeat through my ears, not because I'm edgy... well maybe a little. But I think it's mainly from being anxious and of course, the excitement. I have no idea what Nico has planned, but I can't lie that I'm charged with curious sparks.
Wood scrapes against wood and my only guess is another draw is being opened. Only this one is not next to me by the bed, but it sounds further across the room. Again I hear nothing, until I hear the scraping of wood again, a sign I can only guess is Nico closing the draw. Silence fills the room again and I listen hard for any movements, but there's nothing. Seconds feel like minutes and then I feel the bed dip by my feet. There's a pause. A moment in time where I feel like the room has been frozen in time. There's no shuffling, no touching, no noise, just... nothing. My breathing hitches and my pulse quickens from anticipation. Flashbacks from being locked in the closet in high school, remembering the sounds of nothing but my screams, my sobs of being in utter fear. I breath deeply, holding it in for a count of three before releasing the air and then I repeat

"Is Nico even still here?" I think.

"Nico?" I question.

Light touches of his finger tips tickle my skin by my feet, slowly moving to my ankles, my calves to my thighs. He touches the skin on my inner thigh and I feel a wet heat between my legs, silently begging him to touch me where my body wants him most. "Your so fucking beautiful, princess. So fucking perfect," he whispers, still caressing my skin.

"Uhmmmm."

His hand stops, using his fingers to tip toe playfully on my skin as they inch up towards the rim on my panties. Hooking his fingers on the side, he gradually pulls my panties off slowly and I lift my arse up to help him pull the lace material off my body. "Let me see just how responsive this sexy body really is," he purrs, his low rough voice laced with greed ripples through me.

I feel a light touch on the inside of my right wrist, again tickling my skin softly like Nico did on my legs, but I don't think it's his fingers touching me this time. Whatever it is, it's larger than his fingertips. Soft, almost like fur and as he trails a line down my arm, towards my shoulder, leaving goosebumps on my skin. I feel a throb between my legs and I instantly pull my legs together for friction, but Nico tuts, clamping his hand on my thighs and holding my right leg down. I can't help but whimper from the denial of friction down there and I breath in deep, concentrating on his movement.
   The object that dances on my skin lightly - continues it's route, gliding across my skin to my left shoulder and up my left arm, this time drawing small circles on my opposite wrist. My body tingles and I start to pant excitedly, feeling my upper body come to life with electricity while my lower half screams for attention.
   My nipples are hard, pebbled like peaks and when the object is removed from my wrist, I gasp aloud when I feel the light tickle on my aching bud. Making small circles around my areola, I feel heat pool between my legs again from the attention Nico gives my nipples, alternating between the two. He doesn't give either of them more attention than the other - considering I'm more sensitive on my pierced one than the one that's not. My breathing picks up and I moan, hearing Nico growl with satisfaction from my pleasured sounds.
Again the soft touches move down and I shudder as he trails a line down from my breast, circling patterns on my abdomen. This slow torture of touches on my body send sparks across every single inch of my skin. I wriggle my arms that are by my head, wanting to grasp ahold of something, anything. But I'm bound. Tied to the bed by rope while Nico assaults my body deliciously and painfully slow.

"When one of your five senses are switched off, your others are heighten. You're blindfolded... covered in darkness which means your sense of smell, taste, hearing and touch magnify," Nico says, filling the room that has been silent until now. "The skin is the largest human organ," he continues, a rasp to his voice and even though I am blindfolded, I can picture him watching every single movement he makes on my skin with a smirk - desire laced through his eyes. "Thousands of touch receptors cover every inch of your beautiful body," he whispers, "I'm barely touching you with this feather princess, and your body is responding as if it were my fingers caressing you... or if it was my tongue."

"A feather?" I think.

"Nico," I moan his name, pulling at the rope tied around my wrist.

The feather continues to move down my body, only inches away from the aching throb between my legs. I will Nico to ditch the feather in his hand and consume my body with his fingers, his mouth, his... tongue. Anything that will let me have the release I crave.
Ever so slowly, he inches the feather down, finally close enough to the place I need him to be. I drag my tongue over my lower lip, biting down hard while I wait patiently, but at the same time impatiently for him to give me relief. As soon as the feather reaches the slit of my folds, he drags it down gently caressing the skin, making my back arch with need.

"More," I whine, biting my lip even harder.

"You want more princess?" His deep voices sends a shiver down my spine and I tug on the ropes wrapped around my wrist.

"Please Nico," I whisper.

"Like..." he pauses for a beat, the air around us crackling with passion. And even though I'm still covered in darkness, I can't help but picture his dominate body, hovering over me with eyes full of his crave for me. "This," he finally says, swapping the feather up and down, hardly touching me, "you want it baby girl?"

"More," I say, lifting myself towards him, begging for friction between my legs. I need something, anything to help ease this delicious ache between my legs.

"Let go princess, and come for me. I'll reward you when you give me what I want," he chuckles playfully.

His hand clamps down on my right leg, pushing down on my thigh to spread me open wide for him. I'm completely exposed to this man that plays my body expertly well and I want to protest, beg for him to have his finger invade me, his tongue to overtake me into oblivion. But there's a small part of me that denies me that. Tells me I want to be the good girl he wants, the girl that will get rewarded, even if the thought of a punishment from him sounds good too.

The cool air in the room hits my sweet spot and Nico let's out a satisfying groan of approval, making me want to please him even more from just the sound. "You're fucking soaking baby girl," his raspy voices whispers, "come for me so I can taste your pussy on my tongue."

"Uhmmm."

The feather continues it's torturous movements over my folds, brushing my groin, my pubic bone and finally over my aching bud. I gasp, my toes pointing and I feel Nico's bruising fingertips hold tighter on my thigh, probably leaving evidence of his touch behind. That familiar feeling of a knot tightens in my abdomen, and I know I'm close to the edge, waiting to fall into pure pleasure. My breathing picks up, airy breaths sound like panting in the silent room and I start to feel my legs twitch.

"Ni-Nicooooo."

"Come Ryan... NOW!" he roars and my body obeys.

Sparks of pleasure run through my veins like electricity as I moan loudly. My body convulses on the bed, jerking from the contact of the feather on my skin and I can't quite believe he did it. Something so small, so soft as a feather has made me scream and come so hard as if it were him touching me and not a simple object like a feather. Flow after flow of my arousal leaks out of me, spilling out and down on to the sheets below me.
I don't have time to recover, my body still shaking from the feeling of my orgasm when I hear the pain groan of Nico and then the tip of his tongue plunging into my entrance before licking up to the hood of my folds. My fingers wrap around the rope attached to my wrists, pulling and tugging as he assaults me between my legs.

"NICO!" I gasp.

"So fucking sweet," he says, inches away from my core, his breath fanning over me and I clamp my thighs around his head. "Come for me again baby girl, I want to feel you squirt on my tongue," he says, pulling my legs apart with both hands and holding me down on to the bed.

And just like before, my body obeys his command.

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Extra long chapter.
Again I'm sorry it's taken long for me to update, but I hope this makes up
for me not doing so in such a long time.

I'm hoping to get more chapters out to you soon, but I just wanted to get this one out for now, I'm on,y two chapters ahead writing and normally I like to be about 5-10 so I can edit but, you've waited long enough.

How was it? I feel a bit rusty to be honest
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Stay safe,
Chantal
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