N I C H O L A S

IN PERFECT sync we breath. Air mixing together between us, and my cock hardens even more as it lays on her chest. I want more. I need more. Like a hunger that just isn't satisfied. My mind tells me to stop, that she may not be able to handle much more, but the dominate side of me doesn't give a shit. The animal in me NEEDS more.

"I still think you held back a little," she giggles, her cheeks pink.

"Who says I'm done with you baby girl?" I quip my eyebrow, running my tongue down her jaw till my lips reach her ear, "get off the bed like a good girl and stand under the metal frame like you did before."

"Huh?"

"I'm not repeating myself princess, I'm not done with you and I want more," I growl.

When I sit up, lifting my legs off of the bed that were caging her in, I watch as she immediately follows my instruction. Her legs slide off to the side of the bed, delicately hitting the floor. When she stands, she wobbles, uneasy on her feet. But just like the true vixen I know she is, she pushes through, shoulders back and walks over to the metal slacks on the ceiling.

"Lift up your arms like before."

"Yes sir."

Her arms rise above her head, and I trace my fingers up her arms slowly, wanting to worship every inch of her body that I touch. My fingers wrap around her left wrist loosely and I pull the leather cuff down and clip it to her wrist. On her right wrist, I do the same. The animal in me wants to wrap her legs around my body and slowly inch myself inside her and feel her tighten around my cock. To cum with her as I bring her body into a quivering orgasm. But that will happen when she's ready, only when she's ready. Ryan stands, her hands and arms dangling like she's a marionette by her head, her ponytail a mess but still tied up.

"How does that feel princess?" I whisper.

"Green," she smiles, knowing full well she's following the rules by using the safe words. And the one's who follow the rules always get rewarded.

"Very good princess," I smile, kissing the tip of her nose. "Remember, I'm not going to hold back, like I promised, but you're not loosing your virginity tonight."

"I know... I trust you sir," and with that final three letter word she just spoke, I bite my lip as my cock hardens, ready to take her.

"You're making it very hard for me to be on my best behaviour, baby girl."

"Sorry sir," she whispers with a smirk and step back from her, admiring the smirk that plays on her lips, knowing full well what she's doing to me.

"Fucking tease," I smile softly, almost proud of her making me putty in her hands. Walking around her, I slowly trail my fingers around her hips, her ass, her thighs, her breasts until I'm standing directly behind her. Slowly, I bring my hand back, and spank her hard on her right ass cheek. A whimper of a pleasured moan passes her lips, and her head falls back like she's in bliss. I love how much she enjoys being spanked by me. "That's for teasing me baby girl, and this next part?" I say as I grab a fist full of her ponytail in my fingers, "is for being a good girl and doing as your told for me, and like I promised, no holding back this time round."

I let go, turning around and walk over to the speakers on the side table by the bed. Her back is to me, and unless she turns around, she can't see what I'm dong. Pressing the buttons for the speakers to turn on, I pair my phone and go into my music app, choosing the playlist "Ryan XXX". When I knew we would end the night in this room, I made a second Ryan playlist just for me and her. Songs that I picked personally to be played in this room and only in this room. My other playlist is a list of songs that remind me of her or are her favourite songs. I pick the perfect song first and press play on The Weeknd - Call Out My Name, cause that's exactly what I want her to do. Call out my name as I make her cum for me again.
Turning around to her, Ryan still in the same position I left her in, a smile crosses my lips as I stalk towards her, my cock hard and on full display for her to see to when I finally stand in front of her.

"You hear the words to the song princess?"

I put you on top, I put you on top
I claimed you so proud and openly
And when times were rough, when times were rough
I made sure I held you close to me
So call out my name (call out my name)
Call out my name when I kiss you so gently...

"Yes sir."

Stepping close to her, the tip of my cock brushing her skin lightly, "I want to hear you say it, call my name out the next time I make you cum. Let me know your mine, baby girl," I whisper possessively.

"Nico," she whimpers as she rubs her thighs together to get some friction.

"Not Nico princess... Nicholas," I smirk.

With her hands securely tied in the leather cuffs, I lift the hem of my tank top up, over my head and throw the material to the ground. Standing fully naked in front of her, her eyes roam my body. There isn't a inch of me that isn't covered by tattoo's and the lust in her eyes tells me she likes what she sees. If only I was brave enough to feel her hands on me, to have her touch me like I know she wants too, but again, that's a hard limit for me.
The voice in my head creeps up. The music in the rooms fades and echo's of his voice try and push pass the barrier I closed off to him to amplify the sound of his hateful words. Him telling me that I'm not good enough for her, that I'm weak. That I'm ugly, and weird. A freak.

"She'll never truly want you, you know. Once she finds out what a freak you are. Once she knows your secrets you tried so hard to keep covered up. Covered up by tattoos to hide the visible scars but I know they're there, you know they are there. And when she finally touches you, she'll be so disgusted by your marks..."

His words taunt me. Over and over again just like they always do, but just like before, my focus is fully on Ryan. I'm not letting him get to me. Not now. Her breathing has changed since I removed my tank top. The way her eyes dilated by just looking at me. Ryan is excited by me, and she's not in anyway disgusted by what she sees. She's turned on, enjoying the moment while looking at me up and down. His voice disappears. Pushed back into the deep depths of my mind. Her eyes trail down my body, stopping briefly on my cock, and I can't help but notice the little gulp she takes as she drinks me in. This is isn't the first time she has seen me, but my god, does it excite me with how she reacts.

"Enjoying the view princess?" I finally manage to say, the song still playing in the background.

"Yes," she says, no hesitation. Her eyes widen and if her hands weren't cuffed up, dangling by her head, she would of covered her eyes instantly.

"Well... I fucking love what I see baby girl."

Slowly taking steps around her, I stand with her back to me and reach over to the corner, tugging on the metal chain like I did earlier. The sound of metal on metal grates again and her arms lift up by her ears. I don't pull too hard on the chains this time, her feet still flat on the floor and I secure the chains on the hook. Pulling her body slowly back towards me, her body pressed up against me and I lean into her, feeling her flushed against my skin. My cock nestles between her ass cheeks and I bring my hands round her body, cupping her breasts in my hands. Her body is hot. Radiated desire oozes from her. Her breasts are soft, and her nipple are fully erect, hard like pebbles.

"I love how perfectly you fit in my hands princess. How soft your skin is against mine," squeezing her breasts in my hands, her head rolls back, resting on my shoulder.

"Uhmmmmm," she lowly moans.

Giving her breasts one final squeeze, I move my fingers to her nipples, rolling her pink buds between my fingers. "Do I make you wet by playing with your nipples princess?"

"Yes sir."

"Mmmmmmm," I hum satisfied by her answer. "Will you get really wet for me if.. I... doooooo," I say, dragging out my words. My fingers twist her nipples gently and I hear her suck in a breath, "that?"

"Yes sir."

"You like that?"

"Yes sir... green sir."

"Part your legs for me a little," I whisper, my words laced with lust.

She does as she is told, parting her legs slightly for me and I trace the tip of my cock, up and down the line that separates her ass cheeks. I suck in a breath, calming my needs down to not fully take her. We both agreed that Nat will be the one to take her first, but my god, do I want to be inside her right now. Pre-cum oozes from my tip at the thought, and my cock twitches from excitement, just from feeling her skin against it. Slowly, I push my cock between her legs and her folds perfectly fit around me. She's so fucking wet that I don't even need to push that hard to feel her fully around me.

"Nico," she whimpers.

"Trust me princess," I whisper with need in my voice. "Close your legs a little for me... just like that. That's a good girl," I groan. Ryan whimpers as my tip pushes forward even more. I bend my knees a little, making sure my tip rubs over her clit. Slowly I pull back, holding on to her hips and I push forward again, her ass pushed against my pelvis. "Fuck your soaked princess," I tell her, my movements still slow.

"Uhmmmmmm."

My finger tips press into her hips, holding on as I pick up my pace. My cock is tightly fitted between her folds, feeling her bare skin wrapped around me. I thought my cock pushed between her breast on the bed felt amazing, but I take that back. Feeling her soaked folds, wrapped around my cock, pushing back and forth is euphoric. I can only imagine how good it will feel when I finally get to be inside her.

My pace picks up, and I slide my hand up to her mouth. "Open up baby girl," I tell her as I push my fingers inside her mouth to wet them. Her tongue swirls around my fingertips and I hear her hum. "Good girl," I rasp, pushing and pulling my cock between her legs. "Remember princess, scream my name when you cum for me."

Slowly, I trace my wet fingers down her chin, between her perfect mounds, over her belly button until I reach her folds and I slide my fingers down to find her swollen bud. "Oh fuck," she whispers. The chains attached to her wrist rattle, as her hands reach up and hold on to the chain links. "Uhmmmmmm," she moans while I still continue to push and pull my cock between her legs.

"That feel good baby girl?" I manage to rasp out against her ear. She nods, still moaning while I attack her clit in circular motions. She is absolutely soaked, and if my cock could get any harder, it would. "Your soooooooooo wet princess," I moan. "So warm... you going to cum for me? Be my good girl and cum for me princess," I tell her, rubbing faster on her clit.

"I-I think... uhmmmmmm."

"Say it princess... fuck, you feel good... mmmmm," my hips move forward and back, slick wetness coats my cock from her soaking folds and all I want to do is cum with her. "Cum for me princess... scream my name when you do," I groan.

Her body tenses flush against mine and I can tell she's close, just like I am. Our panted moans and breaths take over the sound of the music coming from the speakers across the room. Metal grinds against metal as Ryan tugs on the chains holding her arms up. My stomach is in knots, a tightness which means I'm about to blow, but she needs to cum with me. I need us to cum together. Her legs cling together tightly around my cock and Ryan takes in a sharp breath.

"Fuuuuuuuck... that's it, baby. Cum for me princess," my voice rasps.

"OH SHIT... NICHOLAAAAAAAS!" Ryan screams and I feel my release follow. My entire body hums, my body bucking as rope after rope of my seed spills out between her legs. her head pushes back on my shoulder and I keeping rubbing her clit, wanting to get multiple orgasms out of her.

My pace slows and the warm feeling of my release soaks the area between her legs even more. But Ryan is still moaning, her body convulsing from the enjoyment of the orgasms I have given her. Slowly, my fingers pull away from her clit and her body goes limp in my arms.

"You okay princess?" I chuckle lowly.

"Mmmm," she manages to say, while I hold her up in my arms.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."

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A FEW minutes later, I carry Ryan in my arms to the bathroom on the other side of my playroom. The one thing that was the most important thing when I designed this room, was that it had a connecting bathroom attached to it. Aftercare in a Sub/Dom relationship is important and even if we weren't in this room, I would still want to bath her.
Slowly placing her on her feet, I tell her to lean against the bathroom sink. The shower, big enough for four adults to stand in, has black tiling with a large sliver square shower head while on the walls are six smaller ones facing towards the middle. Opening up the clear glass doors, I turn on the overhead shower and check the temperature with my hand.

"Come here princess," I say, reaching out my hand, "let's get you cleaned up. Slowly, and a bit wobbly on her feet still, Ryan takes a few steps towards me, placing her hand in mine.

Bringing my hand up to her hair, I tug on the hairband her hair has been trapped in all night, pulling on the band. Her hair cascades down her back, only puffed up at the roots where she has hair sprayed her hair to keep it slick. I pull her hairband around my wrist and walk backwards guiding her inside the shower with me, closing the door behind her. Steam fills the the space in the shower, fogging up the glass. When she stands under the water, she tilts her head back, feeling the warm water in her skin.

"You okay princess?"

"I'm okay," she smiles and she cups the top of her head, slicking her hair down to her head.

"Let me wash you," I tell her and I grab the vanilla body wash on the rack in the corner. Normally I keep the vanilla body wash to myself, but I want her to smell like me, like I'm staking a claim on her.

Squeezing the bottle, the silky liquid pours into my palm and I rub my hands together, leathering up the gel. Keeping my distance from her, I rub the gel over her torso, removing the evidence of my cum from her chest. Her green eyes blaze with a fire, she's exhausted but she's telling me she wants more.

"Stop looking at me like that princess, you're exhausted and I don't think you can take much more," I chuckle.

"Like what?" she says so innocently.

"Like you're waiting for me to pounce on you again," I smile, kneeling down and rubbing her legs.

"Are you?"

Without looking up, I answer her, massaging my fingers into her skin, "no. Tonight was enough, I don't want to push you too much princess."

"You held back again," she says, almost sounding disappointed.

When I look up, her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth and she looks somewhat disappointed. "Ryan, look at me," i tell her, standing in front of her. "I didn't hold back," I whisper, "you just got the vanilla version of me," I smirk.

"Vanilla version?"

"Yes," I chuckle, still making sure I'm some distance away from her, making sure she wont touch the areas I like to be kept untouched. "Vanilla, with a hint of chocolate," I wink.

"What?" she smiles softly, "Are you hungry?"

"For you? Yes," I wink and she blushes, looking down. "Ryan, I told you before. When your ready, I won't hide this side of me, however, until then, I need to have some resistance when it comes to you. This is not something that should be rushed into," I tell her. "My way of having fun is completely different to most people and it's not something that should be rushed. Especially considering everything you've done with us, is all first for you."

"Oh."

"I doesn't mean I don't want to princes, believe me I do. Just... when your ready. Okay?" I tell her and she nods. "Turn around, let me wash your hair."

When she turns in front of me, I cant help but admire her ass, laid bare for me to see. I can't believe this woman is mine... ours. Her flawless sun kissed skin, her long chocolate locks, she's a complete goddess and I would do anything for this woman. My fingers rub into her skin, making sure the smell of my body wash seeps in, making her smell like me. Her muscles relax further, while I make small circles on her back, slowly, she steps back towards me and we both stand with the water washing over us. Trailing my fingers down her body, I rub between her legs, once again washing away the evidence of my release. What I wouldn't give to be between her legs again right now, but this night, although a great one, as already seen too much excitement.

"Nico?"

"Yes princess?"

"Can I... I mean, will you let me... erm," she hesitates to finish her sentence, but the only thing I never want Ryan to do, is be embarrassed to ask or do something when she is with me.

"What?" I whisper.

"Would is be okay... I mean, if it is okay for me to wash you?"

I freeze. Those words so desired by many, yet they scare the living daylights out oif me. Washing me, even with a loafer, means touching. Touching area's I don't want or have never had touched by hands that weren't my own, apart from that one time that caught me off guard. Every woman I've been with, who isn't just a easy hook up, know the rules, Ryan even knows the rules. But as much as I would love to feel her hands on me, what if? What if her bare hands touch me... there. Feel my scars. My past. My secrets.

"I won't touch where you don't want me to Nico, I promise," she says, turning around to face me. Her green orbs plead with me to let her do this, like she begs for me to give her this one thing, and then I start to hear his voice come back. Scratching at the surface to taunt me before she speaks again. "Please can I wash you? We'll use the safe words, and I'll go slow," she whispers.

I want to tell her no. That this is pushing limits for me. But then again, I want to give her everything she wants, including this. Slowly, I grab her hand, placing her palm up, grabbing the body wash and squeezing a small amount in her hand. I hold on to her hand, second guessing my act of bravery, but in all honesty, I trust her to not touch me where I have already told her not to, only a short while ago.
Releasing her fingers, I turn my hand slowly, never breaking eye contact away from her. I haven't given her verbal permission, something I always insist on myself from my sub, but this small gesture pulls the corners of her pink lips into a small smile.

"Green," I whisper, as she starts to rub the body wash into my skin. Slow, small circle start to lather up the soapy gel, first on the back of my hand and when she moves to my forearm, she looks up, asking permission for the safe word. "Green." Her small hand continues up, rubbing the tension out of my body and just before she reaches my bicep, she looks up again, "green," I say again, my face emotionless.

Ryan grabs more body wash, squeezing the white goo from the bottle. She works her way across my collarbone, down my other arm, massaging it into my skin. Before touching every new area, she looks up, asking me permission to carry on. And with each body part I feel comfortable enough to touch, I answer "green".
When her hands stop on my left hand, she steps forward a little looking up at me like a woman who just won a prize. She smiles softly, rubbing her hands together, the soap in her hands foaming up and she hovers her fingertips over my pecs.

"I promise I'll go slow," she whispers.

Without a word I nod, watching her face intently as she touches her fingers to my skin. "Green," I whisper. Her fingers dance on my skin, slowly moving around the area. I never stop looking at her, watching as she paints a road map of touchable areas on my body. She goes lower, just pass my nipples and she's close to the yellow parts of my skin.

Just above my abs, she looks up again, checking that it's okay for her to carry on. "Yellow," I whisper, almost inaudible, but she hears me and slows her movements. Ryan barely moves lower, being cautious not to hit those red areas. My hands ball up into fists, and i try so hard not to close my eyes just so I can concentrate on anything else besides where her hands are. "Yellow," I manage to push out pass my lips, sadistically not wanting her to stop.

"Use numbers," she whispers. My face is hard, and slightly confused, what does she mean by numbers? "One is green, two is yellow, three is red. If I get too close, say 'yellow three' and I know to stop," she says softly. In her own way, she has come up with her own traffic light system, putting in control of where her hands are.

My minds screams at me to stop. To push her hands away and say this is all too much to handle, but I can't help but love the feeling of her bare hands exploring my body.

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WHAT?! Another chapter? So soon?

YEP!!!!!!! LOL

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. This chapter and the one before is what kick started my writer's block. Even to the point where I wanted to start the next chapter, however, the perfectionist in me just couldn't do it without this chapter completed.

Did I rush it? I dunno, but I did it while working. lol

Let me know what you think, as always, stay safe,

Chantal xoxox
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