Reclaiming Nicola (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 3

  “Because you asked me to, remember?” She stalled, afraid of admitting her true feelings to him, afraid because she couldn’t suppress her feelings for him.

  “Yeah, I did. But how often do people who just had a bad break up get together to just chitchat? I would hazard a guess of never. So I ask again, why did you come here?”

  “I don’t know.” But Nicola did know. She still loved Victor, very much. In her heart of hearts, she had secretly hoped for a rekindling of their relationship.

  Staring into Victor’s eyes, she realized how much she’d tried to delude herself. Oh God, she’d been such a fool, pretending the only reason she came to this house was to say goodbye. Even worse she’d gotten so mad at his Mom and Dad when she was the one showing signs of indecision.

  “Why, Nikki?” Victor persisted, unwilling to relinquish the ground he’d gained by that particular insight. “I love you so much. And I believe, I know you still love me. So you tell me, why did you come here?”

  “Because I missed you,” she whispered, knowing she was way too emotional to have this conversation right now. But she didn’t have the strength to regain control of the situation. “Because...because I still want you.” Plus the truth was the truth. “Because I love you,” she mumbled.

  “But how, Nikki? Tell me how you want me. Do you just want a quick fuck?” he asked softly without any real conviction behind the words.

  “You know I’m not like that, Victor,” Nicola asserted. “I don’t do casual sex, even if I know the person.” She ignored the voice that reminded her of her contemplations of a half hour ago.

  “Then what?” Victor inquired. “How do you want me?”

  Relenting, she whispered. “I want to belong to you again and I want you to belong to me again.” Dipping her head abashedly, she crossed her arms over her chest.

  He lifted her into his arms, seating her across his lap for the second time that day. “And we can have that again, baby.” He pushed her hair away from her face, tilting her head up. “Just give me another chance, give us another chance.”

  She stared at him, scared to say yes, terrified to say no. She loved him deeply. Should she really throw away their entire future because of a mistake? Could she?

  Caressing his face, she reacquainted herself with the chiseled jaw, the strong cheekbones, the well-defined contours of his face. A slight involuntary nod of her head was her answer, her heart responding where her mind could not.

  She wanted this, wanted him. “But only on one condition,” Nicola stated.

  Chapter 6

  Nicola stripped Victor of all of his clothing, peeling away each item, piece by careful piece. After he was gloriously naked, she reached for the scarves they’d placed in the drawers beside the bed. She secured his arms and legs to the bed frame. Seizing control of his body, she promised herself and him that she would soon control a whole lot more.

  “Before this night is over,” she threatened, “you’ll belong to me.”

  “I already do,” Victor insisted. Tugging carefully, he tested the bonds around his wrists and ankles

  “No, you don’t. But you will, I guarantee you.” Moving to the door, she bolted it shut. Next, she made her way to the stereo, putting on some slow sensual music. She lit the candles strewn around the room, everything designed to enhance the mood.

  Ready to begin, she moved to the foot of the bed, slowly undulating her body. Dancing, she felt the beat of the music thrumming insistently through her. She widened her stance, running her hands over her breasts, and onwards to her stomach.

  At the edge of her shirt, her hands changed direction. Moving back up her body, her skin prickled with need. Nicola released each button on her blouse from their corresponding holes causing the blouse to gape open slightly. Reaching between her breasts, she unclasped her bra.

  Victor’s eyes tracked her every move, heating with hunger. Her body continued to gyrate, moving to the beat of the music. She spun around, turning her back to him. Dipping down low, she smiled at him over her shoulder.

  Shrugging, her blouse and bra slid off her shoulders to her wrists where she held them in place, the effect sexy and wanton. She loosened her grip on the clothing, letting them fall to the floor. Lifting her hands up and in front of her, Nicola crossed them over her breasts.

  She turned to face Victor, feeling his eyes burning a hole through her. Sensually, she dropped her hands, her nipples hard pinpricks, needing to be touched by him, needing to be kissed by him. Her skin became sensitive, responding to the caress of his smoky stare.

  Victor tugged on his arm, fighting to get to her. “Untie me, baby,” he commanded, trying to control her even in his restrained position. She couldn’t give him what he demanded, her goal had not been completed.

  “Nah, ah.” She approached the bed, stroking her hand up under her skirt. Her every action designed to illicit a response, meant to inflame him. She unsnapped the side clasps of her panties, lifting it away from her body. She now wore only her strappy heels and her skirt.

  Straddling his hips, she fanned out her skirt, covering his lower torso. She smoothed her wet center along his cock, moaning at the delicious sensations. She leaned over him, spanning her breasts and offering one up to him.

  Capturing her nipple, he growled as he suckled at her, the sound vibrating her and the bed. He continued to tug at the bonds surrounding his hands and feet, making every effort to free himself. His legs pulled at the scarves as he tried to plant his feet on the bed, seeking some leverage. “Please, baby. Now,” he beseeched her.

  Aching herself, she took pity on him...or on herself. Oh, did it really matter which? She positioned his prick to enter her, lowering herself inch by delicious inch on his turgid cock.

  “Ah,” he groaned, thrusting up into her. “So tight, so wet for me,” he babbled.

  “Only for you, baby,” She confirmed, impaling herself on his cock.

  They moved together, him upward, she downward. She couldn’t get enough of him. Circling her breasts, she pinched her nipples, the small bite of pain a welcome stimulant. “Oh God,” she moaned, tears springing to her eyes, every part of her prickling.

  His cock moved within her, commanding her body’s responses. She could feel her peak barreling down on her. Driving her higher and higher, she could feel him invading her every molecule. Riding him harder, she tried pouring her own essence into him, recapturing what they’d lost.

  This copulation went way beyond being simple. Lights flashed behind her eyes as they connected on the deepest level available to them. She felt him in her heart in her very soul. Their completion would mark a new beginning.

  Victor shouted his release, emptying his seed deep within her body, reuniting them: mind, heart, and body. Screaming her climax, Nicola blacked out, her own orgasm hitting her unexpectedly. The sensations were so exquisite.

  She woke a few minutes later to Victor nuzzling his nose into her hair, his cock still housed within her. “Baby, you okay.” She nodded. “Then untie me, will you?”

  “Sorry, I forgot,” she mumbled, getting her knees beneath her, she inched away from him, his hard cock slipping from her channel. She felt hollow without him within her.

  Untying the scarves, his arms and legs appeared red-rimmed and bruised. She stretched toward him to massage them, but she didn’t have the chance. Flipping her onto her back, he gave her little choice, before he entered her again.

  Even after his climax, his cock had barely softened. He drove his cock deep within her and she felt the shaft swelling to full mast. His pace punishing, he claimed her now, as much as she had claimed him moments ago. He kissed her, long and hard and she couldn’t get enough of him.

  “More,” she begged, “I need more.” She strived for the orgasm just out of reach, the next one rushing down on her. They’d gone without touching, tasting, slaking their lust on each other for the past two weeks and she needed...“More, dammit.”

  He pumped in and out of her as she strained against him.
Licking the top swell of her breast, he bit her. The small bite was her undoing. She shattered, the fact that he marked her, claimed her totally erotic for her. She could feel him coating her channel, absolute bliss strumming through her body.

  She dozed off again, another habit attributable to this night.

  The banging on the door startled her awake and Victor tightened his arm around her. He kept her at his side, drawing the comforter up and over her shoulder, protecting her nude body in case of prying eyes. But no one entered the room.

  “So Nicola,” a voice said through the door. “Are you staying for dinner after all?”

  She knew her answer would reveal her intentions for the future and her decision about her and Victor. She’d already made her choice, knowing exactly what she wanted. She just needed to let everyone else know as well.

  “Yes...” she responded, loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear. Kissing Victor, she scooted down his body. Her hand spanned his cock, directing the hot shaft towards her hungry mouth, “...yes, Dad. I’ll definitely be staying for dinner,” then she wrapped her lips around Victor’s cock, partaking of her dessert first.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Anika was born and raised in Jamaica, later moving to sunny South Florida to complete her college education. She has an undergraduate degree in Accounting and a graduate degree in Public Administration.

  She spends her daylight hours as a public administrator working in her local government. At night, Anika is usually writing, playing video games, reading, watching TV, or any feasible combination of these activities with writing as the focal point.

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