On Her Terms (Premiere Companions Book 2) Read online

  “I asked you a question, bellissima. How close are you?”

  “Oh God, so close, please … oh…”

  The ability to speak left her, as he sucked her clit into his mouth and murmured his instruction.

  “Then come for me.”

  ****

  Fuck, her instinctive responses blew him away. Jamie always enjoyed this process of getting to know what made a woman tick in bed, never more so than when that woman tapped into her submissive streak for the first time. Most needed far more encouragement than his girl had needed. Whether that was simply due to the unusual circumstances they found themselves in or whether she, too, felt the force of their connection, who could say.

  From the minute he’d seen her shred the paper napkins, her nervousness pouring off her in waves, she’d thrown his preconceived notions about her out of the window. It wasn’t just the fact that she was ten times more beautiful in person either. Jamie was used to beautiful women, appreciated women in all their forms and guises, but there was something about Nicoletta Cabrizi that had him utterly hooked. Now with her writhing underneath him, her sweet musk in his nostrils and coating his tongue as he licked up the juices spilling past the elastic of the sodden piece of lace barely covering her modesty … now, he stopped analyzing and simply gave himself over to the moment. He knew the moment she was about to explode, because her thighs tightened involuntary around his head, and her hips bucked as she ground her pussy against his face, coming all over it in the process.

  The incomprehensible sounds spilling from her mouth made him grin around his mouthful of hugely engorged virgin clit, and Jamie kept up the suckling of that little bundle of nerves, until the last of her aftershocks abated and her thighs went slack. Only then did he sit back and allowed himself to slowly peel her ruined thong away from her moist flesh.

  Jamie sucked in a sharp breath as her sweet cunt came into view. Beautifully bare of any hair, it begged to be claimed, and his cock jerked at the thought as her puffed up pussy lips came into view. She jumped when he parted her outer labia with his fingers and ran his fingertips through her inner lips.

  “Easy there, my sweet. You’re so fucking wet for me. I can’t wait to claim your virgin hole. All of them for that matter. Will you let me do that, bellissima?”

  A groan came from his girl at his words, and her pussy hole quivered and clenched, expelling more of her essence, in which he coated his fingers and brought them right up to her other hole, while he pushed a thumb into her pussy.

  A gasp and a tightening of her internal muscles was his answer this time, and when he looked up her body it was beyond satisfying to see the all-over body flush decorating her fair skin. Her unfettered breasts, reddened by his stubble, carried the marks of his teeth, and her nipples stood proudly to attention. Such a glorious, fucking canvas for him to work with.

  He swore to himself there and then that he would mark every inch of her skin, so that when she left here in the morning to resume her life as Don Cabrizi’s daughter, she would remember who her Sir was.

  Foolish thoughts, perhaps, he had no right to be possessive, after all, but there it was. He wasn’t going to overanalyze this now, just go with his gut and let the chips fall where they may. He’d always known that any dealings with this woman would be dangerous to him, so the urgent need to make her his didn’t really come as a huge surprise to him.

  “I asked you a question, my love, I would appreciate an answer.”

  Inwardly he grimaced at the endearment he didn’t seem capable of not making. Love had nothing to do with this. It was or should have been a mere business transaction, dammit.

  “What? Yes, please … whatever. I’m yours, Sir.”

  Her halting, panted reply stopped him from pursuing that thought, and he gently thrust his thumb in and out of her pussy, making her groan while he pushed the index finger of his other hand through the tight ring of muscle guarding her ass.

  Those muscles flexed around the digit, and when he bent his head to lick across her clit, Nicoletta groaned deep in her throat.

  “There, you are, come for me again, my sweet.”

  He kept up the gentle licks around and over her clit while he thrust his digits in and out of both her holes. The heavy odor of sex surrounded them. His balls drew tight, and his cock leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, while the wet sounds his fingers made added an auditory stimuli all of their own.

  “I can’t … too much … oh God…”

  Her words drifted off into incomprehensible moans and sighs, which were music to his ears.

  “Oh yes, you can and you will. Come for your Sir, bellissima.”

  Nicoletta didn’t disappoint. The sheer strength of her orgasm was breathtaking to witness, and it meant he added another finger into her pussy to stretch and prepare her for his cock, as she screamed and writhed. Something gave when he added a third and pushed, and Jamie swore under his breath when he saw the streaks of blood. Still it was better this way. It would still hurt when he took her, but he hoped not as much as it would have done otherwise, and she didn’t seem to have noticed this, too caught up in shivering in the after effects of her orgasm. Jamie gently withdrew his fingers, and kissed his way back up her body, until he could claim her mouth. The desperate way in which she kissed him back and then followed his retreat in a seeming bid to prolong the kiss, made his chest tighten. It would be so easy to fall head over heels for this girl, and maybe he was halfway there already.

  “There, relax for a second while I get a few things.” He bit her lip playfully and laughed at her pout as she turned her head in a seeming effort to keep track of his movements around the room. To reassure her that he was still here, he kept up a monologue.

  “I’m right here. I can see you, just going to wash my hands, and get these.”

  He deliberately let the chain linking the nipple clamps together clank as he pulled them out of his bag, together with lube and condom, and Nicoletta went very still. He could almost see the wheels turn in her head, as she tried to figure out what he had in his hands. He dropped the clamps on her belly, eliciting a yelp of surprise as the cold metal connected with her overheated flesh, and grinning he wiped his hands clean with the antibacterial wipes he’d also pulled from his bag of tricks.

  “They’re nipple clamps, bellissima. Considering how much you seemed to enjoy nipple play, I’ll think you’ll like them, but use your safe words if you don’t, okay?”

  “O-okay.”

  Her halting reply spoke a thousand words without saying them, and Jamie took his time preparing her gorgeous tits. Sucking on one berry red nub while he gently pulled and twisted the other between his fingers, soon had her panting, and once her nipples were sufficiently elongated for his liking, he attached first one and then the other clamp in quick succession.

  Nicoletta jerked every time, but she didn’t cry red, not even when he slowly tightened the clamps. Her breathing sped up, and her mouth opened into a silent O, which told its own story.

  “That’s my very good girl. You look fucking hot with your tits clamped like that, and when I do this…”

  He pulled gently on the chain linking the clamps, and Nicoletta’s deep throated groan in response shot straight to his balls. Her back arched as she went with the movement. Head thrown back, belly quivering in need, she looked a woman on the edge, caught up in the various sensations bombarding her. Was there anything more of a turn-on than to see your sub respond so beautifully and instinctively? Nicoletta was a natural, and the urge to mark her skin with a good flogging drove him hard. What would she make of that? Only one way to find out.

  “How are you doing there, my sweet?” he asked, as he bent down and retrieved the soft suede flogger from his bag.

  An unintelligible murmur was his response, followed by a gasp when he ran the ends of the flogger over her belly.

  “This is a flogger, bellissima.”

  Nicoletta jerked her arms against the belt, and Jamie set the flogger down for now. He pulled th
e dress off her eyes, until it was a bunched up mess above her head, and she blinked several times before her expressive gaze connected with his.

  “Will it hurt?”

  Jamie picked the flogger back up again, and ran the tips of it over her cheekbones in a feather light caress which made her go a little cross-eyed.

  “Does that hurt?” he asked.

  Nicoletta shook her head, and chuckling at her astonished expression, he trailed the ends, lower, over her breasts, along the soft flesh of her belly and lower still, until the very tips of it made contact with her clit. Her hips jumped, and she screwed her eyes shut when he did it again and again.

  “I can make it hurt, if I wanted to, of course, but we’re just doing sensation play tonight, so…” He put a little flick into his moves this time, and another one of those cock hardening groans came from her. Encouraged by her response, he did it again, covering her breasts, lower belly, mound, and thighs, until her fair skin pinked up nicely, and she was panting hard, seemingly on the edge of another release. Such a fucking turn-on.

  “That’s my girl. You’re close again, aren’t you?”

  A groan was his only response as she writhed around the bed, while unconsciously lifting up into every flick of the flogger against her skin. As much as he enjoyed this play, the copious pre-cum coating his cock and the ache in his balls reminded him of his own needs.

  “Time to fly, bellissima, and look at me while you do.”

  Nicoletta’s eyes flew open at his growled demand. The fact that she had trouble focusing on him wasn’t lost on him. If only they had more time than just tonight to fully explore her needs. Jamie had no doubt that his girl would go deep into subspace if he kept this up. He smiled his approval at her as she waited for his next move, coiled on the edge just like he wanted her to be. With one harder flick of his wrist aimed at her pussy, the flogger made contact with a very satisfying whoosh.

  Nicoletta screamed, and came a third time, all the while holding his gaze like he’d asked her to.

  “Good girl, I’m going to fuck you now, my sweet.”

  Jamie broke eye contact just long enough to roll on a condom, and a whimper escaped his girl when he settled himself between Nicoletta’s thighs. Taking his shaft in hand he tortured them both by rubbing the sheathed tip through her slick folds. Nicoletta groaned and pulled on her restraints when he nudged her engorged clit on every upstroke, and allowed himself to slip in a little deeper on every down stroke.

  “Please, just do it already, I’m ready, please…”

  Her fevered plea echoed his own thoughts, and Jamie forced a grin on his face for her benefit. His skin felt too tight to accomplish the task, but he must have achieved it, because she smiled back at him.

  “This will hurt, I’m sorry.”

  Before she could even utter a reply, he thrust deep, tearing through the remains of her membrane until he bottomed out deep inside her. Her cry of anguish tore at his conscience, and holding himself very still, he kissed her, until her tense muscles relaxed.

  “That’s my girl. Relax, that’s it, I promise only pleasure now.”

  Jamie kissed away the tears which had escaped her pain filled eyes, and slowly pulled back. Pain gave way to astonishment, and the tight grip her body had on his shaft slowly relaxed. Sweat poured in his eyes, and his biceps shuddered with the strain to hold himself still, to go slow for her. It was worth it though to see the myriad of expressions cross her face. Jamie held her gaze as he set up a slow push and retreat rhythm. Sheer torture for him, especially when she cottoned on and her internal muscles quivered and tightened around his cock.

  “Fuck, baby, you keep doing that, I won’t last five minutes.”

  A giggle was his answer, and the minx did it again. Well, two could play this game, and getting to his knees, Jamie grasped her ass cheeks, pulled almost all the way out until only the tip of his dick stretched her tight hole, and then thrust back in hard.

  Nicoletta gasped, and instinctively lifted into his thrusts, as he allowed himself to set the pace he needed to chase his own release. She dug her toes into his calves as she followed his lead, and gazes locked together they strove to reach that pinnacle together.

  When he changed the angle of his thrusts, Nicoletta arched her head back and went wild underneath him. It meant Jamie finally let go. Seeing his cock, slickened by her juices and streaked in blood made him lose control.

  “Come for me. Come for me now, girl. I can’t … fuck, yeah…”

  Nicoletta screamed her release, as he slammed into her with enough force to shake the bed. Burying his head in the crook of her neck, Jamie gave himself over to his own orgasm. Ten times more intense than the last one, he emptied himself into the condom, while Nicoletta’s internal muscles milked every last drop out of him.

  Giving into the primitive instinct to mark what was his, he bit down on the soft flesh under her ear, and Nicoletta jerked anew with a deep throated groan, as the action appeared to trigger another mini orgasm.

  “You’re mine now, girl.”

  Chapter Four

  Nicole had died and gone to heaven. Surely, as clichéd as that sounded, that was the only explanation for what had just happened to her. With Sir’s heavy weight on top of her, she felt deliciously sore and used, and above all deliriously happy. Far too happy for what was in effect a one night stand, and one she had paid a lot of money for, nonetheless. His heavy breaths ghosted across her neck, and she groaned when he licked the place where he’d bitten her.

  As shocked as she had been at that action—and even more so at the possessive words he’d uttered in a deep, guttural voice full of barely suppressed need—she’d been even more taken aback at her body’s wanton reaction. Nothing could have prepared her for this. The need to please him, the sense of belonging, the utterly unexpected surge of emotion which made her want to burst into tears even now and utter foolish words that could never be.

  Surely, all these things she felt, this connection, which seemed to vibrate between them like a living entity, that was just her reading too much into this moment. She winced when Sir moved and took the thick shaft filling her with him. Her over sensitized tissues protested that move, and she tensed at the soreness it caused.

  “I’m sorry, relax. There.” He lifted his head and kissed her nose in an affectionate gesture that proved her undoing. The tears she’d been trying to hold onto burst forth, and Sir swore under his breath. The bed dipped as he withdrew. Something wet hit the floor, and seconds later he was back. Before she could even comprehend what he was doing, she was freed of both restraints and clamps. Cradled in Sir’s strong arms, she sat on his lap, while he massaged her sore arms, and murmured all sorts of soothing nonsense into her hair. Of course his concern just made her cry harder, and by the time she finally got herself under control, his chest was wet with her tears, and she was sure she must look horrific. Not that Sir seemed to think so. When he gently lifted her head by her chin to make her look at him, she read nothing but affection and concern in his midnight blue gaze. They darkened the longer he studied her, and when he ran his thumb over her lips, every feminine molecule in her body simply melted.

  “There now, my sweet, feeling better?”

  He bent his head to kiss the remaining moisture off her face, and Nicole blurted the words out.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’m not normally such a crybaby. You didn’t sign up for this. I should just…”

  She tried to extricate herself out of his embrace, but Jamie was having none of that.

  “Where do you think you’re going, girl?” he asked, and burying his fist in her hair, pulled her back on top of his lap.

  The slight tug grounded Nicole, and she swallowed hard when she looked at him. One eyebrow quirked in that devilishly sexy way he had, he studied her, and she hastily dropped her gaze to his Adam’s apple.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “What for, girl?” he asked, and his deep sigh meant she had to look at him. “
That’s better, bellissima. I was hard on you, so your tears are not a huge surprise to me. I would have been more concerned had you not cried, and simply brushed what we did under the proverbial carpet. Never be afraid to show your emotions in front of me, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her murmured reply made him smile.

  “Good, now that we cleared that up, I’m going to run you a bath. You’ll be sore, and a long soak will help with that. Stay here and don’t move a muscle.”

  Nicole nodded her confirmation, which earned her a swift kiss, before Sir left the bed. Seeing him bend down to pick up the used condom off the floor brought heat to her cheeks, and caused her pussy to tingle anew. It was really quite ridiculous the effect he had on her, but seeing him in all his naked glory … lord, that was a visual feast for sure. His buttocks clenched as he moved, and even in his flaccid state his cock looked huge to her untrained eye. No wonder she was sore, though not as sore as she’d imagined she would be. She wrenched her gaze away from that part of his anatomy with some difficulty, and only because Sir cleared his throat.

  “You keep looking at me like that, girl, and I shall not be held responsible for my actions. You’re not up for round two yet, so behave yourself.”

  He was smiling, but some strain showed around his eyes and mouth, and when she glanced down she saw his cock harden slowly. Try as she might she couldn’t tear her eyes away from that spectacle.

  “Oh, that is … oh.”

  Even to her own ears that sounded an extremely stupid comment to make, and sure enough Jamie laughed.

  “Yes, oh.” He stepped closer, his cock bobbing up and down with every move, and she licked her lips, when he was so close that she could smell his musk. Unbidden she gently touched the head with her fingertips, and Sir’s resulting groan meant she grew wet yet again.

  “Minx, I mean it. Stop.”

  Jamie gently slapped her hands away, and laughed at her pout.

  “I don’t mind … you know … if you want me to, that is.” Her cheeks were flaming by the time she got that out.