“You did good,” he whispers before kissing the top of my head. I nod, feeling tears filling my eyes. “I know you understand what you got in our girl, man; just take care of her,” Devon says over the top of my head before turning me around and handing me off to Nico.
“You happy, baby?” Nico asks, bending down to kiss my forehead.
“Yes,” I tell him, tilting my head back to get a kiss.
When his mouth leaves mine, I hold my hand up to his chest, looking at my ring. This is what my mom had with my dad; even if she only had it for a short time, I know this is what she felt.
“I love this dress,” Nico says from behind me later that night as his fingers run across my bare shoulders, making me shiver, “but I really love what’s under this dress.” He kisses my neck.
I feel his fingers on my zipper as he begins to pull it down. My breathing picks up as my dress starts to fall from around me. His hands go to the back clasps of my bra and it falls to the floor.
“Put your hands around my neck,” he says against my neck as my hands go over my head and behind his neck. His hands run over my hips and up my stomach before cupping my breasts in his big hands. “I want to try something with you. Will you let me?” I nod. There is nothing I wouldn’t try with him. “Tell me.”
“Yes!” I cry out as he tugs on both of my nipples at the same time. Since becoming pregnant, my breasts have become extra sensitive, and I swear they are directly connected to my clit now.
“Lie on the bed on your back and close your eyes.”
I step out of his embrace and walk to the bed, where I climb on, wearing nothing but a pair of pale-yellow lacy boy shorts that match my bra and dress perfectly. I lie on my back, feeling the wetness between my legs with every movement. I get comfortable and close my eyes, but I can’t help but to peek at what he’s doing—not that I can see anything. His back is to me, and his shirt is now off.
“Close your eyes. You peek again and I won’t do what I’ve got planned.”
I slam my eyes closed and feel my pulse start to race in excitement. I hear some clinking, the shuffle of feet on the carpet, and then the bed depresses next to me.
“Tell me you want this.” I nod, clenching my fists. “I need you to say the words out loud, Sophie,” he says, running a finger from the bottom of my foot to my inner thigh.
“I want this,” I tell him.
“Good. Lift your hands over your head.”
I take a second but do as he says, and then I feel something smooth wrap around my right wrist then my left. They’re drawn together and lifted higher, and I automatically tug my hands and feel that they’re tied to the headboard.
“Oh shit,” I moan. I know he’s joked about this, but I never thought it would really happen.
“Relax.” I feel his fingers run from where my arms are joined, down one, and then along my side and under each breast. “I have imagined this over and over again.”
I feel the bed depress. Then his hands travel from my ankles, spreading my legs wider as they travel up my knees, pulling my legs apart. His body comes over mine, his tongue licks over one nipple then the other, and then his hand at my side leaves and I hear clinking again.
Suddenly, the cold feel of an ice cube is circled around my right nipple then the left, causing my nipples to become even harder. I grit my teeth then cry out as the ice cube travels down my stomach, around my belly button, and then over the lace that is covering me.
“I need to cool you down, baby. You’re really hot down here,” he says, but then the ice is gone and I hear some kind of metal-on-metal sound.
I scream when my nipple is pinched, and not by fingers, causing my eyes to fly open as I look down.
“Eyes closed,” he growls, making me wetter.
I close my eyes and squeak when he treats my other nipple to the same treatment as the first. The image in my head is strangely beautiful. He’s attached small, golden clamps to my nipples. I can feel the pressure, but it’s odd, because at the same time, I can feel the connection from the clamp to my clit like a live wire.
“Perfect.” This time, his mouth comes down on mine, his teeth biting my lip, drawing my tongue out to play with his. His mouth travels down under my chin, between my breasts, and around my belly, and then I feel him sit away from me as his hands slide under my ass, pulling my panties down then off. His hands come under me again, lifting my ass of the bed.
“Now you can open your eyes.” I do immediately; our eyes lock and his tongue licks right up my center. “Did you know you’re so fucking sweet that I could eat you for hours? I love how wet you are for me.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, my back bows, and the clamps on my nipples shift, making me cry out. I tug my hands against their bindings, trying to get them free, but it’s no use. I’m completely at his mercy.