MasukNANCY'S POVI smiled and licked him again, slower this time, letting my tongue drag from the base up to the tip. Then I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked gently, tasting more of him. My hand kept stroking the lower part of his shaft in the same steady rhythm.Zade’s head fell back against the pillows. His arms pulled lightly against the cuffs, the fur soft against his wrists. “Nancy… fuck. You’re killing me. Your mouth feels so warm. So good. Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.”I took him a little deeper, letting my tongue press against the underside of his cock while I sucked. My hand stroked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. Every time I moved, he made another low sound that went straight between my legs. I could feel how wet I was getting just from doing this to him, from having him cuffed and at my mercy.I pulled off for a second, letting my hand keep stroking him. A thin string of spit and pre-cum connected my lips to his cock. I looked up at him through my lashes.“Do
NANCY'S POVI bit my lip, smiling despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach. I moved closer on the bed until I was kneeling right beside his chest. The mattress dipped under my weight and the soft sheets brushed against my bare thighs.“Give me your hands,” I said quietly.He lifted both wrists without hesitation and held them out to me, palms up. His skin was warm. I took one cuff and wrapped it carefully around his left wrist. The fur lining felt soft against him as I clicked it shut. I did the same with the other wrist, checking twice to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then I guided his arms up and over his head, hooking the chain between the cuffs onto one of the wooden slats in the headboard. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but it held him there. He couldn’t pull free easily.Zade tested the cuffs once, pulling lightly against the headboard. They held. He looked up at me with that same dark, heated gaze, but there was something new in it too. A softness. Like he was giving me
NANCY'S POVHe took the items from me gently and carried them toward the front counter without another word, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I followed him, my heart racing, already imagining what it would feel like later when we got back to the villa. When it was just the two of us again, and he could tease me with these things for real.The woman at the register smiled at us as she rang everything up. She didn’t say anything about the items, just asked if we needed a bag. Zade paid like it was nothing, his hand resting on the small of my back the whole time.As we walked out of the store a few minutes later, the bag swinging lightly from his hand, he glanced down at me with that same amused, heated look.“So,” he said casually, “when are we trying these out? Tonight? Or are you going to make me wait?”I looked up at him, my smile matching his. “Maybe tonight. If you’re good.”He laughed, low and rich, and squeezed my hand. “Oh, baby. I’m always good. You’ll see.”Aft
NANCY'S POVThe bell above the door chimed softly as we entered. The shop was small but nicely lit, with soft warm lighting and dark walls that made everything feel private. It smelled faintly of vanilla and something clean, like new fabric. Shelves lined the walls with lingerie in every color—lace bras, silky robes, tiny panties that looked like they would barely cover anything. There was a whole section for toys: vibrators in different shapes and sizes, some sleek and modern, others more discreet. Handcuffs hung on a display, some soft and padded, others metal and serious-looking. There were butt plugs in neat rows, bottles of lube, blindfolds, and other things I didn’t even have names for yet. It was a sex shop, plain and simple, but it didn’t feel seedy. It felt… exciting. Like a secret place just for adults who wanted to play.My eyes went wide. I felt like a kid who had just walked into the biggest candy store in the world. Everything looked interesting. Everything looked like i
NANCY'S POV"That's my good girl." He kissed the side of my neck again, then nipped gently at the skin, just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue. "Now hold on to that mirror and let me take care of you. Don't let go."His fingers moved with purpose now, sliding through my wetness, teasing my entrance before circling my clit again in steady, knowing strokes. The risk of it—the people just outside, the thin curtain, the way I had to bite my lip hard to keep from moaning—only made everything sharper, more intense. I could feel how hard he was, thick and insistent, pressed against my back through his clothes. The steady rhythm of his breathing against my neck as he worked me closer and closer, like he had all the time in the world."Look at yourself in the mirror," he murmured, voice low and rough right against my ear. "Look how pretty you are when you're trying not to make noise for me. Your cheeks are all flushed. Your lips are parted. You're breathing so fast. You're so
NANCY'S POVI reached back and tried to pull it up, twisting my arm at an awkward angle. It caught on the fabric and stuck fast. I tried again, wiggling it gently, then a little harder. It didn't move.I sighed. "Zade?""Yeah?" His voice came from just outside the curtain, low and close."The zipper's stuck. Can you—would you mind?"A short pause. "Sure."The curtain shifted and he stepped inside.The dressing room was small to begin with. With Zade in it, it felt tiny. He took up space in a way that went beyond just his body. The warmth coming off him. The contained energy. The scent of him—sea salt and sunshine from the boat ride, and underneath it something warmer and uniquely him that always made my stomach flip.The small space suddenly felt charged, like the air had gotten thicker.I turned my back to him, presenting the stuck zipper."Just there," I said, reaching back to point. "It caught on the fabric."His hands came to the zipper. I felt him work it carefully, fingers preci







