LOGINNicholas’ POV
She collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and panting. I crawled up her body, kissing my way up her stomach, between her breasts, finally claiming her mouth. She could taste herself on my lips and tongue, and she kissed me back with a lazy, sated passion."A-plus," she whispered against my mouth, a giddy smile on her face."I had a good teacher." I stood up to shed my suit jacket, my shirt, my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and aching. I joined her on the bed, lying beside her, propped up on an elbow, just looking at her. "You're so beautiful, Anna."She reached out and wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly."You're pretty spectacular yourself. Now, are you going to make love to me, or are we just going to talk about it?"I rolled on top of her, settling between her thighs. The head of my cock nudged against her soaked entrance. I looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.ThatNicholas’ POVShe collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and panting. I crawled up her body, kissing my way up her stomach, between her breasts, finally claiming her mouth. She could taste herself on my lips and tongue, and she kissed me back with a lazy, sated passion."A-plus," she whispered against my mouth, a giddy smile on her face."I had a good teacher." I stood up to shed my suit jacket, my shirt, my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and aching. I joined her on the bed, lying beside her, propped up on an elbow, just looking at her. "You're so beautiful, Anna."She reached out and wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly."You're pretty spectacular yourself. Now, are you going to make love to me, or are we just going to talk about it?"I rolled on top of her, settling between her thighs. The head of my cock nudged against her soaked entrance. I looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.That
Nicholas’ POV The memory flooded back-the smell of old books, the anatomical diagrams, my fingers inside her, the promise l'd growled against her skin. Heat returned to my body, a different kind this time. "I said I was going to fuck my stepsister first," I whispered. "Then I was coming for you." She met my gaze, her eyes darkening. "Right. So? Where have you been? I've been waiting." The shift was dizzying. From despair to desire in a heartbeat. "I... I didn't know how. I didn't know what Daisy would think. And you... you're special, Anna. I didn't want to mess it up." She leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't like Daisy's hungry, consuming kisses, or Rebecca's playful, aggressive ones. This was soft, sweet, and devastatingly sincere. Her lips were pillowy, tasting of cherry gloss. She poured comfort and promise into it, and I felt myself melting, my anger dissolving into a deep, yearning warmth. My body,
Nicholas’ POVMy reputation, it seemed, had a life of its own. A thrill shot through me-part pride, part panic. Before I could respond, a roar of applause and wolf-whistles erupted from the base of the grand staircase.There they were. My girls, making an entrance.Rebecca led the way, a vision in blood-red. Her dress was a strapless, corseted thing that pushed her magnificent breasts up into breathtaking, barely-contained peaks.A devil's headband with small horns nestled in her dark curls. She held a plastic pitchfork and blew a kiss to the crowd.Behind her was Daisy, my stepsister, now in her angelic guise. Her green dress was gone, replaced by a sheer, off-white gown layered over a silvery slip. It was somehow both innocent and transparent, the outline of her body clearly visible, her nipples pressing against the fabric. Delicate feathered wings were strapped to her back, and a lopsided foil halo perched in her updo. She looked like a fallen angel, fresh from the plunge.And behi
Nicholas’ POV My control shattered. With a ragged cry, I came, pouring myself into her in hot, endless pulses. My body convulsed with the force of it. At the same moment, her inner muscles clenched around me in a second, powerful orgasm, milking me dry. We clung to each other, shaking, as the waves gradually subsided. I collapsed on top of her, spent. After a few moments of just breathing, I rolled off, fumbling for the key on the nightstand. I unlocked one cuff and fell back, letting her free the other herself. Almost before the second cuff hit the floor, she was moving. She slid down my body and took my softening cock into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean, savoring the mixed taste of us. Then she rose up on her knees, put a hand between her legs, and caught the creamy mixture of our releases as it dripped from her. She brought her dripping fingers to her mouth and licked them clean with a obscene relish, swallowing. She gathered more on her other hand and rubbed it over h
Nicholas’ POVThen I was on her, my mouth and hands claiming what was mine. I worshipped her breasts with a fervor that bordered on violence-sucking her nipples deep into my mouth, licking and biting, squeezing the full weight of them in my palms. I pushed them together and tried to suck both nipples at once, making her gasp and giggle.I took her left breast and pushed it toward her face. "Suck it," I commanded.She obeyed instantly, leaning her head forward to take her own nipple into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she sucked. The sight was devastatingly erotic.I began to kiss down her body-her ribs, the quivering plane of her stomach. I reached the button of her jeans.They had to go. I unbuttoned, unzipped, and tugged them down in one rough motion. She was completely bare, just as Anna had said. Smooth, shaved, beautiful. Her pussy glistened faintly in the the low light.I grabbed the knife from the nightstand again. Her eyes followed the blade as
Nicholas’ POV She smiled, testing the restraint, believing it was the trick pair. I took her phone and placed it on the pillow near her head, still on speaker so Rebecca's voice was a distant buzz. Then I guided her raised right arm up to the ornate brass headboard, threading the chain behind a vertical bar. I pulled her left arm up to meet it. Now, with her believing she was in control, I fastened the second real cuff around her left wrist. The chain snagged tight against the brass. She was well and truly shackled. I quickly swapped the real cuffs in my hand for the fake ones and tossed them onto her nightstand, a decoy. I stood up and began to slowly, deliberately, remove my clothes. My t-shirt. My sweats. My boxers. I dropped the boxers onto her stomach. I picked up the phone. "Rebecca. Hey. It's Nicholas." "Nicholas? Oh, God. I want to thank you so much for Friday and I was wondering if we could…" "Rebecca, Daisy has to







