24

2.1K 79 5
                                    

"These are nice, but they'll have to go for now." Niccolò found the zipper on the inside thigh of my boot and lowered it, to pull my foot out the shoe. "You haven't answered my question."

He'd asked something absurd; a safe word? I never imagined a day I'd need to use a safe word in bed and I wasn't too keen on the first time being with the most unpredictable man I had in my life. He removed my socks and I pulled my foot away from him, "stop."

Niccolò smirked grabbing my other foot and forcibly pulled it to himself. "See, that won't work because I like the stops and the nos." Eyes of raging seas met mine and I almost forgot to breathe with how the man was looking at me.

"I'm not having sex with you." No matter how tempting it seemed. I knew I couldn't handle something temporary with the man. He was like a drug; a small taste had you hooked, addicted, and no matter how much you knew it was bad for you, you were unable to stop. I was tethering on the edge of becoming an addict and I refused to let it happen.

It was hard though, especially when he climbed over me with the most salacious smirk on his face, "Have you not learned anything shortcake? Foreplay is half the fun." I stiffened when he popped my jeans button open and could only be ashamed of myself when I raised slightly so he could pull the fabric from out under me.

"Fine." He removed my jeans, exposing the lace of my underwear, before grabbing hold of my ankles to pull me further down the bed. His roaming eyes made me want to squeeze my legs shut but he refused and instead slipped fingers behind my knees to push my legs further apart. When he pulled my body down for the final time, I had to look away with closed eyes when I heard the soft moan stuck in my throat. "Shortcake."

The belt dug into my skin slightly as I shifted my arms under myself. "What?" My voice was tight, filled with anticipation because I could feel him. The thin material of my underwear couldn't hide the hardness that was pressed almost perfectly against my core.

His fingers started trailing down the inside of my thighs and I took in his mischievous stare as I tried my hardest to steady my breathing. "Your safe word is Shortcake."

"No."

"It doesn't matter, it's already in your head." His fingers trailed up over the thin material of my underwear before they stopped at my shirt. "I don't like this."

He was pulling at my shirt as if ready to rip open the fabric and I thought of an idea, "then untie me and I can take it off." It was more along the lines of I felt helpless without my hands and the man didn't need to know how much power he really had over me.

He leaned over me, brushing stray hairs away from my face before he brought his lips down to mine, "scared?" He slipped a finger into my mouth, running the digit across my tongue before his mouth followed to take its place. Fuck.

"No." Arching up into him did nothing but put more friction on my barely covered pussy against his slacks.

The cool metal sliding up my skin had me pulling away from him confused. "Good." His reply was followed by a trill rip as the neckline of my shirt sliced open. When I felt the backside of the knife against my skin my eyes shot up to meet Niccolò's.

"You're insane." I was saying that, but my body was trembling with anticipation though I wanted to say it was fear. His only reply was to slide the small silver knife down the length of my shirt to easily tear open the fabric. My heart damn near stopped when he slipped the tool under my bra band, to slice that open as well.

"Now this, is a much prettier sight." It was almost embarrassing how he was looking at me but I couldn't deny that I wanted to know what was next.

Temporary Fix | 18+Where stories live. Discover now