"You look beautiful." Is the first thing he says as she approaches the table. Red dress complimenting her skin under the dim lighting, and bringing out her smile that he adored so, so much. His eyes follow her as she takes a seat in the chair across from him. He leans on the table, clasping his hands together and stares. The two start a conversation about each other's day while dining. Nick listens carefully as she explains her random stories about her co-workers, all while his eyes trace the outline of her lips. "How about you?" She asks him once she's finished. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs. "Nothing much. Same old business antics." He responds, looking down at her legs, then at her heels. They match her dress perfectly and he can't seem to take his eyes off of them. He stares for what seems like forever before flickering his eyes back to her, reaching over to gently touching her hand. "Nick?" She ponders as she stares back at him with a questioning look.
He tilts his head slightly before speaking. "Take them off." He tells her, his tone stern. She sits back her seat, sitting up straight. "Nicholas....here?" She replies, taking a look around the restaurant. He beings to grip her hand tightly, not enough to hurt her, but to send a signal that he was serious. "I said..Take them off, princess."
She inhales deeply and slowly opens her legs under the table. Nick closes his eyes as he hears her heels making small scratches on the floor. Carefully, she reaches down between her thighs and (as discreetly as she could) takes off her red lace panties. As the cool air hits her now unclothed heat, her breath hitches. She quickly balls up the panties and hands them over. His hand open to receive them.
"Good girl." He says, bringing his arm back and slyly tucking the panties into his pocket. "You'll have to wait till later on to take the other things off."
She was on fire. The adrenaline that came from her most vulnerable area being exposed was taking its toll on her. And to add on to that, Nick didn't stop there. Ever so often at the table he would gently caress her hand with his slender fingers and eye her up and down. And now, just as the two entered the elevator, he slowly crept his hand down to her thigh. She snaps her head at him and clenches on to his shirt. He chuckles at her reaction before putting his lips to her ear and whispering softly. "Those heels look amazing on you, baby." He pauses, one hand creeping to her inner thigh while the other is in her hair. She throws her head back while mentally thanking god that there's no one else in the elevator. "N-Nick.....please..." She whimper, holding onto the man's shirt for dear life. He squeezes her thigh, hard, while finishing his statement. "God, I can't wait to fuck you while you wear them."
And with that, the elevator door opens. He lets go of her completely and motions her to walk out first. She obliges and quickly, maybe a little too quickly, walks away towards his car. He follows behind, admiring his view of her as her heels click on the ground. The ride to the hotel room was intensely silent. Mainly due to the fact that her legs shook with anticipation of the activities the future possibly held. Nick spots this and drove with a saitisifed smirk on his lips.
"Dress. Off. Now." He whispers hotly in her ear as he leads her into the bedroom. She automatically listens and takes her clothes off quickly. Reaching down for her shoes, Nick stops her by gripping her hair roughly. "Did you not hear me earlier, darling?" He asks. A soft gasp escapes her lips. She completely freezes as he makes her stand up straight. "I want you to keep the fucking heels on." He says through gritted teeth. She nods slowly before walking over to the bed.
"Face down, ass up." He commands and she shivers knowing what's about to happen. She gets into position and braces herself and he comes between her legs. He traces his fingers down her deep brown skin. Softly tracing the outline of her thighs and stopping right at her ass. "Do you know your safeword, right?" He asks her, for the first time that night, his voice not hard as a rock. She makes the motion to nod but is cut off by a quick slap on her right cheek. She yelped and jerked forward before correcting herself. "Y-yes sir."
"Good girl." He says before rubbing both cheeks, admiring the way they look under the dim lighting. He lifts his right hand up and brings it down to deliever another hard slap. She immediately grabs for the bed sheets before stuttering out. "Thank you." He follows suit with his left hand, leaving her to yell out again. "T-Thank you, s-sir..." She trails off.
This goes on for what feels like a lifetime before he leans over, his chest to her back, and takes kisses the nape of her neck. "Tell me, baby...." He pauses, snaking his hand between her legs. "Does it turn you on, hmm? That I want to fuck you with your heels on?" He gently brushes her clit, making her moan. "Mm it does, doesn't it? You're soaking for me, baby." He says before sitting up and flipping her over. She exhales as she sees him undressing. "You know, when I saw those heels, the first thing I thought of was how much I wanted to fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk in them anymore." He admits as he hovers back over you. Lips inches from yours. His hair touching your forehead. "Please..." She begs, squirming under him as he continues speaking. "I thought about how good they would feel driving into my back as I plowed you into the mattress. The pain just driving me to go faster until you can't think straight." He chuckles deeply, wrapping her legs around his waist. He poistions himself before sliding into her. Burying himself to the hilt. "Fuck." She moans, reaching for his arms. He groans at her tightness, moving at an teasingly slow pace. "Nick, please." She pleads. Rising her hips to get some type of friction, she moans loudly when he abruptly slams them back down.
His right arm going up to her throat and gripping it tightly. "What was that, princess?" He asks, his eyes burning into hers. She grips his wrist. "P-please, sir." He smirks before snapping his hips into hers, earning a loud cry from the woman. He continues his pursuit, mercilessly thrusting into her. The room being filled with her mewls and moans, along with his grunts of effort.
Her eyes roll back as she opens her mouth wide, a scream from deep in her body emerging to surface. He groans as she begins to clench around him. He put his forehead to hers and pecks her lips. "You look so beautiful like this." He says, letting go of her neck and gripping her chin. "Falling apart right under me. Open your eyes, baby." He tells her. She tries to obey, but with the way he's pounding into her, she fails miserably. "Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes." He repeats, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Her eyes shot open and the only word she could coherently yell out was please, please, please.
"Look at me while you cum." He granted, holding her tightly as she begin to shake. "Yes yes yes." She chanted as her orgasm took over. Nick groans loudly as his thrust get erratic, his orgasm taking over as well. "Oh fuck, baby." He moans as he cums.
He pulls out of her and falls beside her nearly limp body. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. "Are you alright?" He asks her. She nods. "Y-Yeah..." She breathes out. He laughs at her weak state. She looks down at her heels. "Shit..." She starts, lifting her heels into the air slightly.
"I should definitely wear these more often."
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