Heat (BWWM) 1/3 (Prequel to Hostiles & Havoc)

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 Nadia hadn't meant to grab the impressive hard length of him, but something, curiosity, lust,  alcohol, Nicki, the spot of pride she felt knowing she'd done this to him, that the roles had changed now and she could be the one to humiliate him, had led her hand to trace the full length of it while she looked him right in the eye.  His wolfish gaze strained against the certainty of her dark playful one, his jaw tighter than his breathing. From her exploration of it and the soft curse that left his mouth she could tell she'd been right about the roles having changed. If he could irritate and humiliate her before, it was now her turn to humble him. She bites softly on her lower lip as her hand palms the stiff stretch of his length. 

"Oh my... is that another stolen bottle Giovanni?" She wonders cheekily up at him, his hips moving to press himself more firmly against her palm

She'd decided it was a fitting name for him. She didn't need to know his real name anyway, not for her purposes tonight, not if this was going to go exactly how she hoped it would. He's about to say something back when she grips the length through the velvet of his dress pants, his ravenous eyes closing and his head tilting all the way back as another sexy groan escapes his beautiful tight jaws. She takes the opportunity to pull the zip of his dress pants down and push her curious hand into them, reducing the distance to just his boxers now. 

"Or are you just happy to see me?" She wonders, rethinking his humiliation, her original plans for tonight, the possibility of spending a few minutes with this gorgeous penis inside her before returning to her life 

What would Nicki do?

She'd reached the girthy tip of it, her hand now moving in sensual motion around it. His hand had moved to the back of her neck, as if to hold on to something, anything, and it had pushed her to the tips of her toes as she placed a little playful kiss on his graceful exposed neck, feeling his pulse, his breathing, his struggle as she pushed him towards something greater than his stubbornness. His skin was warm, heated under her kiss and his cologne mixed in with his warm skin was luscious enough that she placed another kiss and then another, his entire body moving to cage her more firmly between him and the elevator wall. He curses again, this time not as softly, when she nibbles gently on his neck and then kisses the pain away, her hand now settled to a dangerous rhythm in his pants. The fact that she was in heels yet standing on the tips of her toes to reach his neck was straining but all the more worth it. His hand landed on her breast in a possessive grip, shocking her into tightening her grip on his dick.

He was wound up so tightly from whatever he did when he wasn't kicking his own clientelle out of the penthouse suite they'd booked, the perfect muscles of his body and the way he had her caged to the wall, his body desperate for the relief was such a power trip for Nadia. And since she remembered that he'd humiliated and kicked her out of the penthouse, she releases his dick, just when he is most desperate for the opposite. His hips move desperately in search of her hand but she lifts it in mock surrender, glaring up at him in a hard won victory. 

Who was humiliated now...who was about to beg her for relief or suffer with blue balls all the way back to his wretched penthouse suite? When his gaze meets hers, registers the smirk on her face, realizes what she had done to him, the futility of his desperation and the way his orgasm, which had been so close, was now receding, the potent gold striations of his green eyes flash angrily. 

"Turns out it isn't a bottle after all." Nadia sighs in a sultry cheeky whisper

"Louloudi mou...this is a dangerous game you're playing with me." He warns her in a voice so soft yet heavily dangerous she's slightly taken aback by it (my flower)

She holds back a drunken "You started it", their glaring broken by the sound of the elevator door chiming open, the floor of her suite being announced by the automaton. He spins around as if to glare at the intrusion, and because her body was so wrecked with desire, she considers but doesn't move to leave the elevator. He's not taking any chances though as his hand grips her neck, a devilish look in his eyes as he brings his gaze back to her. He leans in, his hand on her neck propping her face up at the perfect angle to meet his. 

"You know... you have such a lovely mouth." He whispers huskily in the shortening space between their lips, his gaze lusty and dark on her full lips

Nadia couldn't think of anything to say back, her body was so ravenously eager to yield to his demand she couldn't think of a single smart thing to say. He had plans to reign havoc on her body as soon as he could and she saw this clearly now. Wasn't that what she had wanted tonight? Dangerous reckless abandon?

"If you're a good little flower..." He whispers against her lips, the very sound of his deep luscious voice sending a shiver up her spine, causing her back to straighten

Be good! Be a good little flower! 

Her body screams at her, his pressing his erection into her tummy firmly

She shuts her eyes, hoping to catch her breath, hoping to understand what was going on, hoping to gather herself. He chuckles softly at that, rubbing his thumb against her chin and then finally, now that she was desperate for it too, pressing his lips against hers. All it takes is one swipe of his lips to break her apart, as if to beg him to sooth the inferno growing at the pit of her stomach. His chuckle deepens at that, the feel so intensely pleasing her thighs twitch close together. A chuckle had never affected her before... How could a voice caress her in that way? Her body was raging with desires she couldn't comprehend, and though she knew she had completely lost any kind of control she might have had, she also knew with certainty that the night was full of  orgasmic promise.

"I'm going to break you, little flower." He vows, his voice felt like a gloved hand on her taut nipple and she couldn't explain how and then just as suddenly his heady presence is ripped from her.

It had to be the most cruel separation from anything she'd ever experienced, he had plans to do more than humiliate her... she now realizes that her fate was perhaps much worse; he was out to torture her in whichever way he could. She tries to catch her breath as the automaton announces they were now at the penthouse, and she watches with unbridled excitement as he turns the key in and the elevator door opens to the penthouse landing. 

He steps in, relieving himself of his shirt and then turning around so he can relieve himself of his trousers and boxers while she watched. 

"you wanted to play louloudi mou... let's play..." He darkly offers

Nadia was barely focusing on his words for the way the shape of him in the red lighting of the landing consumed her thoughts. She wanted him against her, all over her. She wanted to see him wrapped around her legs, hinged deep inside her where she was wet and swollen from the desire.

"You wanted the penthouse? Earn it. Come here." He orders and Nadia was never one to argue with a wonderful bargain