The Writers' Circle

CHAPTER 6

Niklas felt the tremor in her fingers when she took the cuffs from his outstretched hand. He sensed her uncertainty even in the light of his total surrender.
"Be gentle with me Piper," he murmured, only half joking.
He raised his arms in front of him and watched as Piper purposefully snapped each cuff around his wrists. She locked eyes with him and the trust in her gaze made him want to shout in exhilaration. Earning her trust had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done in the personal arena of his life.
The length of chain between the cuffs and their design to attach at this midpoint to the bed earned Niklas' appreciation when he realized they were made this way to prevent any cutting into the individual's wrists. It would have a definite impact on his cold calculating business demeanor to stroll into a meeting with obvious "bracelet" marks around his wrists, he thought with a half smile.
As he ambled over to the bed, he felt Piper's eyes devouring him, teasing his skin with her clever tongue. He lay down in the center of the bed and raised his arms over his head showing her his total obedience. Fire swept through his body at the heat pouring from her gaze and he demanded silently she fulfill the sensation of her hot tongue on his body, but on the part of him that was rigid and pleading without shame for her touch.
The image was intoxicating and branded itself on his brain. The only sound in the room was the click of metal as Piper attached the shackle to the bed. Niklas pulled at the cuffs to test them, his hips thrusting into the air when he found he couldn't escape.
Piper's fingers teased their way down his belly and his muscles quivered in response to her featherlike touch. She slid her finger inside her mouth and rubbed it over and over on her tongue before using the slickness to kiss the tip of his cock with her fingertip. His shameless cock surged and licked her finger like an excited puppy- which included the wetness from its uncontrollable eagerness.
A prickle of apprehension strode with confidence into his mind, but was forgotten when
her fingers began to paint little circles around under the edge of his crown. Piper raised her finger to her mouth and Niklas growled in deep appreciation as her tongue darted out to lick the remainder of his release from her finger.
"So creamy-so delicious."
How many condoms do we have?" she asked him huskily.
The tension in his body racketed even higher. "Not enough," he bit out rawly.
Piper glanced at the box of condoms he'd set on the bedside table. Full. Her lips formed a big O.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pulled it sharply downward. And released. His back arched off the bed.
"Jesus Christ."
Trying not to pant, Niklas watched her through heavy lids as she unbuttoned her shirt and revealed a black bra that made the term low cut sound somehow conservative. Her nipples peeked along its lacy edge and he burned to suckle her, to make her beg.
"Are your bras always cut that low on your breasts?" he asked in between pants.
Blood rushed into her cheeks and she sent him an inviting smile.
"No, of course not-it's you," Piper said softly. "My breasts are swollen with need for you to suck."
"Stop right there or this is going to end badly-with you frustrated as hell."
He wasn't kidding.
Piper shimmied out of her shorts and stood there in her black bra and thong. She heard Niklas' sharp intake of breathe and his eyes closed. She also heard the words he whispered softly that were meant for him alone.
"Deus-let me be the man she needs."
Niklas stared and swallowed convulsively as Piper freed her swollen breasts. When she took the firm globes in her own hands and began to massage them.
"No. Let me taste your breasts." He met and held her eyes. "Please Piper."
She straddled him and her breasts hung invitingly close to his mouth and he lifted his head to suckle a nipple. She wasn't close enough. Niklas was honest to God afraid he was going to droll. He'd wanted her for what now felt like forever to his body. And his mind, he finally acknowledged.
The tang of sweet honeysuckle flowed over his skin and he shivered as a fine sweat broke out on his chest. His body had tied this scent to this woman, and it evoked a raw need for her that blew past all his self-protective instincts.
"Closer baby-bring my food closer." Don't make me beg.
Piper leaned forward and Niklas suckled first one engorged pink nipple and then the other. When he bit down playfully, she moaned and rocked back and forth on his belly. He felt the slickness from her arousal and the musky from her core swayed through his nostrils. He tore his mouth from her enticing breasts and began a game of soccer in his head.
Not being able to touch her had him strung out tight. Because he liked being cuffed.
"Damn Piper," he said roughly. "Your nipples are so long and eager; they're begging for my mouth again. Let me run my teeth along their ridges to pull your flavor deep inside me." Give me something to keep me sane and this side of human, he pleaded silently.
"It's so erotic when you talk like that," Piper whispered.
Niklas jerked on the cuffs. "I'm burning for you baby," he rasped.
"Soon Niklas," Piper promised.
She pulled her thong to the side and ran her finger slowly along her lips, dipping inside once before leaning over him. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
"Open," she purred. "I have a taste of honey for you."
She slid her finger across his tongue and Niklas wrapped his lips firmly around it and sucked. Her slickness tried to soothe him as if it knew that at that moment the key to his sanity lied in her sweet taste.
But he needed more. A lot more.
Niklas jerked on the cuffs and the agitated pacing of the animal inside him snarled hungrily. He battled his driven body as it lunged at the bars of common decency. The cage that kept it from joining the feral animals living in the wild. The alpha males that just took from their mates what they wanted. What they needed.
This was her game, Niklas reminded himself fiercely. He lifted his head and latched on to a nipple eager for his mouth.
His cock bumped steadily on her ass as she rocked on his belly. Rocked in sync with the rhythm he was beating on her cheeks.he froze and held his breath.
Piper opened her eyes to see Niklas' blown pupils staring unblinkingly back at her.
"Don't you dare come on my ass Niklas."
Piper reached behind her and wrapped her hand as far as she could around his shaft. He grunted and bit his lower lip until it bled as he fought his spiraling urge to come.
She licked the blood from his chin, then his lip. When she touched his lip with her tongue, Niklas swiftly sucked her tongue into his mouth. He felt her lips pulse erratically on his belly and her breath hitched. She jerked up off his belly, but her hot sweet juice hit his chest as she stood on her knees and whimpered.
He held every muscle in his body rigid, but he couldn't completely control the one he most needed too. The live picture she had painted was to vivid.
.Piper felt the warmth on her shoulder. "Thanks for the lotion," she murmured huskily, and reached around her hand to rub his cream into her skin. "I've always heard cum is good for your complexion," she murmured.
"Fuck me," Niklas demanded thickly.
Piper didn't speak nor did she move to cover him. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined his mind and body reacting so erotically to being dominated.
He now understood the pull, the power, of addictions. The excitement, the euphoria..and the obsession to have that one need met.
Piper climbed off his chest and took him in her mouth. He tried to yell for her to stop, but all that emerged was a croak. She stroked him and slid her tongue around the ridge under his head.
A big rigid knot formed at the base of his cock and Piper pulled her mouth off of him.
"No.You can't stop," he yelled in a deep guttural voice.
Niklas yanked viciously on the cuffs. His body screamed its desperation into the silence; silence broken only by his frenzied panting. Sweat poured down his face and he shook his head trying clear the wetness from his eyes. He pulsed but the urgent pressure remained. Her hand had seen to that.

Piper listened to his furious panting, his chest rising and falling like someone who had just woken from their worst nightmare. Perspiration ran in rivets down his flushed face and chest. He needed to cool off or he would blow like a hot volcano when she slid his full length inside her. He needed a distraction and she needed.
.oral sex. All the men she'd slept with had liked to get it, but not return the pleasure. Or fumbled in their feeble attempts. "Will you lick me Niklas?" she asked huskily.
Niklas swallowed convulsively.
"Come sit on my face, Piper. Let me explore inside you with my tongue. Pour me a glass of sweet wine."
A smile slid across his face, crinkling his eyes at the corners and lighting a devilish candle inside. The tip of his tongue peeked through his lips and moved side to side.
Pier felt like she needed a wine glass-her juice was sliding down the inside of her upper thighs with a flaunting disregard for decorum. She straddled his face and grasped the headboard. When she lowered her swollen lips to his and his tongue slide inside her, she gasped with pure joy.
A man who took satisfaction in giving pleasure-and knew beyond a doubt what to do with his tongue.
Piper writhed on his face as his tongue teased her without mercy, slipping inside to taste her and then darting back out so he could draw her lips gently into his mouth and suck on them. Suck before he lightly chewed on them.
Piper tried to hold back and rose up off his face. But when she lowered herself back down, his clever tongue demanded her surrender. He slid his tongue sensuously across her clit over and over again. Wave after wave of undulating pleasure flowed out of her core like the ripples of water on a pond when the surface is unexpectedly broken. She sobbed at the intensity of her pleasure.
When she slid back and onto Niklas' stomach, his skin was slick and her hands slide off his shoulders. She landed with her breasts pressed tightly against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and tried to quell her crying, but she couldn't stop.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked anxiously. "You tasted so delicious. Was I too rough?"
Piper rose up and grinned. "I'm fine-never been better. Where did you learn to.?" Piper paused, searching for the right words. Niklas laughed softly under his breathe and shot her a look the devil would be proud of. Lethal.
"Cannot finish the sentence? Where did I learn to eat, suck and fuck pussy with my mouth? And my tongue?"
"Ah, yeah," she murmured self-consciously. He was so blunt. But she found it so sexy.
His eyes dropped and he stared at what Piper knew were heavily engorged breasts. He tried to pull his head up and lick one, but he couldn't reach. He groaned and gazed at her with heavy lids. When he spoke, Piper felt his foreign accent like the hand of a lover. "When I was a boy of seventeen, we had a woman come to work for the summer as my brother and sister's nanny. She was in her thirties-very beautiful. She took great pains to teach me the correct way to please a woman."
"You definitely pleased me Niklas."
He closed his eyes and rubbed her calf sensuously with his foot. "I want inside you Piper. Bad."
Piper ran her finger whisper soft over his pulsing mushroom head as she moved down his body so she could take him inside her.
"My sanity, my control."
His accent overrode the harshness of his words. Piper stared at the intensity overtaking his face and watched as his eyes changed to a possessive untamed look. Sweat rolled off his body and soaked the sheets around him and she massaged his taut chest muscles instinctively. His heart was pounding like a sledgehammer under her fingers. She looked down at his dripping erection-he was so big. But it was so clear how urgent his need was for her to own him inside her body. She wrapped her hand around him and his skin was burning hot under her fingers. Fitting him to her slit, Piper rubbed his head in her slickness.
And found herself flat on her back. She gasped as she tried to pull air into her stunned lungs. She felt disoriented, not sure what had happened. Until she realized that Niklas was leaning over her and that he had her pinned to the bed with his muscular thighs. He was panting heavily and his arms were stretched taut as wires over her head as he fought against being restrained. The cuffs slashed unforgivingly into his wrists and his blood dripped on the pillow next to her head.
He pushed her thighs further open with his knee and positioned to take her to her in a single thrust. His eyes had a glazed, unfocused look when they finally met hers. Piper pushed at his chest with her hands and he didn't budge, but he didn't thrust either. Her chest hurt from the thundering of her heart.
"Please Niklas," she begged. "Not like this."
A chill slithered down her spine when he continued to simply stare at her. As the seconds ticked by, Piper began to shake. The eyes staring into hers were so blank.no recognition whatsoever. His hands hung threatening over her head, still chained to each other and to the bed. His blood dripped on her forehead. On the scar Blaine had given her.
The flashback slammed into her mind with horrific cruelty. She couldn't move. She couldn't escape. She had no control over his use of her her body. Piper's head exploded like a steel drum. She couldn't get enough air, but she frantically fought the light headedness that was starting to consume her. She closed her eyes for a moment, to try to quell the panic overtaking her. When she opened them again, Niklas was still staring at her sightlessly. Niklas..not Blaine.
Niklas wouldn't hurt her.
Piper felt the warmth of Niklas' breath on her face. The smell of fresh mint assailed her senses and she pulled it tighter to her as she tried to embrace this signature-this scent- that she associated with him alone.
She forced her mind to think and not just react to the emotions slamming over her like rogue waves in an otherwise calm sea. She fought off the paralyzing fear that wanted to grab and shake her, then toss her aside and leave her stunned and broken.
This was Niklas. Not Blaine.
Niklas rubbed his head against her slick swollen lips and her body responded by sending erotic waves of pleasure surging through her lips, rippling over his head. Even now her traitorous body wanted him.
A shiver traveled over Niklas' body and his back arched like a taut bow. Piper forced herself to relax and when he flexed his hips and thrust a cry of unexpected pleasure was jerked her from grateful body.
He was made of hard hot stone and she stretched forgivingly to accommodate him. Her muscles quivered convulsively around him, begging him to stay, but he jerked out with a growl that reverberated off the walls of the bedroom.
Piper dug her nails into his back and his shoulder muscles bunched under her fingers. He flexed and thrust inside her a second time, his balls bouncing and sliding over her wet lips with a depth of need that had her wrapping her legs around his hips with a tenacious grip.
"Don't stop Niklas. God-don't stop."
It must have been the desperate sexual need in her voice. He looked at her with recognition and shock when he realized what he was doing. But he didn't slow. His thrusts took on a driving urgency and within seconds he was pumping his hips against hers with quick short strokes.
His whole body shuddered. "Oh God Piper."
He sounded like he was in pain and the abject misery on his face told her he was. She recognized his emotional pain even as she felt the warmth of the ejaculation he could no more have not stopped spending inside her than a primed stallion mounted on a mare in heat.
She opened her eyes and glanced sideways at the box of condoms sitting on the bedside table. Unopened in their shiny box.