Chapter 204: Bad Girl (5)
Georgia’s POV
My hands moved on their own, shameless and needy, sliding up until my fingers pressed against the hard outline of his cock straining inside its cage.
"Go on, make a wish—but don’t tell me," I teased, shifting my gaze between him and the flickering candle. "Hurry, the candle’s melting."
He let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "How the hell am I supposed to focus on a wish when you’re already giving me a handjob?" His smirk made my stomach flip.
I froze, realizing, then gasped. My hand flew up to cover my mouth, but the other stayed rooted on his thigh, unwilling to let go. "Oh my god... I didn’t even realize what I was doing."
A sly smile tugged at my lips as I slid my palm back down, stroking him intently this time. "Make a wish, baby... so I can finally show you my gift."
He groaned, tilted his head back slightly, then closed his eyes. For a few seconds, he stayed still, as though he was meditating on what to wish for. Then he leaned forward and blew out the candle.
I quickly set the cake aside on the chair behind me, my pulse hammering in my ears, and placed the gift box on his lap. My breath hitched as I whispered, "Open it."
Nick didn’t hesitate. He tore into the wrapping paper with impatient hands before flipping open the box—his eyes widening at what was inside.
"Cards?" he murmured as he lifted the small red box, brow lifting in curious amusement.
"Yeah. You’ve already got almost everything, so I wanted to be different." I leaned forward, excitement and nerves prickling through me. "Open it."
His expression shifted from curiosity to wicked delight in one slow beat. "Ohhh—you naughty girl!" He rifled through the cards like a man unwrapping a secret.
I chuckled at his reaction. "Pink is women’s foreplay, blue is men’s, and red is positions," I explained as he flipped them.
"I don’t think I need any foreplay anymore. I am already hard as a rock," Nick said, making me chuckle.
Then, the corners of his mouth crooked into that dangerous smile. "Want to try everything tonight?" he asked, voice low, eyes hungry.
I laughed, shaking my head. "Not yet—there’s more inside." I watched him pull aside the cardboard tray and reveal the rest. His breath hitched; his grin spread wide.
"It’s a whole set!" he breathed, scattering the pieces over his lap. "Baby, I had no idea you were into bondage and toys." He pretended to scold me, but his eyes were pure mischief.
"I’m not—well, not until you bought the vibrator and the cuffs, so I figured this is your thing. I thought that you might be hesitating to try other things with me. Consider this me saying—I’m all in. With you. Whatever you want to explore, I’m game."
He went still, the room narrowing to the space between us. Then he set the box aside, cupped my face with both hands, and the softness in his eyes made a crack in my chest.
"You have no idea what that means to me," he whispered. "Hearing you say that—God, it swells up my heart with joy. Best gift ever."
He yanked me closer and crushed his lips on mine. Heat flared through me, and I started to climb onto his lap—but he broke the kiss, his gaze burning with mischief.
"Wait," he murmured, pulling a black leather collar with a chain from the box. "Let me try this on you first."
Before I could protest, he buckled it snugly around my throat.
Then he reached for the spreader bar—thick, gleaming, with straps at both ends and two more dangling in the middle. His voice deepened. "Stand up."
I obeyed without thinking. The lingerie leaving me practically bare.
And that’s when I realized his face was level with my soaked, uncovered core.
His smirk widened. "Fuck... I should buy ten more of this."
My eyes flew wide. Mortified, I scrambled to cover myself. "Nick!"
But he was faster—his hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he leaned in. His lips brushed my folds in a featherlight kiss, and then he inhaled me like I was a good-smelling flower in the garden.
"Stop, Nick!" I gasped, half-thrilled, half-ashamed.
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his eyes dark and hungry. "You smell so goddamn tempting down here..."
My knees wobbled as he strapped one end of the bar to my left ankle, then forced my right leg apart to secure the other. The stretch was obscene, leaving me wide open, exposed in a way that burned hotter than being naked ever had.
"Crouch," he ordered, voice like sin. "And give me your hands."
I obeyed, breath shallow, trembling. He locked the straps around my wrists, binding me tight. My chest heaved as I looked down at myself—collared, spread, restrained. I’d been naked in front of him countless times, but this... this made me feel raw, displayed, utterly at his mercy.
Nick leaned back on the sofa, his elbows resting lazily on the armrests as his gaze raked over me. His lips parted just enough to let out a low groan, the sound vibrating straight through my core.
"Fuck, Georgia..." he drawled, eyes dark with hunger. "Do you even realize what you look like right now? Collared, spread wide, wrists bound... You’re every filthy fantasy I never knew I needed."
Heat shot up my neck, my face burning, but his words only made my pulse race harder. I tried to shift, but the spreader bar kept my legs locked wide open, leaving me trembling in his view.
He tilted his head, lips curving into a sinful smirk. "You’re blushing, love. Are you embarrassed? Or are you secretly loving how exposed you are for me?"
I swallowed, but my body betrayed me. Between my thighs, already damp and shining under the light.
Nick noticed, of course he did. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he let out a husky chuckle. "God... you’re dripping. Just from me looking at you like this."
His eyes lingered between my legs, savoring every twitch, every quiver. "Don’t you dare close those pretty thighs. I want you to stay exactly like this."