Nora didn’t tell Nico she’d learned this game from Søren. Except with him, it was a glass of red wine set by her hip on the kitchen table at the Sacred Heart rectory instead of a candy Kiss on the throat. And she certainly didn’t tell him the punishment for breaking one of Søren’s wine glasses was far harsher than going a night without an orgasm. Nico liked Søren and respected him, but his regard for Nora’s master might be tested if he knew the full extent of Søren’s sadism. It was the reason they instituted their “separation of church and state” rule. Nico and Søren weren’t in the same room very often, but when they were, she preferred they didn’t fight. Nico was very strong, and much younger than Søren…but if he ever took a swing at her priest, Nico would end up in the emergency room. For someone who claimed to be a pacifist, Søren had a right uppercut that could put a man on his back for a week—something that Kingsley had once learned the hard way. The only bruises she wanted to see on Nico were the ones her flogger left on his back and her teeth left on his hips. Broken ribs and ruptured livers? Nobody wanted that.

What Nora did want, however, was Nico inside of her. But what was the fun in rushing? She’d already taken her panties off, so she slid down his lovely long body and straddled his hips. Nico winced in pleasure as she pressed herself against his cock. She rocked her hips slightly and grew wetter and warmer with each tight undulation. His cock stiffened even more under her and she felt it pushing upward, trying to find a way into her. She rocked back and forth, back and forth, bathing Nico in warm wetness. She watched his face, his eyelids fluttering in his arousal. He was likely already dying to come. Of his own volition—she certainly never gave the order—Nico never masturbated for the three days before she visited him or he her. He wasn’t a classic masochist. He enjoyed the intimate attention of a flogging but didn’t crave pain. But he did have a deep-seated propensity for self-denial. Her own priestly lover wasn’t nearly as monkish as Nico could be at times. Another one of his little quirks. She wrote them all down in her mind inside a book she called My Nico’s Beautiful Secrets. She kept a book for Søren, though his had a different title: Søren’s Dark Fantasies.

Nico’s book didn’t have a lock on it.

Søren’s did.

“Does it feel good?” she asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him speak.

“Yes,” he said. “Too good. If I come too soon what will you do to me?”

“The cruelest, most sadistic thing I can think of,” she said. “I won’t let you have any candy this entire trip. Not. One. Piece.”

He feigned a look of horror, his eyes wide, his mouth open.

Nora didn’t know whether to laugh or kiss him. She went with both. After a good hard laugh, she dipped her head and kissed him, but carefully, so as not to send their other Kiss tumbling to the bed.

“Now that’s good,” he said.

“What is?”

“Hearing you laugh. Seeing you smile.”

“You missed me?” she asked, smiling down at him.

“Every day. Every night.”

“You miss this?” She arched her back so the tip of Nico’s cock would slide into her. His breath hitched in his throat again.

“Every night,” he said.

“Not every day?”

“If I thought about your pussy during the day, I’d never get any work done.”

“No more wine?”

“No more wine.”

“Ah, for the best then. It’s night here in Salem. You can think about my pussy all you want now. It’s certainly thinking about you.”

Nora proved her point by sliding all the way down the shaft, taking it deep inside of her. Nico’s head fell back on the pillow and he bared his beautiful neck to her. The Kiss stayed in place in the hollow of his throat. Not that she was paying much attention to it anymore. Nico inside her was better than candy.

Nora sat up on his hips and moaned softly as Nico’s cock shifted inside her, brushing against her cervix. It wasn’t particularly physically pleasurable, but simply knowing he was deep in her, as deep as he could be, aroused her to distraction. Her eyes fluttered as she moved her hips in a slow oval, letting the base of his cock graze her clitoris again and again.

Strapped down to the bed as he was, Nico couldn’t do much, especially not with the balancing act she’d forced on him. But nothing could stop him from tilting his hips as she moved on him, fucking her from underneath. He was a sight for sore eyes, that beautiful warm brown skin of his, his taut stomach and his lovely ribcage, his toned arms over his head and tied to the bed, his lips slightly parted and his chest rising and falling with his every little hungry breath...and every inch of him hers, all hers.

Although since he was French, she supposed it ought to be every centimeter of him…

“I’m torn,” she said.

“I’m not that big,” Nico said.

Nora looked down at him through narrowed eyes and shook her head. “I’m torn between riding your cock so hard I come in the next two minutes,” she said, “or going very slow on you so you don’t lose this little game.”

“If you come,” he said, “I win even if I lose.”

“Then you say something like that and I want to play nice. I hate playing nice.” She pouted at him. He shrugged as well as a man tied spread-eagle to a four-poster bed could shrug.

“You still have your nightgown on,” Nico said. “You can’t get much crueler than that. Then again, my cock’s inside you. If this is mean, I’d love to see vicious.”

“I’ll show you vicious,” she said, glaring at him. She clenched her vaginal muscles as tight as she could around his cock. She did it entirely without warning, and Nico’s back arched off the bed and he made a sound so sexy she wished she’d been recording him.

“Vicious.” He sighed in bliss.

Enough playing. If she didn’t come in the next five minutes, she refused to be held responsible for her actions. She bent low and braced herself on her forearms and rested her stomach on Nico’s. She kissed his chest, his nipples, and his stomach as she moved on him.

She was close to coming, very close. Nico brought out the dominant in her like no man ever had. It made her wild to have a boy so beautiful under her, beneath her in nearly every sense of the word. He’d follow any order she gave him. He’d serve her until his dying breath if she demanded it. He’d deny himself food and water and air at her command if that was her whim. The responsibility of ownership was enormous, the pleasures endless. If Søren felt for her a fraction of what she felt for Nico, she was a well-loved woman indeed.

Nora’s heart beat hard against her lungs. The room was a sauna. She sat up again and slipped her hand under the lace-edge of her gown and pressed her fingers into her swollen clitoris. She saw Nico watching as she stroked herself in time with each thrust of her hips against him. Arousal rolled like a wave through her. Nico pumped his cock up and into her. She stroked and rocked, rocked and stroked. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as she pushed, pushed, pushed against the hardness that filled her and filled her and filled her.

In the distance, she heard Nico make a sound, a soft sort of desperate grunt. Who knew why, but that’s what did it for her, that small hungry groan of his.

She forgot about the Kiss, forgot about the game, forgot about anything and everything but the need to come.

She dropped her chin to her chest. Her hair fell in her face. Her entire being was centered on the aching core of her where Nico lived right now. She dug her fingernails into the tender skin of his stomach and came with a hoarse cry. Her vagina pulsed around him, tight contractions that radiated from her clitoris to her hips, up her back and down her thighs.

When the last flutter faded, Nora opened her eyes and blinked.

“I needed that.”

“I guess you did,” he said.

“Did you come?” she asked.

“No. But it hurt not to.”

Nora laughed, a happy drunken sound even to her own ears. “You didn’t drop the Kiss,” she said. She picked it up by the little paper flag and shook it as if it were a tiny silver bell.

“Does that mean I can come? Please?”

“I guess it does,” she said, casually—and very slowly—unwrapping the chocolate. “I mean, fair is fair.”

“Now?” he asked.

She waved her hand “Give me a minute. I’m hungry.”

“I’m inside you.”

“I can eat with a cock inside me. It’s called multi-tasking.”

She popped the candy in her mouth and moaned dramatically as if it were the finest gourmet chocolate in the world, and not the sort of Halloween candy one bought at the drugstore on the corner for three bucks a bag.

“Nora?” Nico said softly.

“Hmm?” She pretended to just notice he was still there.

“Please?”

She heaved a sigh. “Fine. Would you like me to untie you?”

“S’il vous plait, madame.”

Nora bent forward and accidentally on purpose brushed her breasts against his face as she loosened the knot on the cord that bound his cuffs to the bedposts.

She slid off him entirely to untie his ankles. As soon as he was free of the ropes he stretched like a cat and then, quick as a cat, he rolled over and onto his hands and knees.

“Where would you like me?” Nora asked him. “On my back?”

“Right as you are,” he said.

She too was on her hands and knees, by the last bedpost that still sported a length of black rope hanging off of it. Nico mounted her from behind and entered her with a rough thrust. Wet and open as she was, it didn’t hurt and she certainly didn’t begrudge it. He must have been dying to come by now.

There was a mirror on top of the bedroom’s dresser, where she could watch him as he fucked her. And he was lovely to watch. He rose up on his knees and she stared into the mirror at the sight of his cock, so thick and hard and wet, slipping in and out of her body. He was watching, too, but not in the mirror. He was looking down, at where they were joined. His hands held her by the hips and Nora let him move her as he pleased.

And he pleased to move her hard against him. Nico could make love more tenderly than almost any man she’d ever been with in her life...but that’s not was this was. He fucked her, that rough rutting sort of fucking that long-distance lovers knew all too well. There was an edge of anger to it, since it couldn’t be like this all the time. But a touch of bliss as well, because at least it was like this now.

The room was silent but for his ragged breathing and the sound of his thick cock pounding into her wet hole. His every muscle was taut. She saw the veins in his hands and forearms popping. His need was beautiful and aroused her all over again. She rocked back against him as hard as he slammed into her.

It was primal.

It was painful.

It was perfect.

Nora came when he came, not as hard as her first orgasm, but sweeter as Nico filled her with his semen, so much of it that a few drops fell out of her between his last thrusts and landed on the antique Amish bedspread.

Oops.

She knew she’d forgotten something.