Dipped In Holly(Nick and Holly #1)(7)

He kisses me again while his hands explore my body, running down my back and squeezing my ass. He is so solid and warm against me, I feel far safer than I have with anyone in my past. Which I do realize is slightly crazy seeing as he’s a complete stranger, but there’s something in the way he carries himself, and the way he treats me, that makes me feel like I can be myself with him.

“Stay here,” he says, breaking the kiss and giving one of my nipples a playful pinch before he leaves me standing next to his bed.

I look around his room, taking in the surprisingly stylish decor. It’s warm and feels like a home instead of the bachelor pad I thought he would have. The walls are painted black, and he has a wooden headboard and a perfectly made bed with plenty of pillows. I wonder if they smell like him, and I’m tempted to lie down and curl up.

But I can hear him making noise outside in the living room area, so I stay perfectly still until I hear his footsteps approaching again. When he comes into view, he’s holding a long string of Christmas lights, smirking as he watches me try to figure out what his plan is. I’m not sure how this is going to work into my punishment.

“You’re cute when you’re confused,” he says, finally making his way over to me. I roll my eyes at him, and he just lets out one of those deep chuckles that make my knees weak.

“Are you going to make me decorate your apartment as punishment?” I ask him.

“As much as I would like to see you walking around my place naked doing domestic things, I had something else in mind, baby girl. Lie down on the bed, facedown.”

I do as he says, making sure to make a show of crawling onto his bed with my ass swaying in the air. He breathes out, and I hear a little groan escape him before I settle into position.

“Arms behind your back,” he commands.

I do as he says and turn my head to watch him as he plugs the multicolored lights into the outlet next to the bed. He stretches them out, and the bed dips under his weight as he climbs behind me.

He grabs a couple of pillows and lifts my hips, placing them underneath me so that he has a better view or better access—either one I’m okay with as long as he touches me soon. I’m starting to crave his warm and calloused hands on my skin.

He begins to tie me up with the lights, looping and twisting them around my arms until he reaches my wrists. The rest of the lights continue on over and under my hips before they go down my right leg and he ties them off.

Nick kneels behind me, groping and squeezing my ass, using his thumbs to spread me apart for him. That little stretch makes my pussy pulse with need. He blows cool air across my heated flesh, and I shove my face into the covers and moan. When I inhale, I breathe in his scent, and it turns me on even more.

I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I’ve never had a one-night stand or let anyone, especially a stranger, tie me up in bed. I’ve never called anyone Daddy, and I definitely haven’t ever orgasmed as hard as I did downstairs on his bar. It’s reckless, and yet everything about him turns me into a puddle at his feet.

“I’m going to spank you five times,” he tells me, and I can feel my body tremble. I’ve had fantasies like this—what girl hasn’t? But being faced with it in the moment? It sends a terrifying mixture of excitement and need through my entire body.

“Okay, Daddy,” I breathe. Fuck, why do I like calling him that so much?

“I want you to count for me, okay, baby girl?”

His hands lightly skim over the flesh he’s about to redden with his palms. I wonder if I’ll be sore tomorrow? Will he spank me hard enough to mark me? To cover my ass in his handprints? I fold my fingers together and take a deep breath.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

I hear the smack before I feel it. It makes me jump, and the sting is immediate and hot until his hand kneads and massages the area. My nipples tighten with the sharp tingle of pain, and I can feel myself get even wetter.

“I told you to count, Holly.” His voice is deep and full of warning.

“One.”

He spanks me again, this time harder but in the same exact spot as last time, and I whimper and try to move forward out of instinct to get away from the pain. He massages the spot again, and I moan into the sheets.

“Two.”

The third slap surprises me as it lands on my opposite cheek. I let out a shocked yelp before I feel his lips on my heated skin, his tongue outlining what I imagine is the handprint it left behind.

“Three,” I whisper.

My stomach is tight with need, and my pussy is clenching and aching for him. I expect another slap, but instead, one of his fingers teases me, circling my soaked entrance before slipping inside of me. I sigh and push back on him, waiting for him to move, but he just holds it there inside of me, driving me crazy with frustration. I groan and push back only to be met with the hardest slap yet.

“Four!” I cry out, clenching around his finger and pushing my face into the mattress until I can barely breathe.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. My ass is on fire.

He kneads and massages the cheek he slapped, all the while keeping his finger sheathed inside of me, completely still, just fucking teasing me. I can feel myself getting wetter with each slap, and my desire to feel him move inside of me is all-encompassing. I can’t see past my own need for his dick.

The hardest slap comes last, nearly sending me through the fucking headboard.