CHAPTER 87: FULL OF MISCHIEF (1)

Georgia’s POV

"Make you?" Nick scoffed, his tone wrapped with mockery and a dark edge that made my pulse stutter. "Are you seriously daring me to make you squirt, Georgia?"

I arched a brow, smirking like I knew what I was doing, pretending to be an expert in this kind of thing. Grinding my hips in slow, teasing circles, I felt his cock twitch inside me. He gasped.

"Why? Can’t you make me?" I purred, the challenge dripping from my lips like honeyed poison.

His jaw ticked. His entire body tensed beneath me.

"I’ll make you regret saying that," he growled.

The next thing I knew, his hands were on my waist, lifting me off of him with surprising gentleness, and then I was standing there, confused and dripping, while he toweled off like a man on a mission.

"What the hell are you doing now?" I snapped, wrapping a towel around myself in irritation.

But he didn’t answer me.

Instead, he hauled me over his shoulder like I was a sack of rice. I yelped, startled, kicking slightly as he carried me across the suite and tossed me onto the bed like a misbehaving kitten.

"Stay there and don’t fucking move," he ordered, his voice more commanding than I’d ever heard it.

I blinked, stunned. "Are you seriously mad right now?"

He was already storming out of the room, towel slung low around his hips, radiating fury and something else I couldn’t quite name—that was irritating! Fuck him!

I flopped back on the bed, groaning, arms crossed in frustration. Fine. If he wanted to throw a tantrum, I’d let him. I hadn’t realized how much I missed lying on an actual mattress until this moment anyway.

But just as I was about to relax, the door burst open with a vengeance.

Nick stalked back in like a furious man, a small paper bag clutched in one hand.

I sat up slowly, watching him like a deer caught in headlights.

"What are you—" I started.

But he didn’t give me time to finish.

In a blur of motion, he was at my side, yanking something from the bag—and before I could process what was happening, click.

My right wrist was cuffed to my right ankle.

"What the f—Nick!"

Then click. The left side.

I stared down in disbelief. My limbs were bound, restrained with real metal cuffs—but lined in the softest, most deceivingly innocent pink feathers.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!" I shrieked, tugging at them.

Nope. These weren’t plastic toys. These were real.

"What the hell are these?!"

He loomed over me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "You wanted me to make you squirt, baby..."

His eyes gleamed with dark promise as he slowly climbed onto the bed.

"...then let’s begin."

Nick grabbed my ankles and yanked me hard toward the edge of the bed.

I gasped, letting out a startled yelp as the soft sheets bunched under my skin, the cold air hitting places I wasn’t ready for.

He turned around and calmly locked the door, then returned to that goddamn paper bag with a smirk carved onto his face like he’d just won a war.

A low hum filled the room. My breath hitched. That sound...

My eyes widened as I stared at the bag in horror. "No. No way. Is that what I think it is?"

He slowly pulled it out like a magician unveiling his favorite trick, a long, thick wand, white and pink and vibrating.

"When the hell did you even have time to buy that?!" I gasped.

"I didn’t," he replied, tone infuriatingly calm. "But I paid for it. There’s a kink shop right across from the hotel. I saw it earlier and gave the bellboy my card. Told him exactly what I wanted. Gave him a very generous tip too. He was more than happy to help."

He paused, holding up the wand and turning it on and off like a weapon he was testing.

"Said the saleslady swore by this one," he added casually. "Their strongest model. Something about ’bedroom magic.’ Thought I’d see for myself."

"Nick, wait—"

But my protest was cut off by a moan that tore out of me without warning.

"Ahhh!"

The moment the wand touched my slick, swollen center, my entire body arched off the bed.

I couldn’t even close my legs—my arms were cuffed to my ankles, keeping me splayed wide and helpless, completely at his mercy, my back pressed to the mattress as he hovered between my thighs like a man savoring the moment before he devours his victim.

The vibrations pulsed deep, making my thighs tremble and my breath come out in desperate, high-pitched gasps.

Nick’s eyes darkened as he watched me fall apart.

"You challenged the wrong man, baby," he said, voice low and rough as he pressed the wand harder against me. "Now you’re going to learn what begging really sounds like."

I couldn’t even keep my eyes open—my entire body was trembling as the wand pulsed relentlessly against my clit. The pressure. The heat. The fucking pleasure.

I felt the mattress dip as he sat beside me, the air shifting with his nearness, his warmth wrapping around me like a second skin.

"You like it?" he whispered, his breath brushing my ear as his lips trailed over my shoulder, up the curve of my neck. His kisses were slow... soft... teasing.

"Fuck, Nick... It’s too much—ahh! Oh my God—turn it down... Please..." I gasped, squirming against the cuffs. My hips bucked without control, chasing both pleasure and mercy. "Ahh... fuck!"

"Okay," he murmured, all sweet and obedient—too sweet.

But then—

"FUCK!"

I screamed, my entire body jolting violently against the bed.

"Oops," he said with a shit-eating grin, voice full of mischief. "I guess that was high, not low."

That smug bastard.

I wasn’t sure if it was an honest mistake or if he was just toying with me—but I was starting to suspect it was the latter.

Because the wand was still there. Still humming. Still destroying me.

And he was enjoying every goddamn second of it.

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