First and foremost, punctuality is crucial. While he’s usually understanding, he sometimes senses when you’re being bratty, and your tardiness is more of an excuse for him to punish you than any actual reason. This gives him an opportunity to discipline you, and you’ll often find him preemptively waiting with a crop or a paddle. The crop is his preferred choice, especially when he has you on all fours between his thighs, gazing up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to strike. He’ll deliver a swift blow to your ass, making you count the number of minutes you were late. For example, if you were 5 minutes late, he’ll give you 5 strikes.

Afterward, he’ll soothe your sore cheeks by gently rubbing a hand over them while being incredibly sweet and affectionate. He speaks softly to you, asking, “You’ll remember not to be late next time, won’t you?” He always manages to strike the perfect balance between sweetness and a subtle hint of condescension, but the sweetness always outweighs the other.

Don’t expect the sweetness to last long because he’s already got his favorite toys ready to play with and use on you, including what he knows is your favorite vibrator. He’ll tease you with it, saying things like, “Look at that, your pussy is quivering,” before slipping it inside you and pressing it right against your sweet spot, the one he knows will send you into overdrive immediately. He’ll also suck on your clit, deliberately overstimulating you before continuing his play.

As he does this, he’ll call you his “pretty little whore,” making fun of the way you’re bucking and squirming against him, as if you’re desperate for more, even though you’re begging him to stop and turn off the toy. But he’ll quickly remind you, “Oh no, sweetheart. The toy doesn’t get turned off. In fact, maybe we should turn it up a notch.” Despite it being on a low setting, you’re already beyond sensitive, and the extra stimulation drives you over the edge once again.

When he’s finally done with overstimulating you, he’ll put your mouth to use, teasing your lips with his thumb while instructing you to take it and suck on it, showcasing your desperation for him. Naturally, you comply before he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock, guiding your mouth to take him.

He’s not gentle as he uses your mouth and throat for his pleasure, taking it as he pleases, forcing you to gag and choke on him, even holding you there until you’re struggling to breathe. Fingers wrapped around your hair, he effortlessly moves you along his cock like his own pretty fucktoy, a reminder he’ll give you as he’s fucking your face.

The moment he cums, instead of it going down your throat or even in your mouth, he pulls back to cum all over your face with sweet praises, calling you his “pretty little cumslut,” while wiping his cock all over your face and lips, allowing you to savor a brief taste of him while keeping your face covered in his cum.

Naturally, he isn’t finished yet, even as you tremble from overstimulation. The vibe still inside you, buzzing between your quivering walls, while your throat is still sore from his recent fucking. Your legs might be shaking, but that doesn’t deter him from manhandling you and forcing you onto the bed.

He’ll keep your legs spread apart with a spreader bar while he bounds your arms above your head and to the headboard. He hasn’t finished with the toy yet; he’s ready to continue using it on you, slapping your pussy and clit in between and forcing you to cum before he removes the toy in exchange for his cock. He feels how wet and sensitive you are as he slides into you, to the point you’re already cumming around him before he has a chance to fully fill you.

Usually, you can anticipate the sting of his hand across your cheek or ass, but today, he doesn’t resort to those. Maybe because he knows that’s exactly what you want. Edging might be another option, but that would only give you more reason to misbehave. To your surprise, he simply orders, “Stand.”

You could make it difficult, but curiosity gets the better of you. You obey, wide eyed and watching as his movements remain smooth, deliberate. One hand presses between your thighs, fingers teasing over the front of your panties—the same ones he’s already made you cum through at least twice without even fucking you yet.

Your body trembles in response, drawing out a low moan as he taunts you, a single finger rubbing between your folds through the soaked fabric. Then comes his command, “Take them off.”

“And if I don’t?” you retort, but Nicholas already has his fingers wrapped around the waistband, tugging them down. You lose balance and instinctively reach out, grasping onto him.

“Knees. Now.”

You drop down, obedient, eyes fixed on him. His hand comes up, gripping your chin before he pushes the cum soaked fabric into your mouth. Instantly, the wet material and the taste of yourself hit your tongue, making you moan—half from the eroticism, half from the distinct taste.

You expect him to leave it there, to keep you gagged as he dishes out your punishment, but instead, you watch as he strokes himself with his free hand. He steps closer, lining his cock up with the fabric still stuffed between your lips. His grip is tight, hand working fast along his thick shaft as he edges himself toward climax.

When he finally comes, it shocks you, he presses the head of his cock directly against the gag in your mouth, hot spurts of cum soaking into the fabric. You groan around it, not just in pleasure, but protest. You’re missing out.

You’re not walking; he expects you to crawl to him. Get down on those knees right now and don’t even bother giving him those puppy dog eyes (you know the ones). He’s not looking at you, mean dom!nicky has entered the chat. The one you know is going to make you feel like nothing more than an object, but he’s going to make you feel oh so good while he does it.

When you finally reach him, you sit back on your heels, watching as he slowly palms himself through his jeans. Your mouth waters just at the thought of finally having him in your mouth. His tight jeans only fuel your desire for his thick cock, because we all know he’s thicky Nicky for a reason. However, he doesn’t give you what you want; instead, his hand comes out to the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, before he pulls you forward, right against his crotch, and starts grinding against your face and your open mouth.

You hear his grunts and groans as he does this. He’s putting on a show of enjoying using you for something so unexpected. On top of that, his intention is to make you feel his cock hardening against your face and there's nothing that you can do about it. When you try to raise your hands to offer them, he warns you with a swift strike, “Hands behind your back.” Naturally, you obey.

By the time you feel him at his peak hardness, you’re whimpering, gazing up at him from beneath your lashes with soft, pleading eyes, yearning for him to finally grant your wish. Instead, he responds with a dismissive, “Show me how much you want it,” expecting you to begin licking and sucking him through the fabric of his jeans. You comply, and it becomes a messy endeavor, something he happily points out as you drool over the material, while feeling his cock twitching in response.

What his intentions are, you’re unsure, because he’s being so lazy, so pleasingly degrading, telling you that “you’re just doing this to yourself,” how “you’re such a greedy, pretty slut” for him. It makes you dizzy, and you can’t stop, you don’t want to, and eventually, you feel him rutting against your face, his body trembling, and fingers tightening in your hair as he cums in his boxers. You can taste the bitter saltiness, and your tongue swirls repeatedly over the spot where you can feel his tip is beneath the fabric.