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“Ah! Hey!” Gina cried out as Nick threw her down onto the bed. Her eyes glittered with a slick mix of fear and excitement and she couldn’t help but lick her lips as she looked up at her lover towering over her. Of course, Nick wasn’t nearly tall enough to “tower” over anybody (except maybe Holly or Dawn) but in the heat of the moment it felt like he had a good ten feet on the submissive slut.

She shivered in delight.

On Nick’s side of things, his racing heart was clouding his thinking. On one hand, a part of him was telling him that Gina liked stuff like this- him getting physical, him taking charge, and using her like a sex toy. It was the way she enjoyed having sex, and it was thrilling for him, as well, getting to experiment in ways that the other women in his life might not be comfortable with.

But he still had to keep in mind that the way Gina enjoyed being treated wasn’t reflective of how she actually felt.

“So what now?” She asked coquettishly, batting her eyelashes up at him as she lay splayed out over the silk sheets. Completely ignorant of the dilemma raging in his head, she focused solely on being as tempting and tantalizing as possible. “Now that I’ve woken the monster… how are you going to punish me for being such a bad girl?”

Nick smirked. “A bad girl? I’d say you’ve been just the opposite,” he coolly replied, climbing onto the bed. “You’ve been quite a good girl today, Gina.”

She only had a moment of realization, marked by a look of confusion, before being hit by the wave of an orgasm brought on by her transformation.

“Hyung! Ah!” She gasped, shaking and twitching on the bed as she rode the surge of pleasure running through her like lightning. She let out a panting gasp as she recovered and her head cleared, and looked up at Nick in confusion and intrigue, wondering what was going on.

“Nick…?”

“I was thinking,” Nick said, running his hands down her sides and up her sweat-stained shirt, which she still hadn’t removed, “that it wasn’t just a coincidence Sylvia decided to play my bratty, rebellious daughter today.”

Gina’s eyes widened, and then a sly look crossed her face. “Oh? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Save it,” he laughed. “You’re not a very good liar.”

Actually, she was an excellent liar, and they both knew it. But right now she wasn’t even trying. She knew Nick suspected, correctly, that she’d put Sylvia up to this and walked her through how best to get a rise out of him, and she was excited to see what he would do to “punish” her for her actions.

She would quickly regret it when, a few seconds later, Nick’s fingers got to work.

“Hee! Ah! H-hey, don’t- Ha! Hehehe- Nick, stop, cut it- hoo! Ou- heeheh… Hee Hahahaa!” Gina squirmed and writhed beneath Nick, but not in the way she’d been expecting tonight. Nick gently scratched and played with her sides, sending her into a fit of giggles.

Gina had certainly awoken a monster with her actions tonight- the tickle monster.

She was a maelstrom of flailing limbs as pleasure of an entirely different sort than she was used to bombarded her senses. Laughing up a storm, she finally managed to push Nick off of her, and scrambled away from him, gasping for air.

“What… what was that!?” She exclaimed, red in the face and smiling in spite of her confusion and slight irritation.

“Your punishment,” Nick replied with a smirk. “If I just gave you a few spankings, you’d actually like that, wouldn’t you?”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “Maybe…” She answered in a tone that was definitely a yes.

Nick sighed and shook his head, feigning frustration and disappointment in Gina’s behavior. “Gina… what am I going to do with you?”

“Hmm… I don’t know…” She scooted back in bed, leaning against the headboard, and stretched her hands up over her head and out, rattling her handcuffs against the bedposts. “Any way I could make your decision easier… Daddy?”

Yep she was doing it again. Playing at being the disobedient daughter, channeling Sylvia to get Nick worked up. Was that part of the plan? No, it couldn’t be, Gina would have had no way to know she’d be the one getting the extra night.

She might be a slacker who flunked out of school, but she’s always been good at thinking on her feet. Nick recalled their game of pool where she’d hustled him and Sylvia out of some BP. That was definitely the Gina in bed with him right now.

So how to handle that Gina?

“Turn around,” he snarled. “I don’t want you like that.”

Happy to oblige, Gina made quite the show of turning her back on him, keeping her hands held up as she presented her ass for his appraisal, made only juicier and more tantalizing by her Sweetcheeks transformation. Even now Nick felt his hand shaking, urging him to give her a good spank to keep her in line.

But he held back, because he knew that’s what she wanted him to do. And he wasn’t about to give into temptation that easily.

Not until they’d had their fun.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve brought Sylvia up while we’re in bed together,” he recalled, pulling down her jeans to reveal her thong panties, soaked through from her multiple orgasms. “I distinctly recall a few rounds back, when you encouraged me to take out my frustrations about her on you. Remember that?”

It was a dangerous topic. Back then, the circumstances were a lot different, and Sylvia was the host in charge of things. But Gina played along, shaking her ass even harder as he pried her panties down her juicy rear.

“You know, I think you’re putting the cart before the horse,” she purred. “Don’t you think you should tie me up, before you have your way with me?”

Nick barked out a laugh.

“Do I need to?” He pointed out. “A good girl like you will just do whatever you’re told, won’t you?”

As Gina orgasmed beneath him, it gave Nick a chance to think about just how much power he had over his bedmate. Any time she did something he didn’t like, he could just make her orgasm on command and she would have to stop.

…Then again, that would basically keep encouraging her bad behavior. Maybe that was the real secret behind this transformation Dakota had cooked up.

SMACK!

…Well, he’d think about that later. As Gina came down from her orgasm he gave her a good swat on the ass that made her flinch, and another moan escaped her lips.

“Now, as much as I enjoyed tickling you before, Gina, I think we both know it’s not a good long-term solution,” Nick mused. “I get you’re trying to hook me and Sylvia up, and I appreciate your friendship, really, I do. But… she and I are trying to have our own relationship. And you’re getting in the way of that.”

“Oh? Really…” Gina panted, and turned back to look up at him, wiping her sweat-soaked hair from her face. She needed her hands just to remain upright at this point, since her legs had practically turned to jelly. “Because I think… you’re just looking for a convenient target to place blame on… Daddy.”

Nick bristled. It took him a second to think up the perfect thing to say, since stuff like this didn’t come naturally to him. That gave Gina a brief respite to catch her breath, at least.

“…I don’t care what you think,” he said coldly, giving her another slap on the ass. “The only thing I need you for is to be a hole I can dump my cum inside. If I wanted thinking, I’d be getting someone else to serve me right now. Someone with more than two braincells to rub together.”

Gina shuddered with delight. Nick was afraid he’d gone too far with that last part, given how many issues she seemed to be having with her self-esteem recently, but it looked like he was worried for nothing.

Good. So she can at least distinguish sex talk from how I’m actually feeling. That means I don’t have to hold back.

That came as a great comfort to Nick, who was really enjoying laying into Gina right now. He’d gotten very worked-up on his date tonight, and Gina made for a convenient outlet to release all of those pent-up feelings.

And she seemed to be enjoying it, too.

“Come on Daddy… just admit it,” Gina purred, sitting upright and flinging her head back, her tangled mess of hair slapping sweat on the back of her shirt. “When you saw me walk through the door tonight, you were relieved… because after Sylvia was such a bad girl… teasing you all day on your date… you saw the one slut in your harem who you could take your frustrations out on and not feel bad about it.”

The worst part about what Gina was saying, was that a part of it was true. Of course, that had been the furthest thing from Nick’s mind when he saw her in the entry hall, but right now, on the bed, he wanted nothing more than to take out his sexual frustration on her willing body. And that was just enough truth to poison the well.

He bit his lip, and fought the urge to give her another spanking. He must have been making a very complicated expression, because Gina’s face twisted in confusion. She looked like she wanted to ask him something, but was fighting back the urge to break character.

Nick surged forward, and before she could react, he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

Gina’s eyes widened and her lips opened in surprise. She felt Nick’s tongue scrape inside her mouth, but her tongue didn’t move to intercept him. It took a couple seconds for her to return the kiss, but even as she did, she found herself thoroughly confused about what was happening.

A few seconds later, the confusion won out, and she pulled back in alarm, shaking her head.

“Wh-what was that for?” She stammered.

Nick needed a moment to catch his breath, but when he did, he gave Gina a look so drenched in sincerity it made her feel like a kid who had too much candy on Halloween.

“I wanted to kiss you,” Nick said simply. “Is that so wrong?”

“Err… n-no, it’s not… wrong, I just… huh?” Gina’s confusion only seemed to grow, and she looked at Nick, wondering what the heck was happening here.

Nick leaned in and turned Gina towards him so she didn’t have to look back anymore. Then he leaned in pressed his body against hers, giving her another kiss. This time she didn’t hesitate to return it, even though she was just as confused as before.

Kissing him just felt so darn nice.

“I don’t care about what happened before, with Sylvia,” Nick said, pulling away from her. “We can talk about that later. And I don’t want to punish you, either. Right now, I want tonight to just be about you, Gina.”

Gina blushed. “Well… maybe I want to be punished.”

That was true, she probably did. But bringing Sylvia into this seemed to just muddy the waters. And the more Nick kept thinking about her in a sexual context, the more his brain seemed to go in a strange direction that he wasn’t ready for yet.

And it wasn’t fair to the woman he was with.

“Maybe part of me would like to punish you,” Nick agreed, rubbing his fingers over her exposed belly and creeping down towards her crotch. He could feel her bristle at his touch, and the way she subtly leaned in only encouraged him further. “But right now, I want to reward you for doing such a nice thing for your buddy.”

Gina bit her lip. A punishment was a kind of reward… or was a reward a punishment? Right now, her brain was so fried she wasn’t quite thinking clearly, and all she knew was that his latest compliment had given her another spike in arousal as a result of her Damned by Faint Praise transformation.

“Nick…” A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt his fingers dance against her throbbing mound. She bucked her hips slightly, involuntarily, trying to get him to touch her deeper in spite of the delight she normally found in refraining.

“Shh,” Nick whispered, kissing her neck. “Come on. Do it. Spread your legs and give in, like a good girl.”

Whelp. No fighting that. Gina howled another orgasm as she came all over herself in Nick’s arms, soaking his hand as he held her close with the other. She nearly beat her nose bloody bouncing her head against his shoulder, and when she finally came down from her high she had a dazed and delighted expression on her face.

“Hehe… I did good?” She mumbled out.

Nick laughed. “I wouldn’t go that far,” he said, shaking his head. “But it was certainly a start. I definitely think you earned a reward for that spaghetti you made me, though.”

“Hehe…” Gina, still a little dazed from her latest orgasm, could only giggle like a brainless bimbo. Nick didn’t know when her faculties would return to her, but he intended to give her what she deserved when she was still in such an accommodating mood.

He faced little resistance as he pushed her down, getting only a small yelp for his troubles. And with Gina on her back, he was able to scoot down to where her real treasure lay, the glittering slit nestled inside her moist little peach.

Gina shivered as she felt his hot breath roll over her loins. She was coming down from her high, and as her sense of self returned she found that she almost missed the clarity of her orgasm overload. She didn’t have to worry, she could just relax and let pleasure take hold, the way she always did.

It didn’t take long for Nick to get to work bringing her back to that state, though.

“Oh! Ahn… ah!” Gina looked down, blinking away the fog hanging over her eyes, and saw her lover’s face buried between her legs, savoring the second meal she’d prepared for him that night. “OH! Oh, you… th-that… that’s not fair!” She whined, twisting her pleasure-filled face into a pout. “Licking me down- AHN!”

Her hips thrashed as Nick made her keenly aware of just how sensitive she still was down there. And she was right- it wasn’t fair at all!

They both knew that this was a pointless gesture. Nick could make her cum her brains out with just a word, after all- or two words, to be precise.

But the unnecessary nature of the act was part of the point. Nick was taking the time to show her just how much he cared about reciprocating her affections, and that…

Damn it, why does that make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside?! Gina’s brain was a swampy mush of hormones and mixed feelings, and she was having trouble wading through it to find a single clear thought. The fact of the matter was, Nick taking the time to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers, putting in the work even though he didn’t have to, that made her feel so much better than all the orgasms she’d fired off so far put together.

“…Hieeee!” She felt a stab of pleasure in her chest when his tongue rolled over her clit, and her whole body stiffened. There was something building inside her that was different than everything she’d already gone through, and… it honestly started to frighten her a little.

“W-wait… hah… stop… this… you don’t… hiee! I said stop!” She wailed, even though she wanted more. Her words were more out of primal fear than any genuine desire for him to stop, and on some level she knew he knew that. Just like he knew somehow that she would like this better than anything else they’d done together so far.

Nothing frustrated her more than how well Nick seemed to know her- even better than she knew herself at times.

She pounded her fists helplessly on the sheets as she moaned gibberish at the top of her lungs. The right combination of words probably could have gotten him to stop, but she had no intention of finding it. She was getting off almost as much on the powerlessness she felt as she was from his affections, and-

Fuck!

There it was.

A mini orgasm shot through her like a lightning bolt and her cries died on her lips. Her body jerked and she clenched her thighs, trapping Nick between her legs in outright defiance of her previous pleas to leave her be.

It was as close to eager consent as she could give in her present state of mind, and as her head flopped back on the pillow and her legs loosened, she made no attempt to pull away from him as she let him finish his work.

“Do it… haah… hah! Do it!” She wailed through gritted teeth as she bucked her hips, her mind a crazed haze of hunger and desire. Pleasure like this was such a rare delicacy that she wanted to savor every morsel, even as embarrassed as she was, and she was so caught up in the endless waves of pleasure she didn’t even recognize her incoming orgasm until it slammed her in the face like a truck.

“HYAAAH! I’B CUBBINNNNNNGGGG!” She moaned, as everything in her brain short-circuited. If someone had taken a look at Gina’s face in that moment, they’d see her flushed cheeks drenched in sweat and her panting tongue hanging over her moist lips as her eyes rolled up into the back of her skull, dazed and vacant as her brain rebooted.

But the only person in the room with her right now was Nick, who couldn’t see her from this position, and her spasming pussy had just given him a veritable feast to indulge in, so he had other things at the moment to occupy her time.

So Gina’s disgraceful secret would remain just that- a secret. At least until Nick, tired and energized at the same time, somehow, rose to his knees and loomed over her, looking down at the dazed girl lying in repose.

He leaned forward, and with a kiss, brought her back from her long rest, almost like Sleeping Beauty.

…At least, that was how it was supposed to go, anyway. But Gina was no demure faerie tale princess, and the second she tasted his lips upon hers, she snapped back into consciousness and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, practically devouring his face in her fury.

“Hah… yes… fuck… mmnng… oh! Yes! Fuck!” She moaned into his mouth, her nails scraping and clawing everything they could find purchase on. If not for his shirt, she’d have drawn blood on his back at this point, but it seemed like his shirt wasn’t long for this world anyhow. Not that either of them could have given a damn at this point.

She managed to tear herself away from him just long enough to hiss into his ear, “Inside!” and urged him on so they could finally get this damn thing started for real.

Nick couldn’t agree more. Eating her out had been the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae of excitement their foreplay had been up until this point, and his erection had returned with a vengeance. He felt like he’d had it exposed for hours to the cold air at this point, and it ached to be somewhere warm and moist.

Gina knew just the place. She practically pried her lips open with both hands just to make it easier for him to enter her, though she really needn’t have bothered because one touch of his throbbing head against her moist insides, and she sucked him in without any resistance whatsoever.

“Oh-!”

“Ahn…!”

The lovers shook with pleasure as they joined, and they paused for a moment just to delight in how warm and right it felt to be connected like this.

Then hot eyes met hotter eyes, and they slammed their lips and hips together again.

Gina’s brain sparked, already glitching out even after her soft reboot earlier. It just felt too good to have him inside her! The swollen ridge of his glans rubbed against every fold and divot of her warm honeypot, and she felt her pussy clench with desire. Every time he tried to pull back, she fought him every step of the way, sucking hungrily across the exposed inches of his burning length like she couldn’t not be glued to him.

“Fuck… ha… you’re so fucking tight,” Nick groaned. On his side of things, it felt like his dick was stuck in a venus flytrap. Gina’s pussy was every bit as hungry as her mouth, maybe even moreso with how much it delighted in devouring his cock. He lowered his hips to try and thrust in at a better angle, but she moved with him. He pulled back to go for a deeper thrust, and she pushed ahead to join him. While he was trying to focus on making her feel as good as possible, it seemed like she was focusing on trying to get as much of him inside of her as possible!

Quite a feat, given he was already buried to the hilt in her warm nest.

As Gina bucked her hips, she flexed hard, squeezing down on him with everything she had. It felt like dozens of sopping wet kisses were being placed across the length of his shaft every second and as he pushed himself as deep into her as he could get, their moans bounced off each other in their mouths.

She was the one who broke the kiss first, not him. Too lost in pleasure to even think about why, the reasons stopped mattering when he felt her arms wrap around his head and pull him down into her breasts. Her shirt clung to her chest, highlighting the lack of a bra, and he found himself drowning in her scent as his brain started to fog over from his musk. Gina may have wanted to be a sex toy for Nick’s pleasure, but at this point it seemed like the tables had been turned. His mind was quickly losing what sense of reason he still had, and rushing at top speed to join his blissed-out partner in the ecstasy of a mindless pleasure-fueled rut.

“Fuck… fuck… yes… fuck…” Gina had a limited vocabulary compared to the author, but she was making use of what she knew best. Like a metronome, her panting voice drew out a pattern of curse words as she struggled to make sense of the pleasure deluging her body like rain pelting against glass, and she had Nick wrapped up so tightly in her embrace it was a question if he could ever escape her.

Well, if he wanted freedom, he should have tied her up first. This was really his fault, at the end of the day.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

The two were on the same wavelength, muttering the same thing over and over as they thrust against each other, Nick buried in her chest and her head buried in his. Everything else cleared out of their brains as the mantra bouncing around in their skulls escaped their lips without filter.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

That’s all they wanted to do at this point, and the only thing they had the presence of mind to do, either.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

With that being said, they were quickly reaching a point where decisions would need to be made. Without a stitch of protection between the two of them and Nick’s pleasure centers completely frazzled, he was about to give Gina a very creamy surprise, and she certainly wasn’t in any position to refuse it.

Somewhere in the fog of her latest orgasm, Gina could feel Nick’s cock throbbing hotter than ever, and she knew that he was about to give her a tasty treat that she’d earned and then some for her good (and bad) behavior.

That was bad… right? Letting him cum inside her was definitely bad. Not that Gina ever really cared much about monitoring her cycle or anything like that. But today was probably safe, right? And if he did knock her up, well… that would be just the motivation she needed to turn her life around and grow up, right? Becoming a mommy…

Then she saw Amelia’s disapproving face, and the stern teacher soon morphed into her own mother. Chastising Gina again for her lack of self-control, lack of discipline, lack of… lack of a whole damn lot of things she was too dazed to think of at the moment. But she knew getting knocked up would probably not go over well with her folks, not if she wanted to convince them that she was trying to turn her life around.

On the other hand, her mother’s scornful face almost made her want to do it just out of spite. And old Gina may have very much done so. But she had changed since then. Matured. And she couldn’t do that.

“N-no… off…” she urged Nick, trying to get him off her.

But her body had other ideas. Because as much as Gina wanted to do the right thing, the mature thing, her body had lived a lifetime of pursuing pleasure for pleasure’s sake, and it was screaming at her brain that nothing would feel better right now than riding out this orgasm alongside him, and taking what he had to give her, damn the consequences. So as much as she tried to push him off… her heart really wasn’t in it.

“Nick… seriously… I can’t-!” Gina felt a surge of fear for the first time- real fear, not like what she’d felt earlier, when he was eating her out. A chill went down her spine and she knew that this couldn’t happen.

Their eyes met as Nick went over the edge, and he saw the stark look of terror in her eyes. With all his willpower he yanked himself out of her and sprayed his load all over her body and face, hoping that he’d made it in time.

They stared at each other for a few hot seconds, and then looked down. Nick’s erection was softening, and Gina’s pussy looked like she’d dunked her butt in a vat of whipped cream. His semen was covering her lower half, like a nice glazed cinnamon bun. Neither knew for sure how things had gone, all Gina knew was that her insides were throbbing and she felt all warm and tingly down there.

Had he made it in time? Or had a few of his more eager swimmers managed to escape his erection before he sounded the retreat, and were right now on a mission to plunder her eggs- which might not even be there?

Neither one of them said a word, but in that moment, their thoughts were synchronized- Exactly the same word that had screamed through their brains just moments before, but in a far different context.

Fuck!