18I am sorry this chapter took so long and I hope it was worth the wait.
Here is the tag of warning: Adalind is Nick's sex slave. I repeat, Adalind is Nick's sex slave. There is bondage. Adalind is wearing a gold collar, gold wrist cuffs, gold ankle cuffs and a gold chain. Nick is dominant. Extremely possessive Nick. Adalind is submissive. Oral sex. Anal sex. Vaginal sex. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Sex toys.
You have been warned. Do not read if that stuff bothers you. Do not get mad at me. Do not message me your hate. Do not send me your therapy bills. Everything is consensual.
Sean Renard had been a particular bastard for weeks.
The highly publicized murder of a wealthy heiress had rocked Portland. And it had become a city wide media sensation.
There was heavy pressure from many well respected and powerful people to get it solved.
And as much as Renard hated to admit it, Nick Burkhardt and Hank Griffin were his best detectives. Though he resented the fact that the grimm and his partner would no doubt be praised and possibly be highly rewarded for solving the case, they were assuredly the only two who could catch the killer.
Renard knew he would have been the one in trouble if any detective he put on the case failed, so there was really no choice in the matter.
And because he was feeling pressure from the higher ups, he had doubled the pressure on Griffin and Burkhardt.
When the young woman had first been reported missing, everyone suspected that her rich ex boyfriend had something to do with it.
It was well known he didn't like being told no. Especially from a female. The spoiled self entitled brat was known for having a bad temper. His father had bailed him out a significantly large number of times when he had been arrested for assault.
Though everyone suspected the ex, they needed hard evidence.
Nick and Hank had found it. A video the victim herself had taken.
As it turned out, she was always filming herself, trying to be internet famous. She had no idea that her ex would follow her on one of her jogs through a park and strangle her.
The rich punk was caught, the media, the mayor, the district attorney, and even the governor of Oregon praised Hank and Nick for a job well done. Which had irritated Renard.
So for weeks after the case had been wrapped up, their captain had found every excuse to yell at, reprimand or scold the detectives.
He would constantly comment, "Just because you're celebrities now, doesn't mean you no longer need to pull your own weight.
Nick in particular got the worst of it. Sean did everything he could to try to make Burkhardt either work late, come in early, or do any paperwork over again, claiming to see either a grammar mistake or inconsistency.
Nick tried to take most of it in stride, do his best and not anger his superior further or give him any excuse to ruin his career.
But Nick's patients was really tested when Sean tried to drag Adalind into his petty behavior. Namely, by reminding Nick that he had been with the hexenbiest before him. That Renard was the father of Adalind's first child. The child that had already proven to be powerful.
"You know I was your wife's first love?" Renard said to Nick when the two men were alone in his office. "In fact, I think I was many of her first's."
"Except her husband." Nick reminded Sean. "I'm her first husband. And I'm the one who has all of her now. So your firsts don't mean a damn thing. Not now. Not ever again."
Nick stormed out of the office still enraged about the half royals petty sadistic behavior.
He wanted to rip out the captain's tongue for even daring to speak Adalind's name.
When Nick got home, he found Adalind preparing dinner in the kitchen. He pulled her into the walk in pantry and claimed her lips in a dominant hungry kiss. His arms wrapped tight around her, which she was grateful for since her legs were unable to hold her up, seeming to have turned to jelly.
"I need you tonight." Nick said against her lips. "I need to know you're mine. I need to claim you."
"Playroom tonight?" Adalind asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Nick nodded. "I'll lay out your gold bands."
An excited shiver ran through Adalind's body. She knew just the game Nick had in mind. She could feel herself already getting soaking wet with anticipation.
That night, Nick handled putting the children to bed while Adalind prepared herself for the game.
She stepped into the secret room located behind a bookcase inside her and Nick's bedroom.
On a table, Nick had already laid out the items she was to wear.
Several gold bands for her wrists, for her ankles and one for her throat, fitted to her like a snug collar, a gold plated steel chain that was attached to all items and could be made loose or tight would give Nick control over Adalind's every move. Symbols on the pieces wove a spell that ensured Adalind's magic would be useless.
The idea for the game came about when they found an entry in a grimm journal, the ones that Monroe's uncle had brought to Portland, that told of a hexenbiest who wanted to be the lover of a grimm. He was hesitant because he feared her inner creature would lash out at him. So she created bonds that kept her beast at bay, allowing the grimm to take her without fear.
A later entry told that the two were murdered while they were having sex in their bed by a relative of the grimm who hadn't approved of the match.
The night after reading both entries, Nick had spent hours worshiping every inch of Adalind's body, trying to make up for what his ancestors had done to hers and also reminding them both that they were together and should enjoy every moment they had.
Adalind decided to create bonds for herself to wear. She liked the idea of being Nick's sex slave.
And wouldn't it be a real slap in the face to all grimm who never approved of mixed relationships?
It gave Adalind a chance to be wicked while at the same time surrendering completely to the man she loved.
She pinned her hair up, piling it on top of her head, then Adalind slipped on the gold items. She didn't bother putting on lingerie, the whole point of the game was that she belonged to Nick. She was his property, for him to use her however he wanted. She existed solely for his pleasure.
Covering her body would not give him pleasure.
Lastly, she laid her body on the chase lounge chair and waited for her master.
Nick walked in, his eyes moved slowly over the naked form of the beautiful woman, his beautiful woman, draped on the chase lounge like a picture perfect image from Roman lore. He said nothing as he moved closer, his gaze predatory.
Liquid warmth flooded her nether regions at her master's hungry gaze. How she loved to please him, knowing she was the only one he sought out to spill his seed and sate his fleshly desires.
He knelt down and pressed his lips to hers. Gently at first then slowly increasing the pressure, deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, exploring her taste. His hand cupped her face then slowly moved lower, splaying out to cover as much of her as possible. He got to the juncture between her legs and smiled when he felt her curls were already damp.
Nick slipped one finger between the whisker covered lips, finding the bud. As his mouth moved with hers and his tongue entwined with hers, he flicked the little bud over and over again.
He feasted on her every moan. Reveled in the way her chest rose as her breathing became more labored. And he felt both his pride and his manhood swell when she dug her fingers into his shoulders and she cried out against his lips.
He continued to flick her clit until she had finished riding out her first orgasm of the night, then he gave her firm kiss on the lips, stood up and pulled the chain tight at her throat, bringing her face to his groin.
Adalind reached up and unfasten the button of his pants, with her mouth she pulled down the zipper. As she slowly pulled his pants down, Nick removed his shirt. She pressed her lips on his cloth covered bulge, then pulled his underwear down to expose his perfect male organ. She felt herself practically drooling for him as he removed his clothes completely.
Adalind moved to take Nick's cock in her mouth, but he stopped her. Instead he pressed the bulb to her lips. Adalind flicked her tongue out to catch the precum leaking from the tip. Seeing Nick shudder, she was certain he would allow her to take his member fully in her mouth. But once again he jerked his hips back when she opened her mouth wider and leaned closer to him.
She realized he wanted her to only use her lips on his shaft for the time being. So she did.
Her hands gripped his thighs and slowly slid their way up until she was at his hips. His whole body felt rock hard. It made her both fearful and excited, knowing how he had the strength and power to do whatever he pleased with her.
"I love your cock my master." Adalind whispered along Nick's shaft. "It's so thick. It feels me up so well, better than anyone else's. I crave your cock. Your cock is the only one I want. And I want it always."
She licked the flat of her tongue along the length, and pressed her lips to him, open mouth, working her way to his balls, where he allowed her to apply suction.
Nick gripped tight to the chain and Adalind's hair. He kept his eyes on her as she pleasured him.
"You are mine." Nick told her huskily. "You will only ever be mine. Your mouth is mine, Your lips are mine. That tongue of yours is only mine."
He pulled her away from him and stood her up, yanking on the chain. He cupped the back of her head, crashing his lips to hers and kissing her fiercely. He applied the same fierce kiss to her neck and then to each of her breasts.
"Every part of your body belongs to me." He slid a hand over one breast and down her side, pulling her against him and cupping her rear. "That pretty little ass of yours belongs to me. I'm going to fuck it because it's mine to fuck. But first I'm going to have your pussy, because that belongs to me."
Nick fell to his knees and draped her left leg over his shoulder. He pressed his mouth to her and slipped his tongue between her intimate lips.
A trembling gasp escaped Adalind as the tip of Nick's tongue grazed over her swollen clit. Then he latched onto the swollen bud, sucking it with force.
But just as her legs began to tremble, Nick pulled away and stood up.
"Master please!" Adalind begged, she had been so close.
Instead of answering, Nick tied the chain around Adalind's wrists. Holding her hands behind her back he pulled so her body arched. Her head fell back, exposing her delicate neck. His mouth latched on to the column, sucking a mark. Her breathing became labored. Her breasts rose and fell, drawing Nick's eyes to the mounds. He latched on to a nipple, still holding tight to her wrists, keeping her from digging her fingers through his hair, though she desperately wanted to. All Adalind could to was moan shrilly and whimper from his glorious assault. It was enough to send her to her peak. She trembled and whimpered with pleasure. Nick held her tight through it, continuing to suck and nibble at her breasts until they became painful, and Adalind was squirming to pull away.
Nick pushed Adalind face first onto the bed, her legs hanging off. He pushed those slender limbs apart and dropped to his knees, so he was in full sight of her glistening petals.
Unable to resist, he licked a strip through, tasting her sweet nectar.
Adalind cried out and jerked, already over stimulated but wanting more, even if she was not sure if she could handle it. Yet unable to free herself from her binding to force his head back to her throbbing, needing center.
Nick picked up the sweet oil and drizzled it down the crack of Adalind's ass. Slowly he massaged his thumb around the hole, working it in. Once it was inside her, he circled it against the walls, stretching the tunnel. He took his time. She was his favorite plaything and he had no interest in breaking her. Plus, he really enjoyed the view of her pert little ass fully displayed for his pleasure and use.
Only when he was sure she could take him, Nick aligned himself and slowly entered Adalind's ass.
It wasn't so much the feeling of having Nick's cock deep in her ass that turned Adalind on, it was the act itself. The knowledge he was taking, claiming, dominating. He was using another part of her to fulfill his own needs. That it was her body that had the honor. And that there was another part of her that could make him feel so good.
He smacked the flesh hard. Over and ever, watching it turn red. He enjoyed the view as she arched her back each time.
As he reached that moment, Nick pulled out and sprayed his seed on Adalind's thighs and ass cheeks.
"Do not move." He commanded.
Adalind was to stay in that position so Nick's essence could dry on her skin and his scent would be seeped into her flesh for any wesen to smell.
Nick walked to their toy chest and retrieved a vibrator dildo then inserted it inside her pussy. "Close your legs, sit on them." He commanded as he took a seat in front of her.
Adalind did as she was told, feeling his seed spread to her calves and feet.
"You will watch me. You will not take your eyes away from me. Do you understand?"
Adalind nodded, finding it hard to speak with the pulsating toy inside her.
"Do you understand? Tell me." Nick commanded again with great force.
"Yes, my master." Adalind cried out.
"That's my good girl." he praised, smiling at her little gasp, knowing she loved when he complimented her.
He reached for the ceramic bowl kept on the nightstand table that was always filled with water and picked up the cloth, rinsed it out and used it to clean his groin.
Adalind's whole body tensed up, a near violent orgasm wracking her body. She desperately wanted to be the one to clean him. She was his slave, it was her sacred duty to give him want he needed.
But her hands were still bound behind her back. All she could do was watch as Nick removed from his privates whatever was left there from being in her ass.
When he was done with his task, he turned his attention back to Adalind.
"Does that toy satisfy you, my nymph?"
"No master."
It really didn't. They both knew while it was able to give her orgasms, had been doing so while he was occupied with his own task, no toy could ever do for Adalind what Nick did. That a real male organ, Nick's male organ, was what Adalind needed to truly be lost in euphoria.
"Tell me what you want, Tell your master what will satisfy you."
"You, my master. Only you will satisfy me. I want your cock. I need your cock in my pussy."
Nick stood up and walked behind Adalind again. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her so she was on her knees on the bed. He spread them wide and removed the toy, tossing it to the side.
One arm positioned under her breasts, keeping her in place while the other perform tasks like unwrap the chain from her wrists and explore her body.
Nick held Adalind tightly against his chest, mouthing at her neck as his fingers slipped between her legs and played with her silky wet petals, stroking that little bud until she was moaning and liquid heat flowed from her.
He pushed her down, on all fours, then he thrust himself inside her, taking her at a brutal pace. She cried out in ecstasy as he pounded her, claiming her as his woman.
She stretched her arms out, leaving her backside in the air fully presented for her husbands taking while her face was buried in the sheets and cushions.
"You are mine!" He growled. "Only mine! Forever!"
Adalind could barely think. Speaking was completely out of the question. Nick had reduced her vocabulary to whimpers, moans and sighs.
She could feel his hot breath in her hair and on her ear. Hear his groans.
Nick too was lost to pleasure.
His body laid fully on hers, and hers was flat on the bed, no longer having any strength or energy to hold herself up.
Nick was the one doing most of the work while Adalind did all of the taking.
Neither were complaining.
His body moved over hers, dominating, and she surrendered completely.
Adalind was cocooned in warmth and bliss, her only reality was Nick and pleasure.
Nick was relentless in his every thrust. He pumped inside Adalind until he could no longer hold back and his body demanded release.
For a while, all that was heard in the room was the sound of two bodies struggling for air. Trying to recover from their passion.
With his breath and mind returned to normal, and his body and ego sated, Nick withdrew himself from his wife, removed the gold ornaments from her body and retrieved the vanilla massage oil. The scent ideal for relaxing the spent woman. Strange that it was what Adalind preferred after he conquered her body. The particular reason for needing it being far from vanilla and tame.
While she lay on her stomach, still trying to recover, Nick drizzled some oil down the center of her back.
Slowly, he kneaded the flesh, rubbing thoroughly and tenderly, working his way out, taking his time until every knot and every muscle was loose. Then he focused on her arms and her legs, even moving to massage her hands and feet, Nick made sure his beloved wife would not feel sore after his taking of her.
While they both enjoyed him conquering her, neither enjoyed Adalind being sore the morning after. So the after dominant sex massage was always a must.
Nick covered his wife's body with a sheet, then left her to rest while he prepared a bath.
She smiled at him lazily and wrapped her arms around his neck when he picked her up and carried her to their ensuite bathroom.
As they soaked in the hot water, each tender touch and each soft caress given to one another seemed to whisper, "I love you."
The next day, Nick sat at his desk, recalling the night before and how Adalind showed him how much she loved him. It made it easier to put up with the Captain's petty remarks.
But Adalind, it seemed, decided to do a little something extra.
She came into the precinct, bringing lunch for Nick, Hank and Wu.
Nick's breath caught and his eyes grew wide when he saw that his wife wore the gold bands on her wrists. The scent of vanilla drifted into the air. He stared at her in amazement and she returned his look with one of her own filled with love and a little mischievousness.
"Adalind, what are you doing here?" Renard blurted out when he saw her.
"I'm Nick's wife." Adalind told Sean. "I love him and enjoy doing any and everything to make him happy."
She then turned to Nick and in front of everybody, touched his face and kissed him deeply on the lips. Nick returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around her automatically.
After a chorus of wolf whistles, the couple pulled apart.
"I'll see you at home."
"Can't wait." Adalind said to Nick. The look she sent him promising lots of sinfully delicious things.
"Burkhardt, you have got to be the luckiest man on the planet, to have a woman like that." Detective Bruno said. "Not only is your wife hot, but she obviously thinks the world of you. I'd hate to be the poor bastard that let her get away."
Nick shot a smug smile at Renard, who decided to stop his personal verbal jabs at the detective, for fear of being shown more proof of how much Adalind had moved on.
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No rape kink. No incest kink. No beastiality kink. Sex of any form will only happen between Nick and Adalind.
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