{"id":261787,"date":"2026-07-13T18:35:42","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:35:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/good-girl-nikita-slater\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:35:42","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:35:42","slug":"good-girl-nikita-slater","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/good-girl-nikita-slater\/","title":{"rendered":"Good Girl – Nikita Slater"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I\u2019m having trouble resisting the lure of those beautiful velvety grey eyes. I wonder if she\u2019s playing me, but decide she isn\u2019t. She\u2019s hurting, she\u2019s hypersensitive. She\u2019s barely coherent. Can hardly even form the words to ask for this favour. I suspect her thoughts are just as fractured. I nod and help her up onto the high mattress. \u201cLay down on your back first.\u201d She obeys as I walk away, toward the chest of drawers where I grab the first aid kit. I am proud of the dungeon I\u2019ve created.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s fully functioning. Beautiful, but harsh. I made this space with Cadence in my every thought. Imagining her on the bed, on the cross, in the cage. She was always here, helping me design her downfall. As I approach the bed I see that she\u2019s fallen asleep, her chest rising and falling in an easy rhythm.<\/p>\n

Her arms are splayed out beside her and one of her legs is slightly bent. I set the kit down and open the zipper. I take out a bottle of oil and shake it. I pour some into my hands and rub them together until the oil is warmed, then I set my hands on her and begin massaging.<\/p>\n

Her eyelashes flutter a little but she doesn\u2019t fully wake up. Her lips part as though she\u2019s going to say something, but only lets out a tiny moan. She doesn\u2019t move as I massage the oil into her aching muscles, digging my fingers deeper wherever I feel a knot. As I look her over I feel pride. Marks litter her body, but I didn\u2019t once break the skin. She\u2019s as flawless as she was when we first met. Taking her shoulder in one hand I gently guide her onto her stomach, careful to make sure her head it laying at a natural angle.<\/p>\n

She moans again and a slight crease deepens between her eyes. I smile. She wants me to leave her alone so she can relax and sleep.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2019 Nikita Slater & Jasmin Quinn This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer\u2019s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS 1. Cadence 2. Vin 3. Cadence 4. Vin 5. Cadence 6. Vin 7. Cadence 8. Vin 9. Cadence 10. Vin 11. Cadence 12. Vin 13. Cadence 14. Cadence 15. Vin 16. Cadence What\u2019s next for Jasmin & Nikita? Also by Jasmin Quinn Also by Nikita Slater OceanofPDF.com \u201cW 1 CADENCE ho\u2019s my good girl?\u201d Those words are everything to me.<\/p>\n

They send a cascade of sensation through my body. Shivers, want, need. I was wet from the beginning, now I\u2019m dripping. Even though this is our thing, our script, it never ceases to send me soaring. \u201cI\u2019m your good girl,\u201d I whisper, looking up at him adoringly. He reaches down. I have to suppress the urge to flinch.<\/p>\n

Most times he takes my cheeks in his hands, or cups my ears gently, bestows a kiss on my forehead. Tells me I am, indeed, his good girl. But sometimes\u2026 sometimes\u2026 I am not his good girl. Sometimes I fuck up. I don\u2019t answer fast enough. Don\u2019t give him what he\u2019s looking for.<\/p>\n

And he\u2019s forced to punish me. He slaps my cheeks, spanks my bottom really hard, pinches me, hits me with the belt. Marks me. The punishments are endless, they are creative, though I\u2019m getting to know his preferences. Usually I know when I\u2019ve fucked up. His rules are pretty simple.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t touch myself without permission, don\u2019t forget to call him by his preferred title, don\u2019t fuck around with other guys. He doesn\u2019t interfere in my outside life as long as I follow his rules. The deal is, if I want to pursue new things; a boyfriend, a career move, then I talk to him, tell him what\u2019s going on. Then we discuss any possible changes to our play contract. He takes my face in his big hands, cupping my cheeks, and kisses me. On the cheek, next to my mouth.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s been doing this lately. He used to kiss my forehead, an obligatory symbol of his goodwill when I\u2019d done something correct. Now though, it feels different. As though his lips are slowly closing in on mine, though he promised at the beginning of our relationship, put it in our contract, that he would never kiss my mouth.<\/p>\n

Never push my boundaries. Not without permission. I am his submissive. His play partner.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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