Chapter 40
Abbie
Nikolai carries me to the bedroom, where he sets me down on my feet. “You want filthy, baby?” he says, his tone low and deep.
Shivers rush over my body as I nod. “So badly.”
Stepping closer to me, he brushes his knuckles over my cheek before taking hold of the dress’s straps, shoving them over my shoulders. The silk pools around my feet, and the air kisses my skin.
Nikolai’s eyes burn over my hard nipples, then he orders, “From now on, you will wear a bra when you’re around other people.” He tweaks my nipple hard, making heat flush to my core. “No one gets to see your nipples straining against silk but me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer like a good little girl.
His hand lowers to my panties, wet from his release and my arousal, and he drags a finger over the lace. “Is that my cum dripping from your pussy?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Do you need me to fill you again, Malyshka?”
“Please.” I lower my lashes and bite my bottom lip. “I want your cum running down my legs.”
“Christ,” he growls. “You’re so fucking hot. I’m aching for you.”
I reach down and grip his hard-on through his pants, giving him a hard squeeze.
“Are you my little whore?” he asks, his voice hoarse with desire.
Jesus, I love this. I can talk dirty with him all night long.
“I’m your little whore, Daddy,” I moan as I lean into him, squeezing him again. “I need you to fuck me so hard it hurts.”
Nikolai clenches his jaw right before he rips my panties off. He grabs me by my left asscheek and yanks me flush against his body. His eyes burn into mine, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip.
“I love it when you do that,” I admit.
He nips at my mouth again before giving me a hot-as-hell smirk. “So you like being fucked while there’s a chance someone might see us?”
“It’s one hell of a turn-on.”
He pushes me back until I bump into the window.
“The guards circle the house every two hours,” he murmurs. “I’m not sure what the time is, so they can pass by any minute.”
My abdomen clenches hard, and I let out a whimper. “Fuck me so they can see who I belong to.”
Nikolai shakes his head. “On your knees, Abigail. I want to come all over your tits.”
YesYesYes.
I sink to my knees and conjure up my most innocent expression. “What do I do now, Daddy?”
Fire lights up his eyes, his features carved from granite as he growls, “Unzip my pants and free my cock,” he orders.
I pull the zipper down and tug his pants down to his ankles. He steps out of the fabric, and while he unbuttons his shirt, he demands, “Wrap your hand around me and stroke me hard.”
I obey, my eyes drinking in the sight of the angry vein running from the base to the head.
“Suck me so deep you choke,” he gives me another command.
My lips part, and I take Nikolai to the back of my mouth. Relaxing my muscles, I move forward, allowing him down my throat.
“Christ,” he grunts roughly. His hands grab my hair, and he grinds his pelvis against my face. “Fuck, Abigail.” His muscles strain so much his body starts to shake.
Breathing through my nose, I swallow hard. It has the desired effect as he swells and jerks in my throat.
“Again,” he orders, his voice hoarse.
I swallow hard again, then start to bob my head, fucking him as rough as I can with my mouth. My teeth scrape over his swollen head as tears stream down my cheeks.
“FuckFuckFuck.” Nikolai grips my hair so tight I lose strands, the pain making my arousal coat my inner thighs.
Suddenly he pulls out, then warm cum spurts over my breasts and neck. I swipe the tip of my finger over my skin, catching some of his release and bringing it to my mouth.
Nikolai watches as I taste him, my tongue swirling around the digit. “Hmm…so good.”
In total amazement, he shakes his head. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m fucking grateful you’re mine.”
Chuckling, I climb to my feet. I turn around and squash my breasts to the window. “You better make me orgasm before one of the guards sees me naked.”
There’s a hard slap to my ass, the stinging pain forcing a whimper from
me.
“I love how red your skin turns,” Nikolai groans.
He slaps my ass again, then he orders, “Spread your legs.”
I hear him move away from me and glance over my shoulder. Nikolai
removes the vibrator from the bedside drawer and comes back to me.
I love a man who’s so freaking confident he’s not intimidated by a toy. “Are you ready to scream, Malyshka?”
“Please.”
I hear the vibration start and push my butt out, anticipating the pleasure, but instead, I get another slap to my asscheek.
My hands are flat against the window, and I’m just about to curse Nikolai a blue streak when he pushes the vibrator between my legs and through my slit.
“Oh yes,” I gasp.
Slowly he rubs the toy all the way from my slit to my butt and back again. Shivers rush through my body, goosebumps exploding over my skin.
“Again,” I beg, breathless with need.
Nikolai presses his chest to my back, and with his free hand, he grips hold of my hip. Keeping the torturously slow rhythm, he rubs the vibrator up and down my slit.
“God, Nikolai,” I beg. “Please.”
He lets out a dark chuckle before finally pushing it deep inside me, then the speed increases dramatically.
I come instantly, the pleasure so intense my legs go numb, and Nikolai has to wrap an arm around me to keep me from sinking to the ground.
My lips are parted in a silent ‘O’ while my body convulses as if I’m being electrocuted. I’m caught in my post-orgasm bliss when he lifts me up in his arms and carries me to the shower.
He opens the faucets and waits for the water to warm before pulling me beneath the spray.
With a satisfied smile on my face, I watch as my man washes my body, thinking life doesn’t get any better than this.
“I love you so much,” I murmur.
“Is that the orgasm talking?” he chuckles, his eyes flicking to mine. “No, it’s my heart.”
Nikolai rinses the suds from my body before he pulls me into his arms. He presses a tender kiss to my lips, then says, “We should get an engagement ring while we’re shopping for your new wardrobe.”
My eyebrow darts up. “That better not be your proposal.” He tilts his head. “Ah…will you marry me?”
Gaping at the man, I slap his shoulder. “Seriously. I just let you come all over me. I want romantic.”
“Baby,” he groans. “I don’t know how to be romantic. Tell me what you want.”
Lifting my hands between us, I tick the list off on my fingers. “A candle-lit dinner. Beneath the stars. You telling me how you can’t live without me.”
“Okay, but are you going to answer me now?”
Giving him a playful look, I say, “No. I’m going to make you suffer. I’ll answer you when I get my romantic date.”
He grips my butt and squashes me to his chest. “I love it when you’re bossy. It’s cute.”
“I wasn’t going for cute, but okay.”
He captures my eyes with his, then murmurs, “Please let me love you for the rest of my life.”
Jesus, my heart.
“Let me protect you, take care of you, and satisfy you until my last breath.”
I’m hit with a wave of happy emotions, and my chin starts to tremble.
“I want you to make me a father. I need all your stuff scattered all over my house, so I see you everywhere.”
“Nikolai,” I whisper as a tear spirals down my cheek.
“I need you, Abigail. Now and forever and every day in between.” I start to nod, then whimper, “Yes to all of that.”
A grin spreads over his face. “So you’ll marry me?” “Nope. Not until I get my romantic dinner.”
“Christ, you drive me insane,” he grumbles before he pushes me up against the tiles, desperate to be inside me again.