Chelle
I sleep until ten. I’m not used to sleeping naked. Or waking up sore and well-used. It all feels deliciously dirty.
I stretch in Nikolai’s wonderfully comfortable bed and look around. He’s not in the bedroom. I hear rustling coming from the living room.
Part of me wants to hide here in the bedroom. Maybe go back to sleep and delay the awkwardness, but I find myself magnetized to Nikolai’s presence. Even though I packed two suitcases of my own clothes, I open his drawers until I find one of his soft undershirts, and I pull it on and pad to the living room.
If I’d forgotten overnight what Nikolai is, it all comes rushing back. He’s devastatingly sexy, looking freshly showered and dressed. He’s sitting on his couch with a laptop and stacks of cash in front of him. I shove down the judgement and anxiety his occupation brings and walk over. “On a scale of one to ten, how illegal is what you do?” I ask, waving a hand at the money.
His sexy lips quirk. “Come here.” He holds an arm out to me.
I walk over, and he tugs me onto his lap, his hands immediately exploring under the t-shirt. I squirm as he cups one breast at the same time he strokes my upper thigh.”You look beautiful in my shirt,” he murmurs, his teeth scoring my shoulder.
I squirm some more, getting turned on by his obvious attraction for me.
“I was going to insist you stay naked when you’re in my apartment, but I guess I’ll let you leave it on for now.”
I squeeze my thighs together, both turned on and offended by his words. All I can manage to say is, “Meep.”
I never considered he would make me stay naked. I really didn’t know what to expect when we made this arrangement. My imagination couldn’t conjure much more than being tied up or spanked again.
Both of those scenarios excite me.
The idea of being forced to be naked shocks me, but it also makes me wet and hot, so I guess on some level I must like it.
“What do you like for breakfast? I have yogurt. Or eggs. Or we can order in.”
“I usually eat yogurt,” I tell him, sliding off his lap. I decide to act like I own the place rather than slink around and ask permission. I open his refrigerator and find my favorite brand and flavor of yogurt- the Greek kind with mango chunks. “This yogurt’s great,” I tell him as I crack it open. I find a spoon and walk back to the living room to watch him place wraps on the money and stack it up.
“How much did you make?” I drop onto the sofa beside him.
“Twenty. Not a great night.” He shrugs. “And I shouldn’t have told you that. Don’t ask me about business again, okay? It’s for your own protection. You don’t want to become a potential witness or an accessory.”
My heart thuds against my breastbone, that fight-or-flight cold washing over me. I can’t decide if I’m scared for myself or for him.
He looks at me. “It’s low on the scale.” I realize he’s answering my earlier question. “Hardly illegal at all.”
I eat my yogurt slowly, savoring the smooth creaminess. “How did you get into the mafia?”
“Bratva.”
“What?”
“Russian mafiya is called bratva. For brotherhood. My brother and I were recruited out of secondary.”
“What is secondary? Like middle school?”
Nikolai’s forehead wrinkles. “No, it’s the end of schooling. You call it high school, I guess.””How old were you?”
“Seventeen.” The money is stacked, and Nikolai shuts the laptop and sits back. “My brother’s girlfriend was dying of cancer. He heard about this treatment. You know, he thought it could save her life. I got the bratva to loan us the money.” He shrugs. “Of course, we couldn’t pay it back. The trade was for our lives.”
My breakfast sinks to the bottom of my stomach. I don’t know why I never considered how Nikolai got in. I sort of made the assumption that he likes money and flashy cars and sex with lots of women, and that’s why he does what he does.
I digest everything he said. “So you and your brother are twins?” I remember the guy who looked just like him, except with glasses, from the hotel suite.
“Da.”
“What’s his name?”
“Dima.”
“And what happened with his girlfriend?”
“Dead.”
I figured, but it still makes me sad. “I’m sorry.”
“It was a long time ago. He has a new girlfriend now. They moved away a few months ago, so she could go to school.”
Once more, Nikolai becomes sharply in focus as a three-dimensional human. I realize he sounded a little wooden on the last part and reach out to touch his knee. “Is that hard for you?”
He doesn’t answer for a moment, which is answer enough. I would imagine in his line of business they don’t like to show weakness. Not that missing your twin brother is a weakness. “It’s all right,” he says slowly. “They come back most weekends, and I see him on video calls. But yeah, it’s not the same.” He looks toward the stunning view of the lake. “It’s not so much that I miss him, as I…” He trails off and shakes his head, like he wants to dismiss the whole conversation.
I catch his hand in mine. The gesture feels both shocking and familiar. I mean, I had sex with this guy last night, but we’re not exactly intimate. We’re not lovers; we’re just sex partners. I think I’m more surprised at my instinct to hold his hand than anything. “What?” I ask softly, even though I know if he answers, if he tells me his innermost rumblings, we’ll diverge into something else.
Beyond sex.
He looks at me, that suggestive naughtiness in the hint of his smile. “I need a hobby now.”My nipples tighten. “So I’m that hobby for the month?” I guess.
His smile stretches, making him look more boyish. “Exactly, Freckles. Torturing you will be my entertainment.”
Bubbles of excitement fizz and pop inside me.
“Speaking of which, have you told Zane he doesn’t owe me any payments for now? Otherwise, he’s going to be robbing some other girl of expensive rings.”
I hesitate.”Do you want me to let him know?”
“No,” I say quickly. Zane will probably flip out over this. “I’ll do it.” I take my yogurt container and spoon to the kitchen then go to the bedroom to text Zane.
I made a deal with Nikolai. You don’t have to worry about making payments anymore.
I know Nikolai said, for now, but that’s because he’s not cancelling the debt until I’ve completed the full thirty days. After last night, I’m certain I won’t fail. Sex with Nikolai is no hardship. Neither is living in his gorgeous apartment.
Yes, I’m at his beck and call, and he will probably make me do all kinds of things I’ve never tried, but that gets me hot. I’m the kind of person who needs to have boundaries pushed or I’d never try anything. No, the hardest thing about spending a month under Nikolai’s rule will be not getting emotionally involved.
Zane calls immediately.
Dammit.
I don’t really want to pick up. I don’t want to go into this with him. But if I don’t, he’ll keep calling. I answer the call.
“Hi.”
“What did you do?” Fear rings in his voice.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m taking care of things. You just keep your nose out of the coke and get your grades back on track.”
“Chelle. What did you do?”
“I made a deal with Nikolai. Everything is fine.”
“What. Deal?”
“You don’t need to know the details. It’s nothing horrible.”
“The hell it’s not! You don’t know these guys! Chelle, is it sex? Did you whore-”
I end the call, hot tears spearing my eyes. Now I feel like a whore. What felt fun and exciting a minute ago now feels shameful, dark, and dirty.
“He flipped out, didn’t he?” Nikolai stands in the bedroom doorway, watching me. I blink rapidly, trying to shove the tears back down my throat. “Yeah, well. He’s afraid of you.”
“No, he’s pissed. I would probably think less of him if he wasn’t. I’ll let him punch my face when I see him. I deserve it.”
Nikolai’s words don’t make me feel better. Not at all. I stare at him bleakly.
“Hey.” He crosses the room and reaches for me. When I hug myself with my arms, he settles his hands on my waist and tries to catch my gaze. “You’re safe with me. You know that, right?”
I try to swallow down the lump in my throat.
“You’re not a prisoner. You can leave any time.”
Gah. The tears won’t stop threatening to spill. My jaw works, trying to keep it all in.
“See, this is why sex shouldn’t be a transaction,” he says with an exasperated exhale. “Are you feeling cheap?”
One tear spills down my cheek, and I finally drag my gaze up to his face. He brushes it away with his thumb. “You’re the one who wouldn’t invite me up,” he accuses.
I can’t help it-a watery laugh tumbles out of my lips.
For just a minute, I let myself imagine what would’ve happened if I’d invited him up. But I can’t. Because I wouldn’t. Nikolai is not a guy I would actually date, and I don’t do casual sex.
Our gazes lock and hold, and the corners of Nikolai’s lips curve. “Come on. You like the idea of being my slave. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
The tight fist clenching beneath my ribs loosens. Some of the sexiness I felt as a result of our deal flows back in. Gratitude for his ability to throw that switch in me washes the rest of the shame and judgement away. I reach for his face and pull it down to mine, giving him a kiss. I suddenly want to climb him like a tree. To reward him for being so damn kind to me through this whole process. From the minute I barged in on his game trying to give him my car until now, he’s been a hundred times more considerate than I’ve expected.
His hand cups my ass as he returns the kiss. “What was that for?” he asks when we break apart.
“I just… it was a thank you. Because you’ve been amazing.”
“Amazing, huh?” He unbuttons his jeans. “Why don’t you show me your gratitude?”I lick my lips, the nerves I had last night returning as I sink to my knees in front of him. It’s not that I don’t know how to give a blowjob. I totally do. I think I’m pretty good at it. I just want Nikolai to think so.
You don’t have to perform. His words from last night echo against the walls I built for myself, and I’m filled with even more gratitude. I grasp the base of his cock and stroke it.
His cock lengthens in my grasp, bobbing for me. I flick my tongue against his frenulum and then swirl it there.
“That’s it, little bunny. Let me see that pretty mouth of yours stretch around my cock.”
I lift my gaze to his and hold it as I part my lips and slowly take him into my mouth. He shudders, his balls drawing up and releasing, his cock thickening and lengthening even more. I taste the salt of his essence as I concentrate my sucking around the head then take him deeper, into the pocket of my cheek.
“Mmm, that’s so hot, Freckles. You look so good when you suck my dick.”
His words are crass, but they turn me on. I attempt to take him deeper, into the back of my throat. I’m not good at it-I usually gag, but I want to try. He holds still, and I go slowly, working on relaxing the muscles of my throat to take him deeper, deeper. When I lift my gaze again, he’s right there with me, watching closely like he understands I was testing my own boundaries. I pop off for a minute to let my jaw relax.
“Now I’m going to need that shirt to come off.” He tugs it over my head, then pinches one of my nipples. “You have the sweetest tits.”
I cover them with my hands. “By sweetest, do you mean smallest?”
He pulls my fingers away and holds them taut above my head, pinned together with one hand. With the other, he slaps the side of one of my breasts lightly two times-a punitive little spank. “I mean perfect.” He pinches the other nipple and holds it clamped between his fingers, which makes me gasp as my pussy grows slick.
When he releases my hands, I return to my job, grasping his cock and feeding his length into my mouth. I swirl my tongue underneath it, then use my hand to pump as I take him in and out, so it feels like all of him is in. All the while, my hips undulate and swirl, my own arousal growing stronger with every bit of pleasure I give.
“You’re so pretty on your knees.” Nikolai gathers my hair at the back of my head, then uses it to push my face over his cock. He’s in control now-nothing for me to do, but follow his lead. It’s degrading, but I love it. I like feeling used by him, an object for his pleasure.
I don’t want to unpack why or what it says about me.
Nikolai’s movements grow faster, jerkier. More frantic. I hold onto his powerful thighs for stability, and I feel them shake as he grows close to climax. “Are you going to be a good girl and swallow?”
I attempt to nod around the cock stuffed in my mouth, humming my agreement, even though I’ve never managed to swallow before.
Nikolai says something in Russian that sounds like a curse, then lets out a string of words before his balls draw up tight, and he comes. His cum is hot and salty hitting the back of my throat. I pull off in surprise, reminding myself to relax my gag reflex. I swallow it down, then take him into my mouth to suck again, drawing another orgasm from him.
He continues to speak in Russian, caressing my head and stroking my cheek. Then he grasps my elbows and pulls me to stand. “Come here, little bunny. I know you need to come, too.” He bends me over the edge of the bed and gives my ass a flurry of slaps. All I can do is let out cries of surprise-ohs and ahs-as the shock mingles pleasure with pain.
“Stay there, zayka. Don’t move.”
I obey, my face buried in the soft covers of his bed. I hear him open a drawer, but I don’t look. There’s something about the anticipation-not knowing what he’s going to do with me-that makes this moment all the hotter.
He can’t screw me because he just orgasmed, so what will it be? What is he planning?
He returns and slaps my ass a few more times, making me jump and buck. When he runs his fingers between my legs, I hear the slickness of my arousal coating my flesh.
He pries my cheeks apart and I jolt with surprise. “Hold still, bunny,” he instructs. A drop of something cold lands between my cheeks, and he massages it over my anus.
My heart beats hard against my ribs. I both want this and don’t want it at the same time. It’s scary and exciting. A cool metal object pressed against my anus.
I tighten and try to straighten, but Nikolai pushes my torso back down.
“Relax, Freckles. I’m going to plug your ass, and you’re going to like it. I have to get you ready for my cock.”
I’m still not so sure, but he’s applying gentle pressure at my back entrance.
“Exhale and push,” he instructs.
I hold my breath for a moment as I struggle to accept what’s happening. But even as I resist, the pleasure of having my anus probed takes over the shame of it. I force myself to relax and push, as he ordered, and the plug slides forward.
“Oh! Ohhh,” I moan as it stretches me.
“Take it, Chelle.” He dribbles more lube over the plug and teases me with it, fucking my ass with the end.
It feels wonderful. Horrible and wonderful. I love-hate it.
My pussy feels far too empty, and I reach my arm underneath me to touch it.
“That’s right, zayka. Play with that pretty pussy while I play with your ass. You have permission to come whenever you’re ready.”
Permission to come.
I’d already forgotten his rule from last night. The one I broke.
My fingers sink into my pussy without me even trying-I’m so wet and plump down there it’s like a foreign land.
Nikolai fucks me with the plug, teasing my ass for a series of pumps before pushing it a little deeper each time. Stretching me wider with each go.
I moan, feverish with the need to come but not ready yet. I have to hold too still for Nikolai; I want more in my pussy. But it all feels so good. So deliriously satisfying in the most hedonistic way possible. Nikolai pushes the bulbous plug in all the way, which is both a relief and a disappointment, because I want more. But he’s not done. He continues to fuck me with it, pulling it out and pushing it in. I plunge my own fingers inside my pussy-multiple fingers. I’ve never felt myself this way-like a freaking river down there!
“Please,” I start to beg. “Please, Nikolai. Oh, please.”
He growls and kicks my legs wider. “Move your fingers.” His roughened voice gets me even hotter. I move my fingers, and he starts to slap my pussy-short, sharp slaps over my folds, hitting my clit. They sting and satisfy in a way my own fingers hadn’t. When he coordinates it with the ass-fucking, I completely lose my mind.
I start begging, or maybe screaming. Definitely making noises I can’t control. Nikolai spanks harder, and I yip, then frantically reach for my pussy with both hands, bucking over my fingers as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
When it’s over, I nearly pass out. I’m dizzy and limp and completely wrung out.
Nikolai lifts me the rest of the way to the bed, and I lie there with my mind blown for what could have been hours. Maybe it was only minutes.
I really don’t know.
All I know is that my world just expanded in ways I didn’t think were possible.
I finally manage to roll myself onto my back and blink my eyes open.
“There you are.” Nikolai holds out a glass of water. It takes effort just to push myself onto my forearms to drink.
“That was insane,” I pant between sips.
Nikolai’s smile is smug.
“I’m just getting started, Freckles.”