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Nikolai
After morning sex and Chelle’s champagne brunch Sunday, I feel like a king.
No, more like I’ve been reborn. For the last four years, my bratva cell was my entire world. Ravil was the most benevolent dictator-all-seeing, generous, inclusive. Living all together on the top floor of this building was everything to me.
When things changed, I lost my way. My identity. What to live for.
Now, with this place, with Chelle running around naked doing my bidding, I feel like life restarted.
“Come here, Freckles.” I slide out and turn one of the barstools at the breakfast bar around. “Climb up here.” I pat it.
She comes over, her nipples beaded up and perky. I grasp her waist and lift her onto the bar stool.
“Good girl.”
Her gaze is both interested and wary. She trusts me, though. More and more. And I fucking love the way that trust feels.
I’d been lost before she came here. Empty. Feeling like I had no real purpose in life. Now I’ve found it. It’s turning Chelle on. Earning her trust. Watching her bloom like the most exotic, delicate flower.
I pick up a length of rope and wrap it around her calves, binding them to the legs of the barstool, so her knees are open, the sweet pink heart of her sex exposed to me. She squirms on the seat.
I catch her gaze. “Turned on?”
She nods.
“That’s too bad because I’m going to make you wait for it today. Do not disobey me and come without permission this time, or there will be serious consequences.”
“I don’t really think I can help it,” she complains.
“Then, by all means, test me,” I dare and watch her throat bob as she swallows.
She looks beautiful, her chestnut hair tumbling across her shoulders, her face flushed, pretty lips parted. Her tongue darts out to lick them, and I have to rearrange my package.
I wind the rope around her ribs and waist, binding her to the seat back, but leaving her breasts free for me to play with. “Give me your wrists,” I command from behind her. She hesitates, then holds her arms behind her for me to grasp and behind together.
I walk around to the front of her and survey my work.
It’s fucking deadly.
I mean, she’s so hot the apartment is in danger of combusting.
I pull out my phone to snap a picture, and she freaks out.
“Hard limit!” she yelps immediately, jerking at the bonds. “No photos. I mean it, Nikolai.”
“Okay, Freckles.” I toss my phone on the counter to calm her down. “I would never share it, is that what you’re afraid of?”
“Hard limit,” is all she can say, but the depth of her reaction makes me think there’s more to it.
“Hm.” I saunter toward her and put a knuckle under her chin to lift it. “What happened?”
She struggles against the bonds again, and I slide my hand under her hair to cup her nape. “Easy, Freckles. I don’t want you to chafe.” I stare down at her, massaging her neck and waiting until her breath deepens. “You’re quite obviously at my mercy here.” I pick up the bottle of peppermint oil I bought for the occasion and dab a bit on each of her nipples, then swirl it around to rub it in.
She blinks at me, then drags her lower lip between her teeth with a hiss when the burn starts to set in.
“I asked you a question.” I keep my tone casual and conversational, circling her without letting my fingertips stray from her body.
She squirms in her seat.
“There’s a story behind the photos, I can tell.”
Her belly puffs out and sucks in on a deep breath. “How can you tell?”
I smile. “Don’t answer a question with a question, zayka.” I pinch one of her nipples and hold it tight between my fingers until she gasps. I release it. “Talk to me. I want to know what happened.”
“Rob Sharke,” she gasps.
I stand in front of her and slide my hands up and down her thighs, squeezing every now and then.
“He shared photos of you?”
She nods. “He was my boyfriend in high school. Well, I thought he was my boyfriend. He was just trying to get laid-a total player. He took me to senior prom. I had sex with him.” She shrugs. “He broke up with me the following week.”
Now I understand why she hates players. I hate that she bundled me with such an asshole, but I get it. This is why she had to be roped into sex with a contract and a deadline. She’s afraid to give it freely now because it was taken in bad faith before.
I feel the spark of vengeance kindle in my gut. The need to hurt the asshole for her. “And the photos?” There’s a dangerous edge to my voice.
She nods. “You guessed it. The next summer I found out all the guys from high school had been privy to them. At least I’d already graduated, but I’ve never felt so violated.”I straighten. “Tell me where to find him, and I’ll break both his arms.”
She lets out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“Perfectly sane. And very dangerous when truly angered. Give me a name, and he’ll pay for his crimes against you.”
She shakes her head. “That’s wrong, Nikolai.” Even so, I can tell she likes it. There’s a smile still playing around the corners of her mouth and ease returns to her body.
“Offer stands.” I return to tweaking her nipples. Then I pick up the little bullet vibrator I also bought and slide it between her legs. I move slowly, making her watch it and wriggle in anticipation. I tuck it between her nether lips, flush against her clit and she moans.
“You like that, little bunny?”
She moans louder.
I hold her throat lightly, tracing my thumb down the front of it. “Answer my question, zayka.”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I leave her that way and walk behind her, out of her line of sight.
“Nikolai?”
I don’t answer.
“Wait, what are you doing?” A thread of panic rings in her voice.
“Letting you simmer,” I reply. “Remember that you don’t have permission to come.”
“Oh my God,” she moans. “This is crazy. You can’t do this to me. Nikolai?”
“Be good,” I warn.
I leave to wash my hands with soap to make sure the peppermint oil is gone before I move to the next stage of my plan. I put on her favorite song, “Low,” or at least the one she danced to in her kitchen because it has now become my favorite.
When I walk around to the front of her, she’s in a semi-trance like state, her head lolling, her eyes dilated. She rolls her hips slowly forward and back over the vibrator, looking like the most beautiful eye candy I’ve ever seen.
“Blyad,’ Chelle.” I give my dick a hard squeeze over my jeans. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
She straightens her spine. “Then do it.” Her voice has a pleading quality. She squirms against the ropes. “Please, Nikolai.”
I’m convinced.
I walk behind her and start to untie her wrists. “I’m not going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours this time,” I warn her.”Oh God,” she murmurs.
I grasp her throat from behind and bring my lips to her ear. “You ready to get your ass fucked by me?”
She whimpers.
“I think you are.” I pause in my untying. “Or do you need more time with the vibrator?”
“No,” she says quickly, then backpedals. “I mean, I don’t know… ”
I chuckle. “You liked it last night when I fucked you with the plug.”
“You are so dirty,” she says like she’s offended, except I hear levity in her voice.
“You like it dirty,” I counter. I get her hands untied and work on her torso. The ropes were fun, and she looked beautiful, but now I can’t get them off her fast enough. “Next time I’m going to tie you in a position I can fuck you in,” I mutter and she laughs.
I free her completely, but hold her in place when she starts to jump down from the barstool. “Uh uh.” I push the bullet vibe inside her, still running, then heft her over my shoulder.
“Oh my God, Nikolai!” she giggles as I walk her to the bedroom. I give her ass a slap before I drop her in the middle of the bed.
“On your knees and elbows, zayka,” I command.
She rolls over and climbs into position.
I curse in Russian because she looks so hot. The vibrator hums between her legs, making her pussy leak with juices. Grabbing the lubricant, I apply a generous amount to her anus then to my cock.
She doesn’t resist this time. Humming softly, she pushes back to take me, and I press forward. She lets out a wanton cry-half pain, half pleasure as my head passes through the tight ring of muscles.
“Nikolai,” she sobs.
I go slowly, feeding her inch by inch until my cock is fully seated. I wait, watching her bowed back move with her pants. When she sags a little, I begin to slowly pump.
She lets out a cry with each movement, but I hear the satisfaction in her notes. She grows louder with each one, throwing my name in every once in a while.
“You can touch yourself, zayka.”
“Ohhhhhh,” she moans as she reaches between her legs to rub her clit. “Nikolai, may I please come?”
I curse again in Russian, my balls drawing up. She’s so fucking sweet. “Da,” I grunt. “Come, little bunny.”
I grip her hips and pound in faster, taking care not to be too rough.
Her moans and shrieks send me over the edge, and I thrust in harder and faster, lights dancing in front of my eyes.
“Come, Chelle,” I croak right before I hurtle across the finish line. I squeeze the sides of her ass too tight, giving her short little thrusts as I come and come like I’ll never stop.
When I finish, I reach underneath her hips to help. “Did you come?” I ask hoarsely, rubbing her clit.
She cries out, and her entire pelvic floor tightens and draws up, squeezing my dick more than I would’ve thought possible. She moans and moans as it rolls through her, and I rub her clit the whole time. As soon as she goes still, I ease out.
“Nikolai,” she gasps. I love hearing my name in that torn, raspy voice. “Oh my God.”
I kiss her shoulder and tug the bullet vibe out. She collapses on the bed like I melted her bones. I wash up in the bathroom and bring a washcloth to clean her.
“Mmm,” she hums softly.
“Worth it,” I mutter to myself.
She rolls to her back, her small breasts separating, her nipples still stiff. “What is?”
“You.”
Her gaze meets mine, and she’s not my little firecracker. She looks vulnerable, like she wants to believe me, but is afraid there’s some trick.
I palm her breast and lean over to give her a slow, open-mouthed kiss. I want to tell her she can trust me. That we won’t break up now that we’ve had sex, but I realize it’s irrelevant. I can’t heal her wounds if she doesn’t want me. And Chelle’s never going to accept what I am. Who I am.