Right now, I want to sink to my knees, pull down his pants, and feel him. The pull shocks me. I crave having him in my mouth. I need him to use me. Nikolai lets go of my fingers and toys with my hair, eyes on the choker I’m still wearing, and they flare with satisfaction, something so purely male, it makes me throb.
“You were so good for me yesterday, Rose. So very good. In fact, you did your job so well, I owe you a reward.”
I shift a little closer to him, and his fingers sink into my hair, holding my head as our gazes lock. The air shifts, charged, tense.
“What kind of reward?”
His eyes turn dark, glittering, but his mouth curves a little. “If you fucking say you want chocolate or ice cream, I’m kicking you out of my room.”
“No. No, I just asked.” It’s a minefield with him, one I seem to like dancing through.
“Don’t fucking ask, just fucking do. Don’t think I’m going to make rewards a habit.” His free hand drifts down along my spine to rest just above my ass and he pushes me into him. I moan as my hips hit his, his cock poking at my stomach.
“Eager fucking thing, aren’t you? I know you’re wet. Are you aching for me?” He slides his hand down from my ass to push inside me, just enough to feel how slick I am for him. “So fucking wet. Are you aching?
Do you want me, Rose?”
I want to close my eyes and I start to tremble, barely able to put complete sentences together. “Yes, I ache. Yes, I want you. Happy?”
“Very.” Nikolai releases me and turns, crawling to lay back on his bed. I hesitate, not sure what he wants me to do. It’s one thing, fantasizing, and it’s another to actually take control. I’ve never had sex and- are we? Are we going to do that final act?
My heart skitters. I swallow and he looks at me from slitted eyes.
“Rose, get your fucking ass up here and sit on my fucking face.”
I completely freeze. “Your face?”
He laughs. It’s rough, gravelly, full of lust and need. “I know you understand what I’m asking.”
“I… I haven’t ever done that before.” I feel my cheeks growing redder by the second.
“Consider this something off your bucket list. I want your cunt, Rose. Don’t make me wait.”
He holds out his hand, and with a deep breath, I slip mine into his fingers. For some reason, it feels more intimate of a gesture than what he’s asking me to do. My pulse is a thundering storm in my chest.
He pulls me to him as he guides me onto the bed, making me sit on his chest first.
“Now that,” he says, taking me in, “is a view to die for. Come here.”
He pulls me up and positions me, hands on my thighs, then coaxes me down to sit. On his face. I’m mortified, but I can’t think straight, lust clouding my thoughts, so I just let it happen.
He starts to stroke against my clit with his nose, then my pussy, and it’s gossamer soft, the sweetest tease. A shiver rushes my blood. This is new; it’s exciting, like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. I expect him to guide me, pull me back, bark orders, but he doesn’t. He seems content to explore the moment, and let me… sit.
I could get used to-
Then he swipes out his tongue, sliding it into me, licking my inner and outer lips, sucking and biting, and a jolt of pure fire shoots through me as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh fucking hell.” I don’t know where that came from, but I’m not in full control of my senses right now, not with what he’s doing to me.
“Mmm,” is his answering moan, and the sound reverberates against my clit, my entire body jerking in response. I’m so aroused, ripples run through me, full of pleasure, of anticipation, and I want more.
I grasp at the wall as I try to hold still and let him do what he wants, but he adds his fingers, and soon, the ripples are flooding rivers, riptides sweeping me away and suddenly, it’s not enough. I want to reach that spot. I can feel it, how he edges towards it, back and forward, driving me insane until I’m grinding down on him.
Everything is focused on my pussy. On his tongue. His fingers. His teeth. The heat and wetness of him is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt and it’s still not enough.
I’m pushing down on him, rocking, grinding, trying to catch that wave, and soon, I explode, screaming his name as I come. He doesn’t stop. I try and pull away, my nerves sensitive, too sensitive, but he curls his free hand tight around my thigh, pinning me against him.
Nikolai keeps going, and soon it smooths from too much into a strange pressure deep inside, like something big is coming, like I need to pee, but everything, my entire being, resounds with the waves of an orgasm that suddenly crash over me.
I shake, like I’m coming apart at the seams, and the pleasure is all consuming, like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s a throb that comes from everywhere all at once, and I scream again, louder, my voice wobbling as I push down hard against him.
Nikolai still doesn’t stop. He curls in fingers inside me and strokes, and that wave starts again. This time, I can’t scream. My voice is locked up, and this is wave is different again. It’s a bloom of heat and wonder from where he’s stroking, like he’s found my magic place, my secret self.
I come; I come so hard, it’s like something breaks in me, and it keeps undulating that deep, violent, sweet pleasure. I’m sure I’m spilling juices on him, but I can’t stop and finally, I collapse and roll off him because his touch is torture, too much.
He doesn’t let me relax for long, though. As soon as I’ve moved off him, he grabs me and pulls me back to him, rolling us over and kissing me so hard and deep, I can taste myself. His face is wet and he’s making growling, groaning sounds as he plunders my mouth.
The kiss is violent, raw-edged lust. It’s the dark and the light, all the secrets held now spilled. It’s sweet, right in the center, a sweetness I only taste for a moment. It’s enough to crack something open, enough for him to end the kiss.
Then he rolls away and gets up, grabbing his shirt and wiping his face.
I’m boneless, open, weak, sprawled on his bed. My brain is wafting and little ripples of sweetness rock through me here and there, tiny aftershocks.
“Get out, Rose.” He’s still sporting an erection and he’s still the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And- I stare at him. Working out what he said.
“Get the fuck out. Now.”
Swallowing hard, I try and get up. I slip down, embarrassing myself as my knees shake, but I manage to get up. I take a step and stagger, almost falling before I right myself. He doesn’t come to help. He doesn’t move at all. I get to the door and grip it, needing a second to get my legs working properly, to breathe.
He finally speaks again, and when he does, all emotion in his voice is gone, like it’s dead, nothing but sun-bleached bones. “Go, Rose. Now.”
I take a step.
“I want you to remember this, little Rose.” “Kicking me out?” I ask.
“No. Remember that while I can punish you, I can also reward you. How you play it is up to you and my mood. Now get the fuck out. I’ve work to do.”
I don’t need to be told again. I run out of his room, naked and not caring, and I don’t stop until I get to my own.
I’m a mess.
I’m lost.
And I don’t know what to do.