Rosalind
I dance around my bedroom, half giggling at the ridiculous voice I put on in my head as I imagine myself curtseying to an invisible partner. In my head, it’s Nikolai. Nikolai, who was heart-stoppingly hot, killer-
level gorgeous, dangerous and debonair tonight.
I close my eyes, and his voice runs through me. I shiver as I remember what he sounded like when he asked what wine I’d like, when we poured over the menu and he told me to order something for us both… told, because Nikolai is Nikolai. The sweetness, his wit, the way his eyes were dark and warm and intimate on me were all there, for me.
There was a world there, a new one, and it was a different kind of dangerous. My heart raced, my pulse leapt and danced, and it felt a lot like tumbling down into something exhilarating, like no one else existed besides him and I.
I laughed and touched because it was my job and I wanted to please him. I remember all of it-how he said all those sweet things, how he teased. How he waited outside the bathroom and kissed me, pushed his fingers into me and-
Okay, so I’m a little buzzed. Okay, a lot buzzed, maybe a little drunk, but it’s a drunk that lowers barriers, not one that takes away my control.
What I’m doing is wrong, though, even if it feels right.
It doesn’t matter that he took me against my will, that I’m his prisoner. He turns me on, so much I can’t see straight. That softer Nikolai, the date Nikolai, the hint of the man he might have been if he’d chosen a different line of work, a different life; he’s seductive beyond reason.
It was an act, but he’s in there, somewhere. Right? Nikolai’s showed no interest in play acting beyond upping the ante in public. He wants me to act, not him.
“Careful, Rosalind,” I whisper. “You’re being insane.”
I am. My brand of insanity doesn’t stop me wanting him, though. I’ve never been this turned on, this aroused like this, before in my life-I’m actually going crazy. I can’t think straight.
I spin once more, then I stop and stare in the mirror. This dress is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever worn. It’s like it was made for me. My cheeks are pink from a flush that ripples beneath the surface of my skin. I know he had it made for me.
“If you go to him and seduce him, maybe he’ll let you go.” The words sit in the air after I’ve said them.
“If you make him take you, then it’s a win, Rosalind.” Those words sit there, too.
“That handsome asshole walked in and kissed you on the cheek and said goodnight and left. After he said he’d make you come if you were good. Did he? No. He left, like an asshole.”
I narrow my eyes in the mirror. I’ve made up my mind, and I suck in a heavy breath, steeling my nerves for what I’m about to do.
The door to his room is open when I get there, and he’s sitting on the sofa with a glass of amber liquid in hand.
Nikolai turns as I enter, taking me in. We’re both still dressed, except his shoes and socks are off, dress jacket, too. His ruby cufflinks glint on the coffee table, and his snow-white sleeves are down. “Didn’t I send you to bed?”
I shrug in the most seductive way I can muster. “I’m not good at listening sometimes.”
When I don’t leave, he sets down his drink and rises.
“Go to bed, Rose.” Taking my wrist, he leads me to the door.
“Nikolai, let go. Please.”
He turns and stops. A beat passes, one that makes the air grow taut. I look up at him as he drops my wrist, struggling to breathe. I don’t break our eye contacts as I unzip the dress and let it fall. I’m there, facing him in the hall, in just the collar, garter belt, stockings, and heels. Nothing else.
“I want you. I know it’s wrong, but I do. Please, Nikolai. Please.”
He still doesn’t speak, just looks, taking his fill. Suddenly, his fingers are soft and light on my cheek, and I yelp as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, his hand high on my thighs. He strides into his room, tossing me on the bed, and as I part my thighs for him, his eyes turn dark fire.
Sliding onto the bed next to me, he doesn’t take his time. He strokes his fingers along my pussy and I whimper. Nikolai smiles and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking a moment.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Rose.”
I can’t help it; I pout at him. “Why not? You want me. I know you do. I felt you all night.”
“It’s called a fucking cock, Rose. An erection. You’re hot, gorgeous and willing. I’d have to be dead not to get a hard on around you.”
I give a little groan. “But I want you. I’m going insane.” In my head, I know this sounds batshit, desperate. He kidnapped me and now I’m basically begging him to fuck me, but I can’t stop myself. I reach out for him, but he takes my hand before I can touch him.
“Rose.” It’s the voice of demand. An order. My breath catches-I think I’m aroused even more, if that’s possible. “You’re hard to resist, but I’m not fucking you.”
He kisses me. It’s a wild, erotic kiss. His mouth is hot and demanding, full of dark promises that drive me higher with need. His tongue tangles with mine and his fingers play with my pussy, dipping inside, teasing until I’m shaking. Then he kisses a trail along my chin, my throat, nipping, biting until he moves down to my breasts to suck hard on a nipple.
Plunging his fingers into me, he bites down, and the sharp shock shatters me. Violent lightning, made of pleasure, strikes my clit, nipple, inside me, and he curls his fingers as I come so hard, I scream.
Nikolai’s strokes soften, an undulating rhythm that leads me through the over sensitivity and onto a different path, one heading to more pleasure like before, and my hips start to rise with each pull of his fingers.
His mouth whispers up, following a trail of kisses to my mouth, then to my ear. “Sweet fucking Rose, you are beyond responsive. A symphony that’s all mine.”
“Yes.” The word tears from me, thick, heavy, and he comes back, keeping me hovering in pleasure, the leisurely strokes of his fingers not stopping as he takes my mouth again.
This kiss is different, like a meeting of the charming man at the restaurant and the demanding man I know here. This is him, the real him. The words swirl in my brain, and I don’t know if they’re true, but to me, they are. I can’t get enough of him. Hot and heavy and deep kisses. Things that make the world shift, cocooning us like no one or nothing exists but us. Here. This place. Intoxicating, dreamy, and I’m drugged, flying high, leaning into him.
Each time his mouth pulls back, I follow, like I need it, need him, these kisses, like I need to breathe. I’m lost in him, and I want more.
Nikolai moves back, rising, but his fingers in me don’t stop. The air smells like sex; tension and need hang heavy around us. “What you do,
Rose…”
“You won’t let me do anything.”
Nikolai’s eyes narrow as he laughs. “Holy mother fucking hell. You…” He shakes his head. “I don’t think there’s anyone like you.”
“There better not be.” I stop, mouth agape, horrified those words came from me. I have no place to demand loyalty and yet, I want it from him. Maybe I’m the fucked up one here.
Nikolai just gazes at me. “Jealous? Possessive? My little prisoner doesn’t like to share.”
I keep my mouth shut and the bastard kisses me, a lesson in seduction, the slow tease of soft kisses. Then, a nudge with his tongue against the seam of my lips. I open for him and his tongue slides in, a slow tango, and I melt.
“Answer me,” he demands as he draws back, his breath on my lips.
“Are you asking if I have another?”
“I…” I glare. “Yes.”
He shakes his head with a knowing smirk. “No one, sweet Rose, holds even a spark to the shine of you. Besides, you’re a fulltime job.”
“I’m a job?”
He laughs a little, and it bruises my heart, just a little. “Rose, yeah, you are. Which is why, right now, I’m not fucking you.”
I swallow. “I want your skin on mine. I deserve a reward.”
“You don’t get to ask for a reward, Rose.” He laughs again, which only spurs me on.
“I’ll only touch, not…”
He considers me and then finally, he rises, pulling free from my arms. A mewl escapes me as he does. I’m suddenly so empty. He strips off his shirt, gaze never leaving my face. That sculpted tattooed chest and those abs- they’re scorching. Then he drops his pants and pulls down his boxer briefs -did I say scorching? Deadly.
“Oh. God.”
I thought he looked good dressed, but that’s nothing compared to naked, erect Nikolai. His cock really is big and thick. I know I’ve had it down my throat, but it’s different when I’m staring at it head on. It’s beautiful, and I want to touch, kiss, take him down my throat again.
This man is the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.
I half rise, reaching to touch him, and he thrusts into my hand as I close it around him. He’s hard, skin like hot silk, and the pre-cum beading at the tip helps me slide my hand up and down.
Nikolai sucks in a hiss of a breath. “Harder, tighter, Rose.”
I obey. The sight of him thrusting into my fist is definitely fantasy material. Combined with the pleasure scoring his face, I think it’s the most erotic thing I’ve seen. The air could sizzle, it’s that hot.
He leans down to the bed, still thrusting into my hand, and he takes my mouth again in a devastating kiss that spins my world.
“Wait.” Nikolai stills and pulls free, his fingers back, pushing into me, his cock against my thigh as he kisses me once more. When he brings me to the edge for the second time, he stops. It’s deliberate, I know, because the rumble of his laugh reverberates against my throat.
I go for him again. I want him inside me, but he’s not playing the game I want. He rises up on his haunches, eyes glittering as they take me in, spread and open and wanting before him. He dips his fingers into me, then uses that wetness to slowly tease my clit. It’s torture. Pure, glorious torture.
“Nikolai.”
“Fair’s fair, Rose.”
“I hate you.”
“What did I tell you about misbehaving?”
He picks up one of my legs and kisses my ankle, resting it on his shoulder.
“You’ll punish me?”
An eyebrow rises. “You want me to punish you?”
“You said you would make me yours, make me beg. I’m begging.”
He tsks, a smile spreading across his face. “Oh, Rose, you’re clever, but you’re not getting the punishment you want. Maybe a different one.” He slides his hand up my stomach, over my ribs to my breast, squeezing gently.
He moves his hand and picks up my other leg, my heel on his other shoulder. Then he lowers himself, his cock at my pussy, and I feel my stomach twist in anticipation.
The asshole doesn’t fuck me. No, instead, he rocks against me and takes my face in his hands, kissing me as he bumps my clit with the head of his cock.
I’m drowning willingly in all these sensations. It’s a blitz. I try to get him to slip as he thrusts to hit my clit, never aiming for my entrance. I lift my hips, I wiggle, but all he does is kiss me so deep, again and again, that I’m losing control.
Nikolai lifts his head, and his stare is so intense, I can’t do anything but stare back. We’re locked in as he deliberately moves, slowing his thrusts until-oh, fuck-the tip of his cock parts my lips.
He could easily take me. Split me open. Steal what I’m offering. I’m so wet. The position he’s got me in is made for his access and control. My breath is shallow, my skin burning and heart slamming against my ribs as he keeps his gaze locked on me, his cock rocking back and just in, back and just in.
I can feel the parting of my lips. The stretch. The anticipation of more. I try to raise up, try to move my hips to take him in, but when I get even a little motion, he pulls back.
It’s insane how hot this is, how I’m vibrating on the very edge of dismay and orgasm, of virgin and taken, empty and his. His expression doesn’t change. The burn of his eyes, the set to his face. It’s so intense, so erotic, so focused. I’m completely under his spell.
Teases me, rocking back and forth just a centimeter until that ache is a fire of desperate need in my belly.
Suddenly, he moves, sitting back, dragging me up and keeping me splayed open on his lap. His gaze goes to his cock, my pussy, and he’s pumping his shaft with one hand. As he starts to come, he shoves three fingers inside me and curls them, and we both shatter together, his cum coating my stomach.
He pulls away completely and staggers off the bed. “Go to bed, Rose.”
Nikolai heads to his bathroom and doesn’t look back.
What just happened?
I take a deep breath, and on shaking legs that threaten to give way, I stagger back to my room, kicking off the heels and climbing under the covers, curling in a ball. I smooth his cum off me and will myself not to cry.