Rosalind
Nikolai’s drunk. Dangerously so.
He’s not fall down drunk, or slur-your-words drunk, but he’s had one too many and it’s given him a compelling, reckless edge that makes him not only full of dark, erotic promises and threats, but makes him want to act them out.
Nikolai has me pressed against the wall, and he’s pulled my panties to one side. His fingers are slowly assaulting me, deep into my depths, where I need him. It’s so good. Better than good. It’s sublime.
He kisses me with a deliberate abandon, and I can’t feel my toes. I can’t move. All I can do is sink into that fevered relief the pleasure of his fingers thrusting into me brings. The taste of him is pure heaven, and I know I taunted him, wanted this, as much as I wanted to run, as much as I wanted to speak to Genius.
Now, he has me pushed up against the wall in the back of a big coat room with a rack in front of us. He’s going to fuck me. Here. Now. In this public place with a party going on just outside.
Nikolai lifts his head. “Question is, just how to punish you.” I shiver. “Unfortunately, I’m not wearing a belt this time. Such a shame really. I would have loved to take it to your ass this time, give you a taste of a hardcore beating.” He continues the slow, deep thrusts into me. “There’s no chair here so I can’t really turn you on my knee, pull your panties down, and spank you into submission.”
I start to shake and the walls of my pussy grip at his fingers.
“Rose,” he says, that quiet, hot mocking laced in his voice, “you’re not going to commit the cardinal sin of coming without permission are you?”
I moan as I thrust my hips on his fingers, needing more, needing him harder, faster, rougher. This is designed as delicious torture, to keep me on the edge. “You aren’t letting me come, you…fuck.”
He grins and takes my face with his other hand, but he doesn’t slow his deliberate invasion of my pussy. “Oh, Rose, do you know how much I love it when you get so riled up, you lose yourself and court further punishment? Do you even know the nasty things in my head? I want to do them all, and I will. You’ll beg. We both know it.”
“I won’t.” Not even I believe that.
He laughs as he turns my head to suck and kiss and lick my throat around the collar. Suddenly, he stops and lets me go. He slides his fingers beneath the hot, damp skin at the back of my neck and the choker and pulls, constricting the air flow. Just a little, just enough for every single part of me to surge to life and focus there, on his fingers moving in and out of me.
I want to come. He tugs in time with the thrusts as he watches me. I climb and climb, the orgasm right there, just out of reach but edging closer as the pleasure in me grows. When I’m about to come, he stops.
“Bastard.” I spit the word as he pulls away from me. He’s hard, so damn hard, and I reach for him, even as I glare at him with hate and need and lust. “Rose.”
“I hate you.” I want to cry. I want him.
“I don’t care.” He continues to look at me like I’m a painting and he’s deciding where to lay down his next brush stroke. I’m shaking and quivering, my body empty and aching, the pleasure marred and heightened by that stolen orgasm.
That’s what he does, steals them from me. I can’t control my breathing, and honestly, my eyes burn. There’s so much in me, I’m going to burst. I will if he doesn’t touch me.
Nikolai moves in. One step, and he grabs me and spins me in place before shoving my chest up against the wall, so hard and so sudden, the air wooshes from me.
I don’t know what he’s doing. I try and turn but he murmurs one thing. “Don’t.”
So, I don’t. I stay like this, in the position he’s put me in. There’s a soft thud and my skirts lift, move. So does he, and… oh my God.
His hot breath is on my ass, hands sliding over it. His muffled voice comes up at me. “So fucking beautiful, Rose. I’ve never seen such a perfect, beautiful ass, and it’s mine.”
My heart thuds so hard, it might break ribs, and my pulse is sprinting fast and getting faster. I’m lightheaded, and everything in me is focused on him and my pussy and ass and the fact he’s on his knees, under my dress, face at my butt.
He slides the panties aside, and slips two fingers down between my cheeks. He strokes my asshole. “This is going to be mine, too, and I can’t fucking wait for that moment.”
“Yes…”
He licks my left cheek, and then he bites me hard. I yelp as pleasure and pain shoot out.
Nikolai stops. “Rose, you need to be quiet, or I won’t ever touch you again.”
I nod, even though he can’t see me. I know we’ll be caught if someone comes in, if I make a sound. I don’t need to look back to know that, so I close my eyes and whisper, “I will.”
“Good girl.” He nuzzles me and then he moves back, his hands sliding up to my hips as he pulls me. “Bend over more.”
My legs quiver as I do that, and I’m rewarded by the slide of his tongue, cool against the heat of my aching folds.
“You taste divine. I’m going to feast now, so stay fucking silent. I’ll let you know when you can come.”
This time, he shifts my panties further as he kisses me, my inner thighs, up higher, along my outer lips. Then he sets to work, taking his time as he slides his tongue along them, biting, sucking, delving his tongue into me.
I almost scream when his fingers dip in, and then one slides up to my clit as he uses his fingers on me, his tongue. Instead, I clench my teeth as I rock against him. He’s eating me with a savage intensity, his fingers playing my clit, playing me inside. He starts to rub that spot, and I shake and bite my arm to stop any sounds escaping. I want to come, I need to come, I’m a mess of sensations, everything spiraling out and closing in on the intensity of his administrations.
Then I hear something. Footsteps. Wildly, I look over my shoulder, in between the coats. They’re moving as someone starts to whistle tunelessly, and the bastard fingering me, eating me, ups his intensity. He starts to hammer into me with his fingers, press and rub my wet clit, stick his tongue into my ass. Then he bites and sucks my outer lips, and I’m rocking wild on that edge. If I come, I’ll scream, I know it.
The coats still move and if the coat check pushes them apart, he’ll see me. See us. Then the person moves on, the whistling fading out as he leaves.
Just when I think we’re safe, a small little orgasm hits, readying for the big one to bloom. Nikolai fucks me harder with his mouth and fingers and tongue. I’m shaking so much, I might fall.
He lifts his mouth from me a moment and says the command I’ve been waiting for. “Come.”
He fucks me harder, and I let go. The gates burst, and I’m swamped, adrift and the pleasure hits me so hard, spots of black burst in my eyes. I bite my arm and the pain sets off another tremor. Head heeling, I start to collapse, and he’s out of me, out from under my skirts and standing. He catches me in his arms and swiftly turns me into him, peppering me with kisses, smoothing my cheek, holding me against his chest. His heart is wild in his chest, his breath harsh, fast and uneven. God, we smell like sex. I start to laugh.
Nikolai takes my face and pulls back a little, bringing me up to meet his gaze. “You know, Rose, if-”
He stops and shakes his head, then he picks up my skirt and wipes his mouth on it. My panties are bunched, and I don’t care. I’m still in aftershock mode as the euphoric waves roll through me. Right at that moment, I don’t think I can walk.
Nikolai kisses me slow and long and sweet. “Damn.” Then his gaze hits my arm, and his forehead wrinkles with a frown.
“Did you bite yourself?”
I nod. “You said not to make a sound. It was the only way.”
This time, when he kisses me, it’s so relentless, he steals what little breath I have left, making me wobble into him. “There is absolutely no one like you, Rose. No one.”
I want more. A part of me whispers that’s just insane, but I don’t care. I want more. I want him to do the things he said he’d do if he had a belt or a chair. I want him to do all the things he didn’t share.
“Can you stand on your own?” he asks.
Disappointment settles over me, washing away the after-sex glow. Is that it? I was hoping for more. “But you didn’t punish me.”
“I did.”
“You let me come.”
He tilts his head, gaze shifting over me. “You like me withholding?”
“No. I mean, not if you don’t let me, but when you make me wait and then let me come, it’s so good.”
He’s openly staring now, and then the fucker starts to laugh. “Christ, Rose. Your dirty innocence is so sincere. Fuck.”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
He takes the hand the mayor kissed and wipes it on his shirt, then he turns it and kisses my palm, letting his tongue draw patterns. He turns it and kisses the top. “Actually, I’m not making fun of you. I fucking love that about you. I love that innocence. You’re dangerous, Rose, and you have no idea. You’re right, that wasn’t real punishment. It was a reward. I’ll punish you later.”
“Promise?”
“Fuck yes.” Then he grabs me by the collar and hauls me against him, the humor gone. “Just remember who’s in charge, that I own you. You want the punishment you enjoy, but I can punish and hurt. Rewards and pain come in different guises. Remember that when testing your boundaries with me. When I tell you to do things, like tonight? I expect you to obey.”
Just like that, the resentment falls back into place. He says he’s not making fun of me, but he is, and now he’s pushing me back into my box, letting me know what I went and forgot.
He doesn’t care about me. He desires me. Those aren’t the same. I’m his prisoner, even though I’m here and have been given a tiny piece of socalled freedom. He only wants me because of something he can’t do.
Get my father.
Then again, I want that, too.
He releases the hold and cradles me against him again, and this rollercoaster that he can be has me all over the place.
“You think too much. We riled each other up, I made it hotter, and you loved every second.”
I close my eyes. “I hate myself.”
He wipes a finger under my eye, and when I open them there’s moisture there. He puts his finger in his mouth and sucks away my tear.
“I’m going to give you a lesson for free. If you get out of this, remember it.”
“What’s the lesson? Carry a big gun?”
“A regular one will work, but no. Great sex isn’t something to hate yourself over. You’ll never have it this good, but… Enjoy it when you find it.”
I’m not really sure that’s what he was going to say because there’s an odd look on his face-like the thoughts in his heads are painful ones-but he draws me in again and kisses me briefly.
That’s when it dawns on me. His erection is still there, pressed up against my stomach. Big and hard. He made me come but…
“Nikolai, let me take care of you.” I don’t even know where the words come from, but they come and live and breathe. I expect him to grab me and fuck me, but he doesn’t.
He only shakes his head and turns to the wall, breathing deep. “Give me a couple of minutes and then we need to get out there. ”
“I can fix it now.” I say it because I want him in me, anyway I can have him. My mouth, my pussy, I don’t care. I just want him. I want his cum.
He leans against the wall, turns his head to me, and that slow grin full of filth and heat and promise appears. “Oh, you will. Soon.”