15. Nikolai
15
NIKOLAI
S ofia stands naked before me, her body a canvas I’ve only started painting upon.
“Turn around,” I let my words caress her ear, gentle but brooking no argument.
She obeys, her luscious body rotating to face the wall, giving me a view of her slender form and the lines of her back. I move closer, my breath stirring her hair as I bind her wrists together, the silk rope a stark contrast against her creamy skin.
It’s an exquisite sight—my malishka restrained, vulnerable, mine. I want to brand her, and I will do it, but my plan for tonight involves a different marking.
Moving to stand behind her, I fit a spreader bar between her ankles, adjusting the cuffs at each end to keep her legs wide and spread. She’s completely exposed now, utterly at my mercy.
“Don’t move,” I whisper, my lips brushing the curve of her ear. “I want to look at you like this for a moment.”
Her breath hitches as I take in the sight of her, bound and vulnerable. I run my hands over her hips and lean down, my mouth hovering over her shoulder. “You’re so beautiful like this. So perfect.”
Her head falls against my shoulder, baring her long, graceful neck. I place a soft kiss there, a promise of more to come. Slowly, I begin to explore her body with my hands, mapping every curve, memorizing every inch of her.
“Nikolai,” she breathes, her voice a mixture of pleasure and need.
I smile against her skin, my hands continuing their slow journey. “You like being tied up for me? Being at my mercy?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her body arching slightly, seeking more contact.
“Good,” I murmur, my lips moving lower to suck her pulse point in her neck. “Because this is just the beginning.”
I pause, letting my words sink in, letting her anticipation build. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I slide one hand between her legs, my fingers seeking her clit.
“Oh—” She gasps as my fingers find their target, circling, teasing.
“You don’t have to hold back. Let me hear how much you like it.”
I let her turn to face me, her fingers tracing the artwork that decorates my body, a dark landscape of intricate designs and hidden meanings. I step closer, giving her an even better view, and flex my muscles slightly, enjoying how her gaze devours me.
“You like what you see?” I tease, my tone laced with satisfaction.
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes roaming freely, taking in the definition of my abs, the muscular planes of my chest, and the ink scrolling across it.
With a slow, deliberate movement, I watch her fingers find the rest of my ink, the dark designs that twist and turn over my hips and thighs.
My cock stands strong and free, thick and ready. Sofia’s eyes flick up to meet mine, a mixture of need and pleasure in their green-gold depths.
I move closer, my hard length pressing against her bound body. “Now, malishka,” I growl. “Time for Daddy to play.”
I watch her eyes, taking in the glimmer of fear and the heat of desire. She’s laid bare before me, vulnerable in a way that would normally trigger her defenses—yet I can see the need burning in those eyes, sense it in every trembling breath.
Carefully, I position her on her back, her legs raised and spread, her glistening cunt on display. She’s open to me now, and I must stake my claim.
I retrieve the paddle from the nightstand, a toy I had specially crafted for this moment. It’s made of smooth, supple leather, the word “DADDY” embossed on one side.
“You like this?” I ask, running my fingers over the soft leather. “You want Daddy to use this on you?”
She swallows, her eyes fixed on the paddle. “Yes,” she whispers.
I position myself before her, the paddle in my hand. With a steady stroke, I bring it down on the back of her thighs, the leather caressing her skin as it makes contact.
A whimper escapes Sofia’s pretty lips. I repeat the motion, a gentle rhythm, the paddle leaving a red imprint on her flesh.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. “Daddy’s here to satisfy your needs.”
I shift my aim slightly, targeting the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Oh God,” she cries.
I pause my ministrations, letting the paddle rest against her heated flesh. “God can’t help you here, malishka.” My voice drops lower, darker. “Only Daddy can satisfy you.”
I trace the paddle along her inner thigh, watching her squirm. “Say it. Who’s the only one who can help you?”
She’s breathless. “You... only you, Daddy.”
“And don’t you forget it. Any ounce of pleasure you experience from this moment on comes solely from me, do you understand?”
My fingers trail up her thigh, teasing. “Now, I want that pretty ass painted with my brand.”
Her breath quickens as I push her ankles higher so her ass is more accessible. I can see the pleasure building in her, the fear melting away, leaving only the raw, primal need.
I focus on the outer curve of her ass, the letters of the paddle pressing into her flesh with each stroke. Slowly, deliberately, I spell out the word, the leather making contact with her skin in a rhythmic dance.
“D... A... D... D... Y,” I murmur, punctuating each letter with a paddle stroke.
Her body shudders with the impact, the leather burning into her skin. Her flesh is now marked with my title, a possession beyond the physical.
I let the paddle fall to the side, my hands moving to caress the marks I’ve made. “Perfect,” I breathe, my voice thick with desire. “You’re so perfect for Daddy.”
Her skin is flushed, marked with the imprint of the paddle, my possession clear for anyone to see. But I’m greedy; I want more. I want my mark on her to go deeper, imprinting not just on her skin but on her soul.
I want her crawling out of her skin with need, just as she’s driven me to the brink of insanity with her very existence. The vibrator I grab from the nightstand will be my tool to push her over the edge. I flick it on, the soft buzz filling the room, and watch her eyes go wide as the first vibration hits her clit.
“Oh!” she gasps, her chest heaving. “Nikolai?—”
I don’t respond. Simply press the vibrator harder against her pussy, watching her face as the pleasure takes over. Her mouth parts on a silent cry, her eyes screwing shut. I let it build, reading her distance to the edge, then as she’s about to tip over the edge, I back off, reducing the pressure.
She whimpers, her hips bucking as she seeks more stimulation. “Please, Nikolai. I need?—”
“Not yet,” I murmur, my voice a low purr. “Daddy’s not done playing.”
With slow, deliberate movements, I trail the vibrator along the reddened skin of her inner thigh, teasing her and making her wait. I watch her reactions carefully, gauging her responses, knowing when to apply pressure and when to back off. It’s a delicate dance, pushing her right to the edge and then pulling back, keeping her teetering on the precipice of pleasure.
I reach down, my fingers tracing the slick folds of her core. “You’re so fucking wet, malishka. So ready for me.”
“Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse. “I need to come.”
I grin, my cock throbbing with the need to claim her. But not yet. I have one more game to play. I reach for the rope that binds her wrists, loosening it so she can tear her hands free.
“Take it,” I command, pressing the vibrator into her hand. “Do exactly as I say.”
She nods eagerly, her chest heaving with anticipation.
“Now,” I instruct my voice hard. “Use it to make yourself come.”
The rhythm of her breathing falters, and she just stares at me for a moment.
“You heard me, malishka. I want to watch you bring yourself pleasure. But remember, you’re still under my control.”
She nods again, her fingers tightening around the vibrator. I watch, transfixed, as she brings it back to her core, her eyes sliding closed as she seeks the perfect spot.
“Open your eyes,” I order, my voice like steel. “Look at me while you do it.”
She obeys, her gaze locking with mine as she slowly slides the toy between her folds, her breath quickening as she finds her rhythm.
The sight of her with her thighs bound and pleasuring herself for me feeds the darkest parts of my nature. I’m rock hard, throbbing, but still, I make myself wait, wanting to draw this out, to imprint this moment forever in my memory.
She’s biting her lip now, her eyes fluttering as she teeters on the edge. “Don’t come,” I warn, my voice sharp. “Not yet. I haven’t given you permission.”
She whimpers, her fingers faltering, but she obeys, fighting back the tide of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her.
“That’s it,” I praise, my voice softening. “Hold it. Good girl.”
Lust dilates her pupils as she waits, trembling, for my command.
I hold her gaze. “Now, come for Daddy.”
As her eyes meet mine, it happens—a flash in her eyes as the coil of pleasure finally snaps, her whole body arching off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat.
I’m transfixed as she comes apart for me, and it’s the most stunning sight I’ve ever seen. My malishka, pleasuring herself for me, her body offered up as a sacrifice to the need I’ve stoked within her.
I don’t give her a chance to recover, to catch her breath. The moment I see her eyes glaze over with pleasure, I slam into her, my thick cock plunging deep into her wet heat.
“Oh, fuck—” She breaks off with a cry, her nails digging into my arms as her body clamps around me.
The feel of her, tight and hot around me, is almost too much. I withdraw almost entirely, then thrust deep once more, burying myself to the hilt.
“Nikolai—” My name falls from her lips like a prayer, her hips arching to meet me.
I do it again, setting a relentless pace, wanting to brand her with my possession. My hips snap forward, driving into her over and over, each thrust hard and deep.
“Daddy—” She calls me that without thought, without hesitation, and it sends a bolt of need straight to my balls.
The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room, punctuated by her cries and my harsh breaths. I’m a man possessed, driven by a primal need to stake my claim, to brand her as only mine.
“That’s it, malishka,” I growl, my hands gripping her bound thighs for leverage. “Take it. All of it.”
Her response is a wordless cry, her body bowing to meet each thrust. Her inner walls clench around me, milking my cock, and it’s all I can do to hold off my own release.
“Come for me again,” I demand, my teeth gritted as I fight for control. “Come on my cock.”
She’s so tight, so wet, and her body is rippling around me, her climax washing over her in waves. She’s shaking, crying out, her face contorted with the intensity of her pleasure.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice rough. “Let go. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
And she does, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching, rippling around me, milking my cock as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
I feel the tightening in my groin, the coiled spring of my control about to snap.
“Look at me,” I growl, slamming into her, my cock claiming her as my own. “Look into Daddy’s eyes while I breed you.”
And as she does, as her green-gold eyes lock with mine, I realize we haven’t even discussed birth control. It’s a careless oversight, and yet, at this moment, I don’t care. I should. I know the risks, but a part of me even likes the idea of her getting pregnant and carrying my child. I close my eyes, clearing the thoughts from my mind. Now is not the time.
Her eyes widen at my words, but she doesn’t look away, holding my gaze as I thrust into her again and again. I can feel the coiled tension in my groin, the build-up of pleasure threatening to consume me. I’m losing control, my grip on my emotions slipping as my obsession takes over.
“Surrender for me,” I encourage, my voice hoarse, my hands gripping the spreader bar as I drive into her. “Give Daddy what belongs to him.”
She’s still sensitive from her earlier orgasms, her body primed for release. It doesn’t take much, just a few soft circles of my thumb on her clit and a hard thrust, and she’s crying out, her body shaking as she climaxes around me.
I’m letting myself fall, driven by a deep need that scares me. I’ve never felt this way, so consumed by a hunger for one person, an obsession that has grown like a weed, choking out all other thoughts.
“Perfect,” I praise, my voice dark with possession. “Show me how well you submit.”
Her response is a keening cry, her body bowing under mine, pressed down into the mattress as I drive into her.
“You like that, don’t you, slut?” I tease, my voice rough with need. “You like being Daddy’s perfect little fuck doll.”
“Yes!” she cries, her head tossing from side to side as she bucks back against me. “Please, Nikolai?—”
“Say it,” I demand, my hips snapping forward, my cock thrusting into her wet heat. “Tell Daddy what you want.”
“I want you to come,” she gasps, her fingers digging into the bedsheets. “I want to feel you breed me.”
The familiar pressure builds to breaking, and with deliberate, punishing strokes, I finally allow myself to fall.
“Take it, malishka,” I command, my hips stuttering as I bury myself to the hilt. “Take every drop in your cunt.”
With a harsh groan, I release my seed into her. I can feel her inner muscles clenching around me, milking me for every drop as I fill her, and it sends me over the edge again.
“Oh, fuck—” I break off with a harsh cry, my head dropping back as I spill myself into her.
For a moment, there’s silence, save for our harsh breaths and the thudding of my heartbeat in my ears. I’m buried deep inside her, completely spent, sated in a way I’ve never experienced before.
Slowly, I withdraw, my semi-hard cock slipping from her body, and I reach for the spreader bar, unbuckling it so she can bring her legs down.
She sighs, her body relaxing as she stretches out on the bed, and I move to her side, pulling her into my arms, our sweaty skin sticking together. I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in, my heart rate slowly returning to normal.
“Wow,” she breathes, her voice soft, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. “That was?—”
“Intense,” I finish for her, my voice rough.
She hums her agreement, resting her head on my chest. We’re both quiet for a moment, basking in the afterglow, and I tighten my arms around her, unwilling to let her go just yet.
My mind is racing, plotting, planning as I hold her. This is far from over; it’s only just beginning. She may have surrendered her body, but I want her heart, her soul. I want her to be mine in every sense of the word, and I won’t stop until she’s irrevocably mine.
“You know,” she says softly, breaking the silence, “this changes things.”
I raise an eyebrow, curious to hear her thoughts.
She turns to face me, her green-gold eyes searching mine. “It’s not just about the physical attraction. There’s something more now.”
I nod, understanding exactly what she means. “I feel it too, malishka,” I admit, my voice soft. “It’s more than just desire.”
“So, now what?” she asks, her expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty.
I lean in, my lips brushing hers softly. “Now,” I murmur, “we take it one step at a time. We explore this—whatever this is—together.”
She nods, her eyes shining, and our lips meet, a soft, sweet kiss that speaks of promises and possibilities. I lose myself in the kiss, but I’m already plotting our next move because I know, without a doubt, that I’m not letting her go. Not ever.