Chapter 11
Nikolai
Awoman never looks as good as when she submits to my every whim and gladly offers herself up to be owned by me.
This isn’t that.
I can feel the difference. The last time I had her at my mercy, her body was bucking and begging for me despite her better wishes. She was moaning, putty, begging for me with each light touch that I gave her. I had felt her sweet little pussy gripping at my fingers, begging me for more, begging me for release—this creature in front of me doesn’t seem anything like that woman.
I hate that the difference bothers me.
Anya’s beauty surpasses that of most women I have known, but she stuns me beyond my wildest dreams as I pump myself in and out of those delicate cherry lips. My grip on her soft, thick hair tightens and she whimpers, a tear squeezes out of the side of her mouth as her hands start to push at my thighs to get away from me—and then she stops herself. She’s too docile, her eyes shut like she can just get it over with. It’s downright insulting.
I can’t deny that I have so many notches on my bedpost that it’s almost whittled away to nothing but sawdust. In fact, I’m extremely proud of how easily women fall at my feet. It’s a skill that I was born with. Very few can resist me, from ladies to whores.
However, Anya’s experience with the opposite sex is clearly limited, considering her fumbling attempts to pleasure me with her mouth. She’s trying her best; I’ll give her credit for that, but I can tell she lacks the experience and finesse to do a good job. It’s not even the teeth, the awkward motions or general lack of proper suction… she’s just going through the motions. If she was into it, if she was at least fucking trying then I could teach her the right way to pleasure me. I could teachher how to move to relieve the tension between my shoulders. If I had presented my cock to her greedy lips last night, she would have worshiped it. She would have done it even if the only reason she wanted it was for me to keep touching her. The fact that the girl is a blank slate makes me even more determined. Destruction is a passion of mine, and nothing makes me happier than destroying innocence. Hers is ripe for ruin, and I can”t wait to drag her down into the darkness with me.
However, there is more than one kind of darkness. I like breaking in my toys… I don’t like them in pieces so small they can’t be used anymore, and I can see her chipping away in front of me.
Fuck.
“Wait,” I say quietly, fisting my hand in her hair to still her movements.
Snapping her head up in surprise, she stares at me questioningly and wipes her mouth quickly with the back of her hand. “Why?” she asks, clearly bewildered by my sudden change of mind. “Are you not enjoying it?”
With a shrug, I ignore her question, grabbing her wrists to haul her to her feet. I shove her down onto the desk and take a seat beside her. “I want to talk to you,” I tell her, leaving no room for argument.
“Now?” she scoffs, frowning. “I mean, I’m sucking your… thing and you want to stop and have a conversation about what? The weather?” She is looking at my chest, not my face. I make a note of that too.
A chuckle hums through my chest. My thing? How interesting that she can’t even use the clinical words for male anatomy. Makes me wonder.
“Not the weather,” I laugh. “Something much more important. How many men have you been with?”
Her stunned silence speaks volumes. Clearly, she’s shocked by my question, especially as it’s come from out of the blue, but I have to know. There’s a part of me that revels in the idea of being the first one to defile her, even though I suspect she’s not a virgin. But she’s innocent and that is good enough for me.
However, my question is not well-received. She doesn’t want to talk about it, that is obvious, but I will continue to push until I get the information that I want from her. Her pretty face contorts in disgust, and she sneers at me. The tops of her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment.
“That’s none of your business,” she snaps furiously, averting her eyes. “How dare you ask me that!” Anya jumps to her feet and paces the floor with her arms folded in front of her. “You’re a creep, Nikolai.”
I stand up and sidle alongside her, brushing my fingers across the nape of her neck. I tuck myself back into my pants. “Don’t be like that.” I coax her. “It’s a simple question. You can count on your fingers and toes if it helps.”
Anya glares coldly at me. “What part of not your business did you not understand?”
Wetting my lips, I remain cool and collected in the face of her righteous anger. She seems to have forgotten just what a wanton little hussy she was last night. “I don’t think you understand how things work,” I inform her impassively. “When I ask you a question, you tell me the answer and smile about it.”
Furiously, she sneers at me. “Yeah, that’s how it works when you’re delusional,” Anya spits.
Normally, I would twist the neck of anyone that dared to talk to me in such a way, but her words do not spark my ire as they should. In fact, I find it quite endearing that she has the outright gall to try me like that. She’s like a puppy standing up to a lion without the knowledge that the larger predator could swallow it up at any moment.
Squaring my shoulders, I pierce her with a dark stare. “Anya, as a guest in somebody else’s home, you could at least be polite.”
“A guest?” she shrieks, throwing her arms askew. “I didn’t ask you to bring me here and I didn’t ask for you to do any of the things you’ve done to me.”
“Didn’t you?” I challenge, bringing a flame to her cheeks. “If I recall, last night you seemed more than upset when I halted the treat I was so kindly giving to you.” Yet again, the memory of her begging me to touch her flashes to the forefront of my mind. I take a slow, deep breath to keep myself in check.
Silence hangs in the air for several moments before she hisses like a furious kitten. “You can have my body if it makes you happy, but you can’t have my mind.”
I ensure my face is inscrutable but a flicker of amusement glints behind my icy eyes. “We’ll see,” I say languidly. “I was just curious and wanted to understand what experience you have in performing this act.”
Glowering at me, she grits her teeth. “If you didn’t like it, maybe you should let me go and you can find someone you enjoy more.” She folds her arms defiantly across her chest. Cute.
“Ah, where would be the fun in that?” I ask her, admiring her attempt at manipulation. She appears to be as equally inexperienced at that as she is at pleasuring my manhood. I wonder if that might have been the first time that she’s ever had a man’s cock in her mouth. Wouldn’t that be something? Forcing a first experience like that is something that will stick with her forever. Something that she will never be able to get back. “You’re a cunning little bitch,” I chuckle, flicking my gaze skyward. “But you’re no match in wits for me, sweetheart. If you think that’s going to be enough to secure your freedom, you have a lot to learn about me.”
“A girl can hope, can’t she?” she shoots back.
The words are barely out of her mouth before I jump from my chair and throw myself toward her, tackling her to the ground. Her back hits the rug awkwardly and she winces, groaning from shock and the tinge of hurt that roils through her.
“What the hell?” she gasps as I yank her arms awkwardly behind her back and push down on the middle of her taut abdomen to restrain her. She fights futilely against me and I feel victorious at the thought that her mind must be whirling while she struggles. The fear in her eyes reaches a whole new level, giving me increasing power over her. Soon, I’ll own her entirely. But first, I need to force her to submit.
“That is the second time that I have asked you a direct question that you have simply chosen to ignore. I will not be so kind the third time. I have had to correct you once, and I think you rather liked it. If this is how you want to go about chasing your pleasure so be it, but you will learn that if you are complicit, it will be a lot simpler on you.” I lean down close to her face. “Unless you like it when it hurts.”
“Get off me! You big brute! Stop it!”
“Scream if you like, it won’t matter at all.” I taunt, and the challenge registers in her eyes. I can see her coming back, crawling out of whatever mental shell she had put herself in while sucking my dick moments before. Anya is coming back to me, the spark of fire that gives her life is presenting once more as she starts to push and hit at me.
Yes. Exactly what I wanted.
Gleefully, I ignore her protests as I hike up her dress and fully expose her shaved, glistening mound to my gaze. A glance at her face reveals her flaming humiliation. “You want this,” I remark laughingly, smirking when she tries to wiggle away from my hold. Brushing a finger down her center, I lick my lips. “Don’t lie to me, Anya. I want to hear the words. Admit that you’re nothing but a shameless, wanton little slut begging to be ruined by me.”
With her lips clamped shut, she’s proving harder to break than I expect. I coil my hand around her throat and thrust my face against hers. “Say it, sweetheart,” I growl. “Tell me that you’re my slut or the pleasure turns to pain. I gave you a little taste of what I can do to you with that spanking last night but you haven’t seen anything yet. I can make you beg for more… or I can make you beg for mercy.”
Arousal rushes through me at the shimmering fear in her gaze. The more she fights it, the more I want her to give in. I know that I’m close to breaking her, so I lower my head and lick the juices off of her thighs. Her mouth parts, releasing a creaking groan at the sensation and I quickly repeat it before stilling my movements.
“Tell me now, Anya. Tell me that you’re my little slut or this all disappears.”
“Yes,” she says, almost too quietly for me to hear. “I’m your-yours.” Her voice seems to have gotten lost beneath the layers of humiliation I have heaped on her.
Though it’s not a full-on declaration, the knowledge that she’s prepared to obey me, even when it strips her of her dignity and pride, is more than enough to invigorate me. I move between her legs with renewed energy and devour her, giving her the reward she deserves for succumbing to me. The sweet flavor of her juices hits my tongue, and my eyes roll back in my head.
Glancing up at her flushed face, I see surprise mingled with lust in her eyes at the thought of the words she just uttered and the sensations she must be feeling from the way I’m teasing her. Self-satisfaction rushes through me and I lavish my tongue against her aching center. My tongue laps at her sensitive parts like a hungry kitten, grazing her swollen nub over and over.
Anya bucks beneath me, crying out in ecstasy as I keep her poised on the brink of her ultimate pleasure. I hide my smile against her. I slide two fingers inside of her and the tension in her legs gives out. Her torso contracts around me, her feet slide against the carpet until she’s curled around my head between her legs as if she’s lost all of her senses. Her sweet moans are fuel to my fire as I savor each contraction of her walls around my fingers.
This might be a small victory but I’ll make her addicted to me.
She won’t even realize it’s happening.