Epilogue
Anya
“Ihave decided that I have to gut everything.”
Nikolai looks up from his phone, his drink nearly slipping out of his hands as he blinks at me incredulously. “What?” He asks in disbelief.
I nod, seemingly determined and resolute in my choice.
“Yes. That is the only way.”
I place my hands on my hips, tilting my head to one side as if attempting to visually measure the wall against whatever nonsense he thinks that I’m concocting. His reaction is exactly what I wanted. I would never actually do anything to this house, outside of the room that I now share with him.
The look on his face is even more satisfying than when he came home and I had put pink glittery ribbons all over the entrance and redid the bedroom in hot pinks and yellows. It was atrocious; he looked like he was having a stroke at the sight of it. He had been so upset that he had taken me down to his little playroom for a straight twenty-four hours. Some of the very best of my life, not that I’m ever going to admit that to him.
“Not yet,” Nikolai says with a shake of his head and turns his attention back to his phone. “We will not be doing any of that.”
“We don’t have to do anything at all!” I press my lips together firmly to keep from laughing, if I slip up then my little ruse will be ruined. “I will do it. If you won’t help me, then I will simply have to ask Ivan.”
I glance over my shoulder, just in time to see his fingers ball into a fist, his knuckles popping in irritation. A specific thrill races through my core as I quickly turn around, wondering just how much further I can push him before he snaps. I know it”s wrong to keep pushing his buttons, but I figure if he hasn’t caught onto what I’m doing just yet, then that’s on him.
“Ivan,” he repeats, a dangerous edge starting to color his voice.
“Mmhm, since he’s the more capable of you two, apparently.” I can’t stop the smile from slowly spreading, the muscles in my face ache with the effort of trying to restrain it.
“You—” Nikolai set down his phone and scooted forward in his chair, his eyes boring accusatory holes into my back. At least it took him slightly longer to catch on than I had originally assumed. “You’re playing with me?” His voice darkened, and I heard the leather of his armchair crack as he rose to stand.
“Me?” I answer sweetly. I spin to face him with my features twisted into the picture of innocence. “I think I’ll need to gut at least three rooms in order to twist things into my artistic vision. I’m thinking pastels with a checkerboard print.”
Nikolai is on his feet and coming toward me before I can blink. Peals of laughter tear from my lips as I dart around the side of the couch.
“Priceless works of art? No, no, not for me any longer. I insist on replacing all of them with nothing but impressionist abstract—hey!”
Nikolai starts to vault over the couch itself, and laughter bursts from my lips, burning my cheeks as I tear off down the hallway. He’s right on my heels. My bare feet make little noise as I sprint down the long, narrow carpet runner trying to avoid the man behind me. We both know I don’t have nearly enough of a lead on him, and his far longer, far stronger legs are going to catch me in seconds.
He growls behind me; I can practically hear it in my ear seconds before his arm catches me around the middle and yanks me backward. My feet leave the ground as he throws me up and over his shoulder. His palm connects with the curve of my ass as he laughs.
“You think it is funny to tease me, do you?”
“Kind of, yeah—ouch!” I yelp as he spanks me again. He turns us around and down another hallway; the playroom. My playful protests start anew as I grasp fruitlessly for purchase on the walls around us. “I take it back! I’m sorry, okay!”
“You like to tease? I think that perhaps I should repay the favor.”
“No! I’m sorry! I take it back!” I insist, hitting at his back, then trying to grab the next statue that we pass, failing.
“Perhaps I shall tease you until you can’t speak any longer, that should be a fitting punishment I think.”
He kicks open the door to the playroom forcefully, and crosses to one of the drawers on the far wall, grabs something that I can’t see and then we’re leaving. Disappointment curls low in my belly, and he knows it too. The teasing has begun.
“I hate you.”
Nikolai chuckles. “No, you don’t.”
“I could.”
He laughs again, mocking me further. He reaches one large hand up and pulls my satin shorts down and exposes my hot skin to the air. It doesn’t take much effort for him to pull them from me entirely and drop them to the carpet, forgotten.
“No, you couldn’t.” He spanks my bare ass, starting to trail his fingers over my skin, dipping between my legs and retreating. “You simply have not learned how to ask for what you want yet, but we have plans tonight that you are not getting out of. Plain and simple, Anya.”
I cluck my tongue against the roof of my mouth. I wasn’t really trying to get out of the plans but if that happened to be a coincidence then so be it. He kicks open the door to our bedroom in a similar fashion to the playroom and roughly tosses me on the bed.
“Do not worry, Anya, since you are so nervous about our evening, I shall make it so you are so distracted you will not have the time to think of anything, let alone be a little brat.”
I glance up at him with equal parts defiance and curiosity.
Then I see what he got from the playroom.
It looks like a pair of plain black panties, but there is a space for an attachment, which is contained in his large hand.
“You will wear these to dinner tonight, and you will not take them off for any reason until I say so,” he speaks while fitting the large penis shaped dildo into the panties with a wink for me.
“Legs,” he commands once he has finished.
When I comply, he slides them up to my legs, waiting before it is positioned at my entrance. He dips his fingers between my thighs, checking me and finding how wet I already am.
I can”t imagine wearing these to dinner. Will I be able to walk properly with that thing inside of me? What happens if I have to sit? Knowing him, he”ll end up with me sitting on his lap, which will make everything else more difficult because my imagination will run wild.
I moan softly as he inserts one of his fingers inside of me, hoping for more, but he”s not going to give in so easily. Why would he make anything so simple?
“Breathe, Anya.”
I let my knees fall apart as he starts to slide the thing inside of me, pulling the panties to fit me properly. Already, I’m imagining it is him inside of me, and I feel my walls pressing tightly against the dildo.
It’s been such a long damn time since I’ve worn underwear of any kind. It feels so snug, no way that this thing filling me is going to budge at all. The panties have a small textured section that fits right against my clit, so when Nikolai pulls me to sit up—I really feel it.
I gasp, and he laughs. “Get ready. You have fifteen minutes and I want you downstairs.”
“You can’t be serious; I can’t possibly wear these all night!”
“You can, you will. Unless you would prefer a punishment? I shall be very cross if you make me miss my dinner.”
I bite my lip, and turn to the bathroom. I can feel it with every step that I make.
The texture of my dress against my clit is distracting. I won”t be able to think of anything else for the rest of the night. He was right about that. I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk in these. No way. Was he always planning on making me wear these? I know he”s been planning tonight for a long time. Probably. The sadist would love something like this… I think I love it too.
I pull my dress on, and step awkwardly into my high heels. It takes a moment of walking to try to do so without making it abundantly obvious that there is something inserted in me, keeping me ready for him.
Nikolai is waiting for me by the door to the garage and holds the door open. “Everything go alright?” he asks, and I nod silently and start walking into the garage.
“Oh, one more thing.”
He pulls a small black key fob from his pocket and presses a button, and I nearly crumple to the ground. The dildo and the textured section of the panties start vibrating with different strengths. Waves of pleasure burst through my core, and I moan loudly. Nikolai catches me by the elbow, and turns the panties off.
“No, you can’t—” I gasp as he sets me right and opens the car door for me.
“Oh, but I can. You brought this on yourself. If you don’t want to make it worse, I suggest that you stop trying to tell me what to do.”
“Yes… sir,” I grit through my teeth and get into the car.
On the way to the restaurant, he tortures me. It is impossible to walk. I”m taking tiny, dainty steps the entire way in, and I have to adjust my posture at least three times per minute. And Nikolai? Nikolai is beside himself. He’s overjoyed with his little game. I can’t even taste my food, but everything is stunningly beautiful.
Each course is more elaborate than the last. The chef personally prepared the whole tasting menu for us, and if I weren’t so otherwise distracted right now, I would have been on cloud nine. Instead, I’m soaking my seat. By the time we get to dessert, Nikolai has stopped me from orgasming three times. My breathing is labored. I’m scared to so much as twitch because I am on fire. My whole body is consumed with need and I’m about three more pulses away from crawling over this table and mounting him in the middle of this crowded restaurant.
“Are you enjoying your dinner, Anya?” He asks knowingly, his fingers curling over the lower half of his face.
“Mmmhmm,” I hum, I’m so close I feel like my teeth are chattering. I can’t uncurl my fists. My knees are clamped together so hard I cannot think of anything but the climax I need so badly.
“Which course was your favorite?” He can’t honestly expect me to answer him right now. There’s just no way. My eyes narrow and his grin widens. “I think you will like dessert the best. You’ve been such a good girl all evening, and you’ve learned your lesson. Haven’t you?”
My chin dips into as much of a nod as I’m capable of. “Y-yes. Sir.”
The waiter returns with black currant gelato and my heart softens—almost enough to distract me from everything else.
“You are overdue to have some, after all,” he smiles a different kind of smile as he nods toward the small crystal bowl in front of me.
I pick up my spoon and take a small bite, and close my eyes to savor the taste properly.
Then he does something I never expected—he slides out of his seat and onto one knee beside me. He told me he needed the ring back for cleaning, but now I know that, too, was yet another part of his elaborate plan for this evening. He opens the box, and all eyes in the restaurant turn to us.
“I wanted to do this officially, the right way, since everything else is… unconventional, as you say.”
He presses the fob button again, a soft sensation at first that pulsates faster—I”m so close, I”ll only last a couple seconds, and he knows it.
“Will you marry me, Anya?” he asks, and turns the panties off.
Clever, manipulative bastard. His question is twofold even though he already knows my answer—I have to agree to marry him in order to have my orgasm. Then, I have to hide it from all of these people staring at us. Tricky man. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, and nod.
The jolts are instantaneous, and I throw myself at him—wrapping my arms around him tightly as the word “Yes!” is torn from my mouth in a scream of pleasure.