14. Kira #2
My fingers worked at his tie, loosening the knot until the silk slid free, but his hand caught mine, offering a teasing expression. It made me shudder as I read his thoughts and just knew what he was thinking.
"You are a sadist, you know that?" I grinned so he'd know I was playing.
Nikolai’s eyes darkened as he gripped my wrist, the silk tie still dangling from my fingers.
"You keep talking like that, sweetheart,” he murmured, “and I’m going to take my time reminding you exactly what it feels like to be owned.
" He leaned in, lips grazing my ear. “Starting with getting you out of these clothes.”
My breath hitched as he released my wrist only to slide both hands up my sides, fingertips tracing the curve of my waist before finding the buttons of my blouse.
One by one he worked them open, knuckles brushing the skin he revealed.
When the last button gave way, he eased the fabric off my shoulders, letting it slip down my arms and flutter to the floor.
“God, look at you,” he breathed, eyes grazing over my chest with open hunger. His palms skimmed down my arms, then back up to cup my breasts gently. “So beautiful it hurts. Every time I see more of you, I forget how to think straight.”
He reached behind me, unhooked the bra, and let it fall away.
But when his hands slid around front, he pinched my nipples slightly and twisted, forcing them to hard peaks.
“These are perfect,” he whispered, leaning in to capture a kiss again.
Then he said, “Made for my hands…for my mouth.” He dipped his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the swell of one breast before drawing a nipple between his lips, sucking softly.
The moan that escaped me made him hum in approval.
His hands slid lower, finding the waistband of my slacks. He popped the button and eased the zipper down, and with a gentle tug, he worked the fabric over my hips, letting the slacks pool at my ankles. I stepped out of them, heart racing as his eyes swept over me in nothing but my panties.
“I want to taste every inch of you tonight,” he murmured, stepping closer again. One hand splayed across my lower back as he pulled me into his body. “Slowly… Until you’re trembling and begging in that sweet voice of yours.”
Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugged them down, letting them join the rest of my clothes on the floor. Nikolai’s gaze moved over my bare body before lifting me effortlessly, setting me on the edge of his desk, stepping between my spread thighs.
His hand slid up the inside of my leg, teasing but never rushing. “Say something…" I had been so lost in his touch and what he was saying I didn't realize I'd become mute. He just did that to me.
"I, uh…" When his fingers dipped into my moisture, I whimpered. "Yes please?" I didn't know what he wanted me to say but I'd say anything he asked at this point.
He kissed me again, while his fingers continued their gentle exploration, drawing soft, needy sounds from my throat. Then Nikolai broke the kiss with a low hum, resting his forehead against mine for a second. “I need to taste you properly now,” he whispered, adding, "And I need you to beg me."
My head arched back while he sucked my neck and I managed to whine, “Yes… please, Niko.” Then I found his mouth again, devouring his kisses. He was so hungry for me, and nothing could've dragged me away from him if it tried.
He smiled against my lips, then sank smoothly to his knees between my spread thighs.
His hands slid up the backs of my legs, gently opening me wider.
“Look at how pretty you are right here,” he murmured, eyes fixed on my core.
“All slick and swollen just from my fingers. I’ve been dying to feel you on my tongue. ”
A shaky breath left me as he leaned in. The first slow drag of his tongue through my moisture made my hips jerk. “Oh—God…”
“Mmm, he's not here," he said softly, pulling back just enough to speak. “But you may worship me if you want."
He licked again, broader this time, circling my clit with lazy strokes as I threaded my fingers into his hair, gripping lightly. “Oh, God, it's incredible," I mewled.
Nikolai groaned in approval, sending a shockwave through me. “You taste so fucking sweet, Princess. I could stay down here all night listening to you moan.” He flicked the tip of his tongue faster, then sucked gently on my clit before easing off again. “Does that feel good? Right there?”
“Yes,” I gasped, thighs trembling around his head. “Right there—don’t stop…"
He chuckled softly, and praised, “Good girl. Keep talking to me. I love hearing how desperate your voice gets.” One finger teased at my entrance, slipping just inside while his mouth returned to my clit.
I whimpered as my hips rocked against his face. “Niko…"
He pulled back for a breath, lips glistening, and looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes. “I want you dripping for me. I want you so worked up you’re shaking.” His tongue returned, savoring every inch.
My head fell back, a broken moan slipping out. “Deeper… please."
“Anything for my wife,” he growled, and his voice was thick with satisfaction. He pushed one finger fully inside me, curling it while his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked with perfect pressure.
I could barely form words anymore, but I tried, breath hitching with every slow thrust of his finger and swirl of his tongue. “Niko—I’m so close."
“Good, I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue. Let go for me.”
He curled his finger deeper, stroking that perfect spot inside while his tongue flattened and dragged over my clit. The pressure built so fast it was overwhelming. Every nerve lit up at once. My thighs shook hard and I felt like I'd slide off the desk.
“Oh, God—Niko—” Heat coiled tighter and tighter in my belly until it snapped.