14. Kira #3
The orgasm crashed through me like a wave breaking hard. My back arched and a loud, broken cry tore from my throat as pleasure ripped through every muscle. My walls clenched around his finger, pulsing again and again while slick heat gushed from me.
I couldn’t stop the desperate sounds spilling out of me—high, shaky whimpers mixed with panting and heavy breathing. My whole body trembled, toes curling, vision blurring at the edges as the climax rolled on and on, leaving me gasping and boneless.
Nikolai groaned deeply, licking me through every aftershock until the tremors finally started to fade. He pressed one last soft kiss to my sensitive clit before rising to his feet, eyes dark and satisfied as he looked down at me.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely. “You came so hard. Look at you… all flushed and trembling.”
I could barely catch my breath. “That was… intense.”
He smiled and helped me slide off the desk on shaky legs. “Turn around and bend over the desk.”
My heart skipped, but I did as he asked, leaning forward until my breasts pressed against the cool wood, ass presented to him. I heard the sound of his belt and zipper, then the rustle of fabric as he pushed his pants down.
He kept the pace slow and deep for a few more strokes, letting me feel every thick inch. Then his hand came down in a firm, open-palmed smack on my ass. The sharp sound cracked through the room and heat bloomed across my skin as I gripped him hard, making him snarl in enjoyment.
“Fuck—yes,” he groaned, pumping harder. Another smack landed on the other cheek, harder this time and I jolted again. “That’s it,” he said, "squeeze me."
He started fucking me harder, hips snapping forward sharply. Each thrust drove him deep, and made his thighs slap against the back of my legs. Each hard smack only made the pleasure more intense.
“Harder,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
Nikolai groaned, tightening his grip on my hips. “You feel so good.”
The angle let him hit that perfect spot with every thrust. Pleasure built fast again, and my moans grew louder, broken by the sound of skin slapping skin and the occasional crack of his palm on my ass.
“I’m gonna come again,” I whimpered. "Oh, God, Oh, my God."
“Come around me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”
It hit me even harder than before. My walls slammed down around him, pulsing wildly as a hot rush of pleasure exploded through my body. I cried out as my legs shook so badly I would’ve collapsed if the desk wasn’t holding me up.
Wave after wave rolled through me making me breathless, and Nikolai cursed under his breath, pace faltering for a moment as he fucked me through it. Then his rhythm turned rougher, deeper.
“Fuck—gonna come,” he growled.
He thrust hard a few more times, burying himself to the hilt.
His cock swelled, then pulsed powerfully as he came.
A low, guttural groan tore from his chest while thick, hot spurts filled me.
His hips jerked with every pulse, pressing deep as he emptied himself.
The feeling of him coming so hard, so deep, sent another shiver through my oversensitive body.
He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. Finally he pulled out slowly, a soft groan escaping as the cool air rushed in where he'd been and chilled me.
"You okay?" he asked, standing by me closely as I forced myself upright.
"Yeah," I slurred, a bit wobbly on my feet. His sex drained down my thigh as I leaned against him and let him kiss me. I didn't even care that I could taste him on my lips.
"I thought I hurt you…" His lips were salty and musky, and I sucked one into my mouth wishing we could do that again.
"Hmmm," I sighed, "no."
I felt tired now, as waves of endorphins rushed in. But I wanted more wine. I pulled away from him, stumbling to the sideboard for the glass of wine he'd poured for me. It seemed a shame to waste such a good vintage. Besides, my buzz was fading.
He watched me pick up the glass and swirl it around for a second while I sipped it and eyed him. He was tucking his dick back into his pants, still fascinated by me standing there naked in front of him as wine dribbled down my chest and over my belly, then down my inner thigh.
"Hmm… Marinating my dessert?" he asked darkly as he walked closer, but when he dropped to his knees, gripping both of my thighs as if he might devour me again, I saw the swath of red wine dribbling down my leg and I froze solid.
It'd been a month since I'd been here. Four full weeks of being in this house with him, fucking him without a care at times, and I'd had no period.
It made my blood run cold, even as his tongue flicked over my clit and his lips pinched me. I shuddered but it wasn't from pleasure. A month with no period could only mean one thing.
"Niko…" I whined, and he looked up at me. "I don’t feel so good."
It was the last thing I remembered before my stomach started to churn.
Why hadn't my father come for me? And what was I doing having unprotected drunk sex with the man holding me captive? Was I so easily beguiled?
"Are you okay?" he asked, standing just in time for me to turn to the side and let my dinner rise.
This could not be happening to me.