17. Nikolai
17
NIKOLAI
I arrive precisely at eight, knowing Sofia will be ready. My Maybach purrs to a stop outside her building, the tinted windows concealing me from prying eyes. Through the surveillance feed on my phone, I watch her do one final check of her appearance—a vision in a deep burgundy dress that skims her curves.
As I stride to her door, I adjust my cufflinks. The moment she opens it, my breath catches. The dress is even more stunning in person, the neckline dipping just low enough to make my fingers itch to trace it.
“ Malishka .” I draw her close, breathing in her jasmine perfume. “You look exquisite.”
A blush stains her cheeks. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
I guide her to the car with my hand on her back. “I have somewhere special planned for tonight.”
“Going to tell me where?”
“Patience.” I help her into the car, savoring how the dress rides up slightly. “It’s a surprise.”
We wind through Boston’s streets until we reach the harbor. I’ve arranged a private dining room at La Perla, a discreet restaurant in a restored Victorian mansion. The owner owes me several favors, so tonight, the entire west wing is ours alone.
Sofia’s eyes widen as we enter a separate entrance and climb a spiral staircase to a candlelit room with panoramic lake views. A single table draped in white linen awaits us, champagne already chilling.
“This is incredible.” She moves to the window, cityscape reflecting in her eyes.
I come up behind her, hands settling on her hips. “Only the best for you.” My lips find that spot behind her ear that makes her shiver. “And complete privacy to enjoy our evening together.”
She leans back against my chest, tension melting as I trail kisses down her neck. “You’ve thought of everything.”
“I always do.” I turn her to face me, savoring how the candlelight plays across her features. “Now, shall we begin?”
I press the discreet button under the table, summoning the wait staff. They enter silently, bearing silver-domed plates and crystal champagne glasses.
“I took the liberty of ordering for us.” I watch Sofia’s face as the servers reveal each course. Her eyes widen at the sight of fresh burrata with heirloom tomatoes—the same dish she orders every time she visits that small Italian place in the North End.
“How did you...” She trails off as they present the next plate: butter-poached lobster with black truffle risotto. The exact preparation she favored at her last three charity dinners.
The wine steward pours her favorite Bordeaux, a rare vintage I had imported for tonight. Sofia’s fingers trace the stem of her glass, her other hand trembling slightly.
“These are all my favorites. Every single dish.” Her gaze meets mine, a mix of wonder and wariness in those green-gold eyes. “How could you possibly know?”
I lean forward, letting my fingers brush against hers across the table. “I make it my business to know everything about you. Your preferences, your habits, your desires.” I lift her hand to my lips, kissing her palm. “Nothing about you is insignificant to me.”
She shivers but doesn’t pull away. “That’s either incredibly romantic or terrifying.”
“Perhaps both.” I release her hand and gesture to the food. “Shall we?”
I watch Sofia savor each bite of the burrata, her lips closing around the fork in a way that makes my cock twitch. She catches me staring, and a pink flush spreads across her chest.
“The food is incredible,” she says, reaching for her wine.
“Only the finest.” I sample my dish, though my appetite is entirely for something else. My plans for later make it difficult to focus on the meal. “Try the lobster.”
She takes a bite, and a small moan escapes her throat. The sound goes straight to my cock. I shift in my chair, adjusting my suddenly too-tight trousers.
“You’re not eating much,” she observes, dabbing her lips with the napkin.
“I’m savoring other things.” I lean back, drinking in how the candlelight plays across her face. “The way you close your eyes with each bite. How your throat moves when you swallow.”
Her breath catches. She sets down her fork, hands trembling slightly.
The waiter appears with dessert—dark chocolate soufflé with vanilla bean gelato. Sofia’s eyes light up at the sight.
“Share it with me,” I command softly, moving my chair closer to hers.
She dips her spoon into the warm chocolate center, and I catch her wrist before she can bite. Guiding the spoon to my mouth, I maintain eye contact as I taste the rich dessert.
“Your turn.” I feed her the next bite, watching her lips close around the spoon. A drop of chocolate lingers at the corner of her mouth. I lean in, my thumb brushing it away before following with my tongue.
She shivers against me. “Nikolai...”
“Patience.” I feed her another bite, my free hand sliding along her thigh under the table. “We have all night, and I intend to savor every moment.”
I set the empty dessert plate aside, letting my thumb trace Sofia’s bottom lip. Her pupils are dilated, and her breath comes in short gasps from our intimate feeding session. The privacy of our secluded dining room emboldens me.
“There’s something I want from you, malishka .” I lean close, my lips brushing her ear. “Something I don’t think you’ve ever given anyone else.”
She stiffens slightly. “You mean...”
“Yes.” My hand slides higher on her thigh. “I want to claim every part of you. Make you mine in every way possible.”
A tremor runs through her body. “I’ve never...”
“I know.” I nip her earlobe, savoring her gasp. “I’ll prepare you properly. Take my time stretching you open until you’re begging for my cock.”
Her thighs clench together. “Nikolai...”
“First with my fingers.” I trace patterns on her inner thigh. “Then, special toys I’ve selected just for this purpose. By the time I take you, you’ll be desperate for it.”
She whimpers, pressing her legs together. I can smell her arousal and see how her nipples have hardened beneath the fabric of her dress.
“Would you like that? To feel me claim your virgin ass while you scream my name?”
Her breathing grows ragged. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.
“Good girl.” I press a kiss to her throat. “Because I’m annoyed that I didn’t get to claim your virginity, but your anal cherry will have to do.”
I help Sofia to her feet, kissing her deeply. Her breath comes in short gasps, lips bruised from my kisses. Gently, I ease the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She stands before me, a vision of femininity—lush curves, honey skin, eyes darkened with arousal.
She bites her lip as I trace a finger along the lacy edge of her bra, then down to tease the silk of her panties. Slowly, I skim the strap off her shoulder, exposing the swell of her breast. Reaching around, I unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. Her nipples harden in the cool air, begging for my touch.
But that will have to wait.
Without ceremony, I strip off my own clothes, not breaking eye contact as I bare myself to her. Her gaze drops to my hard cock, a flush staining her cheeks.
She shivers as I take her in my arms, our mouths fusing together. Her tongue tangles with mine, a silent invitation.
My hands glide down her back to cup her ass, lifting her against me so she can feel my arousal. She’s perfect. And tonight, she’s all mine.
I position her on her hands and knees on the plush cushions, her ass presented to me like a gift. Stroking my cock, I admire the view—her creamy skin, the way her body melts into the velvet, those long legs that have haunted my dreams.
“Beautiful, malishka ,” I whisper, tracing a finger along her spine, down the cleft of her ass. “All mine.”
She whimpers, head bowed, hair spilling forward to shield her face. Her submission sends a bolt of arousal through me, and my cock jumps in my hand.
“Lift your head. I want to see your face.”
She does, the silk of her hair catching the candlelight as she realizes she’s positioned directly in front of a mirror. Her eyes are hooded with desire, lips parted as she pants.
“Good girl.” I skim a finger through her wetness, drawing a moan from her throat. “You like that, don’t you? Being on display for me.”
Her chest heaves as I circle her clit, applying just enough pressure to drive her wild.
“Please.” She arches her back, offering herself to me. “I need more.”
“As you wish,” I add more pressure, fingers skating through her slick folds. “But you have to earn it.”
She whimpers, hips circling as she seeks friction. “How, Daddy?”
I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “Tell me what you want. Beg for it.”
“I want your fingers.” Her voice is hoarse and needy. “Please touch me. Make me come.”
“Such a dirty mouth, malishka .” I thrust a finger into her heat, loving the way she clenches around me.Circling her clit with my thumb, I slide a second finger inside her, stretching her.
“Deeper, Daddy,” she begs, rocking back against my hand. “Please.”
“Such a hungry little thing,” I observe, adding a third finger. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes!” She’s panting now, breasts swaying with each thrust of my hand. “More... Please.”
“Anything for you.” I work my fingers inside her, seeking that magic spot. “Come for me now.”
My thumb finds her swollen clit, rubbing circles that send her over the edge. She screams my name, body shuddering as she falls apart. I keep working her through her orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
Gradually, she comes back to earth, chest heaving as she collapses forward onto the cushions. I tenderly kiss her spine, savoring the taste of her sweat-dampened skin.
“That was beautiful.” I rub her arms to ward off any chill. “But we’re just getting started.”
Her eyes widen as I reach for the lube.
“This might feel cold.” I coat my fingers generously, then trace a path down the dip between the smooth mounds of her ass. “But it will help prepare you for what’s next.”
She trembles as I circle her tight asshole with slick fingers, then slowly begin to push one digit inside.
“Breathe.” I apply gentle pressure, talking her through it. “Relax for me.”
“There we go,” I murmur approvingly as my finger slips inside, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But she’s a natural, her body accepting my intrusion with ease.
I’m ruthless in my pursuit of pleasure but never careless. I take my time, stretching her bit by bit. She bucks back against my hand, the music of her moans driving me insane.
“That’s it, my good girl.” My free hand comes down to massage her clit, coaxing another cry from her. “So beautiful like this.”
“More,” she pants, pushing back against my hand. “Please, Daddy.”
Smiling, I curl my finger inside her, seeking that spot that will drive her wild. “Greedy girl, aren’t you?”
She keens, back arching as I find a particularly sensitive spot. “Yes! Right there.”
“So responsive.” I add a second finger. “I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my cock.”
Her head falls forward, hair draping over her face as she loses herself in the sensations. “Oh God, Nikolai...”
“Head up. Eyes open and on me.” I want her to see herself like this, completely exposed and wanton. “Look at yourself. So beautiful and wrecked for me.”
Slowly, she lifts her head, eyes foggy with arousal as she takes in her reflection—her flushed skin, nipples tightened to peaks, mouth falling open in a silent cry.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I thrust my fingers deep, making her cry out. “Show me who you belong to, baby girl.’”
Her hips writhe, seeking more. I withdraw my fingers, only to add a third, working it in slowly. She’s tight but eager, and her body accepts the invasion.
“Good girl,” I praise, curling my fingers to seek that spot again. “Let go for me, malishka . I’ve got you.”
She’s panting hard now, her body boneless as she gives herself over to the pleasure. I keep up the relentless assault on her prostate, stroking that magical spot as I stretch her.
“You were made for this.” I slide my fingers free, her body clenching reflexively. “Are you ready for more?”
She nods in response.
I reach for the silicone toy, knowing it will prepare her for what’s to come. It’s not as thick as my cock, but still a challenge. She’ll need to be stretched if she’s to take me fully.
Coating the dildo generously with lube, I ease it close to her entrance. “Breathe. Slow and deep.”
She nods, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Gripping the toy’s base, I press the tip against her hole, watching her face for any sign of resistance. Slowly, I push inside, feeling her body yield around me.
“That’s it.” I guide the toy deeper, applying steady pressure. “Just let your body accept it.”
She whimpers but doesn’t pull away. Her body clenches around the dildo, a mix of arousal and discomfort. “It’s big, Daddy.”
“I know, but you can take it.” I edge the toy deeper, savoring how she stretches to accommodate me. “Nice and slow.”
Finally, the toy is halfway buried inside her. She shifts, trying to adjust to the sensation.
“Give it a moment,” I instruct softly, pausing to let her relax. “It will feel incredible once you’re used to it.”
She takes a few deep breaths, closing her eyes as if to concentrate. “Okay, keep going.”
I smile, my own arousal spiking. “Anything for you, malishka .”
Pressing forward, I work the toy deeper inside her, watching her face for any sign of distress. But she takes it like a champion, her body welcoming the intrusion.
Soon, the toy is buried to the hilt. I hold it still, letting her adjust to the sensations. Her inner muscles clench around the dildo, a tantalizing preview of what’s to come.
“How does that feel?” I ask, brushing her hair away from her face.
“Full,” she whispers, biting her lip. “But good.”
“Glad to hear it.” I start to move the toy, slowly at first, watching her reaction. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”
As I begin to thrust, her body responds instinctively. Her hips rock back to meet my strokes, her breath coming in short gasps.
“That’s it, malishka . Take what you need.” I quicken the pace, savoring the sight of her surrender. “Does my dirty girl like her ass fucked?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cries, hands balling into fists. “It feels so good.”
Her body is pliant under my hands, yielding to my will. It’s a heady sensation, having her submit so completely. Gently, I withdraw the toy, eliciting a whimper of protest from her.
“Shh.” I soothe her with a kiss on her shoulder. “It’s time for Daddy’s cock.”
I watch her face as I position myself at her entrance. Her eyes are clouded with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Sinking into her won’t be easy; it will stretch her to the limit. My breath quickens at the thought.
“Look at me, malishka .” I grip her hips, feeling the tremors coursing through her. “Keep your eyes open.”
She nods, biting her lip.
I take a breath, steadying myself. This moment is crucial. One wrong move and I could hurt her.
“I’m going to go slow,” I murmur. “But it might still burn a little.”
She nods again, her eyes locked on mine.
Gripping my shaft, I guide the tip to her entrance. With a gentle but relentless pressure, I begin to push inside.
Sofia gasps, her eyes widening at the sensation. “Oh God...”
“Shh, malishka .” I press a kiss to her shoulder, willing her to relax. “Just breathe.”
I inch forward, feeling her muscles resist, then reluctantly yield.
“That’s good,” I encourage softly. “Let your body open for me.”
She arches back, a strangled moan escaping her throat. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust.
“You’re doing great.” I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her unique scent. “So fucking tight.”
With a gentle but firm thrust, I sink deeper.
“Oh, Nikolai...” She bites her lip, eyes sparkling.
“I know it’s intense,” I whisper, kissing her earlobe. “But you’re taking it all.”
Another push and I’m halfway buried inside her. “Fuck. So perfect and tight around me.”
“Daddy...”
The sound of that word on her lips sends a jolt of arousal through me, and my control frays. With a powerful thrust, I drive the rest of the way inside.
“Oh my God—” Sofia’s eyes roll back, a cry tearing from her throat.
I pause, my body buried deep within hers. “You okay, malishka ?”
She whimpers, head falling forward as she adjusts to my size. “Just... give me a second.”
I run my fingers through her hair, kissing her spine softly.
Gradually, she relaxes around me, her body accepting my invasion. I give her a moment to recover before beginning to move.
Slowly, I withdraw, then thrust back in, eliciting a moan from her. “Good, malishka ?”
“Yes,” she pants, head tossed back as she gives herself over to the pleasure. “More.”
I comply, increasing the pace. Her inner muscles grip me tightly as I thrust into her.
“You like that?” I groan, my control slipping. “My cock in your ass?”
“Yes!” She meets my thrusts with eager circles of her hips. “Harder, please.”
Obeying her command, I pound into her, reveling in the sight of her abandon. Her breasts sway with each stroke, nipples tightening to peaks.
Her head falls forward. “Oh God, Nikolai, right there!”
Knowing she’s close, I reach around to stroke her clit. That sends her over the edge.
“Daddy, I’m—” She screams, body convulsing as she finds her release.
I plunge into her, feeling her inner walls clench around me. Her orgasm milks my own release, and I spill myself into her tight ass, my body shaking with the force of it.
Gradually, I return to earth, my breath slowing as the euphoria fades. Gently, I ease out of her, hating the loss of connection.
She collapses onto the cushions, chest heaving as she basks in the afterglow. I nuzzle her hair, kissing her shoulder.
“That was...” She trails off as if unable to find the words. “Intense.”
I chuckle, feeling a sense of triumph. “You handled it like a pro, malishka .”
She turns her head, a sleepy smile curving her lips. “I have a talented teacher.”
I gather her in my arms, kissing her softly. “Get some rest now. We have plenty more fun ahead of us.”
With a contented sigh, she snuggles against me, already halfway to dreamland. I hold her close, my fingers skating through her hair.
Tonight has been a revelation. Our connection runs deeper than I imagined, and I realize my obsession is morphing into something more dangerous.
As I stroke her hair, my mind spins with plans for our future. There’s so much more I want to show her, so many pleasures to explore.