49. -48-
Nina
Iwoke before dawn. For a few disoriented seconds, I couldn’t understand why the mattress felt unfamiliar beneath me or why a heavy arm was draped possessively across my waist.
Lifting the cover, I glanced at my naked body as the memories crashed into me.
The party. My song. The kiss.
My head snapped to the right.
Dorian.
He slept on his stomach, dark hair falling over his forehead, softening the sharp edges of his face. Without his usual sarcastic grin or infuriating confidence, he looked younger, peaceful, and dangerously beautiful.
A ridiculous amount of affection hit me all at once. My fingers itched to touch him, so I did. I brushed a loose strand of hair away from his face and shamelessly admired my husband for a moment longer.
It was unfair how handsome he was. Not in the polished magazine-cover way people usually admired. Whether it was a tiny bump on his nose or the scar on his temple, I didn’t know. But it was that kind of beauty that only grew worse the longer I stared.
Faintly tracing his plump lower lip with my index finger, I couldn’t fight the urge to kiss him. Tenderly, I pecked his delicious mouth, trying not to wake him, but immediately, another memory from last night resurfaced.
You’re my wife. Dorian’s possessive, commanding words rang in my ears. Say my name.
My eyes narrowed.
The bastard spanked me!
It was confusing enough that I liked it, but the audacity.
Carefully, I slipped from his hold and stood beside the bed for a long moment, staring at him. So handsome. So peaceful. Completely oblivious to the fact that he’d become far too comfortable around me.
Why not destroy that peace?
A smile spread across my face, the one Grandpa used to call “problematic.” However, balance had been disrupted. Corrections were required.
Glancing around the bedroom, my gaze landed on the silk robe hanging over a nearby chair. An expensive leather belt looped through his discarded trousers was a valuable addition too. A plan formed instantly.
For the next few minutes, I checked the space under the bed, the drawers, the half-empty walk-in closet, and the bathroom for tools to restore balance in my relationship. And what I found was very useful.
The seven-inch silicone vibrator was the crown jewel of the collection, but it certainly wasn’t the only one.
My eyebrows climbed higher with every discovery.
A bottle of lubricant sat tucked away in the bedside table, accompanied by a pair of metal clamps still in their unopened packaging.
A pair of leather gloves with a whip hung in the closet’s furthest corner.
Well. This was unexpected.
Dorian Zhumagulov spent years cultivating the image of a responsible surgeon and painfully overworked saint. Meanwhile, his bedroom was quietly exposing him as a liar.
A grin stretched across my face. The man had secrets. Very interesting secrets.
Clutching my findings to my chest, I glanced toward the bed where he continued sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware that I was conducting a further investigation into his private life.
My poor baby.
Not only was balance about to be restored, but I had just acquired several new reasons to enjoy the process.
Ten minutes later, I'd attached Dorian’s wrists to the headboard. I took a step back and admired my work. It was perfect. He remained unconscious, sweetly clueless that his peaceful morning had been violently rescheduled.
Settling on the edge of the mattress, I reached out and gently brushed my fingers through his dark hair.
“Dorian,” I whispered. He shifted slightly, his lips twitching, but didn’t wake.
My smile widened.
“Baby.” I grazed my fingers down his cheek. “You should really wake up. Or you’ll miss all the fun.”
His heavy eyelids slowly lifted. For a second, he glanced at me like I was a dream, but then the realization dawned on him.
“What the…” He pulled on the restraints.
“Good morning.” I waved at him cheerfully, grinning like a maniac.
He blinked once, twice, then looked at his wrists again.
“Nina.” The warning in his voice only made my smile brighter.
“Yes, husband?” I raised a challenging brow, enjoying this situation much more than was healthy.
“Release me,” he demanded.
“Absolutely not.”
Dorian dropped his head back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling for a long moment, as if questioning every decision that led him here.
“I closed my eyes for a few seconds,” he sighed, disbelief heavy in his voice.
“A few seconds?” I gasped in mock offense. “You slept like the dead. What did you expect?”
A reluctant smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.
“I expected worse,” he admitted, his gaze drifting over me, taking in my face and the satisfaction I made absolutely no effort to hide.
Lazily, I leaned closer, my hand resting on his muscular thigh, my mouth hovering millimeters from his.
“You’re enjoying this,” I said, searching his mischievous eyes.
“Immensely.”
His face lit up, my stomach flipping at the sight of his excited expression. Gently, I smoothed a strand of hair away from his forehead, already imagining all the ways to deliciously ruin him.
“Balance has to be restored,” I announced, pulling away because he could distract me from my plan with a single look.
“Balance,” he repeated flatly. “What balance? You tied me to my own bed!”
“That’s correct.” I nodded and climbed off the mattress.
“After spending half an hour turning my house upside down,” he fired, and my smile faltered. How did he…
Dorian grinned at me knowingly.
“Aaaah,” he sighed. “So you did go through my drawers.”
The smug bastard.
“Don’t change the subject.” I placed my arms on my hips. “We’re discussing your behavior.”
“My behavior?” He gave me another once-over, clearly enjoying the view of his button-up on me.
“You think you can boss me around?” I asked, opening a button to give him a better view of my cleavage. “Tell me what I should or shouldn’t say?”
Dorian laughed, the sound sending an annoying flutter through my chest.
“I enjoyed it too much not to do it again, ma vilaine,” he replied, winking at me. “And let’s be honest, you liked it, too.”
Blush crept up my neck, coloring my cheeks, but instead of admitting anything, I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly left my skull.
“Did I hit a nerve?” he teased.
“Maybe.” I shrugged nonchalantly, reaching behind me. Slowly, I produced the dildo I found in his collection, relishing his flabbergasted expression.
“Nina?” His brows shot up so high they almost met his hairline, playfulness vanishing in a millisecond. “What are you going to do?”
“What do you think?” I smiled sweetly, opening the remaining buttons on the shirt covering me.
Keeping eye contact with him, I dropped it to my ankles. Dorian gulped, his stare jumping between my chest, hips, and face, as if he didn’t know what to focus on first.
“You didn’t answer,” I reminded him, moving the silicone dick between my breasts and down my abdomen to my pussy. “What do you think I’m going to do with this?”
“I’m not sure.” He tugged on the restraints, hissing in annoyance when they held in place. “You don’t need it, you know. I have a great, bigger dick only for you right here.”
“Yes, you do.” I nodded, lifting my leg on the bed. Sliding the dildo against my clit, I tilted my head, a gentle moan slipping from my mouth.
“Nina,” Dorian groaned. “Fucking untie me.”
“Bossing me around again?” I asked, my eyes finding his as I teased my entrance with the thick tip.
“Please,” he exhaled. “Don’t torture me.”
A lazy smile ghosted my lips.
“This is torture?” I knelt on the mattress and spread my legs, directing the toy into my wet pussy. “It’s bliss.”
I pushed it inside in one go, gasping at the intrusion. My walls squeezed around it as my finger found the switch and turned on the soft vibration that sent a delicious buzz through me.
“Oooh, fuck,” I moaned, slowly moving it in and out. My hand went to my breast, playing with my hardened nipple, my ears registering Dorian’s disapproving sounds, but I ignored them completely.
I focused on the pleasure building in my lower abdomen, my hips meeting the vibrator halfway as it brought me closer to my climax.
“Ninaaaa, Jesus fuck!”
But I was deaf to threats, pleas, and everything but my own satisfaction.
The moment I reached my peak was overwhelming, but what truly unraveled me was the look on Dorian’s face.
It was a mix of desire, frustration, and absolute disbelief, as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to strangle me or kiss me.
My body slowly relaxed, every muscle heavy and pleasantly exhausted. I drew a shaky breath and flashed him a lazy smile, thoroughly pleased with both myself and the outcome of my little operation.
“See?” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Balance.”
Dorian groaned, slamming his head against the pillows.
“Will you untie me now?” he asked, refusing to look at me, which only broadened my satisfied grin.
“I’m not done with you, baby,” I answered, pulling the cover from him. He’d slept naked, and his thick, erect cock instantly caught my attention.
“You’re not?” He peeked at me hopefully.
I shook my head, nesting between his legs. Placing my hands on his thighs, I leaned closer and licked his abdomen, but instead of going down, I chose to move up.
His breathing quickened, his lustful gaze glued to me as I took the ring in his nipple between my teeth and gently tugged on it.
“Tease,” he mumbled, his cock twitching against my belly. I smiled under my breath, wrapping my hand around its base. A grunt resonated through the bedroom, and I lifted myself to look at him.
“Behave.” I pecked his dry lips. “And you'll get everything, naughty boy.”
I abruptly pulled away, leaving him gasping for oxygen. Dismissing his protests, I grabbed the vibrator that was still covered with my juices and coated it with a generous amount of lubricant.
“What are you…” he started, confused, but the tip pressing against his hole shut him up instantly. His wide eyes glanced at my hand as I rubbed it against his entrance.
“I don’t have my gloves to stretch you first,” I said, pretending to be sad. “Those could hurt you.” I wriggled my fingers, showing off my long nails. “But you’ll take it like a good boy anyway, won’t you?”
“Y-yes,” he stammered, looking at me. Gone was his confidence, which constantly drove me insane. For the first time that morning, Dorian looked genuinely uneasy.
Victory warmed my chest. Finally, we were getting somewhere.