9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Lana
It’s only once I’m done crying that Nikolai lets me go.
“You needed that,” he comments, pushing my hair out of my face. I lean into his touch.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper. Never have I shown this display of vulnerability before.
“I’m helping you become the person you’ve always wanted to become.”
“How do you know I want to become a different person?”
“I saw it the first time I watched you dance. I could see yourself holding back and I knew you had more to show. I’m honored that you’ve shown me any of this.”
I look into his handsome face through my watery eyes and all I want in this moment is to be comforted. All I want is to let go.
Before I can stop myself, I lean in and kiss him. It’s the first time I’ve initiated a kiss between us. Nikolai has only ever given me short, intense kisses but I want this one to last longer. I want to feel it all the way in my soul.
He grips the back of my head and kisses me harder. My fingers and toes tingle from the touch and a heat grows between my legs. Why does this man make me feel this way? This all-consuming desire to be ravaged.
Nikolai pulls back from the kiss and stares at me with an intensity that leaves me breathless. He gently pushes me down until I’m lying on my back. The cold floor of the ballroom doesn’t bother me. It only heightens everything. As an ice princess, I’m used to the cold.
But right now, I want heat. Fire. And nothing less.
Nikolai grabs my legs and pushes them into my chest before he lifts my dress around my waist. “Your panties are in the way,” he growls, setting his fingers on the waistband.
I don’t say a word. I want to see what he’ll do. I want to fully let go in this moment.
Keeping his eyes on me, Nikolai pulls my panties down my legs and tosses the flimsy piece of fabric to the side. My toes curl in anticipation.
He grips my thighs and parts them. Nikolai has never seen me from this angle. This completely exposed angle. I shiver and bite my lip.
“I have wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Tell me, Lana. When was the first moment you wanted me? Truly wanted me to touch you?”
I keep my lips closed.
Nikolai narrows his eyes and leans in closer. “I’ll make you talk. I’m very good at it.” The memory of him torturing that man makes a spike of fear hit me but I remind myself that Nikolai isn’t going to hurt me. If he wanted to, he already would have.
My heart rate increases as does the wetness between my legs.
“You said you wanted us to go back to our wedding night. I never got to touch you the way I wanted. But this game we’ve been playing – this teasing game – has excited me. It’s made me anticipate the moment I get to touch you for the first time. My virginal wife. Only for me.”
I suck in a breath.
He quirks an eyebrow. “Does that excite you?”
Still, no response. Still as a statue.
“Once I touch your pretty pussy, Lana, I don’t think you’ll be able to remain quiet.”
My inner walls clench at the thought of him touching me here. All my life, I’ve been rigid and cold. Technical in my dance. And right now, I want nothing more than for Nikolai to show me what I’ve been missing. All the ways my life can open up.
All the ways I can awaken.
Nikolai murmurs low in his voice as he parts my legs wider. He cups my pussy with his hand, making me gasp. His strong, secure hand. Claiming me.
In one motion, he swipes a finger up my slit. My hips buck up slightly.
“So you do like this,” he says. “You’re just not going to talk. Another game, I see. That excites me.”
I swallow hard. Knowing I excite Nikolai is making it hard for me to even think. To even process any of this.
“You cried and now you need another release. An orgasm this time. Tell me, Lana, have you ever made yourself come before?”
I shake my head no. All my days were focused on ballet and nothing else. Nothing else was as important as dance. I would be so exhausted from dancing when I got home that I would just fall asleep. I never bothered exploring my body.
“Such a shame. It’s no wonder you’ve struggled with your dance. You don’t truly know your body like a woman should.” He presses his finger to my nub and flicks it. I gasp, opening my legs wider. My stomach is in knots.
Nikolai’s smirk tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“You just need an orgasm, my sweetheart. Maybe I shouldn’t be rewarding you with this after what you did at our party but I think you’ve suffered enough.” He cups my pussy again and begins to rub his hand back and forth over my nub. Every motion makes a flare of desire hit me.
My hips roll into his hand. Never has anything felt this nice in my entire life. All the dance drills I had to do. All the pain in my feet and muscles. The coldness of my parents and home life.
Never any pleasure.
“Oh,” I whimper, letting out the first sound. Nikolai rubs me harder. I never knew such a strong hand could feel so gentle and good on my most intimate body part. My pussy as Nikolai called it. I never gave it a name. I never gave it much thought.
“My poor, sheltered wife. You just needed a good finger fucking.” He slides his hand lower and inserts his large finger into me.
I wince from the pain but my inner walls clamp down from the tingle of pleasure.
Nikolai doesn’t show my body any mercy as he drives his finger in and out of me.
“You’ll have to be ready for my cock one day. It’s a lot bigger than this.”
I whimper again and buck my hips into his hand. While he thrusts his finger into me, his thumb finds my clit and flicks it. The intense pleasure that runs through my body makes me cry out. My voice echoes through the large, empty ballroom.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Can I even call you that? You weren’t being sweet tonight. You were being naughty. I should have spanked you for that.”
I gasp at his words. My inner walls clench down harder on his finger.
“Do you like the sound of that? Being spanked? Let me control you, Lana. Let me help you.”
I stare into his intense eyes – the ones I first noticed watching me dance – and I can feel myself breaking down. Cracking.
Nikolai pulls his finger out of me and in one fast motion, rolls me onto my stomach before his hand collides with my bare backside. I cry out from the pain but I’m used to pain. I like the pain.
He shows my backside no mercy as he spanks me again and again. Each time, I raise my hips into his hand, needing this. Desperate for him to help me in this moment. I’m tired of thinking. I’m tired of being so highly coiled and ready to spring apart.
“Your pretty little ass is red,” he comments, making me flush. But I don’t say a word to stop him because I don’t want this to stop. He cups my pussy again, rubbing me harder. I grind my hips down into his hand. It’s all instinctual.
“Fuck, baby,” he says in a low tone. It only turns me on more.
“Oh,” I let out, moving my hips faster. Nikolai matches my frantic pace, rubbing me like he’s running out of time. The tingle in my stomach grows larger, expanding through my entire body.
He inserts his finger back into me, pushing it even deeper. It hurts but I love it.
I feel like an animal in heat as I buck my hips into his hand. When I glance at myself in one of the mirrors, I see how I truly look. On my stomach. My bare backside exposed. My hair a mess. And my eyes alight with more awareness in life than I’ve ever experienced before.
“Tell me, Lana,” he demands. “Tell me how much you needed this.”
I still don’t say a word.
He spanks my ass again, making me cry out. “I know you can speak. So speak.”
I keep my eyes glued to the mirror as Nikolai plays with my body. Instead of looking into Nikolai’s eyes, I look into my own, like I’m confronting myself.
“Are you getting close, sweetheart? I’ll only let you come if you talk to me.”
I grit my teeth together. The game we’re playing is too much fun to end. Besides, I’m used to delayed gratification. I can wait longer than he can.
Nikolai lets out a low growl as he spanks me again. I only raise my hips higher into his hand. “I think you like this too much. You should be punished for acting like a bad girl tonight.”
“Oh,” I whimper, biting my lip. Don’t speak. Don’t crack. An ice princess.
My hands try gripping the ground but there’s nothing to hold onto.
He dives his finger deeper into me, making me gasp. The pain is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It’s because it’s mixed with pleasure. In the ballet world, pain is just pain. The only happiness you get is when you win the role you always wanted.
“You’re going to say something by the end of tonight.” I can’t tell if his words are more of a promise or a threat.
Nikolai’s hand is relentless on my body.
My eyes drive into my reflection harder, like I can see into my soul. I need this as much as I need to breathe.
His hand spanks me again, harder. His finger thrusts into me again, harder. His thumb flicks my clit again, harder.
It’s all too much and I’m not going to last. I can feel the pleasure building, building, building inside my body, stretching all the way to my fingertips and toes. To the top of my head and to the bottom of my feet.
“You want to come?” he whispers in my ear, leaning over me. “Then say anything, Lana. Just one word.”
I want to make Nikolai proud. He just has that commanding dominance about him. I want to give him everything in this moment and I want him to give me everything in return.
I can’t hold back any longer. “Yes!” I cry out.
He lets out a low growl before pressing down hard on my clit. Shoots of pleasure wrack my entire body and I realize what’s happening. I’m finding my release. An orgasm. A moan leaves my lips as I shudder and shake. It’s the most intense feeling I have ever experienced.
Nikolai continues to spank me and thrust his finger into me as I ride out my orgasm. The pain mixed with pleasure only heightens it all.
But soon, my orgasm subsides, leaving me spent and tired.