6. Kira #2
I nodded and leaned in a little closer, letting the fabric shift again so more skin showed.
"I'd lie in bed rereading your messages and wonder what it would be like to talk to you for real…
Or what it'd be like if you touched me." I bit my lower lip and watched his eyes follow the movement.
"I wondered if you'd be patient or if you'd take what you wanted the second I gave you permission. "
"Hmm, I thought I gave that to you already." When his eyes shifted to the glass of wine, I felt like I was losing him. He brought it to his lips and sipped, eyeing me over the rim, so I ran my hand through my hair and shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don't know… Maybe I was too drunk to remember." That was a total lie. The flush in my cheeks probably gave me away too.
I remembered every single second of that moment now more than a week ago.
It was incredible.
And my body remembered it too, so vividly, I was getting wet thinking about those hands ghosting over me again.
"You think I need your permission to take what I want?" Nikolai stood up slowly, setting the glass down. His chair scraped backward, and the very thing he said he witnessed about me every time he got dominant started happening despite my attempt to control it.
My cheeks burned.
My palms were sweaty, and I felt my pulse jump hard in my throat.
I had started this game to twist him around and make him want me enough to slip up, but the second he stood over me, the plan started to melt.
"I was trying to be nice," I said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the seat. "You could at least pretend to play along."
He spun me around so fast, my hands slapped down on the wood to catch myself. Dishes clattered and a glass tipped over, spilling red wine across the tablecloth. His chest molded to my back and his mouth found the side of my neck, teeth grazing the skin there.
"Nice is over, Kira," he said against my ear. "If you're gonna flirt with me, then let's not play any games. Bend the fuck over and spread your legs for me."
I gasped as he shoved the hem of the T-shirt up my back with one hand and yanked his boxers down my thighs with the other.
Cool air hit my bare skin and I shivered, but heat flooded between my legs at the same time.
His palm smoothed over the curve of my ass, then dipped lower, fingers parting me without any warning. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, and he felt it immediately.
"Look at that," he murmured, sliding two fingers through the slickness. "All that attitude and you're soaked. And here I thought it was all talk and no game. I must really affect you, huh?"
I tried to answer, but he pushed those fingers inside me in one smooth thrust and the words died in my throat.
My back arched and I gripped the edge of the table harder.
"Answer me," he said, starting to pump in and out. "You touch yourself thinking about me while you were up there refusing to eat?"
I didn’t know what to say.
How quickly the tables had turned, and I was no longer the one seducing him.
But this was what I wanted to know, right?
That I had power over him to manipulate him into doing what I wanted, which I did.
I proved that the minute he lost control and grabbed me. So this was the result.
That thought made my body relax as I said, "I’m surprised you don't have a camera watching me up there."
He added a third finger and the stretch burned so good, I pushed back against his hand, chasing the pressure.
The table rocked and wine sloshed out of the other glass as I whimpered and leaned into his touch.
"You want me to watch you touch yourself, Kira?" Nikolai took my hand and guided it toward my waist, then said, "Do it… Touch yourself like a good little princess."
I felt embarrassed again, but if I pulled away now, what would he say?
Besides, he was doing exactly what I had encouraged him to do.
I told myself the more I leaned into this, the more likely he was to believe fully that I wanted him for real.
It didn't hurt that my body responded to him so strongly, so I went with it, rubbing my clit in circles while he kept thrusting his fingers.
"God, you make so much moisture… Look at how you drip." When his hand came crashing down on my ass, I jerked and he growled. "God, you're gonna squeeze my dick like that."
"Mmm." I couldn't hold back, and I didn't want to.
Between the alcohol and the way he made me so horny, I felt myself building toward orgasm again.
I started panting, rocking my hips to force his fingers to angle into me right, and when the waves of pleasure built so high, they came crashing down on me and I couldn't breathe.
The orgasm ripped through my body in powerful contractions that made my legs shake and my pussy clamp down around his fingers.
I moaned, hips jerking against his hand while he kept pumping through every pulse.
And the twitching and jolting left me drooling on his wine-stained tablecloth, but he didn't stop until I was whimpering and oversensitive, thighs slick with my own release.
Only then did he pull his fingers free. I heard the sound of his belt and zipper, and I tried to rise, but a strong hand pinned me down. "Not so fast, sweetheart. You got what you wanted but now it's my turn. You're gonna lie there and let me fuck this pretty pink pussy until it weeps all over me."
I shuddered, relaxing on the table again as Nikolai's dick slid through my mess.
When he dipped between my lips, pressing against my entrance, I clenched.
But he pushed in anyway, forcing his dick past my strong walls.
The fullness stole my breath and I moaned a raw, needy sound.
He felt huge like this, stretching me wide and hitting so deep, I saw stars.
And he didn't give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again and again, every thrust pinning my thighs to the edge of the table.
"God, you feel perfect," he groaned.
"Yes," I gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Oh, my God, yes."
He reached around and found my clit, massaging it to a frenzy again.
He had me panting, clawing at the table cloth until all the glasses were tipping over, and the wine bottle fell off to the floor.
I swore I heard someone walk in, probably the maid, but I was so lost in the friction between my legs all I could do was beg for more.
"You like being bent over my table like this?" he asked, leaning over me so his chest pressed to my back. "Like being my little prisoner who gets railed where she eats?"