Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Irina
Iglare at my dad over the dinner table as he easily munches on the sandwich I made for him. Nikolai insisted I make it, saying I need to be a good hostess, no matter who the guest is. Even if that guest is the man who tried to sell me off for his own selfish reasons.
“So, Ivan,” Nikolai says, steepling his fingers together, “you came over here to demand my wife give you money. My money, I should add. But I’m going to offer you another deal.
Work for me. End this lunacy. You’re not going to win.
You’re not getting any of my money. If you want to pay off your debts, then work for me like I originally offered. ”
“You’ll have power over me,” my father sulks. My own father, a grown man, sulking. It takes everything inside of me not to snap at him.
“That’s the point,” Nikolai replies. “But I won’t use it to hurt you.
You’ll benefit me. You have contacts of your own.
Things you bring to the table. Just agree to work for me and in time, your debts will be paid off.
Because I can tell you this, Ivan. If you keep on bothering my wife, I won’t be inviting you to lunch next time.
” The threat is clear even though I’m not exactly sure what the threat is.
My dad slowly lowers his sandwich. “You’ll kill me, Nikolai? Is that it?”
“If you continue to be a nuisance then…”
My stomach knots even more. I’ve been deeply betrayed by my father and I want him out of my life but to have him dead? I’m not sure how to feel about that. And knowing it would be at the hand of my own husband… I’m really not sure what to feel about that.
“Or I can just take my daughter back and make you pay what you owe me. What you should have paid me when you first married my daughter.”
Nikolai smirks, like he thinks my dad is amusing. “You’re not getting your hands on my wife. Now, think about the offer. I’ll give you a day. And you better choose wisely. Now, get out of my house.”
“But my sandwich –,”
“Get out,” Nikolai says in a calm yet strict voice. He doesn’t have to get loud to exude power.
My father shoots me a glare like this is all my fault and storms out of the dining room.
“Now, it’s time for us to talk.” Nikolai’s simple sentence sends a weight right to my chest.
“Talk about what?”
“How you handled yourself around your father. He gets under your skin.”
“I think that’s understandable given what he did to me.”
“It is. But I don’t want you worrying about your father ever again. He’s a problem I’ll handle. Not you.”
“So, I’m just supposed to not have any thoughts in my head?” I ask.
“No. I just don’t want you worrying. There’s a difference. I am your husband now. It’s my job to protect you and I will. You still have to trust, Irina.” He leans back in his seat, looking like the definition of power. “Come here. Sit on my lap.”
I hesitate. “What?”
“I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to sit on my lap.”
“But you said you weren’t going to touch me without my consent.”
“Irina. I am not going to hurt you. Trust.”
I know he’s right but it’s hard getting my mind to believe it. Slowly, I walk over to him and stare down at his lap. His large thighs. Strong from exercise. He’s a man who works on every part of him.
But just above his thighs is a part of his body I’m not sure I’m ready for yet. It’s a part that could hurt me. It’s a part that could feel good if I let him touch me. If I can learn to trust him.
I sit down on his lap.
Nikolai pulls me in closer, clearly comfortable where I’m not. “There. This isn’t so bad, is it?”
“No,” I admit. “It’s not.” In fact, Nikolai’s legs are softer than I thought they would be. I fit into the nook of his body perfectly. Like we were meant to be. I’m really not sure how to feel about that.
“I’m glad.” He rests his hands on my hips, not moving up and not moving down.
Staying in neutral territory. “Now, I wanted you to sit here because I want you to see that I won’t hurt you.
That in fact, I can be gentle. I can be good to you.
And I can show you pleasure, more than you can imagine. If you just let me.”
My breath hitches. “Pleasure?”
The temperature in the room seems to heat up in an instant.
“Yes, pleasure.” His voice deepens. “So much pleasure. I know you haven’t been touched before. And I’m glad I’ll get to be the one to touch you for the first time. To awaken the woman inside of you.”
“I’m not sure…”
“Irina, look at me.”
I force my eyes to meet his. He places his finger under my chin, keeping me locked in place.
“I know you’re afraid. But all you have to do is give in to me. Listen to my words: I will not hurt you. Let me touch you.”
“How?” I whisper.
“Here.” He brings his hand higher and hovers it over my breast. “And here.” His other hand taps my inner thigh.
With my dress on, his finger is able to touch me skin to skin.
I gasp as goosebumps break out over my body.
“If you’ll let me. Let me touch you, Irina.
Let me make you feel good. Put your father from your mind. Stop worrying. And trust me.”
He makes it sound so good, like paradise. Like it could all be perfect if I just let it.
And couldn’t it be?
Nikolai is an extremely handsome man. His power and confidence makes him even more attractive. I could trust my husband. But I thought I could trust my father and he betrayed me completely. What if Nikolai does the same to me?
“I’m scared,” I admit.
“Why?”
“That you will hurt me. That you’ll go back on your promise.”
He squeezes my hips. “I know. But if you learned to trust, you wouldn’t be so worried all the time. Let me touch you and show you how good this can be. Just this once.”
I look into Nikolai’s eyes for a long moment. There’s only sincerity there. Either he’s a good liar or… he means what he says.
And I am curious what it would be like to be touched by a man. My father hid me away for so long. This can be a chance to break free of him.
“Ok,” I whisper and lean against him.
Without taking his eyes off mine, Nikolai brings his hands to my breasts and holds them there.
Not squeezing or moving. Just giving me time to get used to the sensation.
Even with my dress in the way, it’s like I can feel the power in his hands.
I can’t even imagine what it would be like against my bare skin.
“Does this feel good?” he asks right as he begins to move his thumb around, stroking my nipple through my dress. I gasp. It does feel good.
“Yes.”
“See? You don’t have to be afraid.”
A flare of arousal shoots through my legs and I press them together. Nikolai notices. Of course he does.
“Here. This would make you feel so much better.” He unbuttons the top of my dress and pushes it down to reveal my bare breasts. I hold still, both afraid and eager to know what this will feel like.
That’s when Nikolai strokes his thumbs over each of my nipples. I cry out.
“It’s ok, baby,” he murmurs into my ear. “It’s ok. Just let this feel good.”
“I’m sensitive here.”
“I know. That will make it all the better. I promise.”
I press my legs tighter together as he plays with my breasts.
“I know what you need,” he says in a gruff voice. Keeping one hand on my breast, his other hand lowers to my thigh and before I can stop him, moves it between my legs.
The moment he cups me through my panties, I almost lose my mind. The sensation is too much. Too powerful. I feel like I might die from it all.
Nikolai’s fingers find my nub and rub against it. Even with my underwear in the way, I can feel it all. Feel exactly how good all of this is.
I drop my head back against his shoulder, unable to keep it up. The pleasure is too much. Mix with my fear, it’s a heady combination.
“That’s it, baby. Relax into my touch. Here.
” He pushes my dress up higher and nudges my legs apart with his knee.
This allows him to rub me harder. On instinct, my hips rise up to meet his hand.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and is taking pleasure in it.
I can feel his erection underneath me. Feel how much I affect him too.
But Nikolai doesn’t comment on his erection. He is making this moment about me.
“Oh,” I cry out when he presses down on my nub and nipple at the same time.
“Fuck, you’re so sensitive.” His breath tickles my ear. “God, baby. I knew you were perfect. Made for me.”
His fingers slip under the waistband of my panties and touch me skin to skin. The moment his fingers find my nub again, I know I can’t hold back what I’m feeling. The pleasure growing through me. It’s all too much.
Nikolai flicks and presses and rolls my clit around, making me warmer and warmer. My arousal seeps out of me. I know it’s coating his fingers. That fact makes me blush but I don’t stop what I’m feeling. I don’t stop this moment.
I don’t want to.
“Come for me, Irina,” he says into my ear. “Let me see you at your most vulnerable. Come for me, baby.” He sounds almost as desperate as I feel.
He flicks my nub one more time and it’s exactly what I need.
I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. It’s like nothing I’ve experienced before. Nikolai holds me close as I ride out my pleasure.
Once I stop trembling, he removes his hand from my legs and my breast and fixes my dress, putting everything back in its place.
“There. How was that?” He settles his hands on my hips.
“That was…” I blush.
He skims his finger along my cheek. “You can tell me it felt good. I know it did. I can give you more of that. Anytime. Anywhere. You are mine now, Irina. I want to make you feel good. I want to worship your body. You just have to promise to stop worrying about your father. Don’t try to run from me again. Just be here with me.”
With the feeling of my orgasm still lingering in my body, I know it would be easy to agree with him. To let him touch me like this every day? It would be amazing.
But I’m not sure I can forget my father. I’m not sure I won’t run again. I still can’t risk getting hurt after how I’ve already been hurt.
“Irina.” He takes my face and makes me look at him. “Promise me.”
I know in this very moment I’m going to have to lie to my husband. My scary, powerful, intimidating husband.
I lick my lips and Nikolai’s eyes go straight to them. Before I can react, he plants a soft kiss to my lips that I find myself leaning into. It only lasts for a moment.
“I promise,” I answer him, even if I know I shouldn’t.