Chapter 21
Nikolai
You Think You Can’t Take Any More
“That feel good, baby?” I crooned as Kinsley wheezed, trying to get her breathing to slow down.
“Yes, Sir,” she foolishly responded.
I pulled out of her, listening as she panted. A confused look crossed her face, almost making me lose it as I stepped back. My cock throbbed and dripped with her arousal.
“Up you go,” I murmured, pulling her to her feet and steadying her as she wobbled like a newborn giraffe. “What did I tell you earlier?”
“I…when…?” Her gaze screamed she wasn’t even on the same planet as me anymore. She struggled to form coherent thoughts, let alone recall our earlier conversation. She had that extremely satisfied look on her face. Then her eyes closed, another sign she wasn’t with me.
“Brother, do you want to step out of the shadows and remind our sweet little warrior about her promise?” I breathed.
Alek stood up from the couch and walked over. She jumped. “What are you doing here?” she asked in bewilderment.
“Nik said since I was kind enough to share you last night, he’d let me watch.”
“But why?” She blinked and chewed on her lower lip.
“He knows you like that shit. What, are you disappointed it wasn’t Sebastian or someone else?” His cheek twitched.
“No, Sir, not at all.” She reached for him, but he shook his head.
“To answer your question, Brother, your dirty little slut promised she wouldn’t come without permission.” Alek’s voice was laced with control, and Kinsley shivered in response.
“What to do with her? If she were an ordinary girl, we might be able to let it slide, but I think she knows better. Don’t you agree?” I asked, looking at Alek.
“Wholeheartedly. We may not have gone over expectations, but she knows better. It’s always been a rule—one I thought she’d perfected over hell week. Not to mention with that extensive knowledge she likes to brag about, it should be a given.”
“I don’t brag about that,” she argued.
“Mmm, you kind of did that one time with Sebastian. I could go get him and ask him if he thought you were bragging,” I said, playing with her nipples.
“That’s not necessary, and I thought my body was for your viewing pleasure only.”
God, her sass turned me the fuck on.
“She’s really pushing it, isn’t she? Coming without permission and now talking back. I wonder how many swats she’d earn if we let her continue,” Alek said.
She covered her ass with her hands and then sat warily on the bed, drawing her knees up.
“I think a nice leather belt might be in order.” I watched her eyes closely to see if she had any genuine fear of the instrument.
Lust pulsed through my veins as I pushed her legs apart and stared down at her beautiful pink cunt.
The distinct scent of her arousal and her pretty swollen lips made me feral, but discipline first. I took her hand and pulled her off the bed.
She willingly came and pressed her small body close to mine.
The control I normally operated in once more left the building.
My lips found hers, and I kissed them brutally, relishing her willingness to let me have my way with her. Soft whimpers escaped as I pulled away and walked her over to the couch. Alek had resumed his seat. He gestured to her, and she scrambled to position herself between his legs.
“Lean over Alek and place your forearms on the back of the couch behind his head, baby girl.”
She bent over and situated herself, while Alek’s hands roamed down her body.
He flicked his gaze to mine and shrugged.
I couldn’t blame him, really. If it were me in the same position, I’d have a nipple in my mouth.
She moaned at the feel of his hands, and it sent more blood rushing to my cock.
I found my belt and sauntered over, glad she was distracted.
“Hold tight to the back part, kitten,” Alek crooned in her ear. “Tell us why you’re being punished.”
“I came without permission and was sassy,” she said, and as soon as the last part of the word sassy left her mouth, I brought the belt down across her ass.
The force caused her to rise onto her tiptoes as she screeched, “Fuck, that hurt!”
“Language, young lady. We’ve talked too many times about that word. It’s supposed to hurt. It’s called punishment for a reason. Rein in the attitude, or we’ll be here all night, and Nik will never get to come inside you,” Alek teased.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when she groaned, “No, please, I need him.” Smack! The belt landed once more. She dutifully called out, “Two.”
“You’re cute, kitten, but those two don’t count toward the ten you have coming for disobeying and that sassy mouth. Those were for using the word fuck.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” she cried.
I began alternating spots across her ass, which quickly turned red. There was enough space between each swat that she would lower her feet and then rise once more as she called out numbers, keeping count. Each time she’d call out a number, Alek would alternate between sucking on her nipples.
His finger stroked her clit, and I was fascinated as she edged toward subspace. I picked up the pace, sensing she was close to coming again.
“Ten,” she choked out.
I dropped the belt, yanked her away from Alek, and plunged my fingers inside her soaking-wet cunt from behind. “Listen closely to me now. I’m going to play for a minute before I slide my cock inside you. No coming this time until I say so.”
She whimpered as I worked my fingers in and out of her heat. Her body stiffened and trembled, but she held back. Alek leaned forward and pinched and twisted her nipples.
“Such a good fucking little girl. Keep fighting it.” I moaned in her ear as I continued to pump into her cunt.
Her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide with hunger, lips parted like she couldn’t catch her breath. She was utterly wrecked. Consumed by the way I touched her. She went to move my fingers from her pussy.
“I need a break, please. Just one second.”
“No, malyshka. Daddy wants this cunt filled. I know, I know. You’re sensitive, aren’t you?” An exhausted moan was my answer. Thumbing her clit, I continued. “You think you can’t take any more, but you can, my dirty little slut. Remember, I told you I have need of this.”
“Nik, it’s too much,” she exclaimed as she bucked her hips.
“Do you need to safeword?” I growled, plunging my fingers deeper, stroking her. She vigorously shook her head. “Perfect. Now I want you to ride me,” I said, moving toward the couch.
Grabbing her legs, I positioned them over mine. She hovered over me, her pussy lips open and glistening in the room’s dim light. My cock was poised to pierce her, and I reveled at the anticipation of how tight she was going to be. I lowered her body, staring as I disappeared inside her.
The warm, wet flesh of her cunt covered me. Her eyes widened as she grew accustomed to the unique feeling of riding me. I ran my hands along her thighs, caressing them tenderly. She eased herself forward, grabbed the back of the couch, and threw her head back.
“I like it like this,” she whispered, rocking against me.
“Then fuck me,” I whispered in her ear. Her eyes flew open, and she stared deep into mine.