Page 116 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

Nikolai

“Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker,”I watched as Maddy muttered to herself in the bathroom mirror. She hadn’t noticed me standing in the doorway yet, and I was more than happy to just sit and watch her struggle.

Slamming her hands down on the counter, she took two deep breaths, closing her eyes and, very obviously, controlling that delicious little temper of hers.

“Not once, not twice, but three motherfucking times I’ve tried to braid you, and still you will just…not… cooperate,” she quietly seethed, ripping out the braid and running a brush through her thick waves angrily.

I had quickly learned that Maddy’s hair turned into a frizz ball at the slightest hint of moisture in the wind, meaning that the heat and humidity of summer were her greatest nemeses. She hated it. Me? I thought it made her look wild and gorgeous. But I was a guy. What did I know?

She opened the cabinet above the sink, pulled out aspray bottle, and wetted her hair down with a scowl on her face.

“If my fucking hair won’t listen to me dry, then maybe getting it wet will make it obey,” she hissed to her reflection. It was almost impossible to hold back my chuckle at her absolutely adorable tirade.

“I swear, if you don’t braid this time, I will just shave you off.”

“That seems a bit drastic, doesn’t it, love?” I finally uttered, nearly scaring her out of her wits as she jumped nearly a foot into the air.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror’s reflection, her look of shock quickly shifting to one of sly delight.

“Listen, if you thinkIam a brat, you haven’t gone toe-to-toe with this frizz ball I used to call hair.”

Twisting and twirling her hair into a braid formation with movements I could not begin to comprehend, she finally got it right, tying the elastic around the end to hold it in place.

“It looks perfect,” I praised her, moving into the bathroom until I stood behind her, hands on her hips as I pressed kisses along the back of her shoulders. She smelled like fucking heaven — and I was the lucky man who was about to make her fall from grace straight into the fiery depths of sin.

“Thank you.” She sighed happily, though I couldn’t tell if her joy was with me or with her now compliant tresses.

“So, are you ready, princess?” The very sound of her honorific on my lips made her shiver with anticipation. Those names, those almost sacred honorifics we hadchosen, had taken on a new meaning after our emotional declarations for one another. Long gone was the casual, for-the-time-being dynamic we had once initiated. We had discussed beginning a new dynamic after that night, a week ago.

Jesus, had it already been a week? Time seemed to blend together here, and while I wasn’t complaining, it was hard to keep track.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready,” she answered after a moment, our eyes meeting in the mirror’s reflection.

“Good girl.” I kissed the top of her head, then smacked her ass sharply as I turned towards the door.

“Can you ever just be good?” she teased with a roll of her eyes.

“Princess, I can be a damned saint,” I smirked with a cock of my eyebrow, turning to pull her to me. I kissed up the length of her neck, indulging myself with her delectable scent once more as I whispered, “But I never said I wasn’t a sinner.”

Slapping her ass one last time for good measure, I headed for the door to prepare for our scene. “Be down in the playroom in fifteen minutes, princess. We’re going to have some fun tonight.”

The way her eyes sparkled sent shivers through my body and straight to my cock. She nodded eagerly in agreement as I closed the door to allow her some peace and quiet.

It was time for Sir to come out and play.

A short while later, I had prepared the playroom, checking it over twice as I waited for Maddy to come down from my room and join me.

I had big plans for today. We had played lightly over the last week, but after the firefight at the other safe house, we had both needed some downtime, some time to decompress. On top of that, the emotional weight of expressing our feelings, of turning this casual affair into a real relationship — well, that just took work.

Finally, things had calmed down. We had both found ourselves desperate to have a real, lengthy scene together. It wasn’t just a desire. It was a goddamn need.

As I played out my plans in my mind, my cock grew hard, begging to be touched, tasted, and to be buried deep inside her slick pussy as soon as fucking possible.

I squeezed my length through my pants, hoping to ease the ache just a bit.

Finally, the door behind me opened. Maddy walked in, clad in nothing but the simple silk bathrobe I had bought for her as a surprise.

In all honesty, it was more for me than for her. Not only did she look incredible in it, it was a pain in the ass having to remove our clothing every time we wanted to come down here and play. This made things much,mucheasier.

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