Page 45 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

“I know about pleasure,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“No, youthinkyou know about pleasure,” he quickly corrected with a chuckle, leaning in closer. “Pleasure on its own is wonderful. But when combined with pain?” His fingers seized one nipple, twisting it until I hissed, my back arching clear off the bed. “That’s something completely different.”

Before I could respond, his lips wrapped around the same nipple, the wet sensation making me gasp as he flicked, teased, and tortured the tender bud. Every ounce of pain melted away, blooming into a pleasure I had never experienced before.

I moaned softly at the feeling, arching up further into him, but after just a few moments, he removed his mouthfrom my breast, leaving me feeling a bit disoriented. My mind was beginning to feel a bit fuzzy in a way I couldn’t describe, and certainly had never felt before this. Was this what the book called subspace? I shook my head to dispel the feeling and focused on Nikolai. I wasn’t sure I was ready to let go to that extent yet. That felt too vulnerable this early in our journey.

He found his place between my thighs, kneeling there before he spoke. “Eyes.” The command was more than I could resist, and my eyes found his. “Stay still. Trust.”

Still trying to regain focus, I could do little more than nod, but this time, thankfully, he allowed it. He picked up an item from the table, showing it to me. “This is a riding crop. It makes a loud sound but does not hurt badly. Remember, trust.”

My eyes went wide, but I took comfort in his words. He had not lied to me yet. Granted, that did not stop the fear from pooling deep in my gut. Still, I made the decision to believe him. And I wasn’t about to pussy out now. No pun intended.

Slowly at first, letting me acclimate to the feeling, he began touching and striking my chest with the crop. The hits fell like rain against the curves of my breasts, coming at me from every angle. Soft leather tip ran over my skin, creating goosebumps and tickling sensations that had me giggling before sharper swats landed with loud cracks and stinging pain. The juxtaposition had me on edge, wondering what would come next, and never knowing how to prepare myself. I supposed that was the point. I relaxed into it, letting the sensations wash over me as I accepted his delicious torture.

Gradually he began striking a bit harder, then harder still, leaving tingling, reddened skin in his wake as he slowly ramped up the intensity. Gasping and writhing, I could not control myself. The sensations were overwhelming, driving me absolutely insane. A strong hand gripped my face.

“Still. Last warning.”

I gulped audibly as I nodded my understanding. His crop came down again, and this time, I was the perfect statue, unmoving as he required. The strikes were less sharp than his spanks had been, but just as arousing. The sound of each slap of the leather tip rang out into the room, pushing my arousal higher. I wanted to arch into it, to seek out the biting sting against my breasts, but he had said to stay still. And I wasn’t about to disobey. Not this time. Not this order. And especially not with how wet I was. I was certain I was leaving a fucking wet spot on the bed. My mind spun, my thoughts completely focused on the man above me, the pain of his strikes, and the thought of his cock plunging into me — hopefully soon.

“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” I could hear the humor in his voice — and the lust. So much fucking lust it filled the room like perfume, heady and intoxicating.

“Maybe,” I shrugged, feigning indifference with great effort.

“Oh, just maybe?” he chuckled. The fingers of his free hand dipped down, sliding in between my wet folds as he fingered me slowly. A moment later, the crop resumed its work, striking lightly over my tits. I gasped, unsure how to even begin to process the barrage of sensations that flooded me.

“That feels…” I gasped, trying not to arch away from the pain and into the pleasure.

“Pleasure is heightened by pain.” His voice was like magic, spinning its carnal web over me. Pleasure and pain worked in perfect harmony, his fingers teasing and toying with my clit as the crop came down over my breasts, swat after swat, until my legs began to tremble.

“That’s it. You can feel it right there, can’t you, princess?” he teased, his voice low and dark.

I couldn’t stop myself from gasping, “Yes!” My thighs trembled with the effort it took trying to reach the orgasm I so fucking deserved. But his damned fingers stayed just as they were, slow and steady, keeping me just out of reach of my brilliant climax.

Suddenly, everything stopped, his hand pulling away from me.

“What the fuck?!” I shrieked, half in confusion and half in anguish.

“Patience. Have patience,” he chuckled, moving off the bed and further away from where I wanted him. I couldn’t stop myself from pouting. “Flip over for me.”

He turned away for just a moment, and I saw my chance. If he was going to deny me, then buddy boy was about to get his own comeuppance.

I flipped around on the bed. I knew he wanted me to flip over onto my stomach, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I positioned my head towards the foot of the bed, my feet propped up on his pillow. I wiggled my toes in for good measure.

I couldn’t see him, but more felt him turn around towards the bed again. His sigh of aggravation endedwith a soft growl, and I couldn’t have been fucking prouder of myself. It was all I could do not to smirk.

“You little…” he trailed off, shaking his head. His hands slipped under my back, flipping me over. Literally! Head over fucking feet until my head landed on the pillow, face down. His hand pressed against the back of my head, fingers caught in my hair, rendering me trapped under his control. “Stay.” The command was all but spat at me. “You’re going to be trouble.”

“I said I’d obey. It’s not my fault you give bad directions,” I sassed, turning my head to the side. Instantly, his hand was in my hair, tugging my head back and maneuvering me until I had a face full of pillow. I tried to lift my head, but his hand was relentless, holding me in place. The sharp smack on my ass sealed the deal.

The pillow muffled my shriek of painful surprise at the sharp strike to my tender flesh. No sooner had I recovered than he grabbed me by the hips, pulling me up onto my knees, face still plunged deep into the pillow.

“Ass up, face down. One of my favorite ways to see you,” he groaned in appreciation. I could almost feel his heated gaze on my curves as his hands ran lines up and down my body, admiring the curves the position created.

“For such a tiny person, you have one hell of an ass.” My retort died on my tongue as his hand came down fast and sharp over my ass. Whatever words I might have come up with were quickly exchanged for sighs of delight as the warmth spread over my ass. He was less cautious than he had been before, but the fear was gone this time. This time, his strikes came down steady and strong, the warmth quickly blooming to stinging pain as my sighsturned to gasps and groans. My thighs shifted, rubbing together to soothe the ache that had situated itself directly behind my clit. I didn’t even blush as I realized my wetness had dripped down my upper thighs as my arousal grew.

His strikes grew sharper, faster, stronger, as my arousal began to surge so quickly it made my head dizzy again. I ached for more, my moans turning to mewls of need as my knees gave out and I flopped down onto the bed.

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