Page 46 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

“I said, up on your knees,” he barked, lifting me back up until I was fully sitting on my knees, no longer bent over.

“No, bent over,” he corrected sternly, but I wasn’t about to listen. Not this time. I turned to the side, laying down and curling into the fetal position.

“Bent over like this?” I teased with a smirk.

With a grunt of frustration, he stood from the bed. My head shifted to the side just in time to see the way his hard cock throbbed. He might have been frustrated with me, but it was clear as day he was enjoying this. Making his way over to the table, he grabbed something I could not see, even when I lifted my head and craned my neck.Even as he strode back towards the bed, the item was hidden from my view.

His hand caressed my hair, playing with the strands for a moment before he gripped the tresses, pressing my head into the pillow. His hands moved down my arms, clear down to my wrists before lifting them up above my head, holding them in one strong grip.

The bed shifted as he moved over me, kneeling overmy body. I couldn’t stop myself from arching into his groin, the stinging red curves of my ass colliding with the hard feel of his cock.

The sound of clinking metal suddenly rattled through the room, giving me the urge to lift my head and look behind me.

“Don’t you dare move that head, princess. Stay still.” The feel of soft leather wrapped around my wrist, the handcuff quickly buckled and latched in place before he did the same to my right hand. A soft metallic click told me he had locked the two cuffs together, just moments before he lifted me into his arms, flipping me over until I could wrap my legs around his waist as he hoisted us both from the bed.

“You’re coming with me, and this time, you won’t be able to disobey,” he growled, the promise against my lips, carrying me across the room until my back hit the wall. I barely felt him lifting an arm over his head as his kiss stole every thought from my brain, making me lose myself at the moment.

The soft clinking of metal above me drew my attention as he connected my handcuffs to a hook in the ceiling I had never noticed. My arms stretched over my head, holding me in place.

I didn’t have time to think much about it as the feel of his cock grinding against my core pushed every thought from my head. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, trying to pull myself onto his cock.

The firm grasp of his hand gripped my throat, pushing my head back into the wall with a dull thud that had me groaning with desire. He didn’t treat me like I wasbreakable. He treated me like a real woman, and fuck, I was into it. I didn’t miss the way he looked down, watching as his cock slid into my core.

“Fuck, you look pretty wrapped around my cock, princess,” he groaned, not even looking up at me as he slid inside. “Those pretty little lips wrapped around my length, stretching wide to take me in.”

“Fuck, you can’t talk like that and expect—” I cut off, throwing my head back as he slammed all the way in forcefully.

“I can’t expect what?” he repeated my words, teasing me with his hips grinding against me, hitting spots that made me see stars. Each thrust teased my cunt, and his pubic bone ground against my swollen clit.

My eyes fluttered open, looking down at him from my position. I needed those lips on mine. I needed it right then. He obliged, groaning into my mouth, deepening the kiss before I let my teeth clamp over his lush lower lip, biting until he hissed and pulled away. “You can’t expect me to be able to follow directions when you talk like that,” I whispered against his lips.

His groan of arousal was music to my ears, and his hands were everywhere all at once as he drove into me over and over again.

“I can feel you tightening around me. Wrapping around me. Milking this cock,” he breathed against the shell of my ear. Breath fanned, lips peppered kisses down the length of my neck as he tortured me with his touch and his words. “Fuck, you feel good.” His words made me shiver.

“Maybe you’ll remember that next time you spank my —ah!” I cried out, shrieking as he grabbed my face, his hips thrusting endlessly and relentlessly. His hand gripped my jaw tightly, forcing me to look at him. Dark blue eyes met mine, holding me prisoner to his pleasure, his torture, to anything he damn well pleased. And fuck me, it was hot.

“Let’s get one thing clear, princess. You love me spanking your ass just as much as I love doing it. Don’t you fucking lie to me.” His eyes, bright with desire and lust, were my undoing. Heat coiled deep inside of me, my pussy almost rippling, clenching so fast, so tight, it made my head spin.

Gasping, my eyes locked onto his, my orgasm hovering just out of reach.

“Say it,” he growled through teeth clenched tight, his effort apparent as he worked to stave off his own orgasm. His restraint was admirable, but I wasn’t about to let him win. I clenched down, redoubling my efforts to make this just as hard for him as it was for me.

“Never,” I hissed back at him, almost spitting in his face with my faux vitriol.

His hand shoved me back by the jaw again, the sharp thud of my head hitting the wall making me gasp as he held me there, locked into place by wall and ceiling, completely immobile.

“Say it,” he bit out again.

“No,” I hissed, as his hand tightened just a little more. But even as his eyes narrowed, his touch digging into my skin to the point I was sure bruises would show tomorrow, I couldn’t lie to myself. I fucking loved it.

“Oh… are you afraid?” he asked, his brow furrowed as though he were honestly asking himself the question, instead of baiting me like the good fucking brat tamer he was.

My eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as I sucked in a hissed breath at his provocation.

Button. Fucking. Pushed.

“So which is it, princess? Are you going to say it? Or are you a scared little brat who doesn’t know what she likes?” Sharp words of feisty competition only fueled my ire — and my arousal. Deep pools of sapphire blue eyes stared down at me, arousal and delight dancing in their depths as his hips swiveled and pitched, pushing my desire to new heights. Fluttering tingles lit my entire pussy aflame as I struggled to hold my orgasm back.

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