Page 110 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

I stood from the bed, choosing to show him, not only with my words but with my body, what I intended for the night. I guided him to the bed, pushing against his shoulders until he sat in the same position I had been, perched on the edge of the bed.

“You wanted just Maddy tonight?” I asked, somewhat rhetorically. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I straddled his lap, tossing my hair over my shoulder in a move I prayed looked as sexy as it felt. “Pure Maddy is what you’re going to get.”

The way his eyes roved over me from the top of my head down past my breasts and to the apex of my thighs spoke of pure and unadulterated lust. If looks could kill, then looks could certainly set a girl on fire. Who was I kidding? That look of his could have gotten me pregnant.

While the urge to submit still ran rampant, seeming to pound through my very blood, I focused on the dominance he had shown me, using it to guide me. Ikissed him passionately, pouring myself into it as I took control of the situation.

With my hand around his neck, I rocked over his lap, teasing his cock with the folds of my pussy as he groaned beneath me.

Yeah, I could fucking get into this,I thought to myself as he thrust his hips upwards, meeting every grinding, swiveling motion of my hips.

Letting my hands wander his body, my fingers found their way to his hair. I scratched lightly against his scalp with my nails, making him gasp and shudder beneath me. His gasping moan quickly turned into a primal growl of need as I sunk my nails in just a little deeper, adding pain to the pleasurable sensation. His cock twitched against my slit. It was almost impossible to ignore the desire to lift and slide down on his hard length, indulging both of our desires in one fell swoop.

Instead, I moved my hand around his neck, tightened my grip, and turned his head to the side as I kissed my way down the length of his neck. The feel of his pulse thundering just below the skin was heady. I felt powerful. I felt sexy. No fucking wonder Niko loved this shit so much. It was like I was getting an inside look at the other side of the kink coin.

“You smell so good,” I groaned against his neck. He smelled like soap, and something else utterly masculine and entirely him. His body shivered as I pressed open-mouthed kisses down the length of his neck to his collarbone, letting my tongue flick against his skin as he groaned and his cock twitched uncontrollably.

“Not as good as you, my love,” he muttered, the termof endearment making me pause for just a moment. The word surprised me. Desire and love swirled together inside of me, and I lowered my head again, flicking my tongue against his pulse point as he groaned, his hand moving the small of my back. He held me to him, gently applying pressure as he thrust up against my dripping wet pussy.

I could tell he wanted to take control. His hands fidgeted and twitched against my hips, obviously resisting the urge to pull me forward as I gyrated over the length of his cock, wetting it with my arousal. Fucking Christ, he felt good. The desire to just slide back and let him slip inside of me was almost too much to bear. But I resisted. I had plans.

“Lay back,” I whispered against the shell of his ear, the feel of my warm breath on his sensitive ear making a shiver run down his body.With a solid shove of my hands against his chest, I urged him back, but he refused, holding himself upright.

“Lay back for me,” I repeated, more firmly this time, as my lips pressed softly against his.

As our lips parted, hovering only a breath away, he whispered the only words that could push us past the emotional turmoil we’d both endured over these last twenty-four hours. The only words that fit us like a fucking glove.

“Fucking make me.”

With a guttural growl that erupted from deep within my chest, I snarled. His eyes widened, arousal dilating his pupils, and I knew I had him hook, line, and mother fucking sinker.

My nails dug into his chest, pressing into the tattoo that ran like black lines of sensual sin down to his side. He hissed, driving my desire for him higher. Time and time again, he took control. He was a Dominant, after all. But not this time. This time it was my turn to take the lead, to be the one calling the shots. And I reveled in that power. I pushed him back roughly, and he let me, falling back against the pillows.

Ileaned over him, propping myself up on one hand as my lips kissed over his collarbone, tracing the pristine lines of his tattoo that lead down his chest and towards his side. His ink was fucking sexy as hell, and I had yet to take my time admiring it. Instead of letting my eyes wander, I allowed my mouth to take the path from collarbone to hip, pausing for a moment to flick and tease one of his hardened nipples.

His hips swiveled and rocked, eagerly trying to find his way into my eager pussy. I wanted him there — wanted it desperately, in fact. But not yet.

“You’ve spent so long doing things to my body; I think turnabout is fair play, don’t you?” My question was rhetorical, as I grabbed his hands, lifting them above his head and holding them there in my grasp, just as he had done to me, time and time again.

“Leave your hands there,” I commanded in the most dominant tone I could muster.

“You’re skirting dangerous territory, love,” he warned lightly. I knew he wasn’t used to being the powerless one in the bedroom. He was used to calling the shots. But I needed this, and something inside me told me he did, too. The power was heady, arousing, and altogetheroverwhelming. I reveled in it. It wasn’t where I wanted to be all the time, but for tonight, it was perfect.

“I said you’d get pure Maddy tonight. I never said I’d take it easy on you.” With a chuckle, I grabbed ahold of his chin, feeling the power that dominance provided wash over me.

“You little minx,” he sputtered as I squeezed his face in my hand, making his lips pucker ridiculously.

“What can I say? I learned from the best.” I sighed haughtily with a nonchalant shrug.

I kissed my way down his body once more, paying homage to every inch of skin in my path as I situated myself between his thighs. Peppered kisses turned to nipping bites as he hissed beneath me, sighing as the pain bloomed into exquisite pleasure. He shifted, placing one of his hands beneath his head, propping it up to better see me.

“Ah, ah. Hands where I put them, Mister,” I chided him lightly, making littletskingsounds as I looked up at him from between his thighs.

“Be reasonable, Maddy,” he warned, his tone low and almost growling. I could sense his dominance hovering just below the surface, like a caged beast, ready to claim his prey. Visions of running through the woods with him chasing me again, claiming me as we rolled around in the dirt and grass flooded my mind.

“Or what?” I teased, my teeth nipping at his inner thigh to the point of sweet, seductive pain. I knew the feeling all too well, having experienced it myself. He hissed, taking the pain I gave him. His hiss turned to a groan as the pain faded into sweet, seductive pleasure. Ifelt my pussy nearly gush in response, aching and clenching deep inside of me and demanding I take my pleasure with his body. But I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

First, I wanted to play.

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