Page 47 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

It was right there. Right. Fucking. There. One deep breath, a tiny pep talk of determination, and I grasped hold of my control — barely. I wasnotabout to give him the satisfaction of my failure.

Strong arms held me firm against the wall, but his hands shifted. I gasped as he dropped me lower, my back sliding against the cool texture of the wall. Thrusting deeper and slower, he angled my hips until my knees were bent up over his elbows. Lights sparkled and flickered behind my closed eyelids as his thrusts came quicker, pleasure radiating through my whole pelvis with every swivel of his hips. My head fell back as I hissed, the new position pulling my arms taut over my head, just to the point of being uncomfortable. And somehow, that only made it fucking hotter.

I was held there, forced against the wall, unable to move, unable to gain any leverage to manipulate mysituation or position. I was trapped. Trapped by this smart-assed, slick-talking, handsome as fuck near-stranger — and right then, there was nowhere else I’d rather fucking be.

My core ached as I clenched and pulsated around his thick length, my orgasm fluttering just out of reach. One more thrust of his hips had the head of his cock hitting my G-spot perfectly, pushing me past the invisible barrier that had held me back. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, carrying me along in crashing, obliterating pleasure. The room faded as my vision lost focus and I succumbed to the pleasure he gave, or rather forced on me.

“I love it,” I cried out in blissful anguish.

“Louder!” he shouted, his cock slamming into me again and again as he sought his own release.

“I love it!” I finally shouted, as wave after wave of pleasure continued to assault my senses, overtaking every thought and leaving only the experience of this moment.

“Now, say my fucking name.” The deep, growling voice pushed me to the precipice and beyond, the very sound of it vibrating from his chest to my own. His hand released my chin, allowing my head to fall back. Two strong hands gripped my hips. He pistoned into me, taking me like a man possessed. And, fuck me, was I happy to be a slave to his desire. I could not think, could not breathe. Every thought and every action was completely owned by only him. Only Niko. Only Sir.

“Sir!” The word tore its way out of my mouth like a living thing, stinging my throat as his cock pounded into me over and over. He took his pleasure from me withviolent, passionate effort, pushing me over the brink and into another soul-rending orgasm. Pain seared my skull as I threw my head back, hitting the wall with a loud thud that went unnoticed as his own cries of ecstasy nearly drowned out my own.

“Maddy! Fuck!” he swore, the trembling of his own body finding climax within my depths, only connecting us further.

Consciousness wafted through my mind like a fog rolling in over the early morning hills. His hand reached up and over me, though I barely noticed, as I slumped back against the cool smoothness of the wall. The sound of metal clinking above me roused me enough to open my eyes as he lifted me higher against the wall, freeing me from where I was shackled to the ceiling. My eyes fluttered closed again as he wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling me close to him, his hand splayed over my back in a protective and nurturing gesture I was emotionally unprepared for. The tears pricking at the corners of my eyes only furthered the proof of how deeply his care affected me.

His heart beat a steady, pounding rhythm under my ear as I clung to him, the movement of his body as he carried me to the bed, a soothing motion that only beckoned sleep closer. The world shifted as he lowered me to the bed and wrapped the soft sheets around me like the most comforting hammock. The pillow under my head was the softest thing I had ever felt.

Never had I felt so sated, so utterly satisfied, and so completely exhausted. I curled onto my side, finding my favorite sleeping position without thought as the bedshifted, the warmth of his body enveloping me like a lover’s embrace… and I supposed that’s exactly what this was. A lover’s embrace. After what we had just done, I think the title was well earned, if I did say so myself.

Lips pressed against the back of my neck, his fingers tugging at my hair until he had cleared a path for his soft caresses. Cozy and satiated, nothing could have made the night better, other than a long sleep.

“Now, do you see the difference?” His voice came to me as though from a distance, exhaustion threatening to drag me over into slumber. His kisses sprinkled over my shoulder like fluttering butterfly wings, almost imperceptible. I felt the corners of his lips lift as he pressed a kiss directly on my shoulder blade.

“The difference between what?” My voice, hoarse with exertion and the promise of sleep, croaked embarrassingly.

“Kinky sex and true BDSM,” he laughed softly.

I sighed heavily, burrowing further into the soft covers of his bed. For a moment, I wondered why the bedding in my room wasn’t this soft, but thought better of it. Instead, I let sleep drift closer and closer towards me, happy and satiated in his arms. “Oh, I think I got the message,” I finally sighed, my eyes no longer able to remain open. “Loud and fucking clear.”

Chapter 13

Maddy

The bright morningsun filtering in through the window shades was hands down the most offensive thing that had ever occurred to me as I slowly, and quite reluctantly, roused from the best sleep of my life — quite alone. Niko’s bed was beyond comfortable, far more so than the pitiful sack of lumps that was my own mattress in the room down the hall. With a groan, I flipped over onto my other side, pulling the covers over my head and mentally cursing the lack of blackout curtains.

Just as I was about to fall back into blissful slumber, something caught my eye. Niko may have left me in bed this morning to do… whatever it was he was doing… but he had made one serious mistake.

There on the nightstand was the one thing I had longed for since the day I had arrived.

His cellphone. Sitting there unlocked on his nightstand, opened up to some news article he’dobviously been reading before he left the room to go do whatever it was he was doing.

Sleep suddenly a long-forgotten memory, I reached my arm out lightning quick, snatching the phone and pulling it to myself as I sat up in the bed, eyes wide and fully alert. I couldn’t believe my luck. Who leaves their phone lying around unlocked?

Now to remember anyone’s phone number. No one memorized phone numbers anymore. And I was no different. I wracked my brain, trying to remember. 816… that much I could remember, but that was anywhere on the Missouri side of Kansas City. That didn’t help one bit. Was it 517? 514? Fuck! Why wasn’t I a millennial? Didn’t they always remember phone numbers? Ugh!

“What the actual fuck?” a gruff, and decidedly angry voice called from the doorway. I gasped, jumping what felt like a foot in the bed, and the phone tumbled from my hands.

“Niko!” I gasped, my hand pressing against my chest to stop my heart from beating straight out of my chest. “You surprised me.”

His jaw clenched as my eyes lifted to see him. He was carrying a tray with breakfast on it. I could already smell the coffee.

“Yousurprisedme,Maddy,” he bit out tersely. With a white-knuckled grip on the tray, he walked it over to the bedside table, slamming it down hard enough that the coffee spilled and the dishes clanked loudly. The sound echoed through the room.

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