Page 52 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

With that last word, he placed a weight in my hand. It wasn’t much, maybe two pounds at most.

“The second is discipline,” he added, placing an identical weight in my left hand. “Without these two things, you can never hope to find truebalance.”

So far, this was a fairly simple task.

That was until he lifted both of my elbows about six inches off the armrests, no longer allowing me to rest my weight on them.

“Oh, fuck,” I hissed, instantly feeling the difference in the effort it took to hold both weights aloft as he required.

“Now, you must hold these weights right here, not letting them slip or fall.”

“For how long?” I asked, already anxious about his answer.

“Until I say.” His eyes pinned me with a glare as he sank to his knees. “Let the punishment begin, princess. Your time starts now.”

I focused on holding my arms exactly where he placed them, staring into his eyes as I held the weights aloft.

“Good girl. Keep them there. Just like that.”

An ache began in my upper arms surprisingly quickly. I was an athletic girl, having spent many a day in the gym. But with Niko’s eyes on mine, I felt like I could do it. Hopefully, he would not make me hold them for long.

I gasped as his fingers teased at the lips of my pussy with a featherlight touch, barely touching, only teasing me. My arms lowered slightly at the surprising touch.

“Keep them where I placed them, princess,” he scolded lightly.

Redoubling my efforts, I focused my gaze on him. With him as my focal point, I could do this.

Until his fingers slipped inside my folds, finding my clit and teasing it mercilessly.

“Sir… I ….” I stuttered out, the burning in my arms growing tenfold with every flick of his fingers.

“Hold your position,” he barked out.

Clenching my jaw, I held my arms in the position he had given me. He shifted before me, flipping onto his back and then sliding beneath me until his head was positioned directly under the chair. I hadn’t even noticed the pillow-like object that held his head aloft, but the brush of his beard tickled against my lower lips, telling me that this was about to become way more fucking difficult.

I scanned the room, searching for something to focus on, anything to help me withstand the torture he gave.

It was my punishment to bear, and I was going to fucking show him I could do this.

What could I say? I was a competitive bitch on the best of days. And today, the bitch was out in full force.

His lips met my pussy slowly, taking his time as he explored my sex with great detail and even greater earnestness. Licking, flicking, and teasing me into oblivion, I struggled to maintain focus. Finally, my eyes focused on the glittering gold artwork that hung on the wall near the door. It was metal line artwork depicting a woman on her knees. It was stunning, and it was perfect to hold my focus.

My arms burned as his tongue flicked and teased my nub from its hood, wracking my body with tremors, pushing me ever closer towards orgasm. He hadn’t said I couldn’t orgasm, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I allowed myself to climax, I would drop the weights and fail.

“If you fail at this, princess, you will receive spankings,” he muttered against my lower lips, loud enough for me to hear, and to feel against my labia. “And not the kind you like,” he added with a smirk I could feel but not see.

“I will not fail,” I ground out between clenched teeth.

“If you succeed, I will give you more orgasms than you know what to do with,” he promised with an ardor that I could feel at the core of my bones.

“I will not fail!” I barked out more confidently, determined in my pursuit of obedience. I had fucked up. I would not fuck up again. Niko had been hurt by a woman in the past who had crossed his boundaries. I would not be counted among that list of trespassers.

My competitive streak went full tilt as I ignored the burning in my arms, willing myself to hold the weights aloft as his tongue and fingers played with my pussy like a master musician. Each strum drove me closer to an orgasm I was desperate to ignore — for now, at least.

Fingers plunged inside of me, hooking forward until he found my G-spot. Each flick of his fingers, curling and playing, made stars sparkle in my vision, and my eyes burned with the effort to continue focusing on the artwork hanging there on the wall. It was nearly impossible. All I wanted to do was close my eyes, drop the weights, and let my head fall back as an orgasm took me over.

Suddenly, after what felt like half a fucking hour, a loud chirping sound filled the room.

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