Page 35 of Seduced By the Russian

But what if she was only pretending not to know?

Nikolai wanted to send her back to her room, but watching her wince in pain and fear made his cock hungry for her. He knew he could get it somewhere else, but none of them felt as rewarding and passionate as Lisa. Sex for Nikolai had always been another avenue to exert his authority and to make women tremble underneath him. It was that way with Lisa, too, but it was also so much more. He couldn't particularly identify what was different, but it was undeniable.

At least, he could admit that much to himself.

"Follow me." Nikolai held a hand out to Lisa, and she took it gingerly, allowing him to lead her up the stairs. She remembered the first time he had made her give him a blow job and, not up to an hour later, took her to the beach, almost like he had a multiple personality disorder. This situation felt too familiar to that, and Lisa knew she had to brace herself for the ride that was coming next.

Nikolai stopped in front of his secret room, and he fished for the key in his pocket.

"Do you always have it on you?" Lisa questioned, distracting herself from her racing pulse and the now dull ache in her arm.

"I always need it," was his response as he took her hands in his again and walked her into the room.

It was Lisa's second time in here, but she doubted she would ever get used to it. The sheets had been changed already, and she couldn't find the dildo where she had carelessly tossed it last night. It made Lisa wonder whether the people who came in to clean were aware of Nikolai's fantasies and had signed an NDA not to say a word. Or did Nikolai threaten them the way he did her?

"I'm going to do something different with you today," Nikolai murmured, almost excitedly, as he strolled to one post of the bed, standing beside it.

"You know the drill. Strip."

Lisa didn't wait to be told again before her hands went under the big t-shirt she had on, pulling it over her head and freeing her boobs.

No bra again.

Her hands shook in anticipation as she worked on the button of her shorts, and each time she thought she had it, it slipped out of her fingers. Nikolai chuckled as he watched her try to regain control over her muscles, but didn't move to help her. Finally, getting the button out of the way, Lisa tugged the shorts down her hips, and stepped out of it.

"Good girl," Nikolai muttered, calling her over with a finger.

Lisa felt like the devil incarnate herself getting turned on by something as dark as this. He needed help. Maybe they both did, because she could feel her panties already getting soaked, even if Nikolai had yet to do a thing.

"Krastoka," he breathed as she stopped in front of him, closing her eyes when he brought his head down. His breath fanned her face, and Lisa raised her head up in response, meeting his lips halfway. She sighed into his mouth as Nikolai buried his hands into her hair, tugging her impossibly closer. She tasted like a shot of his favorite liquor, raw, powerful, and intoxicating, and Nikolai feared that he would never have enough.

Maybe he would just hold her captive for as long as he wanted to.

Lisa took a tiny step forward and rubbed her clit on his thighs at a steadily increasing pace. She had stopped hiding how much she wanted him, and it was supposed to be a good thing for Nikolai.

But the knowledge that she was a Petrova made him question it all.

Tonight, though, he was going to be in control.

Nikolai broke the kiss suddenly and picked her off the floor, throwing her to the middle of the bed. His towel slipped off his waist in the process, and Lisa gasped as her eyes zeroed in on the size of his erection. Nikolai had been fucking horny for her all morning, and that was one of the reasons he had chosen to skip breakfast. It certainly helped if he didn't have to face her, but she had come trespassing into his room with her fucking sexy hair and a pair of innocent eyes.

"This is a testament to how much you live under my skin," he said in frustration as he stretched her arms apart. "You act like some prude one minute, and the next, you're a fucking whore."

Lisa would have pointed out that he was the one who wrapped her in a daily dose of confusion, but she didn't trust her voice to utter anything reasonable as Nikolai cuffed her hands to the bedposts on both sides of the bed. Climbing off her, he did the same thing for her leg, using an extendable cuff that could be widened as he pleased, stopping when her feet were only about one foot apart.

Nikolai paused to stare at his work. "The last time I fucked you," he said in a husky tone. "You had your freedom at your disposal. I wonder if you'll taste the same today."

"What if I get stuck in this or something?" Lisa wasn't really worried about that, but she had to say something to stop the fire that was spreading through her body in some crazed fashion, barely leaving room for her to breathe properly. She was fucking horny and needed his big hands on her before she lost it.

"You can't," Nikolai smirked, grabbing the cuffs on her legs. He suddenly pulled it apart, and Lisa gasped. "See? It's extendable." He left her needy body for a second to grab a whip he had chosen the last time he was in here with Lisa, uncertain if he would need it at the time. It was plain but also happened to be one of his favorites.

Lisa gaped up at him with her eyes wide open as he caressed the under of her foot with the whip. It tickled up her spine and caused her to laugh despite the situation.

"Trust me," Nikolai murmured, then smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You won't be laughing when I start."

Fuck!

Nikolai didn't have to start doing anything for Lisa to already feel breathless. He was her bane, and yet, she would still choose him over and over again, even though he probably was trying to force her not to. He made her see the other side of life that she had never been introduced to - the dark and kinky side. And now, Lisa was entrapped in it.

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