Page 36 of Seduced By the Russian

And scarier was the fact that she wasn't even looking for a way out.

Nikolai discarded his clothes in the blink of an eye, standing before Lisa with his devilishly handsome features. Her throat got parched as she stared at him, but she knew Nikolai wouldn't get her water if she asked. He would rather stuff his cock down her throat.

That thought elicited a small moan from Lisa's lips as she closed her eyes to allow the wave to pass. When she opened them, Nikolai was on the bed, in the middle of her thighs, waiting in what could pass as patiently.

But Lisa knew better.

"You cannot do that," he instructed, tugging her closer to him in one deft movement. "You have to wait for me, krastoka. Building your anticipation is one of the things I love doing to you. Your eyes grow darker with wonder and anticipation, and that turns me the fuck on. And do you know the best part?"

Silence.

"You have to use your words, krastoka," Nikolai drawled, still looking into her eyes, sampling the whip in one hand.

"What is it?" she breathed.

"The fact that no matter what I do, you take it in like some sex-starved slut. Because that is what you are, krastoka. You are my slut. You are whatever I say you are."

Was it crazy that those words made her core clench in need, penetrating into the deepest part of her that she had no clue existed? There had to be something wrong with her.

Using the whip, Nikolai traced a path on her skin, from her ankles bent at an odd yet comfortable angle to the insides of her thighs. Lisa felt the urge to press her legs together, but the cuffs made that impossible, so she just lay underneath Nikolai, writhing and moaning.

"I love the way your body reacts to me," he murmured and stopped at her freshly shaved core, using his hands instead to tease her. Nikolai eased his fingers inside her, and Lisa clutched hard on the sheets of the bed as she arched her back, meeting him halfway.

"You're so fucking wet," he murmured with approval, then joined his hands with his mouth on her core, touching, teasing, swirling, while his fingers thrust inside of her, building up the sensations erupting inside Lisa like fireworks. It was more intense because the cuffs made it impossible to move or to match his pace.

“Nikolai!" she cried out in ecstasy, not knowing what exactly she needed.

"Say my name again, krastoka."

"Nikolai!" Lisa could barely recognize the sound of her own voice - it sounded exactly like what Nikolai had called her - a sex-starved slut.

"Fuck! Yes, baby!" Nikolai flipped her instantly so that she was lying on her back. He pulled her up so she was sitting on her thighs, which were on his as well. But her feeble weight did nothing to affect his stance. Instead, he pulled her closer until she could feel his hard cock assaulting her ass. He bent at once, removing his thighs from underneath her so that her ass was in the air.

"Fuck… You are so hot, krastoka."

He cupped her butt with a hand, and suddenly, Lisa felt the impact of the whip on her ass. She buckled forward, and a loud moan escaped her lips. It was difficult paying attention to the pain when it was fucking mixed with insane pleasure. Almost immediately, he slammed into her, thrusting hard and fast and, at the same time, using the whip on her ass.

Lisa helplessly surrendered to him, finding her orgasm as she came all over his dick, screaming his name over and over again like a mantra. He loved hearing it, because the next minute, he came as well, releasing into her.

Collapsing by her side, Nikolai stretched to undo the cuffs and then pulled her out of the bed before she could snuggle into the arms of sleep.

"The lights are beautiful from the balcony," he whispered, putting her arms through a bathrobe and doing the same for himself.

They spent the next few hours there, watching the world go by, enjoying each other's silence, fueled by the fact that they were so aware of each other's presence.

Nikolai jolted with a sudden awareness as his eyes slipped towards hers. He was enjoying this too much.

Chapter Seventeen

Lisa jolted out of bed suddenly, sweat covering her face and neck. Her heart was still thumping erratically, even though she was out of danger's reach. She could still vividly remember the details of the dream, so much that it scared her thinking about it. Someone had been chasing her from a huge building, almost as big as Nikolai's mansion, and everything that had been on her mind was to put as much distance between her and her assailant as possible. Just when she thought she had finally gotten out of his path, he crept up on her from nowhere and covered her face with some black cloth, cutting off her vision and ability to breathe.

Goosebumps erupted on Lisa's skin as she got up from bed, deciding she didn't want to go back to bed anymore. Even if she tried, she doubted it would be possible. She could still feel the dread that had taken hold of her in her sleep, making her legs so heavy underneath her. It was going to be a long shot trying to fall back asleep, so instead, Lisa padded to the door, walking through the hallways, floor to floor, for want of something to do.

She had an abandoned book on her dressing table, but Lisa wasn't in the mood to read. In fact, being alone scared the hell out of her right now, but she didn't think waking Nikolai up in the middle of the night would meet a round of applause.

Lisa couldn't help but notice how his attitude towards her had changed in recent times. It was like there was a sudden swift, spurred by something he had come across. But that was the problem. Lisa had racked her brain, trying to come up with something she must have done to get him this way, but she always came up empty.

Nikolai hadn't always been a gentle fucker, but in times past, he had held her like he actually cared, even though his eyes said something else. But recently, there was an obvious clash in his eyes, like he was trying to come to terms with something and maybe fight it. Lisa remembered all the questions he had asked about her childhood and how she had nothing interesting to give him. What if he got bored of her because of that and threw her out of his home? Lisa knew Nikolai had no reason in the first place to be her protector, so what if he only did it to get something?

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