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“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” he demands, thrusting in and out again.

The pleasure is so intense I can’t even form sentences, let alone tell him anything. I can feel the orgasm rising inside of me and I cry out.

“Please, Nikolai, oh god I’m gonna…”

But he isn’t going to let me cum that easily. He pulls out of me, leaving me aching and desperate for more, for release, and spins me around, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist. He enters me again and I rip his shirt off, clawing at his back like a wild animal. He guides me up and down the length of him, gripping my ass.

Without thinking I kiss him. He hesitates for a second before hungrily kissing me back. The kiss is as possessive and aggressive as he’s fucking me. He’s claiming my mouth with his tongue. He breaks away, kissing my neck and giving me another hickey. Marking me as his.

I can’t believe how strong he is, how easily he’s able to hold me up. His strength is undeniably hot, as is his incredible muscular body. He carries me over to the kitchen island, sits me on the edge, and continues thrusting into me, getting faster and faster. I grab him by the ass desperately drawing him in deeper.

“Fuck, Nikolai,” I groan.

“You see,kukolka.You fucking love this. You want me to fuck you and own you and punish you. Don’t you?” he growls.

“Yes, oh god, yes,” I pant, pretty much ready to agree to anything if he’ll let me cum.

“Good girl,” he purrs, finally bringing me to climax and sending me over the edge. I cry out in pleasure as he cums at the same time.

“Fuck, yes, Nikolai!”

Panting and euphoric, he doesn’t even give me a chance to catch my breath before picking me up again and striding to a room in the back of the apartment. When we enter it, I realize exactly what I’ve gotten myself into.

Chapter 18

Arianna

Nikolai puts me down as we enter, flicking on the light switch to bathe the room in soft warm lighting. From behind me, I hear him lock the door.

The room is darker than the rest of the apartment, probably in part due to the rich burgundy walls and furnishings. A giant four-poster bed dominates the room with silk ties affixed at each corner. To one side, there’s what I can only describe as some sort of swing, but it’s decidedly not designed for a children's playground. On one wall, there’s a display cabinet with an intimidating array of sex toys, most of which I don’t even recognize what they could possibly do. In one corner, there’s a beautiful antique wardrobe, and to the side of this, I can just see there’s an ensuite through the ajar door.

The whole effect should feel intimidating to me. I’m so inexperienced and Nikolai’s basically just brought me into his sex dungeon to torture me. But I’m not afraid. Perhaps it’s the fact that, though it is different and certainly more decadent than the other rooms, it still feels tasteful. The coloring is classier and more subtle than a bright red would be, and the room smells tantalizingly good with hints of vanilla, cinnamon, and ginger. Aphrodisiac scents.

More likely it’s Nikolai’s presence that emboldens me. Given the post-orgasm euphoria I’m currently feeling, I’d have probably followed him into the depths of hell just for another taste of what he can give.

My breath hitches audibly, and I feel his muscular form behind me, his hardness pressing against my back. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’m completely naked while he still has his pants on. Embarrassed, I cover myself with my hands. Nikolai slowly but deliberately removes them.

“The time for shyness is over,kukolka.In here, you’re mine. Mine to do with as I please. You will do as I say,” he commands.

My instinct is to bite back with some sort of witty retort, to tell him I’m done being a good girl who does as she’s told. But the other part of me, the sexually curious side, wants to relinquish control, to do exactly as he’s asked. I go to turn around, though to say what, I’m not sure, but Nikolai’s strong hands clamp around my waist, firmly holding me in place.

“Did I say you could move?” he growls.

The feeling of his hands on my waist, firm and possessive yet not unpleasant or sinister, sets my body alight. I’m enveloped by his masculine smell and my pussy aches for him to touch me all over.

“No, sir,” I reply, deciding I can tease him just a little too. If he wants an obedient sex slave, I can give him more than he bargained for.

He lets out a low sound, somewhere between a moan and a chuckle.

“Walk over to the end of the bed, don’t look back.”

I do as instructed. I hear him moving around the room and the urge to look behind me is overwhelming. When I hear him approaching, I can’t resist a peek. He’s removed his clothing, standing there in all his glory, erect and readyhe looks like a Viking god. The tattoos that snake over his pecks, shoulders, and down over his arms highlight the rippling muscles beneath. Below his abs, there’s a perfect v that points the way down to his throbbingly large and erect penis. Just the sight of him has me soaking wet and eager for him to be inside me again.

He catches me looking and a small smile at my appreciation of his body forms on his handsome face. But he quickly becomes serious again.

“I said, no peeking. Turn back around.”

Reluctantly I tear my gaze away. He comes behind me and reaches up, attaching a pair of leather cuffs up high on the bedframe.

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