Page 52 of Niko's Printsessa

This is my fairytale.

His blown out eyes grow molten and his evil smile should frighten me, but it doesn’t, it thrills me. I’m all in with Niko Petrova.

“I keep my promises,Printsessaand I promised to tie you to this bed and fuck you until you’re delirious with pleasure.”

I watch his hard inked body walk into the closet, the muscular divots in his ass are fucking glorious. He returns with a leather strap and a paddle. I can feel my pulse thrumming against my pressure points, and a bolt of pleasure streaks between my legs.

He flips me onto my stomach and spanks my ass. My moan is begging, “yes, more.”

His chuckle is wicked and dark, just like him. “My sex slave is orderingmearound? That’s not how this works, Baby.”

He smacks my ass again, but this time it’s with the paddle, sparking the tinder of heat already swirling inside me. “Fuck!”

“Hurt?”

“Yes! So good.” He paddles me again, multiple times, quick and hard, causing waves of pain and pleasure. It hurts so fucking good.

He rounds the bed and takes my wrists, tying them together with the leather strap, tightened so I can’t break free, not like I want to. The tenderness of his thumb running under the leather to make sure it doesn’t cut into my skin is contradictory, proving my man is truly complex with his emotions.

I’m basically in a forearm plank but on my knees. He gently brushes my hair aside and leans in.

“Good?”

“Yes.”

“Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“I need to be sure you’ll tell me if it’s too much. We need a safe word.”

“What about no?”

“Can’t be no, Baby. I’m going to have you screaming no, but deep down you won’t want me to stop.”

I blush and my thighs clench. “How about blue?”

“Blue it is. The second you say blue, I stop and untie you.”

I nod and his soft tone evaporates, the growl of his voice sending a shiver through me. “Don’t fucking move, do you understand?”

I nod and he smacks the paddle against my ass, making me gasp. “Answer me!”

“Yes, I understand!”

The paddle makes contact again, the pain and pleasure mixing together, creating a desperate hunger for more.

“You are mine. I own you, and as my sex slave you will call me Master.”

I’m dripping from his words. It’s so filthy hot. He paddles me two more times. “Say it!”

I make a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. “Master.”

“Good little sex slave.”

My heartrate doubles as he runs his finger down the center of my back, not stopping until he’s in the crack of my ass.

“You are mine. Every fucking hole is mine.”

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