Page 37 of Stalk Me

His words send a bolt of desire straight between my legs, and I gasp as he continues his sensual torture, his hands and mouth teasing me to the edge of madness.

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NIKOLAI

Sofia stands naked before me, her body a canvas I’ve only started painting upon.

“Turn around,” I let my words caress her ear, gentle but brooking no argument.

She obeys, her luscious body rotating to face the wall, giving me a view of her slender form and the lines of her back. I move closer, my breath stirring her hair as I bind her wrists together, the silk rope a stark contrast against her creamy skin.

It’s an exquisite sight—mymalishkarestrained, vulnerable, mine. I want to brand her, and I will do it, but my plan for tonight involves a different marking.

Moving to stand behind her, I fit a spreader bar between her ankles, adjusting the cuffs at each end to keep her legs wide and spread. She’s completely exposed now, utterly at my mercy.

“Don’t move,” I whisper, my lips brushing the curve of her ear. “I want to look at you like this for a moment.”

Her breath hitches as I take in the sight of her, bound and vulnerable. I run my hands over her hips and lean down, my mouth hovering over her shoulder. “You’re so beautiful like this. So perfect.”

Her head falls against my shoulder, baring her long, graceful neck. I place a soft kiss there, a promise of more to come. Slowly, I begin to explore her body with my hands, mapping every curve, memorizing every inch of her.

“Nikolai,” she breathes, her voice a mixture of pleasure and need.

I smile against her skin, my hands continuing their slow journey. “You like being tied up for me? Being at my mercy?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her body arching slightly, seeking more contact.

“Good,” I murmur, my lips moving lower to suck her pulse point in her neck. “Because this is just the beginning.”

I pause, letting my words sink in, letting her anticipation build. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I slide one hand between her legs, my fingers seeking her clit.

“Oh—” She gasps as my fingers find their target, circling, teasing.

“You don’t have to hold back. Let me hear how much you like it.”

I let her turn to face me, her fingers tracing the artwork that decorates my body, a dark landscape of intricate designs and hidden meanings. I step closer, giving her an even better view, and flex my muscles slightly, enjoying how her gaze devours me.

“You like what you see?” I tease, my tone laced with satisfaction.

“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes roaming freely, taking in the definition of my abs, the muscular planes of my chest, and the ink scrolling across it.

With a slow, deliberate movement, I watch her fingers find the rest of my ink, the dark designs that twist and turn over my hips and thighs.

My cock stands strong and free, thick and ready. Sofia’s eyes flick up to meet mine, a mixture of need and pleasure in their green-gold depths.

I move closer, my hard length pressing against her bound body. “Now, malishka,” I growl. “Time for Daddy to play.”

I watch her eyes, taking in the glimmer of fear and the heat of desire. She’s laid bare before me, vulnerable in a way that would normally trigger her defenses—yet I can see the need burning in those eyes, sense it in every trembling breath.

Carefully, I position her on her back, her legs raised and spread, her glistening cunt on display. She’s open to me now, and I must stake my claim.

I retrieve the paddle from the nightstand, a toy I had specially crafted for this moment. It’s made of smooth, supple leather, the word “DADDY” embossed on one side.

“You like this?” I ask, running my fingers over the soft leather. “You want Daddy to use this on you?”

She swallows, her eyes fixed on the paddle. “Yes,” she whispers.

I position myself before her, the paddle in my hand. With a steady stroke, I bring it down on the back of her thighs, the leather caressing her skin as it makes contact.

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