Page 20 of Kneeling for Daddy
With a violent shove, I throw the blanket off, climb out of bed, and stalk into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and gaspwhen I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror above the double sinks.Damn!My ass is marbled in various shades of berry, and I can almost make out the shape of Nikolai’s handprint. I involuntarily clench my thighs at the thought of his hand burning across my skin again. Glancing up, my cheeks are flushed beneath the trails of mascara. I turn on the cold water and splash it against my face. It runs from my cheeks to my neck and drips over my bare chest, but it does nothing to cool me down.
“Stop it, Ani,” I mutter to myself, gripping the edge of the sink. “You hate him. You don’t want to be married to him. You. Hate. Him.”He’s just one hell of a fuck.The reflection staring back at me is less than convinced. She looks like a woman who has been fucked senseless, not one who is fighting a war of wills with her enemy.
In the shower, I vigorously scrub the remnants of our cum from my thighs. It does nothing to rid myself of him as I lather myself with his soap, spreading the warm sandalwood scent across my skin.Maybe I should have showered in my room.
When I’m finished, I sneak down the hallway, wrapped in a towel, to grab my clothes. I might smell like him, but I refuse to spend the day in his sweatpants again.
When I finish dressing, I find Nikolai in the kitchen, a black shirt stretched across his broad chest with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms. The morning sun flooding the room accentuates the natural golden highlights in his dirty-blond hair. He is leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in one hand and scrolling through his phone with the other.
His eyes flick to me the second I step into the room. They linger, dragging over me with deliberate slowness before returning tohis phone. That smug look spreads across his face. The one that makes me want to both slap him and…No, Ani. Don’t finish that thought.“You look tired,” he muses casually without glancing up.
“I wonder why,” I shoot back, crossing the room to pour myself a cup of coffee. With my back to him, I can feel the heat of his gaze burning across my skin. I take a scalding sip, trying to hide my reaction when it burns my tongue. “I spent my night getting assaulted. Is that how you treat all the women in your life? Or, as your wife, am I special?”
Nik’s shoes scrape against the hardwood, and my stomach lurches. I spin around to find him towering over me. He plants his hands on the edge of the counter behind me, boxing me in. He leans down, and his warm coffee-scented breath blows across my cheek. “Don’t call it that,” he whispers against my ear, his well-trimmed beard tickling against my jaw. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t want me to fuck you. That you don’t brat me solely for my reaction. Or that your needy little cunt doesn’t get wet at the thought of me stretching it out again.”
My whole body stiffens, the truth of his words shooting straight to my pussy.I did want him. God help me, I did.He pushes back just far enough to meet my eyes. I hold his stare, my heart hammering. “Well,” he exhales. “I’m waiting.”
“Eat me,” I snip, slamming my hand against his chest to shove him away. But it’s like trying to move a brick wall.
“Are you offering me your sweet pussy for breakfast?” He smirks as his icy eyes drop to my mouth, then fall down my body. My heart races, and I try futilely to hide my rapidly increasing breaths. His hands wrap around my waist, and he whispers, “Say the word, little pet. Say the word and I’ll spread you across thiscounter, burying my face between your thighs until you forget you hate me. And then I’ll lick you from ass to clit until your thighs are shaking so hard you can’t even remember your own name.”
“I don’t want your tongue in my ass,” I snarl, though it comes out breathless and weak.
“Just your pussy, then?” He chuckles darkly, clearly amused at getting a rise out of me. His hands fall from my waist, briefly dusting along my outer thighs as he takes a step back. Calm as ever, he lifts his coffee mug from the counter and takes a long sip as I stand behind him, trembling—furious at himandmyself. He opens the fridge and stares at the contents for a moment. “Since pussy is off the menu this morning, eggs or cereal for breakfast?”
“Eggs,” I answer quickly. He pulls the carton from the fridge and reaches for a pan hanging over the stove. “Over easy,” I continue my order as he lights the gas burner and places the pan on it, “but not too runny. Just pepper. No salt.”
Nikolai cracks a few eggs into a bowl, whisks them with a fork, and pours them into the pan. He swirls them around with a spatula for a few minutes before dividing them onto two plates and sliding one over to me. “You’re welcome,” he growls when I don’t say anything.
I sit across from him, stabbing my fork into the scrambled eggs, and sass, “Thank you.” We eat in uncomfortable silence. The sound of my fork clattering against my plate when I finish is practically deafening.
The rest of the day drags on at a torturous slowness. I pace the apartment like a caged animal while Nik spends most of his day tucked in his office on the phone, his deep voice carrying downthe hall. Every time I hear him or catch sight of him, my stomach twists into knots. The way he keeps looking at me isn’t helping the situation.
By late evening, I can’t stand it anymore. I disappear to the guest bedroom, lying across the bed with my arm over my eyes. My body feels restless. Restless in a way I’ve only ever read about in the smutty books I read in secret. My thighs squeeze together as my imagination betrays me.
His hand on my ass… His teeth on my neck… His deep voice commanding me to do things I shouldn’t… And me, fighting and bending for him in equal measure.
After rolling onto my stomach, I bury my face in the pillow and scream.What is wrong with me?He’s the enemy. A criminal. The man I was forced to marry. My brother’s blackmail scheme should not end with me constantly wet and desiring my unwanted husband. Even as I curse myself, I can’t stop. Fantasies I never fathomed I would indulge crawl into my head, vivid and all-consuming.
With my arm between my body and the mattress, I slip my fingers into my panties to alleviate the ache I’m letting him cause. I rub my clit and willfully moan into the pillow, frustration quickly creeping in when I can’t bring myself over the edge. His deep, commanding voice creeps into my thoughts.
“Such a naughty little pet… playing with Daddy’s pussy… Imagining my tongue licking and sucking your little clit until you come for me.”
Visions of his tongue dragging where my fingers rub flood my thoughts, I come fast and hard, with my thighs clenching tight around my hand. Holding the pillow tight to my face, I moaninto it as I roll onto my side and teasingly rub over my clit to prolong the euphoria.
“Have you been thinking about my tongue all day, little pet?”
A startled scream flies from my lungs at the sound of Nikolai’s voice, and I throw the pillow from my face to find him standing in the now-open doorway. “Wha… What the fuck?”
“I did offer to help you with that,” he shares softly, like he didn’t just entirely violate my privacy.
“Get out!”
Ignoring my protest and crossing the room, he leans over the bed and wraps his fingers around my wrist. He gently pulls my hand from my panties and lifts it to his lips. Drawing my arousal-coated fingers into his mouth, he sucks them clean with a pleased groan. “Mmmm… And I would’ve fucking enjoyed it.”
And so would I.
Disgusted with myself—and furious with him—I yank my hand back and slide across the bed to put distance between us.
