Page 173 of Born in Depravity

I nodded my head.

He smiled. “Good, baby.”

He uncapped the bottle and squirted a generous amount on my back end.

I let out a small gasp from the coldness and he looked back at me. “Sorry,” he said.

He didn’t sound sorry. And seconds later, I didn’t care, because he was smearing the lube into me, his fingers moving in and out of me in a slow, torturous rhythm.

I groaned and closed my eyes.

It felt good. Just like when Damien had done it to me. I was close to coming.

“Take a deep breath, baby, and relax your muscles for me,” he said calmly.

I did as he asked, not bothering to open my eyes.

“Good girl.”

Just like when Mikhail said it, or Damien, I could feel myself bloom under his praise.

He inserted the butt plug inside me. I felt my skin burn, just imagining the image I must make.

“Fuck, baby. Do you know how badly I am affected from this sight of you alone? I’m going to remember this for the rest of my fucking life. I’ll be that fucking perverted old man, thinking about your ass well into my eighties.”

For some reason, the description made me laugh, which quickly cut off when he slid the whole thing inside of me, I imagined, leaving just the flat pink-jeweled surface to show.

I felt full of it, and I was getting wet just from the feel of it inside me.

He slid his fingers across the skin on my butt cheek before he surprised me by slapping the skin there three times. Then he moved his hand down and massaged my sex.

I clutched the sofa beneath me as my legs started to shake. Just when I didn’t think I could hold the position any longer, Nikolay pulled away from me.

I made a soft mewling sound in protest as he helped me up from the couch. He pushed me down until I was sitting, and though it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was different.

I felt bereft that he wasn’t touching me anymore.

I pouted. He tapped my bottom lip.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess. I’m not Mikhail. You don’t have me wrapped around your little finger, and I think it’ll be nice for you to learn a little discipline.”

Did I have Mikhail wrapped around my finger?

Wasn’t that a nice thought, but I wasn’t a fool. I knew who held all the power in our very unusual relationship, and it wasn’t me, even if the dynamic between us had changed some.

I adjusted my dress and crossed my arms.

Nikolay took me in, a regretful look coming over his face.

“How about a movie?”

I twisted my lips, thinking. A movie would distract me.

He leaned and kissed me. “Good. Pick something out. None of that romantic girly shit, and if I even see anything remotely close to that, I'm putting you over my lap and spanking you while the movie plays. And it won’t be the fun kind of spanking I just did, either.”

Fun?

I squirmed in my seat at the memory and Nikolay smirked, walking to the little kitchen. The microwave turned on as I looked through the movie options. I didn’t bother turning around to see what Nikolay was doing.

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