I nod, yes.
“Are you going to come for me, so that I can let you get some oxygen?”
I nod, yes.
He picks up speed, thrusting into me harder and faster. I don’t think I’ve seen him this hungry for me before, and it onlyenhances my pleasure. I know he wants me anyway he can get me, and since he lets me have control, I’m letting him.
My body tenses, jolting at the touch of his finger on my clit and cock buried deep inside me. My pleasure is overwhelming; I don’t even think I can take any more when I realize my body is shaking.
He watches my body for the all-clear, then spills into me, releasing his grip from my neck. He breathlessly moans, “Chto ty so mnoy sdelal?”
I love it when he speaks in Russian; it’s like he’s speaking with more vulnerability.
He rolls to the side, still keeping his body close to mine. His hand, much gentler now, glides down my face and my neck, which is sure marked by his hands.
He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to where he held so tightly.
“Well?” he questions. “Did it work this time?”
I smile, pressing my lips to his in an instinctive movement. “Yes.”
“Finally,” he groans with a mixed hoarse laugh. “You are very challenging to take control over.”
I laugh, but I think he can see something else in my eyes because he quickly wraps my body in his. “I would never take it from you if you didn’t want to give it to me, malyshka. I wanted to show you what it could be like, not show you how it has to be.”
Why is my kidnapper being so sweet?
I like having control… but I also just had the best orgasm of my life.
“How about we take turns?” I suggest.
“Whatever my princess wants.”
A smile consumes my face.
I am so completely fucked.
We fall back asleep, our bodies tangled together.
* * *
I’m not sure how long I slept, but he’s already up and changed, planting a kiss to my forehead.
“Tomorrow,” he says. “Tomorrow you will see your family at my father’s ball.”
He acts as if he is telling me bad news, so I stare into his dark eyes with confusion.
“I will have Maksim deliver clothes and anything else you might need.”
Before I even have the chance to process his words, let alone form a thought, he’s leaving, my body tensing as I hear the lock click behind him.
Wait, I’ll see my family?
This is good, right? Nikolai’s tone makes me unsure if I’m walking into my release or my death sentence.
Should I be using this last night as a chance to escape? Is now my only chance?
The thought dies as another pushes its way in.
