He removes my shirt, exposing my torso and breasts.
“Krasivaya zhenshchina.”His eyes trail up and down my body, drinking me in. “You’re a fucking vision.” A hand comes to rest between the valley of my breasts, eliciting a gasp out of me.
I arch my back, my eyes catching sight of the erection underneath his pants. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” he says, burying his face between my breasts. He wraps his mouth around my nipple, tweaking the other to give it the same amount of attention.
I cry out, feeling my wetness starting to completely soak my panties.
“These.” He squeezes them in his palms. “These are mine.”
My heart is in my throat, my breath hitching.
Holy shit!
Nikolai Rogov is a man of control. As a woman who has grown up around authority, all I have ever wanted to do was shut down authority and rise above.
But since meeting Nikolai, I’m coming to the realization that control is an umbrella term that takes many different forms. Nikolai’s control is domineering, yes, but also protective. He cares about me, I see it in his eyes. Maybe he’s not entirely ready to admit that yet, but I know it’s the truth.
I never really felt like I can trust my father. Especially lately. It’s why I’ve kept him at arm’s length my entire life. His type control is a selfish one. I am only now starting to be able to put that into words.
But Nikolai’s version of control is something entirely different…
He teases a hand down the middle of my torso, pausing at the waistband of the sweatpants I borrowed from his wardrobe. I find myself sucking in a breath, watching him. Anticipating what he’ll do next.
Maybe he was right before about me craving submission.
I have been trying to exercise control all my life. Perhaps subconsciously, I am exhausted. Maybe deep down, I want nothing more than to let go.
And I do, when Nikolai’s finger slips underneath the waistband, en route to my center.
My breath hitches again.
“This,” he says, palming my mound, “Is mine, too.” The finger that he used to tease me with starts playing with my clit in light, circular motions.
I reach forward, trying to grab his belt.
“No.” His face turns serious. “You’re going to lie down and be a good girl. You’re going to let me take care of you,lapochka moya.”
Muscle memory urges me to snap up, to take charge of the situation and flip our positions so that I’m on top controllinghim,but that’s not what I want. Desire reaches parts of my body that have never felt this way before, tingling sensations coursing through my bones. It feels like the best kind of dopamine, and I don’t want it to end.
Nikolai drags my panties down until they pool at my feet, throwing them into the corner. My pulse spikes now that I’m completely naked under his burning gaze.
I watch as he moves his finger up and down my center, spreading apart my folds. Reaching my slit, he tilts his head, like he’s pondering his next moves.
He raises my legs, spreading them apart. Then suddenly and hungrily, he buries his head between my thighs.
“Oh!”My eyelids flutter closed. “Fuck!”
He releases a deep, guttural moan in response, the vibration of his voice tingling my pussy.
Holy freaking shit!
Turns out it’s not just words Nikolai is good at using his mouth for.
He flutters the tip of his tongue lightly over my folds, then proceeds to swipe his tongue up the middle of them, licking up my juices.
“You taste like heaven,malen’kaya ptichka.”
