Page 26 of Kidnapped Bride

I felt embarrassed again, but if I pulled away now, what would he say?

Besides, he was doing exactly what I had encouraged him to do.

I told myself the more I leaned into this, the more likely he was to believe fully that I wanted him for real.

It didn't hurt that my body responded to him so strongly, so I went with it, rubbing my clit in circles while he kept thrusting his fingers.

"God, you make so much moisture… Look at how you drip." When his hand came crashing down on my ass, I jerked and he growled. "God, you're gonna squeeze my dick like that."

"Mmm." I couldn't hold back, and I didn't want to. Between the alcohol and the way he made me so horny, I felt myself building toward orgasm again. I started panting, rocking my hips to force his fingers to angle into me right, and when the waves of pleasure built so high, they came crashing down on me and I couldn't breathe.

The orgasm ripped through my body in powerful contractions that made my legs shake and my pussy clamp down around his fingers.

I moaned, hips jerking against his hand while he kept pumping through every pulse.

And the twitching and jolting left me drooling on his wine-stained tablecloth, but he didn't stop until I was whimpering and oversensitive, thighs slick with my own release.

Only then did he pull his fingers free. I heard the sound of his belt and zipper, and I tried to rise, but a strong hand pinned me down. "Not so fast, sweetheart. You got what you wanted but now it's my turn. You're gonna lie there and let me fuck this pretty pink pussy until it weeps all over me."

I shuddered, relaxing on the table again as Nikolai's dick slid through my mess. When he dipped between my lips, pressing against my entrance, I clenched. But he pushed in anyway, forcing his dick past my strong walls. The fullness stole my breath and I moaned a raw, needy sound. He felt huge like this, stretching me wide and hitting so deep, I saw stars. And he didn't give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again and again, every thrust pinning my thighs to the edge of the table.

"God, you feel perfect," he groaned.

"Yes," I gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Oh, my God, yes."

He reached around and found my clit, massaging it to a frenzy again. He had me panting, clawing at the table cloth until all the glasses were tipping over, and the wine bottle fell off to the floor. I swore I heard someone walk in, probably the maid, but I was so lost in the friction between my legs all I could do was beg for more.

"You like being bent over my table like this?" he asked, leaning over me so his chest pressed to my back. "Like being my little prisoner who gets railed where she eats?"

I moaned but I couldn't respond to him. I loved it. I wanted more of it, and I knew I should hate him, not want him.

"Oh, come on, Princess… Tell me you like being fucked on my table." He smacked my ass again hard and I jolted, clamping down on him. "Yeah, like that," he growled, then straightened. "Say it… Say this is what you wanted me to do to you tonight."

Soft moans and whimpers came out but no words, and still he continued fucking me. The way he pinched my body between hisand the table was almost painful. I'd likely have bruises, but I didn't want him to back away for a second. I was so close again.

"Say it now or I stop," he ordered, but I was on the edge, ready to tip over. I had to have it. I needed it.

"Yes!" I groaned, pushing back so he'd go deeper. "Yes, this is what I wanted." In a way, it was absolutely what I had intended, but I hadn't wanted it until he started doing it and then nothing else in the world would've made me happy at all.

"Come again," he demanded, still working my clit. "I want to feel you milk my cock while I'm buried inside you."

The second orgasm hit even harder than the first. My whole body seized up and I clenched around him, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through me. I screamed an unintelligible, desperate sound, and he kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I thought I might black out from how good it felt and how little I breathed.

He didn't slow down. If anything, he fucked me harder, chasing his own release now. "That's it, baby. Take every inch. I'm going to fill you up so full, you'll feel me for days."

I was still coming down from my high when he started to lose control. His thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping against my ass with wet smacks. His hand slid up my back and gripped my shoulder, pulling me back onto him with every stroke.

Then he buried himself deep one last time and came with a guttural groan, cock throbbing as he spilled inside me. Pulse after pulse flooded me, so much so that I felt it leaking out around him as he stayed buried to the hilt.

His body shuddered, breathing hard while the last of his release emptied into me. I was delirious with endorphins and alcohol, closing my eyes so the room would stop spinning, and I almost forgot the entire point of this exercise. Nikolai was just that good at being bad to me.

When he finally pulled out, he kept one hand on my hip like he wasn't ready to let me go yet. Cum dripped down my thighs, but I straightened and pulled his shirt back down around my body, turning to wrap my arms around him. But before I even got a word out, Nikolai grabbed my bicep and pried me off his body.

He stooped and picked up the boxers I had kicked off and thrust them into my hand before saying, "Put them on."

My jaw dropped but I didn't argue with him. I wouldn't throw all that work away just because he was a bit callous after sex. Last time sex was over, he locked me up. This time, I was hoping for the opposite.

So instead of listening to him and putting the boxers on, I stepped closer again, grabbing his slowly deflating dick and stroking it. "Niko," I purred, feeling his body twitch at how sensitive his cock was. "Come on… You don’t have to be so rough. You like me, remember? We can get along…"