7: In Which She Totally Disregards All Sense that is Common (2/2)

“Dad, I’m twenty-four and I’ve grown out of those fantasies,” I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. I instantly regretted the motion.

“What are you wearing?” Dad hissed, blood draining from his face.

Reddening, I dropped my arms, never wanting to push my boobs up again. “Just a dress,” I said lamely. I wouldn’t have put it past my father to drag me off to my room and force a sweater over my head. “Relax, Dad.”

He muttered to himself, calming down considerably when someone plunked himself next to me.

“Dev,” Nikolai said brightly, receiving a cheerful greeting in return. I felt him turn in his seat. “Ophelia.”

“Nikolai,” I muttered, not even bothering to gift him with my attention. I caught my father’s momentary look of disapproval at my rudeness and had to stifle a snicker. I was pretty sure he received that look quite a bit himself.

I sat in silence as Nikolai and my father began a conversation about the wedding, their deep voices clear over the racket of the other guests. More people sat at our table and, as the other tables also filled up, it became apparent that this was not a table of nobodies, much to my disappointment.

“What are you thinking?”

I jumped, still not completely used to the husky, gruff voice sending an arrow of arousal straight through my lower belly.

“Don’t startle me like that,” I chided in a tired voice.

He let out a low laugh. “Oh, baby, you have no idea, do you?” Before I could make any type of response, he continued in a soft voice, “Are you wearing my present?”

And then I felt it.

It started up slowly, tiny vibrations thrumming against my clit. I put a hand over my mouth, biting the pads of my fingers to stifle the cry of surprise that nearly shot out. Pleasure like nothing I’d ever experienced exploded through my entire body and I was struck by the horrifying realisation that I was so going to come at a dinner table with my father sitting across me. I nearly wept with gratitude when the vibrations slowly dwindled down until I was quivering alone.

“Yes,” Nikolai whispered into my ear. “You’re definitely wearing my present.”

“Fuck,” I gasped, placing my hands on my lap to still myself. I glanced around, relieved that everyone else’s attention was currently captured by the newlyweds heading to their own table. I shot Nikolai a dirty look. “What the hell was that?” I murmured, my body taking way too long to recover from the shock.

“A very good investment.” His eyes were dark and filled with promise. Even Inga’s half-blind grandmother could see that he was aroused. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you try to fight against the pleasure?”

I shifted in my seat, aware of how stupid I’d been not to realise that I was wearing a vibrating thong. I had to be the dumbest female on God’s green earth and this was a world filled with Kim Kardashians and Paris Hiltons.

“You just caught me by surprise,” I muttered, looking away. “I’m such a clueless idiot.”

Mortification quickly melted into anger. There was nothing I wanted better than to gouge this man’s long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family.

Too bad we’re in a very public, very esteemed place, I thought, my eyes swivelling to Mikhail and his wife of their own accord.

I had no idea what had possessed me to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now.

Of course, you do, said the voice in my head. You can’t say no to a dare and you’re a sucker for porno pants.

It would be impolite of me to sneak out to change my underwear now.

“So you don’t think I’ll press the button again?” Once again, Nikolai’s breath was warm and teasing in my ear.

I anxiously gave my father – who was engrossed in conversation with a Ruslavian politician I recognised – a fleeting look before staring down at my hands in my lap. “Honestly, I don’t care. It won’t affect me,” I lied.

“Sweet Ophelia,” Nikolai whispered, surprising me by flicking his tongue in my ear.

Jumping, I glared at him, ignoring the important guests at my table, my father included. Before I could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the freaking button and the swearwords turned to soft moans under my breath. Gripping the edge of the dressed table, I felt the attack on my clit like a burn to my skin. It hurt in a billion different ways because the sensations were incredible.

The tight bud of nerves pulsated and throbbed and became an unbearable ache between my legs. I was soaking. It was going to show through my dress, I was sure. It was going to show and I didn’t care. My fingernails were reaching breaking point, as was every bone in my body. I was a ball of tension in Jimmy Choos and I was sure that, as I began to undulate against the vibrations in my thong, I was going to come apart any time soon.

Through hazy vision I saw my father shoot me a concerned look from across the table. Nikolai’s voice was in my ear once more.

“Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will fuck,” he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control and setting me free from his torture. “Only this time, it will be my name you scream.”

I’m ready to scream your name now, I screamed in my head, gasping for air.

“I need to...take a nap. My head,” I announced to the general population of the table. I didn’t particularly care how backward I sounded. “Excuse me.”

I abruptly rose, shaking on my feet.

“Do you have any painkillers, sweetheart?”

This came from my dad and I quickly nodded, not wanting him to follow me. I flounced off, staggering to the safety of my room.

“Fuck,” I cursed, hiking the hem of my dress up my thighs and tugging the offending thong down my legs and kicking my shoes off in the process.

As I’d guessed, it was soaking with my juices and I could smell my own arousal in the air. I padded into the bedroom and deposited it on my bed.

“Pussycat.”

I’d expected him to follow me. I’d wanted him to.

“Nikolai,” I whispered, turning to face him.

He might have closed the space between us – or perhaps it was me – but we ended up pressed together, our bodies drowning in the other. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel completely. Nikolai’s lips were soft and hard at the same time, his strong fingers wrapped around the back of my neck. My lips parted in an automatic response to him and his tongue slipped inside, dominating yet caressing mine. He groaned, the sound of a frustrated man and I nibbled at his lower lip, fisting his shirt in my hands in an attempt to hold myself steady. The faint stubble on his chin scratched my skin, the friction sending tiny bolts of electricity through my already sensitive body.

I tasted him; tasted the wine and his normal minty breath of his mouth. I inhaled him; inhaled the scent of his now-familiar cologne. And I felt him; felt the thick length between his powerful length that seemed to spear right through me.

“Ophelia,” he ground out when I let my hands travel up his muscular frame and stop in his hair.

I pulled. “Now, Nikolai,” I whispered into his mouth. “I need you inside me.”

He drew back, his breathing ragged. I stared up into the eyes that held enough liquid desire to drown me.

“What?” I said, releasing my hair from its carefully styled chignon.

“Get on the bed.”

It was refreshing to have a man tell me what to do in the bedroom. It was the one place I didn’t mind being dominated so I got onto the bed, watching him with expectant eyes.

“You on birth control?”

I was momentarily thrown. “Yeah,” I replied, “but use a condom.”

His eyes fluttered shut. “I can’t with you. Not again.”

I felt anger thrum through my veins. “If you really care about me, you wouldn’t put me at risk of catching something from you,” I snapped, and his eyes flew open.

Instead of anger, there was shock. “I would never endanger you, pussycat. Never.” Digging into the pockets of his pants, he retrieved an A4 and handed it over to me. “If you don’t believe me...”

My eyes scanned the doctor’s report that gave him a clean bill of health in English and Ruslavian. It was dated only two days ago.

“And?” I said. “This doesn’t change the fact that you’re not a choirboy.”

His lips twitched. “No, I’m not, but you’re the first woman I want to fuck completely naked,” he said. “Do you trust me? Because I trust you. I trust you to be clean and I trust you to be telling the truth about the birth control.”

I swallowed. The phrase “no glove, no love” came to mind but it was quickly pushed aside by my stupid lust-filled mind. I’d never had sex without a condom either. Only idiots that didn’t value their lives did that – and here he was, wanting to do that with me when this was just a one-night stand.

“I need to get you out my system,” I muttered to myself, feeling hot all over again.

“Never,” Nikolai said vehemently, grabbing the backs of my legs and pulling me down the bed toward his towering frame. “That will never happen.”

I gulped because that was exactly what I’d been thinking. But then his lips kissed the arches of my feet and I wasn’t thinking so much. Sparks of delight enflamed me as his tongue licked the sensitive skin. Maybe this man had a foot fetish that I didn’t know about.

“I like your feet,” he said huskily, kissing each individual toe. “I like your skin.”

I moaned, wishing he’d lick the part I most wanted him to lick.

“Are you going to torture me?” I whimpered, startled by how turned on I was by simple toe-kissing.

“Maybe,” was his chuckled response.

“Nikolai,” I moaned in frustration – and that did it for him.

He ripped my dress off, completely ignoring the zip on the side, and tossed it onto the floor. Lowering himself onto the bed until he was kneeling between my legs, he unclasped my strapless bra, bringing the lacy material up to his nose and inhaling deeply.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “it’s still warm.”

I writhed beneath him, unabashedly pressing my cunt against one of his knees to gain some friction.

“Yes, baby. I’ll make it go away,” he said gruffly, reaching down and tugging at my hard nipples.

I arched my back, crying out because I wanted this. I wanted this so badly I wasn’t seeing straight. There was no reason for me to run, no reason to escape from the inevitable.

The sound of his belt buckle being undone was like music to my ears. I nearly sobbed with relief when his long, thick cock came into view. From my vantage point, I could see every raised, pulsing vein. I could see the glossy sheen of pre-cum on the broad head of his erection against his lower belly – and the enticing silver that lanced right through it. I could see how badly he wanted me.

He shrugged out of his jacket and ripped open his own shirt, discarding the torn material. Then his boxer briefs and pants came off and he was completely naked.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him and he couldn’t drag his from me.

“Nikolai,” I whispered, and he knew.

With shaking hands, he gently parted my thighs, opening me entirely for his eyes.

“Pussycat,” he groaned, dipping two fingers into me, “you’re so fucking wet for me.”

I keened against his fingers, mewling.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he said, circling his fingers inside me. “My fingers? My mouth? My cock?” He gripped the base of his shaft with his free hand and I was momentarily winded by the sexy image. “Tell me.”

I cursed, grabbing a handful of the comforter and straining against it. “Please, please, please,” I breathed, my throat suddenly dry. “Inside.”

He clasped my thighs. “Put your legs around my waist,” he ordered in a raspy voice, and I did.

He guided himself to my entrance and I held my breath, anticipation building inside me.

“This might hurt a little, pussycat,” he said, the tip of his cock breaching my entrance.

It was like nothing else I’d ever had. For starters, the spurt of extreme pleasure I felt when the top of the silver barbell nudged my clit was out of this world. He pulled out again, holding himself and increasing the pressure against the swollen bud each time.

“Good?” he asked, giving me an endearing lopsided grin.

Of course it was fucking good. My entire lower belly was coiled with unreleased tension and just the sensation of his dick piercing brushing against my clitoris was driving me insane with the intense need to climax. He ripped a cry out of my mouth each time he tortured me that way, releasing a soft grunt with every withdrawal.

“So...fucking...good,” he breathed, withdrawing and nudging again. He moved himself inside me in slow, agonising circles and each time, my clit was teased.

The sensations were too good, too strong. He was absolutely right – I was finding out why he’d gotten pierced and the fruits of the tree of knowledge had never tasted so sweet.

But it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Nikolai,” I pleaded, digging my nails into the firm muscle of his ass in a bid to get him to push into me all the way.

“I know, baby,” he rasped, holding my eyes with his. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Yes, yes, yes...

Even though I’d braced myself, nothing prepared me for the unbelievable pain I experienced when he thrust all of himself into me in one sudden motion. His size, coupled with the strange intrusion of his barbell, was too much for my poor, unused cunt to handle. I screamed, unable to fathom that it was humanly possible to be stretched so greatly.

“Kotik,” he said in a broken voice, holding himself still. “You want me to stop?” He was rock-hard and buried inside me and he would’ve pulled out if I told him to?

“You’re crazy,” I breathed, tightening my legs around his waist.

His concern faded into total rapture. “When it comes to you.” He withdrew completely before plunging into me again, his dick piercing clashing with my vaginal walls.

I lost all use of my bones, instead undulating against him with each powerful, searing thrust. The pain didn’t completely go away but it became manageable and the pleasure... The pleasure was more unbearable.

“Ophelia,” Nikolai growled, sliding a hand under my knee and hooking my leg over his arm so that I was fully open to him. “Who’s doing this to you? Who’s fucking you?”

Raised over me, Nikolai’s hair was damp with sweat, as was every golden inch of his naked skin. His eyes were almost glazed over but the fervour in them was so strong, it totally blew me away.

He slammed into me again and I cried out, “Nikolai, oh, God. Nikolai.”

Joy was painted onto his features and he shuddered, leaning over me to kiss my nose. “Have you ever felt this way before?”

I held onto his broad shoulders, shaking my head. “No. Never.”

“That’s right, pussycat.” His voice was thick with emotion and he claimed my mouth with his own, fucking my mouth all over again.

A new wave of heat and wetness pulsed through me as I pushed against him, meeting every earth-shattering, mind-numbing thrust of his cock. Each stroke brought me closer but I held myself tight, wanting it to last as long as I could physically withstand but Nikolai’s husky, accented voice filled the air with the dirty, despicable things he wanted to do with me and I started to understand that my release was not mine to control.

“Nikolai,” I moaned, realising in unmasked delight that my nails on his shoulders were drawing blood. “I can’t... I’m going...to.”

“I know, baby. I know,” he growled, gifting me with yet another deep, probing thrust. “Wait for me.”

It was a challenge and I loved a challenge. Hanging on a precipice, I knew it was going to be the most difficult one yet but it wasn’t as difficult as forcing away the wave of dangerous emotions threatening to burst from my confused head.

It’s not enough, I thought, scared for the first time in a long time.

I had known once wouldn’t be enough – that sex wouldn’t be enough – but I’d dived headfirst into this lake of idiocy. All thoughts after that became fuzzy as Nikolai cupped my chin with one hand and held me there.

“Now, baby,” he whispered, pushing into me for the last time.

That was all I needed to shove me over the edge. His big, powerful body quaked above me as he filled me with the hot, thick liquid of his release.

“Nikolai!” I screamed, convulsing against him so hard it hurt. My muscles milked him for all he was worth and when he allowed me to drop my legs, he rolled us over until I was lying on top of him, bruised and sweaty.

The air was filled with our ragged breathing and my ear was filled with the sound of Nikolai’s rapid heartbeat. Still inside me, he pressed a kiss against my damp forehead.

“Ophelia?” His voice was suddenly sombre.

“Mm,” I mumbled noncommittally, the memory of my powerful climax pulsing through my exhausted body.

“I lied to you, pussycat,” Nikolai said quietly, stroking my wet hair.

“About what?” I asked on a yawn.

“About sleeping around. I haven’t touched any woman at this wedding and it’s not for lack of offers.”

“You’re so arrogant,” I murmured sleepily, my eyelids fluttering shut.

“It was juvenile of me to make up a story like that to...hurt you.”

“You’re hurting me now,” I mumbled. “Pull out. You’re swelling again.”

He laughed, placing another gentle kiss on my forehead. “OK, pussycat. OK.”