Chapter 19

19

GWEN

" C ome on now, beautiful. Dance for me. Make me proud." Nik's husky voice cuts through the music as he runs his tongue over his lips. Heat radiates from his eyes as they bore into me, setting my skin ablaze. I feel his gaze tracing every curve and contour of my body as I move to the rhythm of the melody. As he leans back further into the darkness, his predatory gaze rolls down my body, sending shivers down my spine.

"Good girl, Kotik," he growls with satisfaction as I whimper at his praise and the use of my nickname. My heart races with fear and arousal, and I silently curse myself for revealing my weaknesses so easily to him.

My body betrays me, uncontrollably drawn to him like a masochist to pain. I crave to satisfy all of his dark desires. I crave to let his imagination run wild all over my body.

"E-enjoying the show?" My voice comes out in a stammer.

"Of course, Kotik. It's you." My heart flutters in my chest as he takes another pull from his cigarette .

I writhe my hips in a circle, eliciting a low whistle from him that morphs into a dirty chuckle, and my core clenches. "Do that again," he commands, and I do so without even a second thought, because that is what Nikolai does to me. He makes me want to obey. He makes me want to make him proud. No other man has such an effect on me.

The pulsating beat throbs through me as I grind my hips in time to the music. Then I feel it—his hand reaching forward, his fingertips tracing up my inner thigh.

"Mmm, Nik," I moan. He smirks playfully, the spotlight illuminating his face. And I feel something I've been missing all these years—a heat, a scorching, unyielding fire, that crackles all over my body.

He takes another pull from his cigarette, allowing the smoke to flow from the corners of his mouth as he talks. "You know, Kotik, I made this room just for you."

"Oh yeah?" I whisper, keeping my eyes on the darkness that belongs to him and his dangerously alluring grin.

Fuck, even with the cold metal of the pole gliding down my spine, my skin flushes with heat, with want.

"You see, you owed me a dance," Nikolai states. "And I was hoping you weren't the type of girl who doesn't hold up to their side of a deal."

I laugh, taking a step closer to him. He spreads his legs open so I can stand in between them. I slide between his thighs and cup his chin, covered in a five o'clock shadow and a drunken smirk. "I always keep my promises, Nik." I lean in close, my lips hovering over his. "You should know that."

A sly smile plays on my lips as I spin around. Holding on to both of his thighs—and with deliberate slowness—I shimmy down, my ass brushing against his growing member.

Nikolai groans in my ear as I sink into the plush carpet. I spot Nik's hand shooting out to grab me, but I swing around into a tantalizing crawl just out of his reach, a playful smirk dancing on my face.

His voice is husky with desire as he warns me, "You're treading on dangerous ground, Kotik." But there's a glint of amusement there that fuels the fire burning between us.

Playfully batting my long lashes at him, I tease, "I was under the impression this wasn't a whorehouse." I twirl back into his embrace. "And yet here we are."

Pressing my body against his, barely grazing his nose with my heaving chest, I hear him mutter, "Whoever made that stupid fucking rule must be an idiot."

I chuckle, dropping back down with my best innocent pout. "Boss, I believe it was you who made that stupid fucking rule," I purr, squatting between his legs and looking up at him with hooded eyes.

"Then clock out," he commands, but I just chuckle and continue teasing him with my touch.

"Nikolai, this is my first night. I can't just clock out." My fingers trail up the seams of his slacks as he rolls his chiseled jaw, the joint clicking slightly as my fingertips graze against the bulge in his pants.

With a low growl, he pulls me roughly onto his lap, spreading my legs wide and holding them open with his feet. My hands are pinned behind my back against his chest while his free hand pinches my cheek with a bruising grip .

His hot breath washes over my collarbone, making me tremble in anticipation. "You're off the clock now, Gwen," he says through clenched teeth.

I let out a gasp before pulling away in protest. "Nikolai, you can't just clock me out like that."

But he's not having it. He pulls me back onto his lap, a wicked smirk on his face as he pins me with his strength. His legs cross over mine, locking them in place as his hand moves from my chin to curl around my neck with just enough pressure to make me squirm. His other hand trails down and cups my breast. Heat blazes between my legs.

His breath blows out hot and unsteady once more across my collarbone, and I moan at the sensation. A giggle leaves my lips. "Nikolai, come on! You can wait four hours until my shift ends."

He lets out a humorless laugh, leaning in close to whisper in my ear, his lips grazing against my neck. "Do you really want to play this game, Kotik?" His voice is low and dangerous, sending chills down my spine. "You expect me to wait, after you disappeared from my bed five years ago, leaving me wanting?"

I bite back a groan as his hand trails down to tease my center. I smirk, my voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Aww, Nikky had to take care of himself because I left him with morning wood."

Nikolai's smile grazes against my neck, inhaling me, before he trails kisses down toward my chest. He moves his hand from my chin to wrap it around my throat with just enough pressure to make it hard to breathe. His other hand moves down to the front of my bodysuit and yanks the corset down, my breasts spilling over the bodice. A growl rolls through his chest as he cups my breast, and I instinctively arch into him.

His voice enters my ear as he speaks again, "I've been patient for five years, waiting to taste your wet cunt. And I won't wait another damn minute."

His teeth gently graze against my skin, causing a rush of heat to travel throughout my body. I hiss at the intrusion of his teeth, my breathing shallow and unsteady as he marks me. "Kotik?" he says as I whimper against him. "Do you remember your safe word?" I nod mindlessly as he sucks on my lower lip and reaches around, unfastening the tie at the back of my corset, slowly allowing it to slip from around my waist onto the floor. "What is it?"

"Pickles," I whisper.

"Remember to use it if this becomes too much." I give him a subtle nod, too drunk off the way his hands feel as they run across my skin. I'm left with nothing on but my black thong, garter belt, fishnet stockings and stilettos.

He whispers, "Use your words."

"Yes, Boss." He freezes for a second, and I don't know why I decided to push him at this moment, but I do, feeling no shame when his bulge deepens into my ass.

"Bad girl, Kotik. If you're going to play that game, call me sir."

I bite my lip and shift my weight a bit, not knowing what beast I'm about to unleash as I whisper, "Yes, sir."

"Now, let's get rid of those fishnets and heels. Show me my beautiful body." His voice comes out in a gravelly whisper. I feel his hands move to the clasps holding my sparkling fishnets in place, unfastening each one deftly at the same time with a single hand.

Normally, I'd swing off of a guy's lap and slap him clean across his face if he ever insinuated that my body was his, but with Nikolai, I can't help but shiver at the command. I want to obey him. I want to be his.

I bend over in his lap, rubbing my ass deeper into his growing member. He groans, gripping my right hip with bruising strength. I take my time unhooking the buckle for both of my heels before sliding them off. I hear Nikolai say in a strangled voice, "Faster, Gwen."

I giggle but obey, looping my fingers through the tops of my fishnets, rolling each one down seductively before kicking them off. When I am done, Nikolai pulls me back into his chest, breathing heavily as his hand wraps around my throat.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he mutters as his fingers trace the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my body. "Did you think I'd forget how good you feel under me?"

With a swift move, he spins me around so that I'm facing him and straddling his lap. His hand comes down swift and sharp across my ass, sending a shock through my body, heightening my senses. "Fuck, Nik!" I whine, arching my back, my breasts grazing against his chest.

I look into his eyes and gasp. Nik's eyes are a deep blue that I can only compare to the depths of the Atlantic as he stares at me. I can't help but drown in them.

Without reprieve, his hands are everywhere, urgent and demanding, as if he is trying to reclaim me or planning to later draw my body from memory. "Did you think I'd ever forget how you were made perfectly just for me? "

A gasp escapes my lips as his rough hand slides lower, pulling aside my panties and exposing my entrance, dripping with liquid heat. The cool air hits me like a shock, baring my overwhelming desire for him.

"Nikolai, please," I beg, my voice trembling.

He chuckles darkly, his finger sliding inside me, making me arch into his touch. "Please what, Kotik? You want me to fuck you? You want me to make you scream?"

His finger moves faster and harder, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through me. I can't help but hold onto his arms tightly, digging my nails into his skin as I lose control to the overwhelming sensation. "Y-yes."

But just as quickly as he inserted it, he removes his finger, leaving an empty ache behind. He brings his glistening digit to his mouth and savors the taste of me before speaking in a low, sultry voice. "First things first, Kotik." Nik pushes me to my knees and I find myself face to face with his throbbing cock. "You have to take care of the raging hard-on you left me with five years ago."