Chapter 6

6

NIKOLAI

I 've never felt this way about anyone, and trust me, I'm no stranger to women, but something about Gwen - the way she controlled me in that car, the way she obeyed me in the restaurant, the ways she combats me at every turn - it turned me on in ways I never knew possible. It makes me want to possess her, make her mine.

I can't control myself with her, but I must learn to. The future king of the Russian Mafia can't be brought to his knees by a woman, not even a wickedly sexy woman like Gwen. I take measured steps towards the penthouse, surely giving her a hefty head start because the idea of anyone but me seeing Gwen naked makes me trigger happy.

As I enter my hotel, guards nod silently at me and nod in the direction of my squealing kitty. I walk over to the elevator; the one on the right shows she already made it to the top. A smirk tugs at the corner of my cheeks, because my smart little kitty probably thinks she made it, that she's safe. But baby girl is so wrong.

I press the button for the second elevator and lean against the far wall once I enter, the coolness of the metal walls easing the heat in my skin.

This is my Kotik's first time. A part of me is screaming that I have to be gentle, or as gentle as I can be, because no one should be fucked the way I like to on their first time. Another part of me is telling me I could fuck her the way I want and mold her pussy to my cock, make so that she never wants to fuck another because nothing will feel as good as me.

The elevator doors open and Gwen is standing in front of the door of the penthouse looking for a key in the dirt of a plant in the hallway. She has already slipped off her heels and is kneeling on the floor, just the way I wanted her. I exit the elevator and slowly start to clap.

"Congratulations, you saved that valet boy's life."

"I should send him a fruit basket." She rolls her eyes and shakes the dirt off her hands.

I stalk down the hallway towards her and she gets off her knees. She tries to slip away, but my hand is already curving around her waist, pulling her into my chest.

"I couldn't find the key. Do I at least get a consolation prize?"

"I'll only make one of your ass cheeks red."

Her breath catches in her throat as I press my thumb into the scanner next to the door. "No fair, there was no key."

I push us inside the penthouse, already zipping her dress down. My fingers graze her bare back, and I groan in her ear. "No bra?"

She holds the dress with one hand, as I snake my hand around her to open the door, shaking her head no. "Didn't go with the dress."

I slam the door shut behind me with a growl and turn Gwen around so that her back rests against it; her hazel eyes shine golden with desire. I cup her face in my hands, tracing her lips with my fingers before capturing them in a biting kiss.

Her lips part, allowing my tongue access to her warm, sweet mouth. I devour her, hungry for her taste, needing more of her. She melts under my tongue, moaning in my mouth. Fuck me. I've never been kissed like this either. My hands slide down her body, gripping her waist as I lift her onto the entryway room table.

"God, Nik," she moans, spreading her legs wide so I can stand between them.

I pull away from her lips, kissing down her neck. "I love it when you say my name, Kotik. It should be the only word you ever say again."

Unable to resist tearing off the barrier of her dress any longer, with a swift yank, I tear the dress from her body, leaving her standing before me in nothing but her back lace thong and high heels, her chest heaving.

I take a step back and admire her, and she closes her thighs demurely, heat rushing to her cheeks, and I can't help but groan at the sight of her, the way her eyes meet mine. "Kotik, you will be the death of me."

She looks at me through her eyelashes. "That good, huh?"

"You're kidding me? How did a girl like you, with a body like that, stay a virgin for so fucking long?" I lightly pull Gwen's legs open again and step between them .

"I would never let anyone get this far," she breathes heavily, stars in her eyes. "I guess I was waiting on you."

The smile that spreads across my face is feral. Gwen whimpers softly, arching into my touch as I trail my fingers down the smooth skin of her back.

"Kotik, I may have to kill every other man who saw you like this before me."

I can feel her pulse quicken under my kiss, but she moves her hips into me, and I trail my fingers along her chest, pinching her nipples.

"You don't have to kill anyone. It's only been you."

I smirk and take one swollen peak in my mouth, sucking hard and rolling it with my tongue, hearing her gasp and feeling her fingers digging into my shoulders.

She groans. "I may have to kill every woman who has ever had your tongue before."

"I will write you a list," I mumble against her nipple.

My hands move lower, sliding under the lace of her thong, feeling her heat through the thin fabric. She sighs quietly, and I know she's ready for me. I thread my fingers in the delicate lace and rip them in half, revealing her wet, pink center.

"I'll buy you another pair," I growl, staring at my new salvation, my Kotik's pussy. The sight of her swollen clit glistening with her juices pushes me further, making me desperate to feel her come undone beneath me.

Gwen's body trembles under my touch. The sounds that come out of her make all other music pale in comparison. I just want to hear her moans again and again. My tongue slides across her slick folds, tasting her sweetness .

"You're so wet, Gwen," I whisper, my voice thick with arousal. "I can't wait to feel you around me, baby."

My hand reaches up, tracing gentle circles around her nipples, eliciting soft mewls from her. I press two fingers inside her, curving up, the tips of my finger gliding along her barrier. "Nik," she whispers.

"Shh, baby, just let me."

Her walls pulse around my fingers, begging for more as I continue to press forward. The tip of my tongue traces her clit, causing her to jolt up, her hips bucking against my face. I push my fingers inside her fully, feeling the barrier that separates her virginity from her new world, my world. I pause, my fingers stilling inside her as I watch her eyes squeeze shut as she waits for the pain.

I start to kiss up her inner thigh and whisper, "Gwen, look at me."

"No. It's going to hurt."

"You mean it's going to hurt like this?" I shush her, biting her inner thigh lightly. She hisses and her core tightens around my fingers. "Or is it going to hurt like this?" I lightly smack her clit.

"Nikolai," Gwen hisses, and I bite her thigh again.

"Gwen, I doubt it will hurt more than this." I flip her around, pulling my fingers out of her and pulling her ass into the air. "Don't I owe you a punishment?"

"Punishment for what?!" Gwen huffs, looking back at me, her neck flushed with red and her lips pink from her biting on them.

I run her arousal all over her plump ass and tap her thigh lightly. "I believe I told you not to touch yourself in my car."

"You made me cum in a restaurant." I smack her ass harder, reveling in the yelp from her lips and the vibration that rings through the room from the impact of my hand on her ass.

"Yes, and I should be the only one who makes you cum, Kotik." Gwen's eyes widen, but I keep a firm grip on her ass. I gather her hair in one hand and gently tug it, pulling her head back to expose her bare neck. "Remember your safe word."

"Nik-" I squeeze her ass, and she yelps.

"Safe word," I command, palming her ass.

"Pickles."

"Good girl." I raise my hand, quickly bringing my palm down, connecting with her ass. The sound of the slap slices through the air.

Gwen yelps. "Fuck!"

"Now how about we do three more? Seems like a good enough punishment for me." I fix myself behind her reddening ass.

"Fuck you," Gwen snarls.

"Well, kitty, don't get ahead of yourself. We're almost there." I smile.

I raise my hand again, watching the tremble in her thighs as she anticipates the next blow. This time more forceful, I strike Gwen's ass with a sharp crack. The heat from her skin sears my palm. I can't help but smile as I watch my smack leave a bright red mark .

"Blyad!" I cuss, rubbing my hand over her blossoming ass. She leans back into my touch, finding comfort in the small kindness I offer. "Now, Gwen, do you like being a naughty little kitty?"

A devilish smile crosses her lips, but she purrs, "No."

I pinch her ass. "Liar."

My hand descends once more; she cries out, her body arching with the strike. My lips graze the back of her neck, whispering, "You are mine, Gwen. No one else's. And I am the only one who gives you pleasure, isn't that right?"

I watch as her spine straightens, her ass cheek still red from my latest spank. "Yes, Nik."

"Good kitty," I say, my voice low. "Now, let's see about this aching pussy." I pinch her throbbing clit.

Kneeling before her, I can't help but marvel at the sight of her glistening pussy, beckoning me. My fingers trace the outline of her swollen lips, and I feel her trembling, yet so driven by desire she is offering herself to me. "Look at my good little kitty offering herself to me."

With my lips now in sight of her pussy, I dive in. I lash my tongue against her clit, causing her to cry out. My fingers join the dance, slowly entering her aching pussy.

She moans, her body bucking against my touch, as her fingers run through my hair, messing up the slick back hairstyle. My fingers graze against her barrier again, but this time when I pause and look up at her, she is staring at me, her eyes shining gold like she is the first stop to salvation, and I, a sinner, have come to worship at her altar .

"Make me yours, Nik," she whispers. My entire world explodes. I can't breathe with her looking at me like that and saying what she knows I want to hear.

I dive back into her pussy, and with a slight push, I break through her barrier. She gasps, her eyes widening with a mix of pain and pleasure, and her fingers pull sharply at the strands of my hair.

"I got you, Kotik," I murmur against her folds as I lick her up, a mixture of honey and metallic. My skin feels on fire as I feast on her, and she swallows my fingers like I was always supposed to be inside of her.

Her hips buck against me, begging for more. I groan, feeling the rush of desire coursing through my veins, knowing that this is what I've been waiting for, the moment when our bodies become one. "That's my girl."

I pull her lips to mine, biting her bottom lip. She trembles and moans, but pulls away and mumbles against my lips, "It's not fair. I am naked, but you're still dressed."

"My apologies," I say as Gwen reaches for my suit jacket, her hands gliding over my shoulders as I shrug out of it. I waste no time with the rest of my clothing. Gwen's eyes roam over my body, licking her lips like a predator who just found its prey.

She should know by now that I am the apex predator. I scoop her up in my arms as she lets out a squeal.

"What are you doing?!" She giggles, twisting in my arms.

"Cleaning you up." I grip her ass, holding her in place against me. "I told you I would show you the life you've always deserved, so I am going to give you a bath. Treat you like my little princess. "

Her cheeks flush to the delicious shade of red I love. Gwen mutters, "I'm more of a queen."

I kiss the top of her forehead. "My apologies, my queen."

I relish in the shiver that rips through her body and pull her in closer as I carry her to the bathroom.

Once we enter, I set her down on the black, marble toilet and I can run a hot bath. Gwen crosses her legs tightly and squirms as her juices run tacky down her thigh. She squirms, trying to hide her breast in her crossed arms and make herself smaller.

"You're absolutely beautiful like this, Gwen," I reassure her softly. "It's a sight I wish to witness every day. Do not hide yourself from me."

She looks up at me, her eyes a stormy mix of embarrassment, desire, and vulnerability. I tug at her arm, urging her to stand up and step towards the bathtub. She reluctantly rises, the gentle curve of her hips and the swell of her bottom on display just for me. I push away the swelling feeling of my cock and focus on the small smile on her lips.

"You really want to see me everyday?" she whispers. Adjusting the water temperature, I take some of the lavender bath salts from the counter and sprinkle it into the water.

I get in first and offer Gwen my hand. My eyes glaze up her body, and I lick my lips. "Every second of every day."

She takes it, face tinged with pink, and nestles her petite frame into my more built one. "You are such a flirt," she sighs.

"Only with you, Kotik," I mumble into her hair, inhaling the scent of cocoa butter and vanilla that seems to follow her everywhere .

We are back-to-chest, sitting in the tub. I take her thick curls and gather them to the side so I can mouth against her neck. The smell of her sweat slicked skin mixed with the lavender is intoxicating, and I kiss her there hard enough to bruise. My hands, previously limp against my side, run against the smooth expanse of her inner thighs and her breasts. She's so perfect. She rivals even statues of Aphrodite in museums. So perfect and all mine. I take one of her pert nipples and roll it in between my thumb and forefinger.

"Ngh—Nik, please." Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink that only rivals that of the plush shade of her pussy.

I lean back on the edge of the tub, my fingers hovering over her curves in the water. "Please what, Kotik?"

She spreads her legs as an answer. I raise my brow, laugh rumbling from deep within.

"You want to cum again from my fingers? How many times do you need to cum before the main event? So greedy kitten." My fingertips run up the outline of her inner thighs, and she switches slightly, a dark smile on her lips.

"I—no! Just clean me like you said you would." Her bottom lip slides between her teeth in the pouty way that makes me want to slip my cock in her mouth, and her eyes shine with need like she wants me to take her again.

She looks up at me through her fanned out lashes, supple and pliant in my arms. I run my fingers through her softest part, washing her cum away with water, and think about how only I get to see her like this. My hands roam lower, grazing against her clit.

"This pretty little pussy has been waiting on me. To clean. To lick. To fuck. "

"Ah, Nik, I'm sensitive from earlier just—ah!" I press down a little harder and her cheeks inflate in frustration. Shit, even the way she scrunches her nose and inflates her cheeks makes me hard.

But what the hell am I doing bathing her? I don't do this. Gwen makes me feel like a different person, makes me do so many things out of character. She turns to face me suddenly, water splashing out of the tub.

"Careful, Kotik." Her eyes drop to her breast, and I follow a drop of water that curves from her neck to between her breasts and then scoops underneath the left one.

"Sorry," she whispers, and I look back at her bowed head. "I just wanted to wash you too."

"My little kitty wants to roam her hands over me?" She dips her head, the pink in her cheeks deepening. I pick up her chin and smirk. "Go ahead."

Gwen nods sweetly and lathers some shampoo in between her hands to then work the soap into my hair. Her delicate fingers make sure to work the shampoo into every strand of my hair. She catches my eye and giggles as some of the suds go into my eye as she rinses it off, fingers never leaving my hair.

"You aren't even a little afraid of me?" I ask.

She frowns. "No. Why?"

"I did lop off a man's pinky in front of you."

"Yeah, but you did it for me. Because he was trying to hurt me. You protected me." Her eyes bore into mine. "I trust you."

I grab her by her pert ass and foist her up from the tub. Her legs instinctually wrap around me .

"Oh my God, Nik!" she squeals.

I throw her on the bed and crouch down in front of her.

"We're still wet from the bath!" She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, her eyes golden with lust and something else I can't quite name, but I know I want her to keep looking at me like that.

I nuzzle her neck, whispering, "And you're going to be wet in other ways once I'm done with you."