Chapter 18

Arianna

N ikolai puts me down as we enter, flicking on the light switch to bathe the room in soft warm lighting. From behind me, I hear him lock the door.

The room is darker than the rest of the apartment, probably in part due to the rich burgundy walls and furnishings. A giant four-poster bed dominates the room with silk ties affixed at each corner. To one side, there's what I can only describe as some sort of swing, but it's decidedly not designed for a children's playground. On one wall, there's a display cabinet with an intimidating array of sex toys, most of which I don't even recognize what they could possibly do. In one corner, there's a beautiful antique wardrobe, and to the side of this, I can just see there's an ensuite through the ajar door.

The whole effect should feel intimidating to me. I'm so inexperienced and Nikolai's basically just brought me into his sex dungeon to torture me. But I'm not afraid. Perhaps it's the fact that, though it is different and certainly more decadent than the other rooms, it still feels tasteful. The coloring is classier and more subtle than a bright red would be, and the room smells tantalizingly good with hints of vanilla, cinnamon, and ginger. Aphrodisiac scents.

More likely it's Nikolai's presence that emboldens me. Given the post-orgasm euphoria I'm currently feeling, I'd have probably followed him into the depths of hell just for another taste of what he can give.

My breath hitches audibly, and I feel his muscular form behind me, his hardness pressing against my back. Suddenly, I'm acutely aware of the fact that I'm completely naked while he still has his pants on. Embarrassed, I cover myself with my hands. Nikolai slowly but deliberately removes them.

"The time for shyness is over, kukolka. In here, you're mine. Mine to do with as I please. You will do as I say," he commands.

My instinct is to bite back with some sort of witty retort, to tell him I'm done being a good girl who does as she's told. But the other part of me, the sexually curious side, wants to relinquish control, to do exactly as he's asked. I go to turn around, though to say what, I'm not sure, but Nikolai's strong hands clamp around my waist, firmly holding me in place.

"Did I say you could move?" he growls.

The feeling of his hands on my waist, firm and possessive yet not unpleasant or sinister, sets my body alight. I'm enveloped by his masculine smell and my pussy aches for him to touch me all over.

"No, sir," I reply, deciding I can tease him just a little too. If he wants an obedient sex slave, I can give him more than he bargained for.

He lets out a low sound, somewhere between a moan and a chuckle.

"Walk over to the end of the bed, don't look back."

I do as instructed. I hear him moving around the room and the urge to look behind me is overwhelming. When I hear him approaching, I can't resist a peek. He's removed his clothing, standing there in all his glory, erect and ready he looks like a Viking god. The tattoos that snake over his pecks, shoulders, and down over his arms highlight the rippling muscles beneath. Below his abs, there's a perfect v that points the way down to his throbbingly large and erect penis. Just the sight of him has me soaking wet and eager for him to be inside me again.

He catches me looking and a small smile at my appreciation of his body forms on his handsome face. But he quickly becomes serious again.

"I said, no peeking. Turn back around."

Reluctantly I tear my gaze away. He comes behind me and reaches up, attaching a pair of leather cuffs up high on the bedframe.

"Arms up," he orders.

I hold my arms up high above my head and he inserts them into the cuffs, pulling them tight enough that I cannot pull myself free but not so tight as to pinch. He adjusts the length of the straps so that I'm pulled up to where I'm almost at the point of being on tiptoes. Being naked and bound like this shouldn't feel right, and yet it does. I know who Nikolai is, what he's capable of. Being at his mercy this completely is dangerous, and yet I trust him completely.

"Now, because you didn't do as you were told, and you looked, I'm going to have to blindfold you," he says, securing a soft black piece of material around my eyes and tying it securely.

My world goes dark, I can't see a thing. Momentary panic sets in at being unable to move or see. "Nikolai… I don't…"

"Shh, relax. Breathe."

I do as he says, and soon I start to notice how, without my sight, all of my other senses seem enhanced. The tiny hairs on my body stand on edge as I become more aware of the air on my skin. Nikolai runs a finger along the curve of my waist and it feels like the most erotic, sensuous touch I've ever experienced. The masculine, oaky smell of him intensifies, and I can hear his breath. Although his voice sounds perfectly calm and in control, his breathing now betrays his arousal to my newly attuned ears. I feel my muscles relax, enjoying the new sensation now I've gotten used to it.

"Good girl," Nikolai murmurs, clearly noticing it too.

He moves away from me and I feel his absence acutely. The awful thought that he might leave me tied up like this flits through my mind. But before it can take root, he's back. I feel the delicate touch of a feather caressing the curves of my body. The touch is so light it's agonizing. He trails the feather across my body, teasing it across my nipples and making them stand to attention. My lips part as I let out a breath. I'm aching for him to touch me.

"Tell me the information," he says in a low, calm voice.

"I can't," I murmur.

The tantalizingly delicate touch of the feather is replaced by the sharp slap of a leather paddle. The juxtaposition causes me to cry out in surprise, but it isn't unpleasant. In fact, it feels fucking good. Nikolai continues to tease me, alternating between the soft feather and the sting of the paddle. He hasn't laid a hand on me, and my body is aching for his hands to touch me. I'm dripping wet and yet he hasn't even laid a hand on me or gone anywhere near my pussy.

"Please," I beg.

Though I'm not sure what I'm asking for. For him to stop? Definitely not. For more? Yes, though I don't know if I can take it. For him to devour me? Absolutely.

Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he stops. I barely have time to catch my breath when I feel a new sensation. Vibrations along my skin. As before, he trails the toy along the curves of my body and across my nipples. The vibrations feel like there's a direct link between my clit and my nipples. He trails it down to rest just above my mound and I quiver in anticipation.

The vibrations on my clit feel incredibly intense and I let out a moan. He pushes the tip of the vibrator inside my slit and it slides in easily. It's not as big as Nikolai, so it doesn't fill me as completely as him, but the vibrations and motions are unlike anything I've ever felt before. It's not like I would have been able to get one of my father's men to buy me sex toys after all.

"Oh fuck," I moan.

"If you keep making sounds like that, kukolka, I might get jealous of a toy," he growls.

He glides it in and out of me and I groan, pulling against the restraints. It feels amazing but I want more, I want him. The climax builds inside me and I'm almost about to fall over the edge.

"Nikolai, I'm gonna…"

He pulls it out, leaving me aching and desperate for the tantalizingly close orgasm I just missed.

"Ah, not yet, kukolka . You don't get to cum until I say so. Now, are you going to tell me?" he says.

"Nikolai, it's not…" I start, unable to think straight and lost for words.

He resumes working on me with the vibrator, again and again bringing me close and then stopping right as I'm about to climax. He still hasn't touched me and I'm desperate to feel the warmth of his skin on mine.

"Nikolai please, I want you…" I beg.

I think he's going to ignore me, or worse, stop altogether. But then he spreads my legs further apart, gripping my ass cheeks. I feel the length of his hard cock stroking between my legs, rubbing along my slit but not entering it. It feels amazing but I'm desperate to have him inside me. I let out another moan, biting my lip.

It's frustrating that I cannot move my hands to guide him inside, to touch him, that he has all the control. I arch my back and grind against him.

He chuckles, "Such a greedy, eager girl for my cock. Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes. God yes," I beg.

He thrusts into me, deep and hard, filling me. I let out a cry of pleasure.

"Fuck, yes, Nikolai."

The fact that I still can't see him heightens my senses, allowing me to feel everything. He stays completely still, not moving. Simply filling me completely but not fully giving me what I want. I try to grind myself back and forth on him, but the restraints mean I can't move. Feeling him inside me, the pressure against my G-spot, but not getting the release I need is an exquisite torture.

He moves his hands around to tease and play with my nipples before stroking my clit. I can hear his breathing, controlled yet labored, and I know it's taking an incredible amount of willpower for him to not move inside me. He wants it as much as I do.

I hear the vibrator click on again and he rubs it along my clit sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. I moan and cry.

"Please, Nikolai."

"Do you want to cum?" he growls.

"Yes. Please, yes," I beg.

"Will you tell me what I need to know?" he demands.

"Yes, soon," I promise.

At this moment I'd have promised anything. I only hope he's enjoying this as much as I am and that soon doesn't have to come too quickly.

Apparently, he's satisfied with my answer for now as he finally starts to move, thrusting slowly inside me, still holding the vibrator against my clit. He begins to increase his pace and the toe-curling orgasm that's been desperate to be released starts to build inside of me again.

"Nikolai, I'm gonna cum," I cry.

He thrusts harder and faster, grunting and moaning alongside me. "Fuck, kukolka, you feel so fucking good. Cum for me."

I shatter. Breaking into a million pieces as the orgasm rips through me. He reaches climax at the same time and I feel him pumping inside me. He lets out a growl of pleasure.

"Fuck," we both pant at the same time.

I decide then, that I'm not going to tell him what I know anytime soon. His way of trying to get it out of me is far too pleasurable. I want more.