14. Nikolai

Chapter 14

Nikolai

Words failed me as I carried her from the playroom and across the den to the enormous bathroom. We had been intentional in our planning when building this house. The bathroom off to the side of the playroom was a thing of beauty. A large bathtub that resembled a small pool more than just a bathtub sat in the center of the room. There was a stone shower in the corner, and a double sink on the wall beside it, making it seem more like a Grecian bathhouse than a simple bathroom in bum-fuck Missouri. It was one of the best rooms in the house, and every inch of it was dedicated to aftercare.

And aftercare was what Maddy deserved after such a triumphant display of fortitude and willpower. I could tell that she needed it more tonight than she even had after our scene yesterday.

I pulled a blanket from the linen closet as I passed it, wrapping it around her body before setting her on the soft chaise lounge that graced the wall opposite the vanity.

"You don't have to go to all this trouble," she muttered, in a voice much smaller than I was accustomed to hearing from her. Chuckling lightly, I reached over the rim of the tub, turning the water as hot as it would go before pulling the plug up and watching the basin begin to fill.

"Yes, I do, actually," I replied, watching her tremble as she pulled the blanket tighter around her body. "Cold?"

"A little. But…it feels different than that," she said, almost as though she were confused by her own words.

I sighed, immediately understanding what she was talking about. Vulnerability was not my strong suit, but I knew well what she was experiencing. Busying myself by pouring bath salts and a splash of essential oils into the bathwater, I evaded her comment for the time being.

After the basin was filled as much as it could be, I returned to her side. Crouching down before her, she seemed more tiny than ever.

"Come with me," I spoke softly, holding my hand out to her. Her tiny hand slid into mine, trembling. Coming down from a punishment scene could be difficult, and Maddy was brand new to all of this. I needed to handle this with caution, but above all, with care.

I helped her to her feet, immediately pulling her up and into my arms as the blanket fluttered down to the floor in a heap.

"Just relax, and let me take care of you." I carefully set her down into the steaming water, smirking at her little hiss of surprise as the temperature quickly heated her cold skin. "Too hot?"

She simply shook her head, choosing non-verbal communication for now. I couldn't blame her; my own mind was swirling with thoughts and feelings after what we had just experienced together. There was always a level of preciousness that happened after a punishment scene, especially a submissive's first one. Doubt and dread filled me each time, worrying if I had pushed too hard or taken things too far. I spent far too much time going over every detail to make sure I had not crossed any lines.

But with Maddy, I knew I had not. I had specifically made sure of it. My only fear now was that it had been too much for her, even without breaking any boundaries.

I worked to calm my own racing heart and swirling apprehension. Once she had settled into the bath, I grabbed the small footstool, set it behind the head of the tub, and took a seat.

"You just relax, and let me care for you. Don't worry about anything. Just relax." My hands rubbed at her shoulders for a moment before sliding up the length of her neck. I helped her to shift down, tipping her head back so her hair was fully submerged in the water.

"This is one of my favorite parts of BDSM," I murmured as I reached for the mint and tea tree oil shampoo.

"It is?" she asked in a croaky, hoarse voice. She had made so many incredible, scrumptious sounds for me that she had literally screamed her voice raw. Poor thing.

"It is. Taking care of a submissive is something that I take very seriously."

"Even a submissive you're mad at?" Her voice was so small, her arms crossing over her body beneath the water's surface in an attempt to make herself smaller.

I shifted around the bathtub slightly until I could stare into her ocean-blue eyes. My fingers touched her chin gently, lifting until her eyes fully met mine. "I want to make one thing crystal clear to you, princess," I began, making sure my words were received gently as well as firmly. "I am not mad at you. I was never mad at you. I was frustrated. I was worried. But not mad. And we handled it exactly how we set out to handle these things. You handled your punishment beautifully, and all is forgiven. The slate is wiped clean."

Her eyes flitted back and forth, searching my own as tears welled up and slid silently down her cheeks. Suddenly, her arms shot out of the water, splashing me as she wrapped them around my neck. She pulled me down to her as she hugged me tight, clinging to me almost desperately. Her chest plastered against my own. Not that I cared. Not one fucking bit.

"Hey, now. It's ok," I whispered, soothing her as she shook in my arms. Running my hand down her wet hair, I held her to me, clinging to her just as much as she was clinging to me.

After a long moment, she settled, releasing me and slipping back into the water, resting her head against the edge of the tub once more. I took my seat again, picking up the shampoo and filling my palm with the heavily scented gel.

I washed her hair, taking simple joy in the way she went limp in my arms, allowing me to move her this way and that as I massaged her scalp and took care of this precious creature who had submitted to me.

"So why do you enjoy this part so much? Feels like it's meant more for me than you," she muttered softly, groaning as I tugged gently at her hair, pulling the suds through her tresses.

"It does plenty for me. Make no mistake about that." I guided her head back once more, dipping her head back into the water to rinse the suds clean slowly and carefully.

"Tell me about it."

I took a moment, composing myself as I grabbed a soft flannel cloth from beneath the sink, dunking it into the water to wet it before applying soap and lathering it up to wash her clean.

"Well, as a Dominant, I enjoy what I do. But punishment isn't easy for me, either."

"Seems easy to me."

"Well, it's not. It is hard. I wanted to just forgive you. To let it slide."

"So why didn't you?"

"Well, because that would have made me break a vow. Several, actually."

"You make it sound like you're a knight of Camelot or something."

"I guess you could look at it that way. But in all honesty, I take my promises, my vows, and my duty very seriously."

"What… promises or whatever, would you be breaking?"

"For one, I would have been breaking my vow to Quinn to keep you safe. To protect you. That was the biggest thing on my mind. I would have been breaking my promise to my brothers here to keep this situation under control, and to keep them safe as well. Your decision could have led to us all being in danger at the hands of the men who want you dead. But above all, I would have been breaking my vow to you as a Dominant. I made a promise to keep you safe."

"You weren't putting me in danger by not punishing me."

"True, but I made a promise to you to honor my word. To be stable and sure in this dynamic, and to follow through on the punishments we agreed to, if you earned them. If I had not held to my word, it would have done more damage by breaking your trust."

She grew quiet, taking in my words and my meaning as I rinsed the soap from her body, still letting the flannel cloth run over her body in languid, lazy strokes that had no real intention other than to keep our physical connection intact.

"That still doesn't really answer my question," she finally responded, sighing as I ran the cloth down from hip to ankle and back up her body again.

"Giving you care allows me time to show you how I feel," I answered, choosing to not engage in any of our normal witty banter, instead opting for genuine honesty.

"And how is it you feel, Niko?" she asked in a voice that sounded confident, though I could see the timidness in her body language clear as day.

"I feel several things. I feel humbled by your submission, by your willingness to take your punishment so well." I let the cloth slip out of my hands, dropping to the bottom of the tub as I allowed my skin to touch hers, to run the length of her body slowly. "I feel proud. Proud that you didn't shy away from the punishment, even though you were scared. I'm proud of how brave you were, Maddy."

"Really?" she asked. My eyes found hers, noting the hint of a smile that played on her lips. She should smile.

"Really. And you should be proud of yourself, too. You were incredible. But…" I trailed off, searching for the right words. I grasped her elbow, pulling gently until she sat fully up in the tub. "But, more than anything, Maddy, I am honored."

"Honored?"

"Yes, honored. Honored that you trusted me to guide you through something as serious and scary as punishment. It's a huge deal between partners in a dynamic, especially that first time. But for you, even more so, because you have no prior knowledge of the kink scene or how it works. You're brand new to all of this. And you handled yourself with so much grace, so much strength… I'm completely honored by your submission. And this?" I touched her chin, making sure I had her full attention. "This between us, this aftercare, allows me the chance to show you all of those things. To soothe the ache inside of me that happens after forcing my dominance over you in such a way."

Her brow furrowed as she took in my words. The water had cooled slightly, but that did not seem to dissuade her from reclining back into the tub, the tips of her nipples rising above the water's surface with every breath she drew.

"It means a lot to me, too," she finally whispered, her eyes flicking to mine for only a moment before her gaze fell away once more.

"Good, I'm glad." It was an honest answer.

"I seem to remember another promise you made," she added, a smirk curling the corner of her pretty little mouth.

"Oh? And what is that?"

"You promised that if I succeeded in taking my punishment, you'd give me more orgasms than I could handle." Her eyes lifted to mine, fire dancing in the bright blue depths. She took her lower lip between her teeth, nibbling at it in a way that had my cock hardening instantly.

"Did I? Hmm, I don't seem to remember—" My words were cut short as she splashed water at me. And not a little splash. No, it was the kind that spilled over onto the floor and soaked me nearly from head to foot where I knelt on the ground beside the tub. "You little brat," I seethed, though not in anger, but playing along with our little game.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, buddy ?" A fire sparked in her eyes as I grabbed her by the throat, tugging her forward enough that I could wrap my arms around her and hoist her slippery body into the air and up into my arms.

She screeched in a very satisfying manner as I flung her over my shoulder. "Oh, I have plenty I want to do about that, princess," I promised, slapping her ass sharply and swiftly, the pain making her yelp.

Hard spanks on wet skin. Was there anything better?

"Niko! Put me down!" She squealed as I marched my way back out of the bathroom, caring not a lick that she was stark naked.

"No way. I have plans, princess," I scoffed, slapping her ass again for good measure. I was becoming quite a fan of the sound made by my hand on her wet flesh.

"I am soaking wet!"

I stopped just as I closed the door to the playroom behind me. My hand slid up the back of her thigh, finding her apex and letting my fingers delve between.

"Oh, princess. I can make you much wetter than that." Crossing the room in a few long strides, I threw her off my shoulder and onto the bed with enough force that she literally bounced.

"Stay." It was a sharp command, one that had her closing her gaping mouth sharp enough I almost heard her teeth click together as her eyes popped open wide. With a smirk, I crossed the room again, grabbing a bottle of lube from the top drawer of a dresser and making my way back to her. Along the way, I shed my thoroughly soaked clothes, preferring nakedness to the wet, clinging cloth.

"Here's how this is going to go, princess. You are going to stay there on the bed, in whatever position I put you in. You can wriggle and writhe and make all the noise that you want, but don't fight me. This is for your pleasure. This is your reward. Do you understand?"

"Hmm…" she paused, tapping her finger to her chin pensively.

"Princess…" I warned, my voice more of a growl than human speech.

"Fine, fine. Yes, Sir." That eye roll of hers was about to get her a red ass if she didn't shape up soon, but I kept my thoughts focused on the task at hand.

"I am going to make you wetter than you've ever been. Do you trust me?" I asked, giving her one last opportunity to change my mind.

"I trust you." For a moment, my breath caught. She looked up at me through her lashes, and while we normally engaged in all manner of witty banter and sarcastic repartee, this was something entirely different. This was trust. Real trust.

"Then, let us begin." With a smirk, I knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. Grabbing each of her ankles, I yanked her down the bed as she shrieked and giggled. I pulled until the edge of her ass was perched right on the edge of the bed. Pulling a footstool that matched the one in the bathroom from beneath the bed, I made myself comfortable.

Pushing her knees back to her chest, I lowered my head, licking a line along her slick cunt, tasting her clean skin. She tasted like fresh summertime, and something else completely unique to her. It was heaven. My arms curled around her thighs, holding her to me as I feasted.

"Niko!" she groaned out as my tongue circled her clit, sucking it into my mouth. I bit down softly, making her cry out.

"Try again," I murmured against her folds, the sound vibrating from my lips to her clit.

"Fuck…" she moaned. I could hear her head drop against the mattress as I flicked and tortured the tiny nub.

"Sir," she finally answered correctly. In reward, I let my tongue answer for me as it danced over her clit faster, stronger, pushing her towards her first orgasm of this little reward session.

Unwrapping one arm from her thighs, I let my fingers play at her entrance, one digit sliding in easily.

"You're getting wetter, princess. Now let's see just how far we can push it." One finger became two as I plunged into her depths, keeping my tongue driving her over the edge and into her orgasm.

Her thighs trembled around my head, wrapping me in her orgasm and making me a part of it, as though it were just as much mine as it was hers.

"Oh God!" She screamed as one orgasm became two, my fingers beginning to scissor inside of her, stretching her slowly, methodically.

My tongue slowed as she came down from her precipice.

"Good girl. Now, relax for me. Take me inside you. Feel me stretch you." I encouraged her with my words as I squeezed copious amounts of lubricant onto her open slit. Letting my fingers play in the slickness, I slid two fingers back inside of her, working a third in slowly.

The image of her stretching around my fingers was fucking beautiful. She groaned and then gasped, her pussy clenching tightly around me.

"Are you going to cum again already, princess?" I teased gently, my fingers curling up to her G-spot.

"It feels so good," she muttered, her head tossing back and forth against the sheets wantonly, her body succumbing to the pleasure I wielded.

"Can you take more for me, princess? Can you stretch wide for Sir?" I goaded her, urging her to trust me and go with me into the darkest corners of her pleasure.

I looked up to see her nodding mutely, her teeth gnawing at her lower lip with her eyes scrunched shut with effort.

"Relax, princess. This isn't going to work if you don't relax. Give me two deep breaths, and I want to hear them. In through the nose, out through the mouth." I guided her into relaxation slowly. Her legs relaxed, and her shoulders fell back to the bed as she obeyed so beautifully it took my breath away.

Pouring more lube into the palm of my hand, I worked to get my fourth finger inside of her. I took my time, stretching and working her body slowly as she writhed beneath me.

"Niko… It's so much!" she panted out, her gasping breaths making her breasts look fucking incredible. Christ, watching her body take me this way was otherworldly. I felt like a fucking god.

"You can do it. Take a deep breath for me and relax your whole body." With my free hand, I guided her legs down onto the bed, allowing her muscles to fully relax and accept me into her most sacred place.

My fourth finger slid in as she exhaled, her body trembling with the effort to accept it, but she did so perfectly.

"I'm going to cum," she whimpered, the sound making my cock ten times harder. Her bratting turned me on. Her wit and her ire made me rock hard. But this? Her whimpering submission, after the strength she showed during her punishment? This was the thing dreams were made of.

"Good girl. Stay relaxed. I promise you, this will rock your world," I praised her, my heart swelling with pride as she took everything I had to give.

Tucking my thumb into the palm of my hand, I pulled my fingers from her. I poured the lubricant over her pussy, soaking her with it as it combined with her own arousal, making for a slick and easy entry.

"Deep breath for me, princess." I watched as she inhaled and then shakily exhaled, her body melting into the bed as she focused on relaxing.

I pressed forward slowly, but intentionally, her body opening to my fist as I plunged all five fingers into her, burying myself into her up to the wrist.

She gasped, her body going rigid for a singular moment before she melted into the bed like water poured onto a table. Her entire form went limp as she groaned, long and low, her eyes closing as she succumbed to being taken so fully, so deeply.

"Yes, princess! That's it. Take me."

"I'm so full," she whispered, as though she did not even trust her own voice.

"Now let me make you fly." With that, I began to move my hand, rocking inside of her as she stretched around me.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, her body beginning to writhe in time with my motions. My hand moved faster, beginning to pull out slightly, giving her more pressure as I pushed her higher and higher.

"I can't…. I don't…" she stuttered and stammered, her eyes popping open, their bright blue depths unknowing of what to do at that moment.

"Are you safewording?" I asked her seriously, my thoughts ricocheting from one concern to another as I checked her safety.

She shook her head, gasping as I pulled my hand fully out of her.

And then back in again.

"Sir!" she nearly screamed.

"If you think that's good, princess, just wait," I smirked to myself alone as my other hand found her clit, my thumb strumming the tender bud, quick and light.

"Fuck, fuck… OH MY GOD!" She screamed, her body bowing off the bed as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Every muscle went rigid with the force of her orgasm, her pussy threatening to rip my hand off my wrist with the power of it.

"Yes!" I shouted, my own cock dripping with arousal at her sounds, the sight of her, the feel of her vice-grip cunt holding me prisoner in its silken depths.

Each orgasm topped the last as I pushed her through her paces, taking her to heights she had never been before.

"I can't! Sir, please!" she begged, her brow wet, though whether from the bath or her own sweat at this point, I could not tell.

"You can. You will. Trust me." My hand pummeled into her, hitting her G-spot with my knuckles with every thrust. I could feel it building inside of her. "Hold back. Just for a bit."

"I don't think I can," she whimpered, her body trembling with effort.

"You can. You can do this. Hold back for me, princess. Just for a minute. Trust me," I urged her.

Our eyes met, locked together for a moment in time as my hand continued thrusting between her thighs like a piston, pushing her further and further.

"It's too much," she whined beautifully. My cock wept with the need to plunge into that tight, warm cunt.

"Now push for me, princess. Reach for that orgasm," I shouted, feeling her clench and quiver around my fist. Her orgasm hit harder than any I'd ever witnessed, her body wracked with tremors as though she were seizing.

No sound came from her lips, just utter silence as her body bowed like a string pulled so taut it was on the verge of snapping.

Then I pulled my fist from her, my thumb strumming her clit quickly and softly, as her orgasm took on physical form, drenching me with her delicious juices as she squirted uncontrollably.

"That's my princess. That's my girl," I praised her, growling as she found her voice once more, sobbing her pleasure at the top of her lungs.

I crawled on top of the bed, laying beside her and quickly resuming the gentle thrumming of her clit as she shook and writhed under my touch.

"That's my girl. I've got you," I whispered against her temple as she curled into me.

"So…. s...s…sensitive," she muttered, her lips brushing against my chest as she sought refuge from her violent pleasure.

"I know. Come down slowly, princess. Let me guide you." My thumb slowed, easing her down as she curled into my arms.

"That's my girl."

And for that moment in time, she truly was.