7. Maddy

Chapter 7

Maddy

As quietly as I could, I slipped back through the back door of the house, mindful to wipe the grass and such from my feet before making my way back upstairs to my room. I'd done what I had set out to do. Break Nikolai. He was arrogant and far too rigid. Plus, the way he continued to demand that I sit here and what? Just sit in boredom for days on end?

No way. Not for me.

If I wasn't going to be allowed entertainment, then I'd make my own.

I threw my towel into the hamper by the closet. I would need to ask the guys where the laundry room was tomorrow if I had any hope of wearing clean clothes during my stay.

Pulling the tie from my wet hair, I shook my head, releasing the tresses that were now beginning to curl just a little. Wavy hair was the absolute worst. Never quite curly, never quite straight. Such was my plight. Now, where did I leave my hairbrush? I couldn't remember if I had left my toiletry bag in the bathroom or not, but it was most likely—

My bedroom door crashed open, causing me to jump damn near a foot in the air. I turned to see an angry-looking Nikolai standing in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides.

"Niko, what are you—"

"We…" he began, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his eyes focused like lasers straight at me. "We are not done."

"What the fuck are you on about? I'm pretty sure I made my point quite clear. If you're going to be an—"

"I said, we aren't done here," he repeated, slamming the door behind him as he all but stomped his way over to me.

"I don't see how there's anything more to say." I was being petulant, and I didn't care one bit. Arms crossed over my chest, I feigned disinterest at his caveman-like behavior, when deep down, it sent a thrill through me.

"You and I?" he began, pointing between the two of us. "We have a problem."

"Oh yeah? And what might that be?" I was putting on a display of bratting the likes of which had not been attempted since I was the ripe old age of seven. He stood so close, his tall frame making me feel small, even though I stood at a perfectly acceptable height of five-foot-six. Though he was likely only just over six feet tall, his presence, the very aura surrounding him, exuded confidence and command in a way I had never encountered. At least, not like this.

He leaned in closer, our breath mingling together, but eyes still locked on one another. Heated and fierce, his dark blue eyes bore into my own.

"Well, what's the problem we both have, buddy ?" Bad idea though it might be, I could not help myself.

"This," he growled, his hand finding that same point on the back of my head, twisting his fingers in my hair as he had done before. My head tilted back as his lips crashed into mine.

His hands roved over my body, finding my waist and tugging me closer. The firm hand that gripped my hair never loosened.

I barely noticed as he began walking me backward, step by step, our lips never leaving the heated kiss. Not for a single second.

My back hit the wall with a thud; his body pressed into mine as he tilted my head up, twisting me just enough to change the angle of his kiss. Tongue met tongue, lips pressed against lips. It was intoxicating.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it's been?" he groaned against my mouth, the fingers of his left hand playing at the strings of my bikini bottoms. The tip of his nose nudged mine, trailing down my cheek towards my neck. The same place he'd kissed just earlier this very day.

"How difficult what's been?" I breathed. For the moment, my bratty attitude had been banished, making way for the pleasure his lips, tongue, and touch provided. I was touch starved, and I wasn't too proud to admit it — at least to myself.

"Getting the thought of you out of my head. The thought of you pressed against that wall this afternoon… just as you are now. It has plagued me. The memory of you beneath my hands has tortured me." The guttural growl of his voice vibrated over my skin, making every nerve ending come alive with desperation for more.

"I don't…" I trailed off as the feel of his hard cock pressing into me as he ground his hips against mine erased every word, every thought in my head.

"I have not been able to stop thinking about your scent. The one right here," he breathed against the pulse point on my neck. "I can't get it out of my mind. But…"

"But what?" I barely managed to mutter.

The hand holding my hair finally released its grasp, shifting around to my throat. His firm grip held me tightly, just tight enough to make my heart pound and my bikini bottoms flood with arousal.

"But that bratty fucking attitude has me wanting to spank that pert little ass until it turns as red as this bikini of yours." My eyes fluttered open to see his heated gaze hovering just before me. The sharp shock of thrill shot through me like a white-hot knife.

A smirk played at the corner of my lips as I pushed him away from me, stepping away from the wall and towards the bed. I bent over, arching my back as my elbows held me up on the bed.

Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I looked back at him with a devilish look. "Well, buddy , are you going to make good on that offer, or what?"

I had never been spanked before, not sexually, at least, but there was something in his tone, something in his very demeanor that had me completely incapable of backing down now. I was many things, but I wasn't a chicken.

His eyes heated even further, and the growl that left his lips echoed against the bedroom walls. I turned away from him as he stalked towards me, the touch of his hand against my bare back making me shiver with anticipation.

Fingernails scraped against the curve of my ass as he touched me, exploring me. One hand slid up the length of my spine, up into my hair as he applied pressure, forcing me to lie against the bedspread with my face turned to the side and held in place as his other hand explored the curves of my body.

"This ass of yours has been on my mind all day. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you traipsed out to the garage yesterday." He spoke almost more to himself than to me, and I was glad to not have to respond. His fingers tugged at my bikini strings, and his careful, intentional touch had me quivering.

He tugged the fabric down over the curve of my ass slowly, as though he were savoring his favorite meal. Without warning, his hand came down sharply over the lower curve of my ass, making me gasp.

"Too much for you, princess?" he teased.

"Not at all. I'm just surprised by how weak you are," I shot right back. Immediately, his hand came down again, much sharper. This time, I did not gasp. I was not surprised. I was ravenous. Desperate. Strike after strike landed over my skin, heating the flesh until I was groaning with desire, stunned by confusion and need, and wanting more. So much more.

"Christ, the way your ass pinks up is fucking lovely," he groaned.

What my ass did was sting, burning with the marks of his hands. I had never been touched like this before, and yet, I could not hold myself back from wanting more. Needing more. It was powerful. It was exciting. And it had me dripping to the point I could feel wetness at the tops of my thighs.

His fingers moved over those marks, reveling in them as his touch moved down between my legs. Fingers glided over my skin, slipping between my folds as I groaned.

" Ye-bat‘ , you are dripping, princess."

"Hmm?" I breathed out with a shuddering sigh as his fingers delved within my slit, finding my clit with practiced accuracy. Slow, circling fingertips made my mind spin with lust, desire, and desperate need for whatever he was about to do next.

"It means fuck, in Russian," he chuckled, pushing the hood of my clit back to find the sensitive bud beneath. His touch was gentle, a complete juxtaposition to the strength of his swats.

"Oh, fuck!" I repeated back to him as his fingers slipped inside of me. Slowly, gently, he pushed deeper, letting me feel the stretch his fingers gave.

"Open for me. Let me get to know your body," he whispered, pressing kisses against the length of my spine as he explored my depths. Breath fanned over my heated skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

"God, you smell so good. What perfume do you wear?" He growled against my skin.

"I'm not wearing perfume," I muttered into the bedspread.

" Trakhni menya …" he groaned so loudly the sound vibrated against my skin. "This is all you. Just you."

A second finger slid in beside the first, stretching me until I ached, making me clench around his fingers like a vise.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you, princess? Just from this slow touch. Are you that desperate?" Teasing and toying, he pushed me closer to that pinnacle.

I felt him shift behind me, and suddenly he removed his fingers from my core, leaving me aching with the emptiness.

"Open." It was a command, but my mind was too muddled with arousal to process what he meant.

"Huh?"

"Your mouth. Open."

My eyes opened slowly, seeing his fingers hovering just beside my mouth. I hesitated only a moment before obeying. The taste of myself on his fingers was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Debasing. Dehumanizing. Humiliating. And yet, my pussy ached with how turned on it made me.

"Tell me how you taste." His fingers pulled out of my mouth, resuming their position between my thighs, diving back inside of me as he found my g-spot without even having to try. Twisting, turning, pressing, over and over, he pushed me until I could hardly think straight.

And then it stopped.

He didn't pull out. He just… stopped.

"What?" I asked, confusion marring any rational thought.

"Tell me how you taste," he repeated. The tone of his voice, so commanding and domineering, sent shivers down my spine.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" I sassed through the haze of my arousal. Apparently, not even being fingered to within an inch of my life by a ridiculously sexy Russian veteran could turn that part of me off.

Immediately, his fingers left my needy pussy. His hand came down sharply on my ass. I yelped, flinching from the spark of pain that bloomed into pleasure over my already raw skin.

"I said tell me." His words left no room for argument.

Begrudgingly, I answered, "Sweet, a little musky, and… I don't know what else." Words failed me as his fingers slipped back inside of me, teasing me back to the brink.

"Delightful," he purred, his fingers slipping back out to tease my clit. Soft and achingly slow, he circled my nub until my legs began to tremble. "You really are going to cum for me, aren't you, princess? From no more than this? What a pathetic little thing you are."

I hated myself for how much his humiliating words thrilled and excited me. I could only nod, my face buried in the bedding as he literally pulled the orgasm from my body, my back arching as my cries echoed through the room.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, so softly I could barely hear him. "I can't wait any longer."

I thought he was going to fuck me, to take me right here and now. Instead, he knelt behind me.

"I know you're the worst at following directions. In fact, I bet you won't be able to follow this simple instruction. Stay still. Completely still," he commanded, his hands tracing the lines of my legs and hips up and down leisurely.

Gentle pressure against the inside of my ankles begged me to spread wider. Hands moved over my ass, pulling my cheeks apart to the point I blushed. But when his tongue found my core, tasting me from behind, all thoughts of humiliation or worry fled my mind.

"Oh, God!" I cried out, my hands gripping the bedding tightly as his tongue found my clit, circling slowly just as his fingers had done moments ago. Hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly against his face as he devoured me.

Lips curled around my clit, sucking my most sensitive spot into his mouth as his tongue flicked back and forth, driving me insane.

"Niko!" I screamed as a second orgasm crashed over me. No warning, no slow build, as he'd done before. This was brutal. Raw. Forceful.

I was quickly learning that many things in Niko's world were forceful. He was powerful. A force to be reckoned with.

His tongue delved inside of me, tasting me from the very source of my pleasure. Like a cat with a bowl of cream, he feasted on me. One orgasm crashed into another, my hands gripping the bed sheets for dear life, my screams of passion echoing throughout the room again and again.

I suddenly remembered that we were not the only people in the house. Mortification heated my cheeks. Hell, they must be as red as my ass cheeks after his spanking. Quickly grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed, I muffled my cries of pleasure into that as his tongue wreaked havoc on my over-sensitized clit.

"No!" he shouted against my pussy.

I grew quiet, confused by what he was upset with.

"Remove the pillow," he commanded with a growl.

"But they will hear me." I lifted my head, hissing the words at him.

"Princess, they already heard you," he chuckled darkly. "Now that they've heard you, let's make sure they remember it." His growl of desire vibrated against my lower lips before his tongue found my clit again, devouring me with renewed fervor.

My toes curled as he flicked, licked, and laved his way over my most sensitive parts, teasing me into yet another orgasm. How many could one person have before passing out? Something told me I was about to find out.

"I cannot get enough of you. Christ, woman. Your cum is like life's elixir. Now, let's give you a real orgasm, shall we?"

Fuck me, what did THAT mean?

I felt him shift slightly behind me, his lips leaving my clit still aching and wanting for more.

"A real wha—" Whatever I was about to say was cut off abruptly as three of his fingers slid inside of me, stretching me to the point I was groaning, melting into the covers as pleasure overtook all rational thought. Nothing existed anymore except my cunt and his fingers.

His other hand played at my clit, thrumming it gently while his fingers threatened to absolutely destroy me.

Just as I thought the pleasure could not get any more intense, the feel of his tongue gliding over my asshole sent me shooting off into the stratosphere.

"Niko!" I screamed as the slow, swirling flicks of his tongue against the place no one had ever touched, let alone tasted, pushed me into an orgasm that stole my breath and turned my legs to jello. Helpless to do anything else, I collapsed onto the coverlet.

Spent and utterly melted onto the bed, it took me a moment to realize that he was slowing down. The lapping of his tongue was languid and intentional, as if he was savoring me. Bringing me slowly back to Earth. A moment later, in sated bliss, my world spun as he flipped me over onto my back.

"Had enough?" he chuckled, the devilish smirk playing at his lips igniting that spark of desire anew. My eyes narrowed on him, raising myself to my elbows. All of that bratty energy came flooding back with renewed fervor at his challenge.

"Not by a fucking long shot, buddy ." I knew the nickname drove him crazy, but that's just how I wanted him. Crazed and wild. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

I stood from the bed, grabbing hold of his waist as I turned us around, him now standing beside the bed with me in front of him.

"Don't call me buddy," he groaned, but that only spurred me on further.

"Too much to handle… buddy? " I teased right back, letting my hands trail over his muscular chest. I hadn't had long to admire his form in the hot tub earlier, but now I was ready to drink my fill of him.

Instantly, his hand gripped my chin — hard , tilting it up until I stared directly into his deep blue gaze.

"If you keep that up, we're going to have a problem," he warned, his tone deep and dark.

"I thought we were fixing said problem."

"If you don't stop calling me buddy, I'll give you another name to call me." There was something mysterious in his gaze. Something with an edge of darkness. Something I desperately needed to discover.

"Hmm… that's quite the threat, buddy. Are you man enough to prove it?" This time I made sure my eyes were locked on his, unwavering and fully intentional with my sass.

He tugged my chin closer, almost to the point of pain. "You're not ready for that, princess."

"We'll see about that," I spat, narrowing my eyes at him. With both hands on his chest, I shoved with all my might, pushing him down onto the bed. He had the decency to look shocked, but I wasted no time. Tugging at the waistband of his swim trunks, I tugged them down and off, tossing them behind me, heedless of where they landed.

"What are you—" he began, but I quickly cut him off with a finger to his lips as I leaned over him.

"Just shut up and take the win, will you?" I teased, lowering my head to his chest. I kissed along the line of his abdomen, tasting the chlorinated water from the hot tub. But underneath was nothing but pure man.

His scent was intoxicating. I breathed him in as I kissed my way down his torso, skirting over the hollow of his hipbones, his hard length nudging my cheek as I drew closer to the glistening tip.

I wrapped my lips around the swollen head, tasting the drop of pre-cum leaking from him.

"Fuuuuck…" he groaned, his head falling back against the bed with a thud. I smirked around his girth, wrapping my tongue around his head as I tasted slowly. I took my time, getting to know the contours of his cock as it slid deeper into my mouth.

"Not enough," he rasped, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me away from his length. I couldn't stop the pout from puckering my lips. "Patience," he chuckled as he changed our positions, pulling us both to our feet. Then, with a dark and heated gaze, he pressed on the top of my head, forcing me to kneel for him.

"Christ, you look good on your knees," he groaned as I looked up at him from below. My knees spread, lowering myself to the appropriate height as his hands twisted and turned in my hair, holding me steady. My mouth opened, accepting his length; hungry for it.

The salty taste of his pre-cum washed over my tongue once more as I took him in deeper, sliding my lips up and down his length. My tongue twisted, curled, and teased the sensitive underside of his cock.

"Look up at me, princess. Let me see those eyes as you pleasure me." His words pushed my arousal to a fever pitch, making my clit quiver with need. What was he doing to me? Those words? They could kill a woman. My eyes lifted, looking up at him from beneath my lashes as I moved up and down over his girthy cock.

"Relax your throat. Let's see if you can follow directions and take me all the way in," he guided, gathering my hair on top of my head and using it to hold me steady. I took a deep breath, knowing exactly what he wanted. While I wasn't exactly a deep-throating champ, I wasn't about to back down from his challenge. I was going to prove that I could give as good as I had just gotten if it killed me. And with the size of his cock, it just might.

My eyes narrowed for only a moment before I centered myself, breathing through my nose as he tugged me down onto his length. He was gentle. I had to give him that. But as the tip of his thick cock touched the back of my throat, I gagged.

He quickly pulled his cock from my mouth, allowing me a moment to breathe. But I didn't want a moment. I wanted to rock his world. I wanted to make him forget any other woman he'd been with before me. Why? I hadn't the foggiest idea. But Jesus Christ, how I wanted it.

I pushed forward, taking his length into my mouth again, teasing and stroking him with my tongue. My eyes lifted to see his head thrown back. The feel of his fist tightening in my hair made my pussy flood with arousal.

" Ye-bat‘ ! You vixen," he groaned, filling me with pride and satisfaction. I took him in, inch by inch, until he slipped down into my throat.

And then I swallowed.

"God, yes!" he roared, tugging my hair until I slid off of his cock. No words were spoken as he pulled me back to my feet. His hand stayed wrapped in my tresses, the other hand wrapping around my jaw and tugging me to him. "If I hadn't just eaten that gorgeous ass of yours, I'd demand you let me taste myself on your lips, princess."

God Almighty, the way his words sparked me into the deepest arousal I had ever felt. Never had a man spoken to me like that. It was always ‘yeah, baby. Take that dick.' And never anything more original. But with Niko? Those words were in a category all their own.

The room spun while our lips stayed connected as he turned us around.

"I refuse to cum in your mouth when I could cum inside of you," he growled against my throat. He crawled his way up the coverlet, kissing along my legs as he went. Fingers toyed with the straps of my bikini top, tugging until they came loose. His lips covered every inch as my body was revealed to him. I wasn't a large-chested girl by any means, but they were perky, and his touch had my nipples hard as rocks.

Hands cupped my breasts, lips and teeth tugging at the sensitive peaks.

"Nikolai," I sighed, my body arching up into his. His hard length pressed against my thigh, making me spread my legs, eager for him. I had never felt so needy.

With almost no effort, he flipped me over, hand grasping my hips as he pulled me up to my knees.

"Now, this. This is exactly the view I wanted," he groaned, his hands running over my hips and ass. "Such lovely marks on such a lovely ass."

His hand landed sharply on my ass cheek, stinging skin already raw from his early strikes. While the pain burst brilliantly over my skin, making me hiss, it blossomed into the most sensual warmth imaginable as his fingers found their way between my folds once again.

"Already wet for me again, princess." The sound of his lips smacking as he tasted me on his fingertips had my eyes rolling back in my head. His fingers continued teasing me to insanity with his feather-light, strumming strokes as he prepared himself for me.

He slid into me like silk and torture, stretching me around his length as he slowly filled me. I groaned, my head hitting the pillows as I struggled to hold myself upright with the onslaught of utter ecstasy.

Gentle beginnings gave way to hard, powerful thrusts, knocking my head into the headboard until I finally pressed my hand against it, shielding me from more pain as he fucked me with wild abandon.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his hands never still as they traveled over the contours of my body. Down my hips and thighs, up over my ass, up the curve of my spine, until they tangled in my hair at the nape of my neck once more. He tugged harshly, pulling my head back sharply.

"Ah!" I hissed, wincing at the brutally beautiful pain that sparked over my scalp, his cock still hitting every spot imaginable as he thrust over and over again.

"Too much for you, princess?" he teased playfully.

"Not on your life. In fact — Oh god," I groaned, unable to continue my sassing when his hips swiveled and hit a different spot completely, rendering me speechless for a moment. "In fact, I was getting bored," I panted out, not at all delivering the bratty wit I had intended.

"Well, then I guess I'll have to just try harder." Fingers reached around me, finding the bud of my clit and strumming it like a guitar string. And Christ, how I sang for him when he did.

Hands groped, lips kissed, and I lost my ever-loving fucking mind as he played my body like a master musician plucking the most beautiful song on his instrument. My orgasm rose and crashed over me like a tidal wave, my thighs shaking as my arms collapsed beneath me, leaving me little more than a puddle on the pillow.

"Oh, no princess. We aren't done yet." His growling promise had my pussy clenching around him again as he hoisted me back up to all fours.

His thrusts slowed, his hips twisting and hitting my G-spot with unerring accuracy.

His hands held my hips steady, bending the arch in my back deeper to hit just the right spot.

"Nikolai," I groaned, struggling to push through the haze of exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss.

"Reach that hand down, princess. Touch that pretty little clit nice and slow for me. Tease yourself." His words rocked my world, rendering me useless for the breath of a moment.

"What, can't manage it yourself, buddy?" I gasped, wanting to give as good as he was. I couldn't help the fact that he brought out my fighting temper in the most delightful of ways.

His hand came down on my ass so quickly and so sharply I saw stars. The sound of the spank reverberated around the room loudly.

"Want to try that again?" he asked tersely.

"Going deaf on me, old man? I said, what? Can't manage it yourself, buddy ?" I repeated slowly, pushing my luck and loving every second of it.

The growling response was all I was given as his hand twisted in my hair once more, pulling sharply until my entire upper body lifted off the bed, kneeling upright in front of him. His arm locked around my ribcage, holding me firm as he thrust up into me. Back to chest, that hand still fisted in my hair tightly, his fingers thrumming over my nipples.

Tugging, pinching, and pulling, he drove me to the brink of climax more quickly than I could have imagined.

"Enough sass from you now, princess," he whispered against the shell of my ear, his dark and dangerous tone swirling in my belly and making me whimper.

"Never enough," I spat back, rocking my hips back into him and making him grunt with need.

Gliding fingers flipped to raking nails, traveling over the tips of my breasts and down my torso as he thrust up into me faster.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned against my ear, his grunts and groans of pleasure growing louder, matching my own.

His hand moved between my thighs, finding my clit and circling it over and over, in time with his thrusts. My orgasm hovered just on the brink, my heart racing and my breath completely stopping other than short, sporadic pants as I hung on the precipice.

His thrusting grew choppy as he neared his own orgasm.

"Now, scream for me, princess. Let everyone hear you. You know you fucking love it." His soft, depraved words whispered against the curve of my shoulder seconds before his teeth sunk in, biting me hard. The pain radiated out over my skin, his cock twitching inside of me as he thrust deep and hard, screaming out his orgasm only a second before my own hit.

Hips twisted, grinding against one another as we basked in every last ounce of pleasure from the intensity of our combined orgasms.

His arms stayed around me as we both panted, re-learning how to breathe once more. He guided me back down onto the bed as he pulled out of me. Not a thought entered my mind as I curled up into the fetal position.

Satiated and spent, I trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

His hands moved over my body slowly. Tugging at the covers to help guide me into warmth. Soft kisses pressed against the back of my shoulders. His body curled around mine. Sleepiness made my eyelids heavy, and I welcomed it.

The only problem was the whooping and hollering — and clapping — that came from down the hall.

"Excellent performance!" Sully's deep voice called.

But even as the slight blush of embarrassment flushed my cheeks, I could not bring myself to care. Not now.

Maybe I'd feel different come morning.