Chapter 7

"But we're not married yet."

He swats my hands away and leans further over me. "Don't get in my way," he warns me. "I've already let you get away with too much tonight. Don't push further."

"Or you'll spank me again?" I can't help the smile pulling on my lips. The spanking earlier had hurt at first, but then it got hotter and hurt more, and the next thing I knew it was like my brain had shot off into the clouds. My body hummed with electricity.

I wouldn't hate going through that again.

"No." His brows pull down tight. "But there are a lot of ways to punish you that you won't like." I know it's supposed to be a warning, but I'm not sure I'm taking it that way.

He yanks my panties down to my ankles, then wiggles them off my feet before throwing them across the room.

My breath catches when his hand rests on my thigh.

"Sergei. I—" My words die as he glides further up my leg, shoving my nightshirt up around my waist.

My face heats and I have to look away. I don't want to see the disappointment in his face when he realizes I'm soft in too many places.

" Ty takoy velikolepnyy ." He grumbles the words and I'm waiting for him to throw the blankets back over me and roll away.

"Open your eyes." He brushes the back of his knuckles over my stomach, down further through the small patch of curls I leave when I shave.

When I open them, I find him staring down at me.

"Open your legs for me." He scoots closer to me, and his hard cock presses against my hip.

"I'm not sure we should… I mean… maybe we should wait."

He fists my curls and pulls.

Tears spring to my eyes, but a liquid heat pools between my thighs at the same time.

"Open your legs for me. Don't make me tell you a third time, or you'll go to sleep unhappy."

Again, a threat I'm not sure I'm taking the right way.

"You're nervous and tense. I want to help you relax and sleep." His voice is softer.

"Oh!" Immediate relief floods me, and I press my knees together tighter. "You don't have to do that. I mean, you can't. I won't. It doesn't work for me."

"You're rambling again." He cocks an eyebrow. "What do you mean it doesn't work?"

I'm going to need sunscreen for my face with all this damn blushing he's making me do. Thankfully, I don't think he can see it with the lights off.

"I mean I can't."

"Are you telling me you've never orgasmed before?"

No. I was wrong, my face can get hotter.

"No, I'm not saying never. I'm saying not when someone else is…" I groan. "I don't want to talk about this. When I'm by myself, yes. But not with someone. So don't worry about me. Let's just go to sleep." I try to get up, but he pushes me back against the pillows.

He stares at me for a long moment in silence. The darkness in his eyes becomes more unsettling as the seconds tick by.

"This is the only time I'm going to talk about other men touching you." Why does he sound so angry? "What sort of men have you been with that you haven't been able to orgasm with them?"

"Sort of men? They were just guys. College guys. Two since college."

"And they didn't care if you found pleasure?" Again, he sounds angry.

"We didn't have a conversation about it. This is actually the most I've talked about it with a man before, and I have to say I'm not liking it. Can we just go to sleep?" I'm too mortified now to do anything but lie here and wallow in my humiliation, but maybe we can at least put this topic away.

"No." The word falls like an anvil. He's not going to let this drop. He presses his hand flat against my stomach and leans closer to me. "I want you to just relax. Don't think about anything other than what my fingers are doing. Yes?"

I stare up into his eyes and nod. "All right."

My insides are tense. If this doesn't work, he's really going to hate me and then he's going to tell me the deal is off and I'm going to be so screwed. And not in the right way.

"You're already thinking too much, stop it," he orders.

"I'm not."

"You are." The left side of his mouth lifts a tiny bit. Not enough to call it a smile, but at least he doesn't look angry anymore. "Just look at me, focus on me, yes?"

"Okay." I take a deep breath.

Slowly, his hand moves between my thighs. Gently, he pushes my legs open.

"You liked when I spanked you earlier," he says just as his fingers glide through my folds. "You enjoyed being bent over my desk and spanked." He slides his fingers to my clit.

Molten arousal pours into my core.

"You liked not being in control. You liked being punished for being a naughty girl," he says.

"I'm not sure that's?—"

"No talking." He puts a finger over my lips. "Just listen. Do what I say. Enjoy my touch." His fingers press together as he rubs over the hood of my clit. My insides tighten as he pushes down, then comes back up.

"You like that." He grins proudly as he beings to rub downward and then in a circle. "Your clit is getting hard." He pulls my nightshirt up the rest of the way, exposing my breasts. I immediately try to cover myself, knowing that all the squishy parts of my body are showing now.

"Move your fucking hands right now." He slaps my pussy hard. The pain makes me snap my knees together, which only seems to exacerbate his irritation.

"Coraline. Now." He pauses all movements until I do as he says. I spread my legs again and move my arms to my sides.

"Good girl," he says, leaning over me and flicking my nipple with his tongue while his hand continues to massage my clit, then down to my pussy opening, then back up. His fingers become slick as my arousal takes over.

He bites down on my nipple as he plunges two fingers into me, and my hips lift off the bed. With a curl to his fingers, he begins to fuck me with them, and a moan escapes.

"Such a good girl, getting your pussy fucked," he mutters against my nipple before biting it once more. My body tightens around his fingers.

He leans back up, moving his second hand to my clit and again begins to massage.

"Oh!" I plant my feet flat on the bed while he continues to fuck me with his fingers, adding a third one.

"Good girl. Focus on my hand. How good it feels to have my fingers fucking you, your clit being played with. Good girl." Every time he says that phrase my body melts a little more.

Good girl.

My hips buck up at his hand.

"Ahh, there it is. That's right, come for me. Be my good girl and come for me." He rubs harder, faster, exactly what I need as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, keeping them curled exactly where they hit the sweetest spot on my body.

My toes curl into the bed, my chest aches from how fast my breath is coming. And it's all barreling down on me, the pressure, so much pressure.

What if it falls away?

What if I fail?

What if I can't?

"Eyes on me!" he snaps as though he can hear my thoughts.

I move my gaze back to his and the second our eyes meet, I'm swimming in the feelings again.

"Be my good girl, Cora." He rubs harder. "Good girl. Such a good girl," he says softly, his eyes never leaving mine while my eyelids flutter.

"Oh! Oh!" I grab at him, holding tight to his forearm as the most intense wave of pleasure crashes over me and whisks me away into a fog of immeasurable joy.

My throat constricts as a scream of unadulterated passion climbs its way out and I'm consumed by it.

Moments tick by before my breathing finally slows, matching the gentle touches he's giving me. He removes his fingers, brings them to his mouth, and sucks the glistening juices from them with a grin.

I groan internally. I screamed like a crazy woman. He must think I'm insane.

He brings his hand to my cheek.

"Seems like everything works just fine." He winks and eases my nightgown back over my chest and down to my waist.

I open my mouth but snap it shut. How do you thank someone for the most mind-blowing orgasm you've ever had?

He pulls the blankets back up over us and lies on his back.

"Go to sleep now, Cora," he says into the darkness.

"Wait. You said something, earlier and then again now, in Russian, what was it?" I ask before I lose the nerve. I'm all soft and comfortable now. When my brain comes down from the orgasmic high he's given me, that might change.

"I said you were gorgeous," he says, turning onto his side and throwing his arm over me again.

"Oh." I blink a few times. I can't remember anyone ever saying that to me before. "Thank you."

He grunts.

"It's not a good thing." He pulls me closer to him. "Go to sleep."

It's not a good thing?

I'm too at ease to push the issue.

This man is a puzzle.

One that I can work on figuring out in the morning.