Charlie
Nikolai wastesno time once we’re alone in his bedroom. He kicks the door shut and shucks out of his suit jacket. I back up from him, uncertain of his intentions. He’s a man on a mission, and I’m pretty sure I’m the mission.
“Take off your shoes, Charlotte,” he orders while loosening his tie and ripping it over his head.
I kick off the heels; relief immediately floods my feet. I’m not cut out for heels. I’m more of a flats and gym shoe kind of gal.
“The dress. Take it off.” His shirt is gone, and now he’s working on his belt.
“Maybe take a minute.” I reach behind to unzip the dress.
“I don’t need a minute, Charlotte. What I need is for you to listen to me. Take off the dress so I don’t have to rip it off you.” He steps toward me, completely nude. His cock, thick and heavy, hangs against his thigh.
I manage to get the zipper down and shove the dress down over my hips. I should hang it up, but he’s already on me, running his hands up and down my bare arms. Looking into his eyes, I can see the tension, the desire burning hot, and if this were a month ago, I’d be shaking with terror. But this is Nikolai, and no matter how rough he makes this, he’s not going to hurt me.
“Open the top drawer of your nightstand and get the small bottle of lubricant. Bring it to me.” He turns me halfway and smacks my ass hard. I jump forward a step.
“Why?”
“Because.” It’s the only answer I’m going to get. When he’s like this, dark and fierce, he won’t give me an inch. It’s in these moments I think I like him best. I push him and he won’t fall over. He won’t crumble, no matter how hard I shove. He’s like an immovable wall that I can lean on and never worry that I’ll be dropped.
I retrieve the small bottle of lubricant and bring it back to him.
“I’m going to fuck your ass tonight, Charlotte,” he informs me as though he just told me he’s making steak for dinner.
My eyes widen and my mouth dries.
“You’re going to be a very, very good girl for me and let me make it good for you. Because if you don’t…” He works the plastic seal over the bottle off. “If you don’t, you’re going to be a very sorry girl.”
I swallow hard, my eyes fixated on his fingers working the cap open on the lubricant.
He lifts his eyes to mine.
Tingles zip down my spine.
“Am I clear?”
I nod. “Yes, Nikolai. I understand.”
The left side of his mouth hitches up. “Good, now get on the bed, ass in the air. I want to make sure you’re nice and wet before I shove my cock in you.”
I realize I’m still wearing the necklace and I reach back to take it off, but his glare cuts my actions off.
“Leave it on.”
Climbing onto the bed, I don’t even try to be graceful. At this point between us, he’s aware I have no grace. I am what I am. And he’s never tried to change that.
“On your hands and knees like a good girl and reach back to spread your ass cheeks apart.” He squeezes the bottle until a bead of the lubricant appears and he wipes it onto the tip of his middle finger. My body clenches, but worse, my sex aches.
Once I’m in position, I glance over my shoulder at him to find him waiting for my further compliance. His expression is controlled.
I have to balance myself with one hand, so I don’t fall on my face, so I can only use one to pull my ass open for him. The entire act makes my face hot. I can only imagine how silly I must look.
“Good girl.” His words wrap around me like silk. The next moment, his finger rubs against my puckered asshole. I tense, clamping all my muscles down as he rubs the lubricant over my asshole.
“Soften your muscles, Charlotte,” he orders in the same smooth voice. “The harder you fight me, the more this will hurt, and I don’t want it to hurt any more than it has to.”
“It has to hurt?” I ask before I can stop myself.