Up, up, up, uuuuup——
Nik slapped her naked butt, just hard enough for the sting to be agonizingly pleasurable. And then he was pounding into her. She started to pant. Behind her, his balls slapped noisily against the back of her legs. It was an erotic sound, as arousing as hearing the slick slide of his cock in and out of her pussy.
Sliiiiiiiip. Slaaaaaaap.
Pleasure started to build inside Daria’s body, and her breath caught. Oh God, anytime now—-
Uuuuuuuuup——
Nik pushed her down flat on the table so he could deepen his thrusts.
Her eyes rolled back again, but this time it wasn’t enough. “Please,” she gasped. “Harder.”
Nik’s response was to grip her by the hair, and after tightening his hold on her long dark locks, he gave Daria what she wanted. He rammed her with his cock, so hard that the table – all twelve feet of it – moved several inches across the floor. Even so, he didn’t stop, only following her and thrusting into her nonstop.
One hand still holding her hair, Nik bent down, his chest pressing against her back, his cock still sliding in and out of her. She felt him curve his other arm around her body.
Oh God, oh God—-
His fingers brushed the aching nub hidden between her swollen folds. He rubbed it hard as he drove in and out of her sex, the rhythm of his fingers and cock matching each other in pace.
UUUUUUUUUUP—-
She came with a silent scream. Her body jolted at the strength of her orgasm, and even as she saw stars, she heard Nik coming behind her as well, felt him pull out just in time for his seed to shoot all over her bottom. It was hot and creamy, and there seemed so much of it, Nik growling with every spurt of cum shooting out of his cock.
When he released his hold on her hair, Daria slumped against the table tiredly, the feel of Nik’s cum streaming down her legs making her body shudder anew.
She felt Nik pull away and a moment later, she heard him say, “Fix yourself.”
The coldness of his words stunned her, and from the highest of high, Daria found herself spiraling to the lowest of low. Like a rollercoaster. Always, it was a rollercoaster with Nik.
Nik breathed hard as soon as he said the words, which now felt unnecessarily cold. Even so, he couldn’t make himself take them back or even apologize.
Silently, he zipped his pants back up even as his gaze remained on her. His tension grew at Daria’s visibly clumsy movements, and when she turned to him, her skirt down, hair just a little messy from his hold, the first thing he noticed was her eyes.
They were extremely bright again.
“You look like you want to cry.” He said the words without knowing whether he wanted her to admit the truth or not.
Did she? What they just did was only starting to dawn on her. She and Nik had just...fucked. The realization made her want to curl up in a ball, but she told herself she couldn’t give up just like that.
They might be fucking now, but if she was just patient, if she just kept working hard at showing Nik she truly loved him, it would change. It had to.
Out loud, she managed to quip with a smile, “They’re tears of joy for, umm, making me come.”
Nik didn’t answer, and if anything, his tension became even more palpable.
Her smile wobbled. What if he was thinking of putting a stop to this? What if he was about to change his mind? “Is something wrong?” she blurted out. Before she could stop herself, her mouth ran past her brain and she heard herself ask, “D-did you have a fight with Miranda or something?”
She expected him to say yes or prevaricate, but instead she saw Nik’s upper lip curl. “Miranda and I never fight.”
Oh. It was harder to smile now. Damn her for being so damn perfect.
The play of emotions on Daria’s face told Nik that his words had hit its mark. And it was the truth. He and Miranda had never fought. It was impressive, considering the number of years they had known each other. But it also made him uneasy, projecting a future with Miranda that seemed frighteningly...boring.
He shouldn’t even be making comparisons, Nik thought tersely. Boring or not, marriage shouldn’t even cross his mind where Daria was concerned.
His brooding gaze returned to Daria, and he said harshly, “I won’t be able to see you on Friday.” It was a snap decision, one made by the realization that he needed to spend more time away from Daria and think things through. Today was just her first day as his mistress, and this early, she was already disrupting his well-planned life. She was making him think of things he wasn’t supposed to think, feel things that he had no business feeling about her.