by Apryl Baker
“Butterfly.”
Nikolas regarded her curiously. “That is the first girly thing I’ve ever really heard you mention.”
“I am a girl.” The sarcasm wasn’t lost on him. She shifted and he hissed. Her eyes widened when she felt him through the sheer lace of her panties. Flutters started in her stomach, but that sense of everything closing in on her came back. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly in and out.
“Are you good?” he asked.
“I…I don’t know,” she answered honestly.
“If it gets to be too much, Milaya, just say your safe word and I’ll stop. Promise.”
She nodded. Nikoli had never lied to her. He would stop if she asked him to. The real question was, would she ask him to?
“Good girl.” He smiled and moved his other hand to small of her back. Then he moved both hands up and around her shoulders. Lily’s fear was fast receding, replaced by a completely new fear. The fear she wouldn’t say stop. His fingers felt like a trail of fire as they danced their way up her neck, to bury themselves in her hair. He pulled her toward him, his lips settling over hers. Nikoli wasn’t gentle with his kiss. It was hard and demanding. Lily shuddered, her arms coming up to cradle his neck, her fingers tugging at his hair. She felt his groan go through her, causing another full body shudder.
His lips moved from hers, his kisses going across her cheek, then her jawbone, along her throat. He stopped to nibble at the pulse point, and she moaned softly, her fingernails digging into his hair. He continued his lip torture while his hands came to rest on her shoulders, pulling the lacy concoction that couldn’t really even be called a dress aside, letting it slide down her arms, over her breasts, to settle around her waist.
Nikoli pulled back and looked at her through heavily-lidded eyes. “Beautiful.” He’d been thinking of this all night, and now that it was here, he wasn’t going to rush it. She sat on his lap in her black lacy underwear, her dress bunched around her waist, her arms trapped within the sleeves. Magnificent was more the word he should have used. She was truly magnificent.
He let his fingers roam over every silky inch of flesh he’d revealed. She shivered, a whimper escaping from her, and his nostrils flared. He’d never wanted anything more in his life than to flip her over and thrust into all that wet heat. He pushed those thoughts aside. He’d be inside of her soon enough. Right now was about getting her used to the feel of his skin against hers.
Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Nikoli watched her. She was nervous, but her eyes were locked on his chest as he revealed his bare skin with each button he undid. He pulled the shirt off, tossing it aside. He gave her a moment before he leaned back and then tugged her forward until she landed against his chest, her breasts pressed tight against him. He could feel her pebbled nipples and closed his eyes. God, this felt so good. Too good. His arms wrapped around her and she relaxed, her head tucked under his chin. Lily’s warm breath ghosted over his naked flesh, and he suppressed the groan that was building.
She fit him perfectly. Her little purr of contentment made him smile. She trusted him. It was a truth Nikoli was proud of. She knew he would never hurt her. He wanted to see just how far that trust went.
“Lily?”
“Hmm?”
“Time to go to bed.”
He felt her entire body tense up, and he laughed. “Shush, now, Milaya. I don’t mean what you think I mean. I just want to touch you. That’s all.”
“That’s all?”
“I promise.”
“Okay.”
A smile spread across his face, and a feeling of sheer happiness overwhelmed him. He didn’t let it bother him. Instead, he sat back up, helping Lily to swing around. He stood up, Lily in his arms, and walked the short distance to his bedroom.
The brand new king sized bed dominated the room. Her gaze shot to the bed, and he squeezed her hand, reassuring her. “It’s okay, Milaya, you’re safe with me. You know that.”
He left the door open so her panic level would stay down. Kicking off his own shoes, he set her on her feet by the bed.
The dress fell and pooled around her feet. “Stay still.”
He went to his closet and found the scarves he was looking for. They were thick, soft, and very sturdy. He took them back out and leaned in close to her ear. “I’m going to blindfold you, Milaya. You enjoy that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, a shudder going through her.
He smiled and covered her eyes, tying the scarf tightly so it wouldn’t slip. Now that she couldn’t see the open lust on his face, she was calmer. “On the bed, Milaya.” Gently, he pushed her backward until her knees hit the mattress. She fell back and lay there, her breathing a little erratic. Nikoli picked her legs up and said, “Go, on, lay back on the bed, baby.” She scooted and twisted, pulling her legs free from his hands.
The rigid way she held her body made him laugh softly, and he watched her mouth turn down in a frown. “It’s not nice to laugh when I’m scared.”
“There’s no reason to be afraid, Lily,” he said. “I’m only going to touch you. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“That’s all?” she questioned, nervous.
“That’s all. Now give me your hands.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“Do you trust me, Lily Bells?”
“Yes.”
“Then give me your hands.”
Lily lay frozen, her mind whirling with a hundred different thoughts. He was going to tie her hands up. She knew it. She didn’t want him to, but she did. Why did he want to tie her hands? So she couldn’t run from him, her mind whispered to her. She thought about getting up and running now, but her skin felt like it was on fire, and all she wanted was to feel his hands on her. Since he’d told her he was going to touch her, her mind seemed to fixate on the image, her skin already craving the touch of his hands.
Could she do this? Could she let him tie her up, give up all the control she had to him? Did she trust him, he’d asked her. Her reply had been instant. Yes, she did. She trusted him. As much as she did Adam, maybe more. He’d never hurt her, he’d never pushed her too far. He’d been gentle and kind. And she loved him. She could do this. She could. Maybe.
She lifted her hands, and he crooned something nonsensical to her. She felt a soft material wrap around her wrists until they were bound. Nikoli tugged on the knots to make sure they were secure, and then lifted her hands up and fastened them to the headboard. He tugged once more, and she pulled at the bonds as well. They were tight. She wasn’t getting out of them anytime soon.
Nikoli moved away from the bed, and Lily lay there, her anxiety growing with every second. What was wrong with her? Why had she let him do this? She couldn’t handle this, and she started to twist her hands, tugging hard, needing to be free. The panic rose fast and fierce, and she started yanking harder. She needed out, she needed free. She couldn’t do this.
“Shhh, Milaya.” Nikoli’s hand covered both of hers. “You’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you. You know this. Just breathe, sweetheart. Breathe and relax.” His fingers started rubbing slow circles over her hands, and oddly, her body did start to calm down. Not her mind, but her body began to unwind, to melt into his touch like it always did.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered, and she felt the bed give where he sat down, his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze before moving away. “It’s okay, baby. We’re going to take this slow. Just relax.”
The sounds of Blue Foundation’s “Eyes on Fire” filled the room, and Lily focused on it and the thud of her own erratic heartbeat. She took deep breaths and just listened the sultry sounds of the hypnotic song. His touch began to chase away her panic, and she sighed. His fingers ghosted up the length of her arm and back down again, like a flame trailing sparks behind it. He ran his fingers down her other arm and then back up. When he came down again, she felt him. His fingertips were against her skin, and she shivered where they touched her.
He trailed his hand down her s
ide, ghosted over her ribs, over her hips, and she jerked, not expecting the flare of desire that sparked inside. He continued his slow exploration down her leg and then back up along the inside of her thigh. Her breath caught when his fingers glided up over the lace of her underwear, pressing down slightly right where her clitoris was, and she whimpered. His fingers ran up to her abdomen where he splayed his hand flat against the muscles of her belly. His hand traced over her stomach, up and down, across and down again. His touch sent hot shivers running through every inch of her body, and she cried out when his hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he whispered against her fevered skin. “Just relax, baby, just relax and feel.”
His mouth closed over one nipple, and Lily nearly came off the bed. If it hadn’t been for the bonds holding her to it, she would have. His mouth suckled at the tortured nipple through the lace, the material growing damp. Fire flashed through Lily and she cried out again. The sensation made a blazing hot trail straight to her clitoris. The little nub of bundled nerves began to ache and throb. The harder Nikoli sucked on her nipple, the more she ached. He didn’t even have to touch her there for the fire to build. She moved restlessly, squeezing her legs together tightly, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.
Nikoli let her nipple slip from his mouth, and she cried out, not in relief, but in something like pain. Her body throbbed, and she shifted. He stood up and she heard a rustling sound, but it didn’t register. Her entire being was focused on the sensations in her body and the sound of the music.
“Lily, I’m going to cover your body, baby. You’re going to feel my skin against yours.” Nikoli’s voice was almost hoarse, but she paid it no heed. She felt the bed dip again, felt his hand spread her legs, and she whimpered, trying to close them, but he wouldn’t let her. He wouldn’t let her hide from him. He pushed her thighs wide and settled himself between them. She felt his skin touching hers, the heat seeping into her flesh, her bones. His body swallowed hers, he was so much bigger. “There’s my girl,” he said, his voice a purr. “Are you good?”
Lily’s entire body tensed up at the unfamiliarity of him. He stayed perfectly still, giving her time to adjust to the feel of him. She took deep, steadying breaths, the panic there, but not as severe as before. She forced herself to relax, to let the heat seeping off of him soothe her frazzled nerves. The sound of his voice whispering in her ear helped as well. Her body began to relax, to become loose and boneless at just the feel of him. She sighed, a low sigh not of fear, but of…something, something she didn’t have a name for.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her ear, and she whimpered when she felt his tongue trace her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. That same fire from earlier began to snake its way down her body, settling at the junction between her thighs. She moaned when his teeth bit into the soft flesh ever so slightly. His lips left her ear alone and worked their way down her throat, nuzzling, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin. She let out a sound even she didn’t recognize when his teeth scraped against the pulse point on her neck.
“I thought you said you were only going to touch.” She gasped when he started to lick his way back up her neck, over her jawline, and across her bottom lip.
“I never said exactly what I’d touch you with, now did I, Milaya?” His voice was soft and dark, like a deep, rich chocolate you indulged in late at night. You knew it was bad for you, but you wanted it anyway. That was how she felt about Nikoli. “I’m touching you with my hands, my mouth, my tongue, my teeth.”
His lips settled over hers, and she couldn’t stop the sigh of relief. She’d gotten used to him kissing her over the last few months. She loved the feel of his lips, the way they slid across hers, sucking at her bottom lip. This time was different, though. She felt his kiss like a caress that wrapped around her entire body. Blindfolded, tied, and unable to move, the sounds of the rich, hypnotic song seemed to enhance each touch, each stroke, and each small movement of his skin against hers. She’d never felt anything like it, and despite being terrified of the strange sensations, she refused to give in to her fear. She wasn’t the same girl she’d been two months ago.
His tongue invaded her mouth and she moaned, her tongue curving around his, dueling as he deepened his kiss, shifting so he fit more snugly against her. Lily could feel the hard length of him pressed tightly against her, and she instinctively arched her hips upward. Nikoli let out a low, ragged moan and tore his lips from hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. His tongue swiped against the soft skin, and she groaned.
Nikoli forced himself to stop, to calm down. She trusted him enough to let him tie her up and to blindfold her. Trusted him to take care of her and not frighten her. He wouldn’t take advantage of that trust. At least not tonight. He’d go to bed with blue balls again, tonight and every night. Miami…well, that might be an entirely different scenario.
He pushed himself up until he was sitting on his knees between her spread legs and simply stared at her, not making a sound. He could hear her breathing, knew she was wondering what he was doing or what he was going to do. A small smile spread across his face as he thought about that. She had to be so nervous, and yet she lay there, waiting. Waiting for his touch, his taste. Simply his.
His.
She was his, and there was no denying that anymore. No matter what happened in the next while, for right now, she was his. He wasn’t going to make it another three weeks, the end of their three month bet. His body couldn’t handle it. He was going to seduce her soon. Truthfully, if he pushed, he could take her now, but he wouldn’t. He wanted her to be completely and utterly lost to his touch, no thoughts but the feelings running through her body.
She moved restlessly, and he refocused on her instead of his thoughts. He laid his hands flat against the insides of her thighs and rubbed them up and down the silkiness of her skin. She always felt so damn soft, like a balm to his callused hands. She let out a low whine, and he increased the pressure, the gentle massage becoming a deeper one. Each time he went up, he got closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, and she shivered every time.
He let one hand slide up her hip and then trace the top of the bit of lace that had been driving him crazy since he’d seen it on her. His hand worked its way down, his index finger pushing down, forcing the fabric between her folds. He loved the sound of her voice as she cried out, loved the wet material that told him how ready she was. He pressed down and rubbed hard circles around her clit.
“Do you like that, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse. God, he needed relief soon or he was going to hurt all night.
“Yesss,” she gasped, her hips pushing up.
Nikoli smiled. The look of desire and lust on her face was enough to almost push him over the edge. He pushed the lace aside and slipped his fingers into her folds. God, she was wet, so wet. Her soft cries when he touched her swollen clit had him putting his own hand down his underwear, and he stroked himself as he stroked the girl bound to the bed, writhing under his touch, spread wide across his thighs.
His thumb switched places with his index finger and he slid a single finger inside her, and a low guttural sound was ripped from her. Fuck, she was so tight. He closed his eyes and thought of sliding inside all that tight heat, her walls surrounding him, holding him in their velvety depths. He groaned and let out a cry of his own.
Her hips were thrusting up, and he made himself focus. If she was a virgin, he would hurt her. It would be so easy to get carried away and push his finger in too deep. She was close. Her thighs were tense, trembling. She was thrashing, moaning.
“Nikoli…I…what…”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” he soothed, pushing two fingers inside of her. “Don’t fight this. Just relax and let it happen. Easy, baby, just let go.”
He gripped his cock and stroked hard and fast, his fingers stroking Lily in time to the hand on his cock. He was close himself. God, it felt good, and he wasn’t even inside her.
His fingers pressed harder against her clit, he scraped the inside of her walls, and he felt her tense, felt the climax swell inside her, and then he felt it give way, the rush of fluid coating his fingers as Lily screamed and bucked beneath his hand. Nikoli groaned and felt his own climax hit him hard. He cried out her name and fell forward, landing on top of her. It took him a moment to get his breathing under control, but even then he didn’t move. He let her take his weight and reveled in the knowledge he’d made her scream his name. Not Boy Wonder’s, but his name.
Lily could barely catch her breath at the rush of sensations that had just torn through her. Never in her life had she felt anything like that. She still ached a little, but his fingers were still buried inside her. She’d heard him yell out her name, and she loved it. Despite the fact he was too heavy and made breathing difficult, she refused to ask him to move. This felt good, it felt right, and she didn’t want to lose this feeling yet. Didn’t want to lose Nikoli, even though she knew she was going to lose him soon enough.
When Nikoli finally shifted and lifted himself up, Lily dreaded what was coming. He pulled his hand free of her panties, and she whimpered a little. The flesh was still swollen and sensitive. He untied the scarf that served as a blindfold, but she kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to see what was in his eyes. If it was gloating, she couldn’t bear it.
“Open your eyes, Lily.”
She groaned, but did as he asked. His black eyes were hooded and sleepy, but there was no sign of gloating.
“Are you okay, Milaya?” he asked, reaching up to untie her hands. He took them in his and rubbed her wrists gently, first one and then the other.
She nodded, not trusting her voice. He was being so gentle, so kind. How could she not love this man? Not the manwhore everyone else knew, but Nikoli, the man no one else ever really saw. How was she going to survive it when he left?
He pulled her up into a sitting position so she faced him. He cupped her face and leaned in to give her the softest, gentlest kiss he’d ever given her. Lily melted into the kiss. It was so sweet. He had never kissed her like this before, and she savored the feel of it.
