Defiled Forever (5 page)

Fifteen

I turn and trot up stairs to undress and wash my face. Tying my hair in a ponytail I scrub until I am make up free and brush my teeth. When I exit the bathroom, the bedroom is softly lit with music playing quietly. I see Nikolai, in his boxers
has
not only hung up his suit, but my carelessly tossed dress and shoes as well. My eyes go to the MP3 player docked in my speaker and I realize it isn’t mine. We are listening to Nikolai’s music. He bends and kisses my forehead before going into the bathroom. I turn down the bed and sit to listen to his music for a few minutes.

When Nikolai comes out of the bathroom he is sniffing and pinching his nose so I ask “
Ambien
?”

“Fuck no. No sleep tonight baby. In fact I want you to do one little bump with me. We are going someplace I’ve never taken you before.”

I thrill at his words and the thoughts of what he could possibly have in mind but I will be true to myself and I will never do coke or any drug to please him and I am disappointed he asked.

“No.” I say.

“Let’s get you tipsy on alcohol then. I want you to enjoy this and I want you relaxed.” He says.

“Ok.
Champagne or wine?”
I ask.

“I’ll be back in a second.” And he takes off downstairs.

In no time at all he returns with a cold bottle of
Clicquot
champagne from my refrigerator in an ice bucket along with two glasses.

“Remind me to replace your old man’s booze before he gets home.”

“Don’t worry about it. This is LA and I am his twenty year old daughter. He expects me and my friends to steal his liquor.”

Nikolai laughs at that and pours a full glass for both of us.

“You’ll be twenty one soon. Legal.” He smiles and shakes his head like he can’t believe it.

“You know my
birthdate
?”

“Of course Princess.
I know everything.”

“I am Princess when I am the girl you kidnapped.” I say.

He thinks on that and raises a questioning eyebrow.

“I can tell when you see me as that girl.
Your
kidnapping victim when you call me Princess. You almost say it with the same sneer you used then.” I explain.

“I am sweetheart when you warn me. And Baby or sweet little names in Russian when you are
loving
me.” I further explain.

He concentrates on this for a minute.

“Huh. Fair enough.
Baby.”
And he kisses me before going to the little white packets and lining up at least six lines on the hated mirror he uses.

That is three times the amount I have ever seen him use before and I pray he isn’t planning on forcing me to take some.

He bends and quickly snorts up two lines before sitting on the side of the bed.

“Come here.” He says and his face takes on the darkened flush he gets when he is lost in a sexual haze.

I am still concerned about the coke, but I am feverish with excitement already as I walk to where he sits.

“Drop to your knees.”

I do as he asks. I know what he wants, but I don’t do it. I just look up at him from my spot on the floor.

“Put your hands on my thighs.” He wants to play the same game I am playing. I do as he tells me.

“Take my cock out.” I do it, sliding his shorts off completely.

“Hands back on my thighs.”
I do it.

“Wet your lips with your tongue.” I do it.

“Put your hand at the base of my cock.” I do it. And he is huge and hard and
veiny
. My hand won’t close around him all the way.

“Wet your lips again.” I do it and there is a fat drop of come on the tip that I am dying to taste, but I do nothing other than what he tells me.

“Taste it.” I do it.
Just a lick at the drop of come.

He bends down and kisses me like he needs to taste his come in my mouth. I am on fire now.

“Suck my cock.” I do it.

He pulls out my ponytail band and tosses it away and my hair is pulled tight and wrapped around his fist. He lays back more and seems to love it when I gag on him.

“That’s it Baby.
This mouth.
Ahhh
God Baby.
You got me. Fuck baby I’m coming already.
Baby.”

And he comes all the way down in my throat. I make sure I take every drop. He is lying back on his elbows catching his breath as I kiss my way up his thighs to his stomach, his neck and his lips where he takes our kiss much deeper.

He pulls me up onto the bed and removes the bra and panties I am still wearing. He attacks my breasts with his mouth. Kissing them, licking them, sucking and finally biting. He doesn’t just pay attention to my nipples he is sucking my entire breast. I know he is marking me. His hands, as always are a little too rough.
Squeezing too tight.
And I only want more.

His hand finds my most sensitive spot and swirls and rubs while his mouth never leaves my breasts.

I come apart trying to pull his hand away, and he lets up. He
raises
up but first places his finger in my mouth for me to suck my own taste off. I am still holding onto his wrist like I am afraid he will return his hand to me again

Nikolai
raises
up off the bed and pours us more champagne. He stands over me and tells me to drink the entire glass. I do and he quickly pours me another and hands it to me.

He sets the bottle back down in the ice and brings the little mirror with the four remaining lines on it and sits beside me. He turns to me and asks “You sure you won’t do a tiny bump?”

“Positive.” And I swallow my champagne in one long gulp.

He snorts just one line but that makes a total of three since we’ve been in this room tonight.

He replaces the mirror on the table closest to his side of the bed and walks to his garment bag.

He removes two of his gorgeous neck ties and turns to me with the look that is pure evil.

I tingle with excitement. I didn’t read Fifty Shades but I was a senior in high school the year it was number one and it was the most popular contraband of all the girls in my private high school. I’ve heard every detail over and over. I never thought of myself wanting to do any of those things, but with Nikolai, I can’t wait.

“I’m going to bind your hands
krasavitsa
”
he says as he is placing my hands together in front of me.

We are holding eye contact the entire time he is knotting the tie.

“Remember that first night when you were bound to my bed?” He asks as he looks at me with my hands tied and seems pleased with this image.

“I remember.” I say barely above a whisper. I’m not sure if I am more excited than afraid now that he has reminded me of that other Nikolai.

Taking the other tie, he secures my tied wrists to the headboard, stretching me out with my arms above me.

“Next time we play, I will be sure to have some duct tape and rope.” He smiles and it is like Christmas morning.

He looks at my body for so long it has gotten uncomfortable for me.

“Niko.”
I whimper and he swats the side of my thigh none too softly.

“Ouch!” I am so shocked at his action. He bends to rub and then kiss the place he slapped. He is in a zone and I can only wait for what is next. He opens my folds and looks at my most intimate place like he is studying it and memorizing every centimeter of me.

He rubs my legs, my stomach, my breasts, my chest, my shoulders, my clavicle, and pauses a minute longer on the indention at the hollow of my throat.

“The Lake of Tears.” he says. “Did you know that is what they call this spot?”

I shake my head no and he says “This is my favorite spot on your beautiful body. I have marked it again.” And as his hands roam down over my breasts, he says “I have marked you everywhere. You’re mine.”

He seems mesmerized. Like I said before, he is in a zone.

Rolling me onto my stomach, and adjusting my arms more comfortably.
He begins the perusal of the back of my body. Starting at my shoulders and working his way down.

“This skin.
It’s like nothing I have ever seen or felt.
So
fair
, so perfect.
Flawless skin.”

“I don’t want you to move at all.
No matter what.
You don’t move.” He says and his voice is so deep and gravelly I can feel it inside of me. I think he has bought me into the zone with him.

He leaves the bed and gets a few things out of his little
bag,
I am unable to see what it is.

He changes the music on the IPod to a thumping kind of primitive kind of dark music.

“Turn your head the other direction and look at the wall.”

I do.

He lays his hand against my head and pushes it into the mattress a little bit before running his hand down my back to my bottom where he begins to rub circles around and around with his calloused rough hands.

“Don’t move
krasavitsa
.
Stay still for me. Good girl.” And smack! He spanks me four times switching cheeks with each slap. He goes back to rubbing circles and soothing the area. It stings and I don’t know why I stay quiet other than to whimper a little. I don’t complain.

He busies himself with something he bought from the little bag and I want to know what is happening so badly. Just as I start to lift my head to turn and look he is over my body again and pressing my face down onto the mattress again.

He soothes my sore bottom with his hands again and even bends to kiss it. I feel something light on me where my back dips in to meet the fullness of my ass. I don’t know what it can be. I don’t feel threatened by it. Curiosity is killing me when I feel a light scraping. I realize he has put cocaine on me and the scraping is him making a line of it with the credit card. He bends and takes a long snort and follows it with a lick of his warm wet tongue.

He coughs a little and clears his throat a few times before returning to kiss and lick me everywhere. He spreads my cheeks and continues to kiss and lick and love me everywhere. I never could have imagined that this was a sexual thing. This cannot be me. I am in the zone with him and I feel like I am watching us from above as he gets deeper and more and more intimate. I should be dying of embarrassment, but I am getting higher and higher. I feel like I am floating up off the bed. While he is kissing and licking me in an impossible area his fingers seek out my bundle of nerves. He dips them inside of me to spread my juices everywhere. He rams his tongue where it should never be at the same time he pinches my wet clit and I come with a scream.

Before I actual come down from my climax, I feel a wet warm lubrication being applied to my backside. I hear the sound of him applying it to himself and masturbating. This is happening. Not only am I going to allow this to happen, he makes me kind of want it to happen.

“
Shhh
baby.
I’ve got you. I want all of you. Just relax.” He coos with a thick accent.

He enters me only partially and I cry out.

“No Nikolai. No!”