Though she had wanted this, she couldn’t help her childish reaction to mewl and squirm and try to get away. But Nikolai held her down in his iron grip and kept spanking her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
On both sides now, until her entire bottom was throbbing and red.
He paused to lightly massage her swollen bottom.
His hand was so warm and soothing. Nothing had ever felt as good as that moment of respite from the spanking.
But then, he was raising up his hand again and bringing it crashing back down.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He stopped to massage her once more.
She could feel his cock, throbbing hard underneath of her.
And similarly, when Nikolai allowed his hand to drift down to her pussy, his fingers came away dripping wet.
He had this need in him—to dominate her and take possession of her entirely.
To her surprise, Nadia found that her body craved exactly the same thing. It wanted to be used. It wanted to be taken with force. She had never suspected it about herself—but her response was undeniable.
Nikolai positioned her on the bed, kneeling, facing away from him. He stood behind her and stripped off his clothes. He lined himself up with her, entering her roughly.
God, the pleasure of that first thrust! Her every nerve was tense with anticipation from the spanking, the massaging, and the exquisite feeling of his fingers sliding between her pussy lips. Her knees trembled under her. When he slid himself all the way inside of her, she cried out and squeezed the sheets into knots in her hands.
Nikolai gripped her hips between his hands as he thrust into her over and over. She was face down on the bed, blind to any sensation but Nikolai’s ruthless strength and aggression, unleashed on her body.
He flipped her over onto her back and stepped away from her for a moment. He was taking a bag out from under the bed—a leather satchel. He opened the top, and she saw that it was full of whips, handcuffs, ropes, and things she couldn’t even name.
Nikolai pulled out the handcuffs first.
“Do you trust me?” he said.
Nadia nodded.
He raised her wrists over her head and closed the manacles around her wrists, cinching them tight. Then, with a leather strap, he fastened her wrists to the headboard of the bed.
Moving down to her feet, he closed another pair of handcuffs around each ankle. Spreading her legs apart, he fastened each ankle to the corner of the bed.
Her utter helplessness should have been terrifying. She had never thought that she’d allow someone to tie her up, especially not in such a vulnerable position. She was pinned down on the bed like a specimen, ready for dissection.
She could see Nikolai examining her bare flesh, his expression dark and calculating. He knew he could do whatever he wanted to her. And he was planning what he should do first.
He trailed his fingertips lightly down her bare breast, making the nipple stand at attention. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the ball of his thumb across her nipple.
Nadia moaned and squirmed. Her wrists pulled sharply against the restraints. Her range of motion was so limited that she could only shift an inch or two in any direction.
Nikolai trailed his hand down her stomach, over her hipbone, to her cunt. He lightly teased the little nub of her clit, so swollen that it was peeking out from between her pussy lips.
Nadia moaned again and tried to grind her hips against his hand, but it was impossible. She couldn’t increase the teasing pressure, no matter how desperately she tried.
“You want more?” Nikolai asked.
“Yes!” she begged.
“Show me how much you want it.”
