His fingers were moving roughly against me now, and I could hear the wet, squelching sound my pussy made every time he pushed his fingers in all the way.
He curved his fingers upward.
I came with a shout.
Nikolay praised me as if I had done more than just lie there while he fingered me. I didn’t care because every time he called me his good girl for coming, I couldn’t help the tremors that worked up my body.
My orgasm seemed to go on and on.
I was only vaguely aware of him pulling out of me as he made his way down my legs. He grabbed my left foot and kissed the ankle, and that was when I noticed something around it.
I watched him through hooded eyes. How could I not have noticed it before?
He must have put it on me when I was still asleep.
Around my ankle was a thin gold chain connected by a small gold rectangle.
I shot him a questioning look.
“A present,” he said with a smile. “My ownership of you.” He kissed his way up my body until he finally settled between my legs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it off to one side to give him better access to my neck. He nibbled on the skin there. “Promise me you won’t ever take it off.”
I should be offended that he practically told me he’d “collared” me, for all intents and purposes.
“I promise,” I said softly.
Something odd passed over his eyes before he finally smiled at me again. “Good girl. Now, go get ready. Wear something pretty. And I brought you some girly shit. It’s in the bathroom.”
One eyebrow rose as I looked at him in amusement. “Girly shit?”
A slight flush overtook his face, and I took him in, completely fascinated. “Makeup and shit.”
“Oh,” I said with a smile. I had a feeling Nikolay wouldn’t like me to call him out on the blush, but I thought he looked adorable right now. “Thank you.”
“Whatever. Be quick, baby, before I change my mind about taking you out tonight and instead make good use of the handcuffs Mikki brought. Hell, in fact, that sounds like a good idea.”
He made a move to grab the handcuffs, but I pushed him off me, laughing a little. “Nikolay.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. But I’m telling you right now, whatever the fuck happens tonight, it won’t be as fun as what I was planning on doing to you with those handcuffs.”
I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing. He quickly climbed off the bed and adjusted himself in the most obscene way.
My eyes moved down to his crotch area. His jeans were tenting. I swallowed.
Damien was definitely the biggest of the three, but Nikolay was thick in a way that hit all the right spots.
He had only fucked me twice, but I—
I shivered, just remembering it, remembering the rough way he liked to play. He shot me a knowing look with a satisfied smile before walking out of the room. I stayed in bed for a moment, watching the space he had just vacated before I slowly climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. As Nikolay said, there was girly shit sitting on the counter. Expensive brands of makeup I had heard of but never owned.
Father never liked it when I wore a lot of makeup. He claimed it made me look like a whore—like my mom.
I shook away his words and went back to the task at hand.
It was nice that Nikolay brought me all this, but seeing them on the counter left me feeling overwhelmed.
I didn’t know how to do makeup, save for simple techniques to make myself look presentable.
I picked up some powdered stuff. Did this go on my eyes or my cheeks?