The Obsession

Mira stood abruptly and dropped the pearls on the dresser as if they’d bitten her.

“I was just…” She shook her head, at a loss for words. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t going to steal them.”

Nicholai Bach walked into his mother’s room and directly up to the girl who he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off for the entire night.

That had never happened to him before, and for that reason, he kept following her, trying to figure her out. Now, there she was, right in front of him.

“That’s a likely story now that you’ve gotten caught.” He pushed his hands into his slacks to avoid reaching out and strangling her for her audacity.

“Those are my mother’s pearls,” he told her, his voice harsh. “She died a few months ago, and I’ve left everything in here exactly as she left it. And now, here you are with your sticky fingers.”

Mira shook her head, her eyes widening. This was Nicholai Bach!

“No, no, no, it’s not like that!” she rushed out.

“I’m calling the police.” He reached for his cell phone.

“No! Please don’t!” Mira grabbed his arm, her eyes pleading with him.

“I promise I’ll do anything. Just please don’t call the police.”

She couldn’t go to jail. Jahan would have no one. The thought almost killed her.

Nicholai looked into her desperate eyes and offered her a bargain he would never have considered if she hadn’t affected him so deeply.

“Have sex with me,” he said bluntly, letting the words echo through the room.

He watched her lips part as shock registered across her face.

Out of all the things Mira thought he would suggest, that one had not crossed her mind. It should have. Kaley had said that he was notoriously wealthy. Of course, he’d have an ego and be a major asshole.

“I can’t do that,” she whispered bleakly, still holding his forearm.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive. The guy was sex personified. In any other circumstances, she would jump his bones in a heartbeat, but not like this.

He unlocked his phone.

“Fine. I’m calling the police.”

“Okay, okay!” She tried to reach for the phone, but Nicholai was at least a foot taller than her and held it out of reach.

“What was that?”

He watched as she bowed her head and made a bargain with the Devil.

“I’ll do it, then. I’ll sleep with you.”

He tried to contain the triumph that coursed through his veins. She might think he was a bastard, but he didn’t care.

The feeling this mere slip of a girl was evoking from him was unsettling, and he needed to get her out of his system. If this was the only way, so be it.

“Come with me.” He took her hand and led her from the room.

“Wait, don’t you have to get back to the party?” she asked, panicking that it was going to happen at that very moment and there was no escaping him.

Nicholai continued to drag her down the corridor.

“It’s my house and my party; I can do whatever the hell I want.”

He pulled her into what looked like a guest room containing a large queen-sized bed.

He locked the door with an audible click and took off his jacket, throwing it to the side.

“Take your clothes off and lie back against the headboard.”

She couldn’t believe what was happening. One minute she was innocently looking at some paintings, and now this.

“I’m waiting.”

That deep drawl made her shiver. Despite the situation they were in, she knew her body wanted to obey. Besides, this is what she got for being so damn nosy.

Mira reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled the tight material over her head, baring her full breasts clad in a nude demi lace bra.

She watched as his lips parted and his breathing grew uneven.

She reached for the snap of her jeans, unbuttoning them and then sliding the zipper down, the sound loud in the quiet of the room.

She swallowed when she shimmied out of the jeans and her lace thong at the same time.

Nicholai watched as she revealed her body to him.

She was exquisite, from her tiny waist and flared hips to the thin patch of curls between her legs. Despite her protests, he could see how damp she was, which just added fuel to the fire inside him.

She turned her back to him, giving him a view of her rounded ass and dimpled cheeks, before following his instructions by sitting up against the headboard.

“Part your legs for me. Wider,” he instructed when she hesitated.

Mira spread her legs obscenely wide, and her breathing grew labored. Nicholai’s eyes locked onto her pussy, which she knew was creaming against its will.

Nicholai pulled a chair from the side of the room and positioned it at the foot of the bed before sitting on it. He didn’t bother to hide the bulge in his pants.

“Play with yourself,” he commanded.

“Excuse me?” she asked, not sure if she heard him correctly.

“Show me how you like to be touched,” he clarified.

Mira had never masturbated in front of anyone before. Her sexual experience consisted of one previous boyfriend who could barely last more than ten minutes once he was inside of her.

She tentatively reached down and slid her fingers through her wet folds. A low moan escaped her when her fingers made contact with her swollen clit.

“That’s it, baby,” Nicholai crooned. “Circle that pretty clit for me.”

Mira circled her clit with two fingers, her eyes closing as her head fell back.

“Eyes on me!”

Her gaze jumped to him, and she watched as he rubbed himself through his slacks.

The heated look he gave her spurred her on to rub harder and faster. Soon, she was panting for release.

“You don’t come until I tell you,” he ordered.

Mira’s fingers paused.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“But I can’t… I’ll come if I keep doing it,” she whispered, all wide eyes and flushed skin.

“Keep circling,” he stated as if he hadn’t heard her. “If you come before I give the word, you’ll be punished.”

Mira’s fingers resumed circling her clit slowly. Her chest heaved, and she couldn’t help the way her hips rolled as she tried to hold back her orgasm.

Nicholai watched as the juices spilled out of her and his mouth watered.

“Come for me. Now!”

She screamed as she came hard, bucking against her fingers, soaking them in her juices.

“God, that looks delicious.”

Before she could guess his intent, Nicholai jumped from the chair, spread his body along the bed between her legs, and covered her pussy with his mouth.

His tongue lashed at her clit once, twice, and then she was coming against his tongue, her hands gripping the dark strands of his hair as he continued to lap up her juices, triggering aftershocks.

He rubbed his mouth against her inner thigh before getting up to strip.

“When was the last time you had sex?” he asked bluntly as he bared his chest.

Mira was momentarily distracted by his golden skin and washboard abs.

“Um, about a year ago,” she stammered out, trying to focus on the question.

Nicholai looked at her as if she were crazy.

“A year?”

Mira nodded.

“Why is that important?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“I like fucking hard,” he told her, looking into her eyes. “You need to be prepared.”

Oh, she was. She was drenched from cumming so hard.

Mira watched as his hard length came into view, jutting against his lower stomach. She was grateful when he sheathed himself in a condom. She was on the pill but wasn’t one to take any chances.

She swallowed.

Nicholai watched the hesitation written on her face as he crawled up the bed between her legs.

“You can take me,” he said softly, then circled a nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Mira arched her back, and he took her hands in either of his, slamming them down to the bed beside her head. The action pushed her nipples up, begging for more attention.

Nicholai licked the pink nipples and then took one deep into his mouth, sucking hard. Mira almost came from that alone.

She could feel the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance and wanted to impale herself on it.

“Get inside me,” Mira groaned. Her pussy felt empty, and she really needed to cum again.

Nicholai put his lips to her ear, and she could feel his smile against the delicate lobe.

“You’re an impatient little thing.”

He put his arms under her body and flipped them over so that she was sprawled on top of him.

“You want to be in charge, little girl?” Nicholai taunted. “Then show me what you can do.”

Mira spread her legs wider at the side of his hips and went to her knees. She took his length in her hands and couldn’t help giving it a firm squeeze.

She watched as he hissed out a breath.

“Don’t play with me. You won’t like the consequences.”

She shivered at the threat and lined the tip of his cock with her slick entrance.

She felt his hands on his hips as she slid her body slowly down, taking his thick length deep inside her, making her wince before sliding back up again.

She did that a couple of times to get comfortable and watched as Nicholai’s lips tightened into a hard line as if giving her time to adjust to him.

“Lie on my chest,” he said harshly, as if he’d reached his breaking point.

Mira lay forward and rubbed her nipples against his chest to give them some relief.

Nicholai crossed her back with his arms, holding her down hard before slamming into her hard and fast.

Mira’s eyes widened and then glazed over as he thrust over and over again.

She wailed as she came hard around his cock.

“Give me another!”

He continued his hard thrusting, and Mira had no choice but to take it as he rode her into another orgasm.

Nicholai let out a shout when he felt her inner muscles tighten around him, and he had no choice but to come himself.

Mira collapsed on his hard chest, damp with perspiration.

She felt his fingers brush the back of her neck softly.

“What’s your name, little girl?” he asked.

Mira wanted to laugh. He’d just fucked a total stranger and didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. He probably did it all the time.

Regret and panic were starting to creep in now that the adrenaline had worn off, so she did the only thing she could think of at the time.

“Kaley,” she managed to get out. “Kaley Matthers.”