Submit (The Underground Book 4) (18 page)

Nikolav cocked his head to one side and fought a grin. “You trying to get me naked?”

“Yes.” Why lie?

“You think that’s going to increase your chances of getting laid?”

“Yes.” Another truth.

He chuckled, but he popped the button on his jeans at the same time.

She didn’t try to hide her interest while she watched him lower the zipper and shrug the denim over his hips.

Lord.

Oh. My. God
.

She’d been right. Large men with huge muscles indeed had large cocks to accompany them. Or at least this man did.

“You want to scoot forward a bit so I can sit behind you? Or do you want me to just stand here while you look your fill?”

She jerked her gaze from his cock to his face. She should be embarrassed. Part of her was. There was even the faint trace of a flush crawling up her cheeks. But Nikolav was cocky and confident and obviously didn’t mind her staring.

She smiled coyly and tipped her head to one side. “You’re giving me options?”

He chuckled as he stepped forward. “Woman…” And then he set his hands on her shoulders to push her toward the center of the tub and climbed in behind her.

She closed her eyes as his cock nestled against her back.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her against him.

Her head landed on his shoulder.

“So many bubbles,” he whispered against her temple.

“Adds to the mystery. Don’t want to reveal all my assets at once.”

“Hmm. You think I didn’t see all your assets this morning?”

“You might have forgotten.”

“Not likely.” He stroked the underside of her breasts so lightly she barely felt the tips of his fingers. But her nipples stiffened, and she had to squeeze her legs together to get a grip on her arousal.

She reached for her wine and took a sip, hoping the deep red Merlot would calm her.

Nikolav lowered his hands to lift her legs, which he set on the outsides of his thighs, spreading her open wide. He then cupped her breasts more directly and thumbed her nipples. “You have amazing tits.”

She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. So open and vulnerable.

While one hand worked her nipple, pinching and twisting it, the other hand smoothed down her belly toward her pussy. “So smooth here,” he commented when his fingers stroked over her bare mound. “How do you get it this soft?”

“Wax.”

“Ah. Do you do that yourself?”

“Hell no.”

“Sounds painful.”

“It is. But I’ve never liked having hair there. I’ve done it for years.”

“Mmm. I’m not complaining. It’s sexy as hell.”

Her arms were trapped at her sides next to his thighs while he stroked his fingers between her folds and across her clit. Slowly.

“Stay still for me, baby,” he muttered. “Let me make you feel good.”

She moaned, letting her head roll back and forth over his shoulder. She managed to kiss the underside of his jaw.

When he pushed his middle finger deep inside her, she braced her feet and lifted her ass off the bottom of the tub. “Nikolav…”

He pulled the finger out. “Sit, Belinda.”

She lowered her butt back to the porcelain, panting.

“That’s a girl. I love to watch you come, but you’ll do it on my terms.”

Her heart raced. She would have been sweating if she weren’t buried in the water.

The only noises in the room were the sounds of her heavy breathing and the popping of thousands of bubbles. The floral fragrance filled her nose every time she inhaled. Nikolav was going to smell like her bubble bath.

“You want my fingers inside you?”

“Yes. Though I’d prefer your cock.” When was he going to fuck her? Was he even human?

He chuckled lightly. “That’s my goal. Make you want it.”

“Please,” she begged, setting her hands on his thighs and gripping the firm muscles with her fingers. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.”

“And I love that. I want you to keep feeling that way.” His fingers trailed back between her legs and spread her lower lips open. He pushed the hood back from her clit and tapped it with his thumb. “I’m gonna make you come so many ways you won’t be able to count them.”

“As long as one of those ways involves you inside me, I’m good with that,” she whispered against his neck, fighting to find the words to speak.

“You’re going to have to develop some patience, my Italian beauty. Because my cock isn’t going to thrust into you any time soon.”

“What?” She lifted her head and twisted her neck to see him directly. “Seriously? Why?” The huge bulge of his arousal currently pressing into her back had to hurt.

“Anticipation is half the fun.”

“But, no. You can’t just…”

He smiled, his eyes dancing with mirth. “Of course I can. I’m in charge.”

She twisted around a few more inches until she was nearly sideways between his legs and reached her hand down under the water to wrap her fingers around his length.

So unbelievably thick.

Surprised he let her touch him, she stroked her fist up and down the shaft.

And then he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “Enough, baby.” He righted her with her back against his front again, resettled her legs straddling his, and wrapped his arm around her belly. His lips landed on her ear. “Did you touch yourself while I was getting the wine?”

She flinched. “No.” She’d done nothing but doze and relax.

“Good girl. Keep your fingers away from your pussy and your tits, got it?”

“So demanding.”

“Yep.”

“You’re testing me.”

“I am.”

“To see if I can submit to you.”

“Exactly.”

“And if I can’t? What if I fail?”

“You won’t.”

Lord, he was cocky.

She shuddered as he slipped his middle finger back into her, not half as sure as he was that she could be so submissive.

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Nikolav nibbled her ear while he fingered her. He loved the way her mouth fell open when she was so far gone she didn’t know it. He loved the way her pussy gripped his finger so tight. It would take some effort to work her open enough to accept his cock without hurting her.

He loved the little sounds she didn’t know she made as he brought her closer to orgasm.

It might kill him to withhold his own pleasure, but it was so going to be worth it. He wasn’t kidding. He wouldn’t take her tonight. Or tomorrow night, either. He wanted her to be sure. Because after he had his cock inside her sweet pussy, it would be damn hard to walk away.

Of that he was certain.

It would be much easier to let her go after Yenin was caught if he hadn’t experienced paradise. And he knew she would be his in every sense of the word the moment he took her in that final act of intimacy.

He could toy with her and bring her to orgasm dozens of times. And he intended to. But not that way. He needed to be strong. His cock would get its relief either with his hand, her hand, or her mouth if she desired, but he’d hold back the final act until she understood fully what it meant to be his and was certain she could handle his level of dominance.

For a lifetime.

Anything less would be devastating.

He smoothed the hand cupping her breast up to her face to brush a lock of her thick dark hair away from her cheek. Meanwhile, he kept fucking her slowly with the one finger. In. Out. In. Out.

She was amazingly sensitive, her emotions running across her face as he watched.

Gasps. Whimpers. Her mouth would fall open and then pinch shut. She licked her lips. Inhaled through her nose. Blew out a breath. Sucked in a sharp one.

So fucking sexy.

He’d be grateful for a lifetime if she would agree to be his.

Until then, he would settle for watching her blossom. Because it was clear she had few sexual experiences in her life. No way had she had sex in years. And the way she bucked into his hand…

He added a second finger, making her stiffen and grab his thighs again with her dainty fingers. The fight to keep her butt on the bottom of the tub was evident on her face.

She would learn.

An orgasm was so much sweeter when the submissive let him control the pace and timing. He wanted to yank her out of the tub and strap her sweet body to the bed. And he would. But at the moment, he just wanted to enjoy the expressions on her face while he teased her mercilessly.

When she got too close, her mouth falling open wider, her breath hitching, he backed off, removing his fingers and circling her swollen clit.

When her body relaxed marginally back against his, he thrust those two fingers back into her.

She arched her chest out, her nipples dancing on the surface of the water, tempting him to suckle them.

Finally, he pulled his hand away from her pussy and lifted it to cup her breast, flicking the tip with his thumb.

She struggled to breathe. The sweet, sweet sound of a woman in need.

There was nothing sweeter in the world.

“The water’s getting chilly,” he whispered to draw her attention.

“Mmm. I wouldn’t know.” She wiggled her ass against his cock, and he gripped her hips to hold her still.

“Imp. Let’s get out. Move to the bedroom.” He released her to haul himself to standing and stepped out of the tub.

She looked up at him with huge eyes. “Not sure I can move. My legs don’t belong to me.”

He smiled as he grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around himself. And then he leaned over and helped her out with his palms at her waist. “You steady?” he asked as he settled her on the oval rug.

She nodded. “I think so.”

He released the water to drain and grabbed a second towel to wrap around her. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a band, tendrils of it escaping to plaster themselves to her cheeks and neck.

“Come on.” He took her hand and led her to the bedroom and across to the bed. It was still unmade from the night before, and he shoved the sheet and comforter out of the way. He patted the mattress. “Sit on the edge. Lie back.”

She did as he asked, her legs hanging off the side.

When he picked up her feet and planted them wide at her sides, the towel lost its hold and fell open to expose her delectable body to his gaze.

For several heartbeats, he simply stared at her, drinking her in. Her smooth, tanned skin was evenly darkened without tan lines. Either she was naturally that brown, or she tanned in the nude.

He set his hands on her thighs and pressed them wider. He needed to taste her. He’d love to tease her some more, but he couldn’t resist tasting her, and it would push her over the edge immediately.

Without giving her a chance to think about it, he lowered his face to her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips. God, her skin was smooth. Lots of women shaved, but the waxing was so much smoother.

He nuzzled her, inhaling her scent. Memorizing it. And then he thrust his tongue inside her. He was so intent on consuming her he didn’t know exactly when her fingers threaded into his hair, but he pulled back and lifted his face to meet her dazed stare. “Hands above your head, baby.”

She released him as if she hadn’t realized what she’d done and slowly lifted them over her head, grasping at the sheet for purchase.

“That’s a girl. You taste amazing. Like honey and Belinda.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth again, harder this time, flicking his tongue rapidly over the nub.

She arched her belly into the air, gasping loudly. And then she shattered against his face as he knew she would.

He’d teased her for too long. She’d been on the edge for a while.

Her clit pulsed on his tongue as he pressed the flat length of it against her. As the throbbing subsided, he took a gamble and lifted his face to lean over and yank open her bedside table drawer.

Jackpot.

He smiled as he pulled a narrow pink vibrator out and turned it on.

She immediately tucked her head toward him, her eyes wide, her mouth open. “Oh. God.”

“Thought you might have one of these in there.” He held it over her pussy, the buzzing enough to make her nervous as he turned it up.

She pushed back with her feet, trying to scoot farther across the bed, her head shaking. “No. Nikolav. I just came. I can’t… Too sensitive.”

“You can, baby.” He grabbed her thigh to hold her steady, pressing on it when she tried to close her legs. “Stop moving,” he commanded. “Legs open. I want to see your pussy all wet and swollen and needy.”

Her thighs shook as she continued to shake her head and fight his grip on her leg.

He lowered the vibrator to the bed, still buzzing with its intended purpose. And then he grabbed her waist and hauled her to the edge once more. “Look at me.”

Her gaze was wild, darting around his face. She licked her lips.

“Trust me.”

“I do. I do, Nikolav. But I can’t come twice. You’re setting me up for failure.”

He startled. “Is that what you’re worried about? Failure to come?”

She nodded.

“Not sensitivity?”

“I’m sure I’m sensitive. But I know for a fact I can’t come twice. Especially since I also had an orgasm this morning.” She glanced down at his waist where the towel covered his cock. “Let me have a turn. You tasted me. Let me taste you.”

“I’ll make you a deal. If you’re still hell-bent on sucking me after you come again, I’ll let you.”

She yanked her eyes to his once more. “
That’s
a deal?”

“The best one you’re going to get.”

She let herself fall back against the mattress, breathing heavily.

Not believing she could come again.

Nikolav stroked his fingers over her belly and then her breasts, watching her nipples bead. And then he picked up the vibrator and set the throbbing tip of it at her entrance, stroking through her lower lips and gathering her wetness. When he swirled her arousal in a circle around her clit, she moaned.

And she thought she couldn’t come again.

Amazing woman. Who the hell had she been with in the past that didn’t bring his woman to orgasm multiple times? Whoever the guy was, or guys, they were about to make him look like a king.

Or a vampire.