“Here.” He brings his hand higher and hovers it over my breast. “And here.” His other hand taps my inner thigh. With my dress on, his finger is able to touch me skin to skin. I gasp as goosebumps break out over my body. “If you’ll let me. Let me touch you, Irina. Let me make you feel good. Put your father from your mind. Stop worrying. And trust me.”
He makes it sound so good, like paradise. Like it could all be perfect if I just let it.
And couldn’t it be?
Nikolai is an extremely handsome man. His power and confidence makes him even more attractive. I could trust my husband. But I thought I could trust my father and he betrayed me completely. What if Nikolai does the same to me?
“I’m scared,” I admit.
“Why?”
“That you will hurt me. That you’ll go back on your promise.”
He squeezes my hips. “I know. But if you learned to trust, you wouldn’t be so worried all the time. Let me touch you and show you how good this can be. Just this once.”
I look into Nikolai’s eyes for a long moment. There’s only sincerity there. Either he’s a good liar or… he means what he says.
And I am curious what it would be like to be touched by a man. My father hid me away for so long. This can be a chance to break free of him.
“Ok,” I whisper and lean against him.
Without taking his eyes off mine, Nikolai brings his hands to my breasts and holds them there. Not squeezing or moving. Just giving me time to get used to the sensation. Even with my dress in the way, it’s like I can feel the power in his hands. I can’t even imagine what it would be like against my bare skin.
“Does this feel good?” he asks right as he begins to move his thumb around, stroking my nipple through my dress. I gasp. It does feel good.
“Yes.”
“See? You don’t have to be afraid.”
A flare of arousal shoots through my legs and I press them together. Nikolai notices. Of course he does.
“Here. This would make you feel so much better.” He unbuttons the top of my dress and pushes it down to reveal my bare breasts. I hold still, both afraid and eager to know what this will feel like.
That’s when Nikolai strokes his thumbs over each of my nipples. I cry out.
“It’s ok, baby,” he murmurs into my ear. “It’s ok. Just let this feel good.”
“I’m sensitive here.”
“I know. That will make it all the better. I promise.”
I press my legs tighter together as he plays with my breasts.
“I know what you need,” he says in a gruff voice. Keeping one hand on my breast, his other hand lowers to my thigh and before I can stop him, moves it between my legs.
The moment he cups me through my panties, I almost lose my mind. The sensation is too much. Too powerful. I feel like I might die from it all.
Nikolai’s fingers find my nub and rub against it. Even with my underwear in the way, I can feel it all. Feel exactly how good all of this is.
I drop my head back against his shoulder, unable to keep it up. The pleasure is too much. Mix with my fear, it’s a heady combination.
“That’s it, baby. Relax into my touch. Here.” He pushes my dress up higher and nudges my legs apart with his knee. This allows him to rub me harder. On instinct, my hips rise up to meet his hand. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and is taking pleasure in it. I can feel his erection underneath me. Feel how much I affect him too.
But Nikolai doesn’t comment on his erection. He is making this moment about me.
“Oh,” I cry out when he presses down on my nub and nipple at the same time.
“Fuck, you’re so sensitive.” His breath tickles my ear. “God, baby. I knew you were perfect. Made for me.”