Don Nikolai

(Excerpt) An hour later, they were done and I was ready to leave. Nikolai guided them out of his office and closed the door behind him. I heard a familiar click and I knew he had locked it but I wasn’t sure. Was he going to kill me? I chose to play dumb and walk to the door to try and open it. After jiggling the handle a few times, it wouldn’t open. I turned around and he was right behind me. He put his hand above my head and leaned in. " You wish it was you screaming my name, don't you? " He asked while locking me in place with his gaze. My cheeks flared as his question was spot on. It was a rhetorical question but I felt the need to defend myself. He had seen me after all. “ I don’t know what you're talking about,” I said. I clutched the door behind me as he moved closer. Our bodies were inches apart and it was getting harder to concentrate because of his bare chest which was muscular and covered with ink. " Tell me principessa, do you think of me when you trail your fingers down your stomach and between your thighs? Do you think of me as you work yourself trying to reach the brick of euphoria? Do you imagine it's my fingers as you work faster to ease the ache between your thighs? Do you scream my name as your walls clench around your digits and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you orgasm? " " f**k you! " I screamed, ignoring the loud thumping of my heart against my chest. " You see, I know girls like you. You've been sheltered all your life and you crave some rebellion. Tattoos, muscular, bad boy, and an Italian accent are your undoing, right? That's all it takes to have you drooling and fawning. I'm I right, principessa? " “ You know nothing about me! " I screamed and he chuckled. “ Oh, but I do. I can smell your arousal begging me to pin you to this door and show you just how much I can make your p***y weep for me. " He whispered in my ear. Our chests were now touching and I knew he heard how fast my heart was racing. " Five seconds, " he muttered with a devious look in his eyes. " W-what? " I stuttered out. " That's how long you have to run before I bend you over my desk and teach you a lesson. One I'm sure you'll enjoy. "