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NIKOLAI

T araji sat on his California king bed, legs tucked beneath her, looking both out of place and exactly where she belonged. Nikolai entered from his en-suite bathroom, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness, his eyes revealing hunger tempered with tenderness.

He sat on the edge of the mattress, the expensive fabric dipping under his weight as he cupped her cheek with one hand.

"Did my baby girl behave herself today?"

Taraji bit her lip, nodding with shy pride. "I tried, Daddy. I finished my work and didn't let the mean voices win."

Nikolai's gaze darkened with a potent mixture of pride and desire. "That's my good girl. And do you know what good girls get?"

She shook her head, anticipation shimmering in her eyes like stars caught in midnight waters.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. "They get rewarded."

With gentle pressure, he guided her back onto the pillows, sliding his hand along the smooth skin of her thigh, beneath the hem of her dress. The silk whispered against her skin as he pushed it higher, revealing the lace edges of her panties. The contact drew a soft gasp from her lips.

"Tell Daddy what you want," he commanded, voice velvet-wrapped steel.

Taraji exhaled shakily, her voice barely a whisper. "I want you, Daddy. Please."

He smiled possessively yet tender as his hand found its way between her legs, where heat bloomed beneath his touch. He traced the damp fabric with one finger, a slow, teasing caress that made her hips arch involuntarily.

"Use your words, baby girl. Daddy wants to hear how much you need him."

She squirmed against his hand, breathless with wanting. "Please touch me, Daddy. Make me feel good. I need you."

He rewarded her honesty by slipping her panties to the side, his fingers exploring her slick folds with deliberate patience.

Each stroke was measured, designed to build her pleasure without allowing release.

He watched her face intently, cataloging every flutter of her eyelashes, every catch in her breath.

"So wet for me," he murmured, circling her entrance before pressing one thick finger inside. "Is this what you wanted?"

"More," she gasped, her inner walls clenching around him. "Please, Daddy."

He added a second finger, curling them to find the spot that made her cry out. His thumb found her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her tremble.

"That's it, sweetheart. Be Daddy's good girl and let go for me."

His rhythm increased, fingers pumping as his thumb circled her swollen bud. Taraji's hands clutched at the sheets, her back arching as tension coiled tighter in her core.

"Nikolai, I'm going to—"

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. "Now. "

Her release crashed through her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as pleasure radiated from her center. He continued his ministrations, drawing out her climax until she whimpered from oversensitivity.

"Beautiful," he praised, withdrawing his hand to slowly lick his fingers clean. "But I'm not done with you yet."

He stood, shedding his clothes with efficient grace. Taraji watched through half-lidded eyes as he revealed his sculpted body, her gaze fixating on his impressive erection.

"See what you do to me?" he said, stroking himself once before returning to the bed. "Take off your dress. I want to see all of you."

Taraji complied, her movements languid in the aftermath of her orgasm. She pulled the dress over her head, followed by her bra and panties, until she lay completely bare before him.

Nikolai's eyes darkened as he took in her naked form. "Perfect," he whispered, positioning himself between her thighs.

He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring as his body pressed against hers. The hard length of him rubbed against her sensitive core, reigniting her desire.

"Wrap your legs around me," he instructed, guiding her limbs into position.

Taraji locked her ankles at the small of his back, the new angle bringing him more firmly against her entrance. She rocked her hips, seeking more friction, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.

"Eager little thing," he said with a smirk. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me," she breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Daddy. I need you to fill me."

He reached between them, positioning himself at her entrance. "Look at me," he commanded.

Their eyes locked as he pushed forward, stretching her around his considerable girth. Taraji gasped at the delicious burn, her body gradually accommodating his size .

"So tight," he hissed, his control visibly fraying as he sank deeper. "So perfect for me."

When he was fully seated, he paused, allowing her to adjust. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them.

"Move," she whispered after a moment, rolling her hips experimentally. "Please."

Nikolai began to thrust, setting a measured pace that soon had Taraji moaning beneath him. Each stroke hit deeper than the last, her slick heat gripping him like a vise.

"Faster," she pleaded, her nails scoring red lines down his back. "Harder."

He complied, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. The headboard began to knock against the wall, keeping rhythm with their joining bodies.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, gripping her thigh to change the angle. "To be fucked like this? To be taken by your Daddy?"

"Yes!" she cried as he hit a spot that sent sparks shooting up her spine. "God, yes!"

His pace became punishing, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Taraji's second orgasm built rapidly, her inner walls fluttering around his length.

"I'm close," she gasped, her voice breaking on a moan.

"Not yet," Nikolai commanded, suddenly withdrawing.

Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees. He re-entered her with one powerful thrust, drawing a startled cry from her lips.

"This is how I've imagined taking you," he confessed, his voice rough with desire. "On your knees, taking Daddy's cock like the good girl you are."

The new position allowed him to penetrate even deeper, his pelvis grinding against her with each thrust. One hand snaked around to find her clit, circling the sensitive bud in time with his movements .

"Come for me again," he ordered, his rhythm growing erratic as his own release approached. "Let me feel you."

Taraji shattered around him, her inner muscles clamping down as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her arms gave out, her face pressing into the mattress as her body convulsed.

Nikolai followed moments later, his fingers digging into her hips as he buried himself to the hilt and emptied inside her with a guttural groan of her name.

They collapsed together onto the sheets, his body covering hers protectively as they caught their breath. After a moment, he rolled to the side, bringing her with him so she lay cradled against his chest.

"You are extraordinary," he murmured, pressing kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

Taraji hummed contentedly, too blissed out to form coherent words. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, expensive cologne mixed with the musk of their lovemaking.

"Rest now," he said softly, pulling the covers over their cooling bodies. "Daddy's not done with you tonight."

True to his word, he woke her twice more during the night, taking her with varying degrees of tenderness and ferocity. By the time dawn painted the sky outside his windows, Nikolai had lost count of the amount of times he made Taraji orgasm, her body pleasantly sore and thoroughly claimed.

When she drifted into sleep for the final time that night, she was wrapped securely in his arms, his possessive hold pulling the covers over them both as he closed his eyes, lulled to sleep by the rhythm of her steady breathing and the knowledge that she was finally where she belonged.

With him.