6

Playing with fire

Now I was in a tight spot.

I had to go all the way, even if it hurt, and I wanted to escape, but I would never tell him I was a virgin. That would anger him, or who knows... I truly didn't know anything about Nikolay, and I didn't want to.

For me, he was a bad person, and only when I was away from him would I feel better.

Nikolay laid me back on the bed with him on top, slowly caressing every exposed part of my body with his hands and tongue. I couldn't help but react to it; truth be told, I liked what he was doing as a woman, but...

I couldn't move or prevent myself from moaning when he slipped his hand under my panties, caressing that desire-filled place that was starting to moisten within me. In my past relationships, we almost always reached this point, but then something happened that made us stop.

I wanted him to stop; I wished the same thing would happen as always, but I was sure it wouldn't. Nikolay continued to skillfully caress me there, and eventually, he dared to insert two of his fingers inside me.

I screamed with pleasure at this new and unfamiliar touch for me.

Nikolay smiled at me and then lowered his head to my legs. I didn't know what he was going to do until I felt him remove my panties and bring his tongue close to that very sensitive part of my body. I gasped as I felt his tongue move in all its glory.

I was starting to enjoy what Nikolay was doing, enjoying it a lot.

However, suddenly and without warning, he stopped. I looked at him without understanding, and he looked at me with a grim expression:

“Are you a virgin?”

I decided not to answer that, as it was a silly question, and if he asked, it was because he had discovered the truth.

Nikolay growled, got dressed, and left without saying anything more.

I couldn't believe it.

Supposedly, I was in Russia because I had to work for Nikolay, not just work, but do everything he wanted, and his desire for me had been made quite clear.

If I was here against my wishes and doing wrong things, it was because of Mike, my brother, and his liberation was all that mattered to me. And now, after almost experiencing pleasure with that jerk, he leaves me because I'm a virgin, humiliating me.

This wouldn't stand, because my biggest flaw was pride and arrogance.

I searched for my clothes on the floor and quickly dressed. I tied my hair into a bun since leaving it loose looked horrible, and I went in search of Nikolay.

I found him talking to a man with tanned skin, blue eyes, and dark hair. His accent made me suspect he was Latino.

I ran to them, realizing I was barefoot and had attracted Nikolay's men to follow me closely, but I didn't care. I stood in front of them with my arms crossed, making them both stop talking.

The stranger looked me up and down, nodding in approval, then looked at his friend. Nikolay stared at that man and at me.

His face twisted in a disgusted grimace, and he grabbed my arm forcefully, speaking to me brutally, almost shouting:

"I don't know what you're doing here, but I'd prefer you wait for me in the room," he said harshly.

"I don't have to obey you," I said defiantly.

"Margaret..."

"Aren't you going to introduce us, Nikolay?" we both heard suddenly.

The man looked at us with a mocking smile, and Nikolay crossed his arms, provoking genuine laughter from the man, who extended his hand to introduce himself:

"I'm Fernando Garza, a pleasure to meet you, beautiful," his seductive voice curiously didn't provoke anything in me.

"Margaret..."

"Aren't you leaving already, Fernando?" Nikolay retorted irritably.

"Yes, but I think I'll stay to enjoy your whore..."

"Excuse me, Mr. Garza, but I'm nobody's whore," I interjected sharply, completely annoyed.

"No?"

The man looked at me, astonished and interested.

"Fernando, the meeting is over, and I'd appreciate it..."

The Latino man approached me a little closer, grabbing my face with his hands. He was analyzing me, and I didn't like it at all. I pulled away from him and looked at him defiantly, to which he just smiled:

"I see Nikolay is going to collect Mike's debt with you, his precious sister," he spoke with mockery.

"Mike is my business, and I told you it was under control," Nikolay said with a somber voice.

"Nikolay... I just ask you to pass her on to me when you get tired of her," the Latino man shrugged. "We'll see each other next week."

Fernando left, and Nikolay remained motionless in place.

Only when his friend disappeared did he look at me. He was very angry, but so was I, and I wasn't going to give up in this war.

"What do you think you're doing?" he approached me, furious.

"You're a bastard," I spat venomously.

I didn't bother saying anything else and walked away with more desire to insult him and beat him to exhaustion.

The fact that he grabbed my arm angered me even more, so with my free hand, I delivered the most powerful slap in history. I had never hit a man so hard, and I was surprised by the strength I was able to muster.

Nikolay was taken aback by the blow, and after a gentle touch on his face to make sure he was okay, he hit me forcefully on mine. It was so brutal that I fell to the ground with a swollen cheek, but he looked at me with smugness and rage:

"No one challenges me, Margaret. You've been warned," he said in a low and dangerous tone.

I heard Nikolay's footsteps moving away, but I felt incapable of getting up from the spot. Tears were welling up in my eyes, and I wanted to cry like a child, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me suffer.

I got up carefully and walked slowly to the room, but then I remembered it was his room, and I didn't want to be near him.

I just wanted to run away from there.