"Dunno," she teased back. "But I'll definitely think of something." Natalia pouted a little when Nikolai straightened, stepping back to adjust his clothing, but she had to do the same if they were ever going to get back to the party. Weeks of clandestine love-making had taught her how to be proficient at getting herself back together again, and about ten minutes later, the Printessa was once more stepping into the ballroom amid the flashes of cameras, cacophony of voices, and the overall buzzing of a party in full swing.
Nikolai was, as always, directly by her side, covertly brushing against her instead of gripping her tightly; secrecy was their paramount. He was connected back to comms again; she could hear the reports from his earwig under all of the party noise. Officer Petrov hadn't liked them both being absent for such a "long time", but he could just deal with it.
Jason whisked her off to the dance floor for a waltz, and Natalia dutifully laughed and smiled her way through it, only to be snared by nosy reports on her way back to her guardian's side. She answered all the queries with a pretty smile, no stranger to the camera, and deliberately glossed over her abduction by focusing on her father's tour, to soon be resumed, and the party, with all of Russia's friends and neighbors invited and having a wonderful time here at the Winter Palace.
Petrov hadn't been happy about them disappearing but Nikolai hadn't felt the need to explain. He is still head of security for the entire palace and in charge where Natalia is concerned so he can take her off if he wants. No one can argue about that.
He watches Natalia carefully as she flits from person to person and dances with boys her own age but when the party clears out and Nikolai gets a chance to make sure that everyone has actually left, he sneaks out onto the balcony to have a cigarette. He doesn't normally do this but tonight, on her birthday, he sends Natalia a text.
Once the party had wound down, not long after midnight, the printessa retired to her room to be peeled out of her birthday gown, her hair taken down, her crown to be packed away for the next State occasion, and unwound from Imperial Icon to teenage girl, her three 'beauty artists' working thankfully quickly. She'd just finished brushing her teeth when her phone chimed, and, figuring it was one of her friends, Natalia was a little surprised to read the message.
She'd slipped into Steffie's birthday present after shooing her helpers out, and barefooted and smiling happily, the little redhead swished into Nikolai's adjoining room and sashayed out onto his balcony, eager eyes greedily devouring her beautiful lover casually leaning against the railing, cigarette in one hand, uniform jacket missing and that white shirt fitting him like a second skin.
Nikolai flicks his eyes over her in interest because he hadn't expected her to come to him in something so brief. It's his favorite color, too, and he wants to have her all over again even though they just had a tryst during the party.
"Is that your present to me? Because I don't think that's your present from anyone. If it is from a man, I will have to tear him from limb to limb."
He takes a long drag off his cigarette and exhales, eyes never leaving her. "Please tell me I don't have to kill anyone."
Natalia laughed, sidling up beneath his left arm to rub against him. "Of course not, malyshka. Steffie gave this to me. I told her I wanted some slinky pajamas for my birthday this year. And it had to be blue." Because the fabric nearly matched the color of those heated eyes, roaming over her right now.
Her arms around his waist, the little princess nuzzled Nikolai's neck and held him close while he smoked, obligingly keeping her face away from his exhales. "That's still a nasty habit, Nikki," she couldn't help but chide him gently. "I know why you do it," mainly because he could, the rat, "but still."
Nevertheless, she wanted his hand on her ass, bare beneath the silk, and squirmed against him a little more, trying to entice him away from his nicotine habit however she could. But it would be just like her Nikolai to tease first, therefore she was braced for a challenge.
"Can't an old man keep his habits?" Still, the girl in front of him is much more enticing than the rest of the cigarette and he stubs it out, dropping it off the edge of the balcony before turning and sliding his hands up under the little bit of silk nothing that she's wearing. His room and his bed are closer even though he never uses it and he pulls her tight up against him.
"Arms around my neck and legs over my hips. I'm carrying you to my room for the night. Do you promise to behave, printsessa?"
Natalia more than eagerly obeyed, winding her arms around Nikolai's neck and twining her legs around his waist when he lifted her, still wiggling so sinuously in his grasp. "No," she retorted, licking and sucking at the pulse in her lover's neck. "Why would you even ask that, Nikki?"
Then she giggled. "But Papa has already told me good-night, and my door is locked tight. We can misbehave all night long, moya zvezda." She nipped and kissed her way to his mouth, wrapped so tight around him as he held her close. "Are you going to fuck me in your bed, Nikki?" Because God, she wanted him to.
"You are not going to mention your papa anymore," Nikolai says gruffly, holding her up with his left arm while using his right to twist open the french doors leading back to his room. The last thing he wants to think about is the Tsar when he's fucking his still very young teenage daughter. Sixteen is legal in the eyes of the law but is any age legal when it comes to fathers allowing things for their daughters? He doesn't want to find out.
His own room is more sterile than Natalia's because what personal effects he has are normally carried on his person. He has a dressing table with his earpiece, gun, and wallet laid open on it and there's an open bottle of cologne, the same one that still lingered at his wrists and throat. There's a silk tie tossed over the back of a chair, leather shoes - everything he can consider his own could be packed into a shoebox with room left over.
He lays Natalia gently against the bed and backs up to look at her. "Depends on how badly you actually want to get fucked. I might just look at you."
She'd only been in this bed a few times over the course of her years; Nikolai had begun sleeping in her room when she'd been but a wee one. But once in a while, she'd crept in here to cuddle up with her looming guardian, but now, it was just another platform for her to enjoy him, all over again.
Natalia rolled her eyes when he mentioned her father, but she acquiesced the point. When he put her down on the immaculate bedspread, however, her gaze turned heated and sultry, and the little princess clutched the hem of her very short nightgown, biting at her full lower lip and pouting softly.
"Bad," she breathed, parting her thighs invitingly. She was bare beneath the silk, another tantalizing tease. "And it's still my birthday, Nikki," Natalia reminded him in her husky voice. Then she brought a hand to a full breast, shamelessly kneading the plump flesh beneath the silk. "...but you can look at me if you want."
"Naughty," he agrees. "Filthy girl. Dirty girls get punished." It's just a game he's playing just now and he wants to see how far Natalia will go with it. She's young and doesn't know much so he doesn't know if she knows how to play like this. He'll teach her.
"Spread your legs and hike that skirt up for me. Let me see what belongs to me, hmm? Let me decide if you're good enough to get a present from me for your birthday."
She might have been inexperienced when it came to this sort of sexual play, but Natalia was a fast learner, and a bold little girl, besides. Still squirming in the middle of Nikolai's bed, she did as ordered, slowly inching her short nightgown upwards until it was bunched around her waist, and obediently parting smooth, pale thighs with her knees bent just enough, running one small hand down the inside of her leg, a tantalizing tease.
Red curls strewn across the white pillowcases, Natalia twisted and wiggled, loving the rasp of the silk against her breasts, already flushed and full from just the heat of her lover's Nordic gaze. "...like what you see?" she whispered in her husky voice. "It's all yours, my Nikki. No one else's. Not ever, malyshka. Never."
"All mine," he murmurs back. "I've never had anything that's all mine. I've never..."
Now isn't the time to start feeling emotional and he blinks it away, moving closer to her like the predator he is. He can play and be gentle and loving but he's still a predator beneath it, still deadly no matter how much he loves her.
He surges forward and kneels, catching her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed. "Ask me, Natalia. Ask me again."
Seeing those eyes go absolutely feral gave her heart a little instinctive jolt, and Natalia squealed when Nikolai snagged her and slid her down to the edge of the bed, it ending on a breathless little laugh as she splayed out prone beneath him. Arms flung above her head, long curls messy and strewn, the little princess gazed up at her bestial lover, aching for him all over again.
She licked her lips, running her tongue around her mouth before asking once more, "...do you like what you see, Nikolai?" And she let her voice grow darker, carry a little more of her homeland accent, for all it gave the words their own sultry, sensual flavor.
"Spread them wide," he says, eyes dark. He spreads her with her thumbs, fingers of his left hand tracing along her entrance for a few moments. He never uses his left hand with her, not wanting to hurt her with the metal, but he's too far now.
"I'm going to fuck you with these," he murmurs. "And then I'm going to fuck you again with my mouth. And then again with my cock. And then start over from the beginning until you don't know your name."
She did as bid, small feet propped against the edge of the mattress and her thighs whorishly sprawled, but it was only a twisting excitement and anticipation that writhed in her stomach, making Natalia whine with that heady, sexy promise. "...Nikki," she mewled, lithe hips rolling in his mismatched hands, nearly burning for the touch of those cold fingers against her heated skin.
It probably wouldn't take much to make her forget her own name; in his arms she'd been nearly incoherent so many times, but she'd never begrudge him the effort of trying. "Da," the little princess panted, already so hot and so wet, just for him. Only him. "Da, malyshka, da, mmmmm--da!"
"Good girl," he says softly. This is something new for both of them and he doesn't know why it thrills him so to speak to her this way but as long as she likes it, he'll keep doing it.
He plants a messy kiss on her left thigh and slips the tips of his fingers into her, just testing them for a moment. They weigh more and it's harder to judge exactly how deep he can go, how much he can spread.
Her slick muscles immediately spasmed around the metal digits, instinctively trying to tug at and milk them for more stimulation. The girl bit her lower lip, whimpering softly, pale thighs quivering just the slightest. She was used to being on her back, yes, but her Nikolai had never really teased her like this. It was thrilling, filthy, and so deliciously erotic.
Her back arched, and Natalia moaned, low and long, biting at her tender lower lip to keep from screeching. They still had to keep this a secret, regardless of how high he took her, or how much he teased. "--baby," Natalia panted, roughly rubbing a silk-covered breast as she watched that gleaming metal hand work between her sprawled legs. "Mmmm, more...more..."
"Gentle," he murmurs, working his fingers in deeper and pressing them in, testing the weight again before crooking them within her. He leans in and inhales her before licking a slow stripe and then he moves his fingers, working them slow.
"Gentle for my printsessa," he says. "I want to tear you apart and put you back together. I want you to completely dissemble for me and show me who you are beneath every layer."
God, didn't he know? He'd practically raised her, had built her from her tender youth into the woman she was now. Writhing and gasping on his bed. Natalia had no doubt that Nikolai would indeed tear her apart; he always delighted in coaxing the most unbelievable pleasure from her. And then always held her and purred sweet soothing promises afterward, making her fall that much more in love as they lay together, safe and secure.
The feel of that skilled, wet tongue, soft on her skin, and the slick weight of those metal fingers didn't leave her much more time to writhe, however. They pumped into her, and Natalia fell over into a soft, swift climax, gasping for breath with her hips bucking erratically, trying to fuck herself on those sinful digits. Oh, but they felt so good inside of her! Her lithe body strained, trying to pull them deeper even as she gasped his name and cried for him, her mewled little whimpers soft in the quiet of his bedroom.
"So quickly," Nikolai says, laughing softly. There's a look of wonder and sheer joy on his face, shocked that he could bring such pleasure to anyone and especially that he could do it for her. He draws his fingers out gently and slides his hands up her thighs.
"Do you want my cock, malyshka? Do you want me to love you that way or do you want me to tease you more? Because I have more in me if you want the tease."
Before she could muster enough conscious thought to answer, Natalia instead reached for his left wrist, bringing that fascinating hand up to her lips and sucked the first two fingers right into her mouth, long lashes fluttering over glazed green eyes. She licked and laved at his hand, teasing the tip of her tongue at the seams of those delicate metal plates, slick with her own fluids.
When finally she could speak, the little princess pressed those fingers against her lips and took a few deep breaths, saying, "...you can tease me, Nikki...if you want..." She sucked at the tip of his middle finger again. "Mmmm, I love how you tease me...it feels sooo good..." But she'd never ever deny his cock, if he really wanted to just take her all over again.
"Turn over," he says. His voice is gravelly and his heart is broken open in a way that he didn't think it was possible. He didn't think that there was a way to feel this way about anyone or anything.
He catches her hips with his hands and gently helps her turn, pushes the silky nightgown to her waist before standing and grabbing hold of her thighs.
"We're doing it this way, Natalia," he says, pressing himself in to the hilt. "How deep do I feel?"
Propped on her hands and knees, the little princess hissed assent and moaned when her Nikki pressed deep, sinking inside her all the way to the hilt. His hips met her backside and she bit her lip, unable to help arching her back and pressing for more.
"...Nikki..." it was a soft little whimper, but she tossed her hair aside and glanced over one bare shoulder. "So deep, malyshka. Oh--I feel so full...da..please..." She bit at her lower lip, the plump flesh already pulsing from her earlier efforts. Still gowned in the short blue silk, she lowered her head and rolled her hips, silently begging.
"Fuck me, Nikki," the girl begged, aching for him. "Pleeeease fuck me.."
"Quiet, Talia," Nikolai says, moving into her with a slow, steady rock. It's slower than he wants but just as deep because he wants to ease her into this. She's new to lovemaking in general and she's never had him in a position that puts him this deep so he wants to be careful even if he's playing the wolf right now.
"I thought about this all night. I thought about pulling up that dress of yours and fucking you where someone could hear us because then they'd know you belonged to me and no one else. You're the only thing that's ever been mine and I've only ever been yours."
Two strokes, then three. "It's only ever been me. It'll only ever be me. Say it."
Oh God, she wished that he had. That he'd snatched her right into the kitchen, bent her over the counter and yanked up her dress to fuck her like he owned her. Which, naturally, he did. Natalia spread her knees wider, moaning softly with every thrust, each time he sank into her so deep and so tight.
"...only you," she whimpered. "only ever you, my Nikki... I'm yours-I'm yours." She squealed when he pushed back in, hitting that tender spot that always made her shake. "Malyskha! Ya lyublyu vas, Ya lyublyu vas, oohh, moy Nikolai..." Even if this was all he gave her tonight, it was still one of her best birthdays ever.
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Nikolai was, as always, directly by her side, covertly brushing against her instead of gripping her tightly; secrecy was their paramount. He was connected back to comms again; she could hear the reports from his earwig under all of the party noise. Officer Petrov hadn't liked them both being absent for such a "long time", but he could just deal with it.
Jason whisked her off to the dance floor for a waltz, and Natalia dutifully laughed and smiled her way through it, only to be snared by nosy reports on her way back to her guardian's side. She answered all the queries with a pretty smile, no stranger to the camera, and deliberately glossed over her abduction by focusing on her father's tour, to soon be resumed, and the party, with all of Russia's friends and neighbors invited and having a wonderful time here at the Winter Palace.
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He watches Natalia carefully as she flits from person to person and dances with boys her own age but when the party clears out and Nikolai gets a chance to make sure that everyone has actually left, he sneaks out onto the balcony to have a cigarette. He doesn't normally do this but tonight, on her birthday, he sends Natalia a text.
Balcony off my room. I'm smoking. Come bother me.
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She'd slipped into Steffie's birthday present after shooing her helpers out, and barefooted and smiling happily, the little redhead swished into Nikolai's adjoining room and sashayed out onto his balcony, eager eyes greedily devouring her beautiful lover casually leaning against the railing, cigarette in one hand, uniform jacket missing and that white shirt fitting him like a second skin.
"You called, my lover?"
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"Is that your present to me? Because I don't think that's your present from anyone. If it is from a man, I will have to tear him from limb to limb."
He takes a long drag off his cigarette and exhales, eyes never leaving her. "Please tell me I don't have to kill anyone."
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Her arms around his waist, the little princess nuzzled Nikolai's neck and held him close while he smoked, obligingly keeping her face away from his exhales. "That's still a nasty habit, Nikki," she couldn't help but chide him gently. "I know why you do it," mainly because he could, the rat, "but still."
Nevertheless, she wanted his hand on her ass, bare beneath the silk, and squirmed against him a little more, trying to entice him away from his nicotine habit however she could. But it would be just like her Nikolai to tease first, therefore she was braced for a challenge.
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"Arms around my neck and legs over my hips. I'm carrying you to my room for the night. Do you promise to behave, printsessa?"
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Then she giggled. "But Papa has already told me good-night, and my door is locked tight. We can misbehave all night long, moya zvezda." She nipped and kissed her way to his mouth, wrapped so tight around him as he held her close. "Are you going to fuck me in your bed, Nikki?" Because God, she wanted him to.
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His own room is more sterile than Natalia's because what personal effects he has are normally carried on his person. He has a dressing table with his earpiece, gun, and wallet laid open on it and there's an open bottle of cologne, the same one that still lingered at his wrists and throat. There's a silk tie tossed over the back of a chair, leather shoes - everything he can consider his own could be packed into a shoebox with room left over.
He lays Natalia gently against the bed and backs up to look at her. "Depends on how badly you actually want to get fucked. I might just look at you."
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Natalia rolled her eyes when he mentioned her father, but she acquiesced the point. When he put her down on the immaculate bedspread, however, her gaze turned heated and sultry, and the little princess clutched the hem of her very short nightgown, biting at her full lower lip and pouting softly.
"Bad," she breathed, parting her thighs invitingly. She was bare beneath the silk, another tantalizing tease. "And it's still my birthday, Nikki," Natalia reminded him in her husky voice. Then she brought a hand to a full breast, shamelessly kneading the plump flesh beneath the silk. "...but you can look at me if you want."
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"Spread your legs and hike that skirt up for me. Let me see what belongs to me, hmm? Let me decide if you're good enough to get a present from me for your birthday."
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Red curls strewn across the white pillowcases, Natalia twisted and wiggled, loving the rasp of the silk against her breasts, already flushed and full from just the heat of her lover's Nordic gaze. "...like what you see?" she whispered in her husky voice. "It's all yours, my Nikki. No one else's. Not ever, malyshka. Never."
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Now isn't the time to start feeling emotional and he blinks it away, moving closer to her like the predator he is. He can play and be gentle and loving but he's still a predator beneath it, still deadly no matter how much he loves her.
He surges forward and kneels, catching her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed. "Ask me, Natalia. Ask me again."
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She licked her lips, running her tongue around her mouth before asking once more, "...do you like what you see, Nikolai?" And she let her voice grow darker, carry a little more of her homeland accent, for all it gave the words their own sultry, sensual flavor.
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"I'm going to fuck you with these," he murmurs. "And then I'm going to fuck you again with my mouth. And then again with my cock. And then start over from the beginning until you don't know your name."
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It probably wouldn't take much to make her forget her own name; in his arms she'd been nearly incoherent so many times, but she'd never begrudge him the effort of trying. "Da," the little princess panted, already so hot and so wet, just for him. Only him. "Da, malyshka, da, mmmmm--da!"
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He plants a messy kiss on her left thigh and slips the tips of his fingers into her, just testing them for a moment. They weigh more and it's harder to judge exactly how deep he can go, how much he can spread.
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Her back arched, and Natalia moaned, low and long, biting at her tender lower lip to keep from screeching. They still had to keep this a secret, regardless of how high he took her, or how much he teased. "--baby," Natalia panted, roughly rubbing a silk-covered breast as she watched that gleaming metal hand work between her sprawled legs. "Mmmm, more...more..."
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"Gentle for my printsessa," he says. "I want to tear you apart and put you back together. I want you to completely dissemble for me and show me who you are beneath every layer."
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The feel of that skilled, wet tongue, soft on her skin, and the slick weight of those metal fingers didn't leave her much more time to writhe, however. They pumped into her, and Natalia fell over into a soft, swift climax, gasping for breath with her hips bucking erratically, trying to fuck herself on those sinful digits. Oh, but they felt so good inside of her! Her lithe body strained, trying to pull them deeper even as she gasped his name and cried for him, her mewled little whimpers soft in the quiet of his bedroom.
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"Do you want my cock, malyshka? Do you want me to love you that way or do you want me to tease you more? Because I have more in me if you want the tease."
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When finally she could speak, the little princess pressed those fingers against her lips and took a few deep breaths, saying, "...you can tease me, Nikki...if you want..." She sucked at the tip of his middle finger again. "Mmmm, I love how you tease me...it feels sooo good..." But she'd never ever deny his cock, if he really wanted to just take her all over again.
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He catches her hips with his hands and gently helps her turn, pushes the silky nightgown to her waist before standing and grabbing hold of her thighs.
"We're doing it this way, Natalia," he says, pressing himself in to the hilt. "How deep do I feel?"
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"...Nikki..." it was a soft little whimper, but she tossed her hair aside and glanced over one bare shoulder. "So deep, malyshka. Oh--I feel so full...da..please..." She bit at her lower lip, the plump flesh already pulsing from her earlier efforts. Still gowned in the short blue silk, she lowered her head and rolled her hips, silently begging.
"Fuck me, Nikki," the girl begged, aching for him. "Pleeeease fuck me.."
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"I thought about this all night. I thought about pulling up that dress of yours and fucking you where someone could hear us because then they'd know you belonged to me and no one else. You're the only thing that's ever been mine and I've only ever been yours."
Two strokes, then three. "It's only ever been me. It'll only ever be me. Say it."
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"...only you," she whimpered. "only ever you, my Nikki... I'm yours-I'm yours." She squealed when he pushed back in, hitting that tender spot that always made her shake. "Malyskha! Ya lyublyu vas, Ya lyublyu vas, oohh, moy Nikolai..." Even if this was all he gave her tonight, it was still one of her best birthdays ever.
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