The Obsession

Mira shot up, dropping the pearls onto the dresser as if they’d stung her.

“I was just…” She shook her head, struggling to find the right words. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t planning to steal them.”

Nicholai Bach entered his mother’s room, his gaze fixed on the girl who had held his attention all night.

This was a first for him, and it intrigued him. He’d been following her, trying to understand her. And now, she was right there.

“Convenient story now that you’ve been caught.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, resisting the urge to shake her for her audacity.

“Those are my mother’s pearls,” he said, his voice cold. “She passed away a few months ago, and I’ve kept everything in here just as she left it. And here you are, touching things.”

Mira shook her head, her eyes wide. This was Nicholai Bach!

“No, no, no, it’s not like that!” she blurted out.

“I’m calling the cops.” He reached for his phone.

“No! Please don’t!” Mira grabbed his arm, her eyes begging him.

“I swear I’ll do anything. Just please don’t call the cops.”

She couldn’t end up in jail. Jahan would be alone. The thought was unbearable.

Nicholai looked into her desperate eyes and proposed a deal he would never have considered if she hadn’t stirred something in him.

“Sleep with me,” he said bluntly, letting the words hang in the air.

He watched her lips part in shock.

Of all the things Mira thought he would suggest, that hadn’t crossed her mind. It should have. Kaley had mentioned that he was incredibly wealthy. Of course, he’d be arrogant and a total jerk.

“I can’t do that,” she murmured, still clutching his arm.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive. The man was pure sex appeal. Under different circumstances, she would have been all over him, but not like this.

He unlocked his phone.

“Alright. I’m calling the cops.”

“Okay, okay!” She tried to grab the phone, but Nicholai was much taller than her and held it out of reach.

“What was that?”

He watched as she lowered her head and made a deal with the devil.

“I’ll do it, then. I’ll sleep with you.”

He tried to hide the thrill that surged through him. She might think he was a jerk, but he didn’t care.

The feelings this small girl was stirring in him were unsettling, and he needed to get her out of his system. If this was the only way, so be it.

“Come with me.” He took her hand and led her out of the room.

“Wait, don’t you have to get back to the party?” she asked, panicking that it was going to happen right then and there was no escaping him.

Nicholai kept pulling her down the hallway.

“It’s my house and my party; I can do whatever the hell I want.”

He led her into what appeared to be a guest room with a large queen-sized bed.

He locked the door with a loud click and took off his jacket, tossing it aside.

“Take off your clothes and lie back against the headboard.”

She couldn’t believe what was happening. One minute she was innocently admiring some paintings, and now this.

“I’m waiting.”

His deep voice made her shiver. Despite the situation, she knew her body wanted to comply. Besides, this was what she got for being so damn curious.

Mira reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled the tight fabric over her head, revealing her full breasts in a nude demi lace bra.

She watched as his lips parted and his breathing became uneven.

She unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

She swallowed as she wriggled out of the jeans and her lace thong at the same time.

Nicholai watched as she exposed her body to him.

She was stunning, from her tiny waist and curvy hips to the thin patch of hair between her legs. Despite her protests, he could see how wet she was, which only stoked his desire.

She turned her back to him, showing off her round ass and dimpled cheeks, before following his instructions and sitting against the headboard.

“Spread your legs for me. Wider,” he directed when she hesitated.

Mira spread her legs wide, and her breathing became heavy. Nicholai’s eyes locked onto her pussy, which she knew was wet against its will.

Nicholai pulled a chair from the side of the room and positioned it at the foot of the bed before sitting down. He made no effort to hide the bulge in his pants.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

“Excuse me?” she asked, unsure if she heard him right.

“Show me how you like to be touched,” he clarified.

Mira had never masturbated in front of anyone before. Her sexual experience was limited to one previous boyfriend who barely lasted more than ten minutes once he was inside her.

She hesitantly reached down and slid her fingers through her wet folds. A low moan escaped her when her fingers touched her swollen clit.

“That’s it, baby,” Nicholai cooed. “Circle that pretty clit for me.”

Mira circled her clit with two fingers, her eyes closing as her head fell back.

“Eyes on me!”

Her gaze snapped to him, and she watched as he rubbed himself through his pants.

The heated look he gave her encouraged her to rub harder and faster. Soon, she was panting for release.

“You don’t come until I say so,” he commanded.

Mira’s fingers paused.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“But I can’t… I’ll come if I keep doing it,” she whispered, her eyes wide and skin flushed.

“Keep going,” he said, as if he hadn’t heard her. “If you finish before I say so, there’ll be consequences.”

Mira’s fingers went back to circling her clit, slow and steady. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she couldn’t control the way her hips moved as she tried to hold back her climax.

Nicholai watched as her juices flowed, and he felt a thirst.

“Finish for me. Now!”

She let out a scream as she climaxed, her fingers soaked in her own juices.

“God, that looks good.”

Before she could even guess what he was planning, Nicholai was off the chair, stretched out on the bed between her legs, and his mouth was on her.

His tongue flicked her clit once, twice, and then she was climaxing again, her hands tangled in his dark hair as he continued to taste her, causing aftershocks.

He rubbed his mouth against her inner thigh before standing up to undress.

“When was the last time you had sex?” he asked, his tone blunt as he revealed his chest.

Mira was momentarily distracted by his golden skin and chiseled abs.

“Um, about a year ago,” she managed to say, trying to focus on his question.

Nicholai looked at her as if she’d lost her mind.

“A year?”

Mira nodded.

“Why does that matter?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“I like it rough,” he told her, looking into her eyes. “You need to be ready.”

Oh, she was. She was soaked from climaxing so hard.

Mira watched as his erection came into view, pressing against his lower stomach. She was relieved when he put on a condom. She was on birth control but didn’t like to take risks.

She swallowed.

Nicholai saw the hesitation on her face as he moved up the bed between her legs.

“You can handle me,” he said softly, then teased a nipple with his tongue.

Mira arched her back, and he took her hands in his, pinning them to the bed beside her head. The move pushed her nipples up, begging for more attention.

Nicholai licked her pink nipples and then took one deep into his mouth, sucking hard. Mira almost climaxed from that alone.

She could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance and wanted him inside her.

“Get inside me,” Mira groaned. She felt empty, and she needed to climax again.

Nicholai whispered in her ear, and she could feel his smile against her earlobe.

“You’re an impatient one.”

He put his arms under her body and flipped them over so that she was on top of him.

“You want to be in control, little girl?” Nicholai teased. “Then show me what you’ve got.”

Mira spread her legs wider over his hips and went to her knees. She took his length in her hands and gave it a firm squeeze.

She watched as he hissed out a breath.

“Don’t tease me. You won’t like what happens.”

She shivered at his warning and positioned the tip of his cock at her wet entrance.

She felt his hands on his hips as she slid down, taking his thick length deep inside her, making her wince before sliding back up again.

She did that a few times to get comfortable and watched as Nicholai’s lips tightened into a hard line, as if he was giving her time to adjust to him.

“Lie on my chest,” he said, his voice rough, as if he’d reached his limit.

Mira leaned forward and rubbed her nipples against his chest for some relief.

Nicholai wrapped his arms around her, holding her down before thrusting into her hard and fast.

Mira’s eyes widened and then glazed over as he thrust again and again.

She cried out as she climaxed around his cock.

“Give me another!”

He kept thrusting, and Mira had no choice but to take it as he drove her to another orgasm.

Nicholai let out a shout when he felt her tighten around him, and he had no choice but to climax himself.

Mira collapsed on his hard chest, damp with sweat.

She felt his fingers gently brush the back of her neck.

“What’s your name, little girl?” he asked.

Mira wanted to laugh. He’d just had sex with a total stranger and didn’t seem bothered at all. He probably did this all the time.

Regret and panic were starting to creep in now that the adrenaline had worn off, so she did the only thing she could think of.

“Kaley,” she managed to say. “Kaley Matthers.”