One of Nickolas's Girls

Nickolas held Patrice in his arms. His beautiful icy blue eyes gazed upon her, “Ty krasivaja,” he said in Russian, which means you’re beautiful. She hugged him tightly. “Tonight, you’ll stay with me, zolotse (darling).”

They went to his room. He had a large king-sized bed with towering head and footboards. His room smelled like lavender and jasmine, which were two of Patrice’s favorite fragrances.

He took her into the bathroom and started the shower, “After you, zolotse,” he said. She stepped inside and felt the warmth of the water against her skin. Nickolas got in behind her and showered kisses on her shoulders. She enjoyed the sensation of his lips and his fingers as he strummed her clit. She pressed her body into him and moaned.

She turned to him, “May I touch you?”

For the first time, she witnessed his smile. A soft sweet smile. She smiled placed her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him. As they were under the water kissing, Nickolas’s cock came alive. He grinned, “I don’t know what it is about you, Patrice.”

He pressed her into the wall and lifted her leg then penetrated, “Ahhhhhh,” she moaned as his cock filled her, “Oh my god,” she whined. He grunted with each thrust and kept his eyes locked on hers. He meant to fuck the defiance out of her.

“I promise you, after a week with me, you’ll see, I’m all you’ll need.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You like being my little cunt?”

“Yes, sir.”

He slowed and sucked her tits as he humped. “Oh god, oh god, yes!” she belted out as her body shook, “Fuck, oooh.”

He took pleasure in how she melted into him, “Soon. You’ll see, I’m the only thing you will ever need.” He humped faster and tensed up, “Fuck!” he said as his cock erupted inside of her.

Their lips touched. Soon after, they cleaned up went to bed.

Nickolas lay next to Patrice. She smiled. He smiled, “You’re in a good mood.”

“You smiled today. You have a beautiful smile.”

“You think so.”

She nodded and snuggled next to him. He was attractive. He had even modeled as a teenager before moving to the United States. He had a ridiculous amount of money from his inheritance. He didn’t need to work. He had several silent partnerships in businesses around the world that supplied him with ample cash.

He mainly loved travel and fucking.

“What did you call me earlier?” she asked.

“Zoloste. It’s Russian. It means my darling.”

“That’s sweet."

"You can call me zaichonok.”

“And what is that?”

“Bunny.” And he wasn’t called bunny because he was soft or cuddly. He was called bunny because he liked to fuck and fucked often. Inessa another woman that lived in the house was the only other woman that could keep up with him sexually, but he wasn’t attracted to her. And it wasn’t because she didn’t have great beauty. It was because her disposition was often unpleasant.

She giggled.

“But only when we’re alone in this room. Call me, sir when we’re in the basement or in front of the others.”

“You mean Julie?”

“Yes.”

That’s what he said, but there was more than just Julie, which Patrice would find out later. She had fallen asleep. Nickolas was still half-awake when he heard a knock. He got up and walked to the door, it opened and there was Inessa. She had been with him since her family sent her to live in the U.S. two years ago. She was the daughter of his mother’s friend back in Russia.

They tried to arrange a marriage between the two, but Nickolas was not having it. Inessa wasn’t easy on the eyes. Yet he did take pleasure in occasionally fucking her. Out of all the women, she liked it roughest.

“Why is your door locked?” she asked.

“Because I have company.”

“Who the fuck is in there?”

“Inessa, прекрати это,” he said through his teeth, which meant stop it. He had heard enough of her complaining. She pouted.

“She hasn’t even been here that long, why does she get to sleep in your room?”

“Because not all girls are good subs like you. Some take a little longer.”

She smiled, “She’s nothing like me. You can fuck me however you want baby, spank me hard too.”

He grinned, “Behave, and tomorrow we’ll go down to the room.”

She nearly danced in the spot, “You promise.”

He nodded. She rubbed his cock and smiled before leaving.

When morning arrived, Nickolas took pleasure in tying Patrice’s hands above her head to the headboard and attaching her ankles to straps that spread her legs open wide enough to park a motorcycle. He smiled as he looked upon her pink luscious hole. He had also tied her mouth. He planned on giving her a proper fucking and didn’t want her screams to be heard by the others, mainly Inessa.

He turned on a pink vibrator and placed it on her clit. Patrice tried to move as the sensation on her clit sent chills throughout her body. Her eyes opened and she realized Nicklas had restricted her movement. From the corner of her eyes, she could see his head between her legs and she felt his tongue as he lapped up her juices.

“Oh my god,” her muffled voice filled the room. She panted and her legs shook as Nickolas tasted her divine nectar. Tears streamed from her eyes as a wave of orgasms washed over her.

Just when she thought he was done, her bunny plunged his cock into her pool and stroked wildly. He grabbed her breasts and feasted, “My beautiful angel,” he said as he continued to stroke. His forehead beaded with sweat. He removed the covering from Patrice’s mouth, “call me your zaichonok.”

“Zaichonok.”

“Yes, yes, oh yes zoloste.”

He collapsed in her arms and kissed all over her face, “my angel, mine.”

She hummed and enjoyed the feeling of his cock releasing inside of her.

******

At breakfast, Nickolas sat at the head of the table. Patrice sat to his right, Julie was on his left and Kimmie sat next to Julie. When Inessa strutted in and saw Patrice sitting where she normally sat, her neck got hot, “Why is she still here?”

Nickolas cleared his throat and gave her a disapproving look, “Please excuse Inessa’s manners.”

She rolled her eyes and sat next to Patrice, “Are you moving in or what?” she asked with an attitude.

Patrice shook her head, “Of course not. I do have a husband and a life.”

Kimmie looked at Inessa and then at Julie. Nickolas cleared his throat again, “Patrice is a guest here and she can come and go as she pleases, just like the rest of you. So at any point, you wish to leave, do it.”

Inessa mumbled something in Russian before taking a bite of her toast.

Patrice no longer felt like eating. It was weird enough realizing that she wasn’t Nickolas’s only girl, but realizing that he had an extremely possessive one didn’t sit well with her.

She knew where she could go and be the star. She didn’t have to share Carlos and she also had Chris. She stood, “I should get going.” She left the area.

Nickolas stopped her before she got to the door, “Patrice, why are you leaving?”

She shrugged, “Just seems you have your hands full.”

“Don’t worry about Inessa.”

Patrice scoffed. It was hard not to worry about a brooding mean faced woman attacking her for being next to Nickolas. “I just don’t know how I’d fit into this.”

“Zoloste, my hands will never be too full for you,” he said as he slipped his hand under her dress and touched her, “I promise, will I see you tonight?”

“Um, tonight I have work to do, maybe tomorrow evening.”

He nodded and watched her leave. He knew what her plans were. He had checked her phone while she was sleeping. He knew she intended to meet with Chris.

He shook his head. He decided to let her have her fun, but he had something planned for her when she returned.