{Beverly}
Warning: mature content ⚠️
The ride was silent, I sat unmoving in my seat as I clutched the material of my dress. Nikolai was so angry that he didn't even respond to anything I said. His jaw ticked from time to time as he drove with all his attention.
"Ni-" I was interrupted by his deep voice.
"Not a fucking word clover, not right now." I flinch at his voice. He didn't call me baby or moya dusha or anything. My shoulders drop and I lean back into my seat.
parking the car in his driveway. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out. He didn't even open the door for me.
"In my room. Now" he said in his calm voice as he answered his phone. I nod taking my bag with me but he beats me to it. He grabbed my bag and gestured me to go inside.
I walk inside his room and sit on the bed awkwardly. Waiting for him to come in and talk to me. Though he didn't look like he wants to talk.
I can just bribe him with my kisses, aackk. I'm smart like that.
Moments later he walks inside the room, his heavy footsteps reach my ears and his rich cologne hits my nose. And that's when all my smartness gets flowed down the drain.
He sits on the couch infront or me and leans back spreading his legs. Nikolai maintains eye-contact with me as he rolls his sleeves up and rubs his jaw.
"Come here" he patted his thigh. I gulped getting up from the bed as I started to walk towards him. He let out a 'tsk' and shook his head.
"Crawl to me" his voice was darker and more authoritative than usual. He bends forward resting his elbows on his knees.
"I-I.." my throat feels dry. I don't know what to say anymore. Am I a dog? Might as well ask me to bark.
"The longer to take ,the more it adds to your punishment little Malyshka" he told me. (Translation: baby)
I close my eyes and let out a sigh of embarrassment as I get down on my knees.
"Good girl, now crawl to Da-me "
I softly crawl up to him. He pats my head when I reach him and pulls me by my throat. Earning a whimper from me as he devours my lips.
"Mmmm" I moan and place my hands on his thigh to balance myself. He picks me up and sits me on his thigh , placing his head on my shoulder.
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RomanceAGE GAP STORY!!! Beverly clover fawn, the definition of sweetness, the most precious girl as considered by her parents. but due to her father's business and busy schedule, he somewhere left his daughter behind. that's when someone else grabbed he...