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Such a pretty sight it was, to have Nikolai like this, with his flushed skin, covered in pearlescent beads of sweat; soft blotches of pinks and reds that have bloomed all over his chest, neck, abdomen, and thighs, which had been carefully planted by Alexandra’s lips and teeth in the name of easing him into a drunken stupor of carnal pleasure. His nipples, now pert and oversensitive, could only take so much after being flicked and bitten and pinched; if Alexandra so much as ghosted the tips of her fingers over either of them, Nikolai was sure he would come once more; that’d be the third time tonight, but he was not sure of the exact number. Simply having her like this; kissing him, touching him, granting him entrance to a kind of heaven that he had always hoped to experience with his dearly beloved was enough for Nikolai to remain willing and obedient to her every instruction.
Alexandra was always kind. Never cruel beyond reason, or despotic and unfair; even when stating her demands meant strictly within the four walls of their bedroom, it was as if the holy words of the Divine were flowing from the elegant column of her neck and out of her luscious rosy lips, her tongue set ablaze by the Paraclete to deliver the sweetest strings of encouragement to get him to loosen up; to relax, and to breathe evenly, so nothing would hurt him and ruin the Neptunian haze that enveloped them at present.
Nikolai happily floated upon the sea of plush white linen, its waves made tousled and rumpled by the previous spells of their lovemaking, and with him on that raft where he lay, was Alexandra. His eyes feasted equally on the view before him: she was just as bare as he was — her long, silk-like black hair scarcely concealed the supple swells of her breasts, the tips almost reaching her abdomen, rippling with smooth crests as her torso compressed against her lifted thighs. Just this morning, Nikolai was playing with her hair; running his hand through the raven tresses and watching them slide through the gaps of his fingers like a tranquil waterfall. Tonight, she was the sylph of his dreams, residing perfectly between reality and his licentious reveries.
So now here was Nikolai, unable to even use his hands; too preoccupied with grasping the sheets in desperation and ordering his body to stay still for her as she once again reminded him to part his legs wider, incentivizing him further with a loving caress of her palm over his abdomen, and a kiss upon his trembling knee. Alexandra spoke against his skin. “Come on, Nikolai. Relax. Just a little more… You can take it, can’t you? For me?”
Her quiescent hand — the one not assigned to coax Nikolai externally — reached between his thighs and pushed the cane further into his ass, though only by an inch or two, as he had already done so well and had taken in most of the handle. This was followed by a sharp inhale. Sparks were ricocheting up and down Nikolai’s spine from the sensation of the hilt pressing against his walls, and the more he clenched around the cane, the closer he got to the summit that he had reached for multiple times on this night alone. He could not anymore stifle his own blissful sounds as Alexandra began to thrust the rod in and out of him. Nikolai felt every dent and curve of the silver motif that adorned the handle. He was positive that he was being driven mad.
Alexandra knew she had nudged at a particular spot when Nikolai’s hips jerked upwards and his legs drew closer to each other. She was quick to maneuver them apart. “Easy,” she said, watching closely for any signs of discomfort from his reactions as she focused on that area. She did not miss at all just how erect Nikolai was again; this was nothing new to her, but it never ceased being so enticingly obscene. Alexandra took this as a cue to increase the speed of her motions. Nikolai’s toes curled. He followed it with a whimper.
“Sashenka,” he called out, blue eyes glazed over as he looked upon his wife through thick dark lashes. A weak hand left the bedclothes and reached up to brush at her jaw. “Sashenka…” He repeated as in a plea. Nikolai only ever used that name whenever he implored something from Alexandra; his unique way of appealing to her indulgent, more forgiving side. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t achieve its purpose. But now, he earnestly hoped the result would be the former.
“Use your words,” replied Alexandra, stern but gentle. She angled the cane so that it would stimulate even more the patch of nerves that was making Nikolai delirious. “Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me,” he rasped. “Please touch me, I need — I need it so much, please…”
Alexandra did not budge. “Where?”
When Nikolai let out a wanton, puerile whine instead of answering properly, Alexandra stilled her hand. His eyes shot open; his brows curved from the loss of stimulation, chest heaving with each frustrated breath as if he had just been wronged in the foulest and most unscrupulous manner possible. She almost chuckled at this.
“Where?” She repeated more firmly this time, refusing to fuck him with the cane unless he obliged and answered. Nikolai threw his head back; the black halo of his hair cushioning his maddened attempt to reignite the flame that had yet to start burning within his loins. He gathered himself despite his injured pride. Not that that mattered much at the moment; all he wanted right now was for her to fuck him stupid with his very own cane and have him come all over himself like the lecherous rake that he was.
“My c-cock,” he said, face turning into a darker shade of crimson as he admitted defeat. “Touch me there, my darling, please… Ah!”
The reward was instantaneous, and so was his reaction. Nikolai didn’t even think twice about how this display of unabashed prurience would undoubtedly become ammunition for Alexandra to tease him with later in the morning when he let the floodgates open. He moaned and cried and begged as she simultaneously prodded the head of the cane into his prostate and stroked his leaking cock in even intervals. She didn’t forbid him from thrashing around this time; in fact, she continued her ministrations, not at all stopping even as Nikolai came on her hand and his chest; white ropes of come glistening from the glow of their sole source of light.
Alexandra halted when she deemed fit to finish, which was when Nikolai was finally reduced to a writhing, babbling mess. She left him for a moment (but not without a kiss on his leg) to rinse her hand and fetch some washcloths for the two of them. First, she pulled the cane out slowly, taking extra care not to hurt him. She set it far away from the bed, and then grabbed a dressing robe to temporarily clothe herself as she cleaned herself before tending to Nikolai, who was already half-asleep. She didn’t bother waking him to put his sleepwear on when she was done. Nikolai preferred to sleep with very little clothes, anyway (or none at all, especially during summer). Alexandra, however, was the opposite. She settled in bed after brushing out her hair and putting on a new nightgown, carefully slipping under the covers so as to not rouse her husband.
Before she could cover him with the blanket, Nikolai instinctively sought Alexandra, his eyes flickering open so he could gauge where she was. He pulled her closer, and she embraced him. Whispered questions about his state were asked, a standard practice that either of them made sure to enact each time they tried something a little risky in bed. Alexandra could tell that Nikolai was exhausted; he was answering only with a shake of his head or a nod. He was always more delicate whenever it was his turn to bottom, as if his body couldn’t comprehend just how much pleasure it could take in comparison to what it could give in return.
Alexandra kissed Nikolai for the last time that night, adjusted her head on the pillow, and allowed herself to mold naturally into the shape of her husband’s body; warmed skin against warmed skin, carrying the last humming vestiges of their spent energies. He responded in a similar way by hooking a leg over hers, weaving his limbs into hers to assure himself that she wasn’t going to be carried away by the night. Alexandra smiled to herself. Nikolai was definitely not going to let her rise from bed early later. That was always the direct consequence of his willingness to submit to her. She was not very worried, though — she doubted that she’d be able to put up a fight, given how much she’d also be glued to the bed after an entire night of just savoring each other’s company.
Nikolai would be over the moon, Alexandra thought. She held him tighter. He let out a pleased sigh in response. The faint crackling of the fire soon lulled them to sleep, both satisfyingly saturated in wordless love and rest.