Chelle
ChelleI run my fingertip over the gunshot wound on the side of Nikolai’s abdomen, and he catches my wrist. We’re in bed on Wednesday morning. I should get up and get ready for work, but he just left me so sated, I can’t move, nor do I want to.
I’ve been Nikolai’s s*x slave for a week and a half now.
It seems like I should hate it. I should hate everything about this. I’m using my body to pay off a sizable debt to the mob. Nikolai literally owns me and can make me do pretty much anything he wants or the deal is off.
Instead, it feels like glorious fantasy fulfillment.
I love that our arrangement has a start and end date. That the rules are very well defined. Nikolai gives me assignments or tells me what he wants, and I obey. It‘s like a job, and it seems to be one I’m good at, b
