Being with Nikolai came with perks. He was immensely caring, in and out of the bedroom. Nikolai didn't care if it was in public. He'd praise you and give kisses, giving you subtle but firm pats as warnings.

Your little space was strictly for at home. He would give you subtle signs if you were being a brat in public, but nothing past that. It was one of the things that Nikolai, selfishly, wanted to keep to for himself.

This was past being subtle. Nikolai had warned you not to get too drunk, and here you were, earning your punishment. He wasn't shocked. You'd been a brat all week, practically begging to be spanked and put in the corner.

Nikolai watched you from the bar. You were beautiful, dancing temptingly with your group of new friends. The clubs bright and flashing lights made your skin glow perfectly, but that glass in your hands was pissing Nikolai off.

He truly would make your pretty little ass as bright as your drunken face.