Chapter 11
Sasha
Iwatch Cyn fight to stay awake while I rub her feet.
Her toenails are painted red, and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
The parts of her long hair that are in the water look so much darker, loose curls that float and swirl, reminding me so much of blood.
I run my eyes down her body, cursing my decision to use bubble bath.
Reaching over I swipe away the bubbles and drag my fingers over the swell of her breasts.
Her slippery wet skin is making it hard to think about anything other than sliding into her, but now isn’t the time.
We need to meet Savanna in an hour, and I need more time than that.
Ever since Cyn mentioned cramps earlier, my mind has been imagining a lot of things.
Before meeting her, I never thought much about sex.
It was something I didn’t understand and didn’t care to know more about, but now it’s all I can think about.
Period sex is not something I ever gave any thought to, but when she mentioned cramps this morning, my whole body had sparked to life.
I’m already obsessed with her body, I already want to slide into the pussy I’d buried my face in, but the idea of her covered in blood is not something I ever considered.
I have no desire to ever hurt her, but this would be blood that I haven’t caused.
It’s still blood, though. It’s still my beautiful Cyn drenched in red.
I nearly groan at the images, at the way my cock is already poised to explode, my balls tight and aching with a much-needed release. I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone in my life, but I want to fuck her, and I want to do it when she’s bleeding for me.
My eyes stay locked on her as I continue massaging first one foot and then the other.
When my hands travel up her calf, working the sore muscles until every part of her is relaxed, she lets out another moan of gratitude.
Her little whimpers and moans drive me crazy, but the sweetest sound she makes is when she says my name.
Whether it’s a whisper or a scream of ecstasy, either way it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
With her eyes still closed, she asks, “So what did you and Chort do while I was at work?”
I grin and say, “Not much. We spent most of the time packing up your dorm. Well, I packed. Chort sprawled out on your bed and watched.”
Cyn gives a lazy laugh while I keep rubbing her legs.
I don’t mention the part where Niki helped me track down Xander, or the part where I scared the fuck out of him behind the science building.
I’d followed my girl’s rule and spared his life, but he’s going to be hurting for a few weeks.
I smile at the memory of him pissing his pants when he saw my knife.
Needless to say, he won’t be commenting on Cyn’s ass or what he’d like to do to it ever again.
“How are your cramps?” I ask her.
She sighs and opens her eyes to look at me. “Horrible. They usually let up once I start, though.”
“I bought you a heating pad, some Midol, and a variety of ice cream flavors and period supplies,” I tell her.
Her smile lights up her face. “You did?”
I kiss her wet foot and stay quiet instead of telling her it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out where the hell the Midol was or the giant headache I got when trying to figure out which tampons and pads were the best. I’d eventually given up and texted Mia.
She'd helped, but then made me swear to introduce her to Cyn soon.
With a smile still on her face, she says, “I know Savanna’s going to love you.”
“What all does she know about me?”
The light blush that hits Cyn’s cheeks lets me know she’s already told her friend about the night we met.
“She won’t say anything,” she quickly says.
I nip at her big toe and watch her squirm. “She’s your best friend, krovinka. I would never take that relationship away from you. Tell her whatever you want.”
“Aren’t you worried?”
A grin slips out before I can stop it. “My family has ways of protecting itself.”
Cyn’s eyes widen, and I swear I see a panicked fear in them before I bite her toe hard enough to get her attention while I raise my brow at her.
Kissing the tender skin of her foot, I keep my eyes on hers and slowly drag my tongue up the sole of her foot.
Her eyes widen even more at that, and I almost laugh.
I want to lick every single inch of this woman, so if she thinks I’m put off by her cute little feet, then she’s in for one hell of a surprise.
“Don’t insult me, my little Cyn. You love Savanna, which means I would never hurt her. I told you my cousin is a hacker. He can cover up a multitude of sins. That’s all I was implying.” I tickle her foot, and while she laughs and squirms, I add, “I wasn’t threatening to kill your bestie.”
“Okay, okay,” she pleads. “I’m sorry.”
My fingers still, and I listen while she catches her breath, making sure I don’t hear any wheezing. When I’m sure she’s okay, I say, “You look beautiful when you laugh, especially when you’re naked and wet while you do it.”
She rolls her eyes at me, but she’s still smiling, so I know she’s not mad.
Knowing we’re going to be late if we don’t get moving, I grab a sponge and some bath wash and start washing her from the tips of her cute little toes to the thick, red hair I’ll never be able to get enough of.
Even though there’s nothing but my hands on her skin, it somehow feels just as erotic as when I’d had my tongue buried inside her.
After I’ve rinsed her hair, I can’t resist bringing a fist of the wet strands to my nose so I can breathe in the coconut shampoo I brought from her dorm.
When I’ve filled my lungs with her, I’m all set to stop, to use what little willpower this woman has left me and leave the tub, but then she whispers my name and my resolve shatters at that one sound.
“Fuck, Cyn,” I groan, and in one quick motion, I scoop her up and into my lap so she’s facing me with my aching hard cock between us.
With her thighs on either side of me, she’s able to take control and scoot closer.
The feel of her body against mine is both heaven and hell.
A big part of me wants to fist that gorgeous hair, spin her around so she’s bent over the tub with that gorgeous ass in the air.
I want to hold her down and fuck her to within an inch of her life, but I don’t.
Instead, I let her stay in control as she grabs my shoulder and very slowly starts to grind herself against me.
I raise a brow and watch her. “You going to use my cock, Cyn?”
She lets out a breathy gasp at my words, but she doesn’t stop. If anything, her fingers dig in harder and her hips take on a faster, more punishing rhythm.
Fuck, she looks amazing when her domineering side comes out.
Too bad for her I’m not much of a submissive guy.
Grabbing her waist, I hold her in place, refusing to let her use me like she wants.
Her face goes from aroused and self-confident to embarrassed and unsure of herself in less than five seconds.
Hating to see the transformation, I lean in and slowly run my tongue up her neck before bringing my mouth to her ear.
“I love it when you take control, krovinka, but it’s just not in my nature to sit back and let it happen.
If you want to grind that greedy little pussy against my dick and use me for your own pleasure, then you’re going to need to beg me for it. ”
Her tits slide along my chest when she makes a fruitless effort to break free from my grasp. I laugh and nip at her ear.
“By all means, Cyn, keep fighting me. All you’re doing is making me harder.”
“You didn’t make me beg last night,” she reminds me.
“True,” I admit and start to slowly kiss my way down her neck.
“But last night you spread yourself wide for me like a good girl. You just laid back and let me do whatever I wanted, and you came so easily for me, again and again.” My teeth graze her delicate skin before I give her a soft nip.
“Right now you’re trying to use me, you’re trying to dominate me, and, krovinka, I’m the only one who does the dominating in our relationship. ”
“I didn’t realize we had so many rules.”
I smile against her wet skin. Her tone makes it clear she’d much rather be grinding herself to an orgasm right now instead of going over the ground rules.
When she wiggles her hips again, I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her waist, not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to have her stilling her movements.
I give her wet skin one last lick before lifting my head so I can see her.
The vibrant green of her eyes always takes me by surprise.
This close, I can see all the different shades, the mix of greens and the almost golden tinge that runs through it all.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, wondering if there will ever be a time when I compliment her and she doesn’t blush.
With my hands still holding her in check, I grin and say, “Now beg me for it, Cyn. Let me hear how badly you need my cock to make yourself feel better. How bad do you need it, krovinka?”
I know I’m pushing her out of her comfort zone, so to help her along, I lift her up and press her closer so she’s flush against my aching flesh.
She lets out another sweet-sounding moan when I slide her down my length.
Her curls are soft against my cock, and the temptation to slide inside her is all-consuming.
I’ve always been exceptionally good at waiting, though, and I’ve always enjoyed prolonging pleasure.
This might not be the same thing as keeping someone alive so I can torture them longer, but there are some definite similarities.