Chapter 24 #2
His eyes lit up. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Then I’ll be able to pull that chain any time I want. Maybe I’ll keep you naked. At least when Emily isn’t around.”
I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic of my thong, sliding it ever so slowly down my legs to my thighs. Every time he issued a deep-throated sound, my nipples tightened even more.
As soon as I slipped the purple thong from my legs, I took a deep breath. He enjoyed having me completely naked while he remained mostly clothed. Somehow, that just wasn’t fair. However, I knew better than to question him. I already knew nothing about the man was fair in any way.
When I finally looked into his eyes, another wave of heat swept over me, ending in my core. I was practically on fire, so hot that I could feel beads of perspiration on the back of my neck.
He held out his hand with his palm up, beckoning me with his fingers.
The look on his face was entirely too carnal. As if he would eat me alive. I wasn’t certain I’d mind.
I moved closer, taking my time. His hand was still out and I finally comprehended what he was doing. Asking for my thong. Embarrassment around him was just as exciting as everything else. I handed him the scrunched-up lace, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning.
Now he closed his eyes, bringing the thong to his nose and inhaling deeply.
“Perfect. You’re wet. Very wet. Now, open your mouth.”
That caught me off guard. I chewed on my inner cheek and in response, he tweaked my nipple. The pain was biting, but I opened my mouth. The last thing I would have expected was for him to stuff my mouth with my own thong.
But he did.
Then he pointed to the bed while unfastening his belt. “Be a good girl so I won’t need to tie you down.”
My pussy throbbed even more and I was so wet my inner thighs were slickened by my juice. Shivering all over, I crawled onto the bed and over the pillows, tenser than I’d been. It wasn’t every day a woman obeyed a man who was going to give her a brutal spanking.
But I did.
And I was excited about it.
What did that say about me? That I knew I was deeply disturbed and needed harsh punishment on a regular basis? Or that I was kinkier than I’d admitted to being?
Whatever the case, I folded my arms under my head, the anticipation already killing me.
“We wouldn’t want you waking Emily. Now, would we?” he asked in his usual sultry voice. He was taking his sweet time unfastening his belt.
I shifted back and forth several times until I felt his fingers caressing my bottom. He was tender, even rolling his fingertips along my spine.
Unable to stop quivering, I closed my eyes as the anticipation became even more powerful. He pulled my legs slightly apart, laughing softly.
“Your pretty pink pussy lips are already swollen. Did you play with yourself thinking about what I would do to you, my captain? I bet you did.”
His voice was almost hypnotic, keeping the excitement building. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, pushing me to the point of being crazed.
When I heard a slight creak, I knew he was wrapping a portion of the belt around his hand. He cracked the end against the bed, but not to terrify me. He wanted me to crave what only he could provide.
Total inhibition, letting go with and because of him.
He rubbed the leather down my back, tapping the end on my bottom.
The light whooshing sound was next, the hard snap of his wrist capturing my attention. I was still in the throes of anxiety even before the strap was driven against my buttocks.
But when it was, I pushed up from the bed, my garbled moan floating all around me. The pain was as I’d felt before, yet different. Another admittance I needed this as much as he’d told me.
He brought the belt down again, harder this time. I was instantly blindsided by the anguish, but it was quickly replaced with an even deep throbbing in my core.
“I have to admit I adore the color of blush on your cheeks.” He growled slightly and brought the strap down four more times, taking his time with each one. The sound echoed in my ears, and I clung to the comforter, twisting my hands around the material.
The scent of my desire was strong, more so than before.
He was obviously thinking the same thing, his deep inhale more audible than any before. He didn’t waste any more time, continuing the harsh spanking, even slapping the belt across my upper thighs.
I was on a cloud, the sound of the belt duller. I still had my eyes closed, trying not to wiggle, yet every movement was involuntary, my pussy grinding against the pillows.
Alexsey caressed my skin, the rough pads of his fingers keeping me quivering all over.
“And the blush turns to red.” He began again, one coming right after the other. The sound was terrifying, but the reality of what I was feeling was sheer bliss.
I would never be able to tell anyone how being spanked affected me, but I was alive and floating on air.
“Three more.”
Another moan slipped past the gag and I pushed up again, arching my back and wanting to feel every slice of the thick leather strap.
He gave them to me, the last three brutal and unforgiving. When the spanking was over, another rush of adrenaline flowed from head to toe. My body was tingling from the wild jolts of electricity as a different kind of anticipation hit me.
I craved his cock.
Long, thick, and throbbing, I needed it inside, fucking me like the wild beast he could be.
Maybe he sensed everything I was dying to have since he rolled his hand down my back to the crack of my ass, finally thrusting his palm against my wetness.
I moaned again. He pressed his knee on the bed, grabbing the thong and slipping it free from my mouth. I took gasping breaths, longing to see him.
To touch him.
To taste him.
He yanked me onto all fours, jerking the pillows away, even slapping my bottom twice as if doling out the finishing smacks of discipline. I yelped in response, still digging my fingers into the comforter, swaying my hips back and forth in a blatant invitation.
Alexsey rubbed both hands down my back, chuckling as he cupped and squeezed my bottom. When he shifted his fingers between my legs, swirling one around my clit, I bucked against him, mewing like a wildcat.
“My baby is hungry,” he mused.
“Yes.”
“Do you deserve my cock?”
I tossed my head back in reply, swishing my hair while giving him a heated look. “What do you think?”
“I think I need to fuck you long and hard.” Even though he made the statement, he took his time teasing me, driving at least three fingers into my slickened cunt. The electric sensations were even more powerful, keeping me on edge while my mind ran wild with thoughts of surrender.
He pumped several times while teasing my asshole with his thumb, finally pressing the tip just inside. “And I’m going to take you in the ass.”
Everything about him screamed of dominance and I couldn’t wait to have his cock fill me.
I was shocked that he kept his patience intact for a few minutes even though I could clearly see the outline of his thick, throbbing bulge. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking him, swallowing every drop of his cream.
He drove me to the point of having an orgasm then ripped his hand free, backing away and leaving me aching more than before. I tossed my head, arching my back as if begging him to continue.
“Tsk. Tsk. Patience, my little captain. Or you won’t get what you want. Only what you deserve.”
“No fair.”
“I never said I was a fair man. Now, did I?”
No, he hadn’t. At least he was honest. With a smile still on his face, he took his time finishing undressing.
All the while I kept my head over my shoulder, marveling at the colorful ink covering parts of his body.
The art added to his masculinity, creating a canvas of control and passion while teasing danger.
Nothing could be a more powerful or electric aphrodisiac.
When he was completely naked, he tossed his clothes aside and tormented me for a few seconds longer, rubbing his hands down his chest, wrapping his fingers around his shaft and stroking as he half closed his eyes.
The sounds he was making were driving me crazy. Completely animalistic. The man was a beast and I was his prey. And right now? I had no intention of running.
When he finally returned to the bed, he brushed his fingertips down my side to one leg, pulling it farther away from the other. Everything about his actions was carnal, the look on his face screaming of his need to control me.
So he did.
With one grip on my hip, he pressed the tip of his cock against my wetness, thrusting the entire length inside. I threw my head back, panting as my muscles stretched, trying desperately to accept his wide, thick girth. Was it possible he’d grown even larger? Yes, oh, my goodness, yes.
Every muscle tingled, spasming as if charged by another wave of electricity. He planted his hands on either side of me, crowding his huge body against mine. There was something incredible about having his weight pressed against me.
Right where he belonged.
He pulled out, holding just the tip inside while my muscles continued to constrict before driving into me again.
And again.
The brooding Russian took his time, which completely drove me crazy, pumping in and out. Finally, he developed a sweet rhythm and the sound of his massive body driving into mine floated into the room. There was a symphony of sounds, as if we were beasts mating in the wild.
I let myself go, swinging my head from side to side, meeting every brutal thrust. But it wasn’t enough. He pulled back, now gripping both hips. His body was tense, his jaw clenched as he fucked me.
His actions became even more savage, the force pushing me forward, the muscles in my arms barely strong enough to keep me from being pitched against the bed. But I continued to meet every thrust until our actions were both wild, crazed with need. The desire was spinning out of control.
Panting.
Moaning.
Writhing.
Perspiration tickled my skin while sweat from his face slowly fell against my back. He refused to stop, pushing me harder, driving me to the point of sheer bliss.
The orgasm jetted into me, my muscles spasming out of control.
“Yes. Yes. Oh, God.” I did my best to keep from screaming, biting my lip as another batch of stars floated in front of my eyes. This was crazy and wonderful, exhilarating in a way I’d only experienced with one man.
Him.
The man I’d tried to hate.
Dangerous and provocative.
Powerful and ruthless.
The one man who’d awakened the woman inside.
My lover.
My hero.
And the man I was falling for.