Chapter 12 Constance #3
“Prinoshu izvineniya za bespokoystvo po povodu vashego vremennogo naslednika, no vas zovet Pakhan. (My apologies for disturbing your downtime heir, but Pakhan is calling for you.)
“Poluchil soobshcheniye, pereday yemu, chto ya cherez minutu (Message received, tell him I will be a moment.)”
“Po tvoyey vole ya dostavlyu soobshcheniye (By your will I shall deliver the message.)” The guy stands straight and leaves. I go to get up from the table, but Misha turns and takes me by the neck before he eases me back down.
“Vhere ze fuck do you zhink you’re going?” He frowns, growling, and my heart stops.
“I… I was g-getting dressed. I… I d-don’t know what he s-said, b-but I heard him say Pakhan s-so it must be important, huh?” His eyes rake over me, bringing heat wherever they land.
“You zhink it’s more important zhan zhis?” he questions and runs his hand up my swollen pussy lips.
“Uggghhhnn!” I moan, shaking, swallowing. “Honestly… probably, but… from the way you’re looking at me, I’m not so sure.” I shake.
“I prioritize vhat I vant…” He drops to his knees, watching me with cold eyes. “Zhis… you are priority.” He nuzzles my pussy, and I hate how much I’m eating up this lip service. Pyper already gave me the rundown on this man several times… so why?
“S-so d-does that mean you w-will do what I want?” I ask, and he kisses my pussy.
“Da, if you stay, I’ll give you anyzhing,” he growls, and I shudder at those words, which seem real.
“Th-this sounds a lot l-like commitment.” I eye him and he raises a brow.
“So?”
“I told you I don’t do commitment, or love.” He chuckles at my words.
“You do vhat zhis pussy tells you too… vhat I tell you and it to do. So if tell your pussy commit, it commits. If I say you and it are mine.” He nibbles my pussy lips and I shudder, pussy juice leaking all down my ass with alarm bells ringing in my head.
“Zhen you do not question your Master and be mine.”
This is stupid as fuck… I should get up from the table and be content with what I got. I know he don’t mean shit he’s saying. I’m probably like a shiny new toy for him to play around with, but I don’t care.
My tired, boring ass day-to-day life… I’ve had normal, and look where that got me. Afraid to even step outside. But for some reason… with this man, I feel unreal. I want him for the time I can have him.
“Then for now…” I sit up on the table. “Uhm… s-since I’m sore, can y-you j-just gently eat it? Please, Misha,” I whisper shyly and he chuckles, tightening his arms around my legs, breathing in my pussy.
“Mmm, da.” He turns on the flexible wire light on the table, moving it to shine on my pussy.
“Zhis pussy is red and svollen. It needs break, da?” he teases as he gently fingers me.
“But vhat a vulgar pussy it is, veeping pretty tears, begging for me to put it out its misery.” He pouts, kissing it. “Does it hurt, Pechenye?”
“A… a little,” I answer honestly, biting my lip.
“I understand… zhen I should make sveet love to ze pussy vit my tongue, and make my Pechenye meow like kitten, and sleep like baby.” I don’t know why his words always leave me breathless...
“O— HHHNNNGGGNNN!” I flop back, gasping, at a loss for words.
This man’s tongue! The roughness of it, its width and length are unlike anything I’ve had the pleasure of gracing my pussy.
“Ughnnn!” I whimper, grasping his shoulders, shaking as his tongue slides in and out, lapping over my entire pussy lips and slurping up my juices. “YES, MISHA!”
“You always taste so sveet, Pechenye.” He drags his tongue to my clit to my pussyhole, twirling his tongue, making me seize and roll my eyes to the back of my head.
“Fuck, Mikh—” The tap on my ass almost stings worse than when Nadya spanked my pussy.
“Address me properly,” he mutters, voice muffled between my lips as he sucks my wetness in the nastiest and most disrespectful way.
“Huuuggnnn! Jesus!”
“No, Pechenye. Just Misha.”
“M-MISHA!” I scream and he groans, nodding his head, pulling away, smirking at me.
“Good girl, Pechenye. You alvays listen so vell.” He spits on my clit, tongue fucking me softly, each stroke fucking me up even more. It feels so good. I’m losing my mind… no, I’ve already lost my mind, and I don’t care to find it. I’m so fucking happy being in his fucked up aura.
“MORE, MISHA!” I whimper, heart beating out of control as I grind against his tongue like a bitch in heat.
“Oh, you vant to use me now?” he smirks. “Like my mouzh belongs to you?”
“I… it does,” I pant. “Y-you do b-belong t-to me!”
“Zhen ride it, Pechenye,” he chuckles sinisterly. “Take vhat you vant from me. Own me.”
“I… I o-own you?” I whisper, heart sputtering in my chest.
“Da, fucking right. You,” he grits out. “Own me…” the words send a massive shock down my spine, that goes straight to my pussy. I own Misha… I, me, Constance OWNS MIKHAIL…
My pussy tightens around his tongue, my body thrums, my ears ring, and my breath grows short and choppy. I like it… I… I swallow, feeling half out of my mind, practically drooling as if he and I are connected deeper than sex in this moment. Even if it sounds stupid… I love it.
“M-Master… I love owning you.” I smile down at him and he goes still, looking up at me. In my delirious state of mind, I see his pupils go blood red.
“So sveet,” he groans. “So fucking sveet. I can’t get enough. You’re an addiction, Pechenye… You and zhis pussy vere made for me. You hear me? Zhis pussy…” He takes a massive lick. “Mine. Say it.”
“Y-yours!”
“Louder.”
“YOURS, MISHA! I”M YOURS!”
“Da, da, good girl. Now fall apart for me,” he demands, and lord help me, I jerk, pussy pulsing against his rough tongue.
“FFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSS. UUUGGGHHHHHHHNNNNNN! MIIIISSSSSSHHHHHHAAAAAAAA YEEESSSSS!” I scream, clawing at his body, drawing blood, trying to run away from the onslaught of pleasure, but he just follows, grabbing my thighs, locking me in place and burying his face deeper, grunting like he’s high off my pleasure.
“I’m not done,” he growls. “You don’t stop vhen body tells you stop. You cum until I say it’s over,” he grits. His tongue is slow, teasing, barely brushing my clit. “I vant you to cry for it,” he says, licking me softly. Cruel.
I quiver breathless on the table, pussy sputtering cum, leaking like a broken faucet. I look down at him, feeling so fucking good, sore pussy singing at the relief as his cool, rough tongue massages it.
“M-more,” I moan greedily.
“You vant more after you beg Misha to eat you properly?” He kisses my inner thighs as I pant hungrily, running my tongue over my lips and sobbing.
“Please, Misha.” He hums, dipping two fingers in like he’s testing the heat, then curling them.
“Mmm. Better, but not enough. Tell me vhat are you begging for?” he demands, and my heart races.
“D-do I h-have to say it?”
“Da, tell Misha vhat zhis slutty pussy really vants.” He gently moves his middle finger in and out of my pussy, making me whine and cry harder. Fuck, this asshole is just teasing me!
“You, damnit! I want you! A… and them! I want everything you have for me,” I admit, defeated.
“Good girl.” He stands, his big body squeezing between my legs. “I said I vould give you everyzhing?” he pulls out his dick and gently rubs it between m pussy lips. I swear the whole house could burn down around us, and I wouldn’t notice.
All I can see is him, big, scarred chest rising and falling like he’s trying to stay calm, and his hands all over me, massaging my body. God, I want him…
“You don’t have to hold back,” I whimper, wanting everything even though I shouldn’t, but his hands tighten around my hips like a damn shackle, and he growls.
“But I do, Pechenye. You don’t understand how bad I’ll vreck zhis pussy if I don’t.” My breath catches as he leans down, taking my lips into a kiss, running his tongue over mine, slow and deep.
“B-but I want you to…” I gasp as his lines himself up with my pussy hole, making me bite back a groan and arch my back as he painfully eases that monster inside me slowly. God. I feel him just grinding between my thighs, heavy and unrelenting, and he’s not even all the way inside yet.
“You zhink I don’t vant to?” he mutters. “You zhink I don’t vant to mark you and zhis pussy as mine? Fuck you so deep you see me in behind your eyelids? Fuck you so hard your knees go veak vhen you see me?” he growls, searing me from the inside.
“M-Misha! Pl…” I pant, heart about to explode from how good he feels. “Please!” I whimper and try to move my hips again, but he pins me down, palm splayed against my belly.
“Net …” His voice drops. “Tell me vho’s ze Master of zhis pussy?” He bottoms out inside of me, and I cry out, squirting in a silent scream, trembling.
“YOOOUUU!!!” I cry out.
“Good girl. Zhen milk your master’s dick, Pechenye.” he murmurs low, pulling out and rocking into me agonizingly slow, and it’s worse them him pounding me… this is the best and worst torture I have ever felt in my life.
My eyes are blurry, my head is pounding, I hear a beeping in my ears, and my breath is gone.
“I… I c-can’t…” I wheeze. “F-faster!” I cry, the ache in my belly bringing me to tears, the searing pain and pleasure in my pussy driving me mad.
“Tell me vho’s in zhis pussy.”
“MASTERRRRRSSSSSS IN THIS PUSSY!!!!”
“F-fuck—” he hisses, lips brushing my temple. “Take zhis dick, Pechenye. My voman knows how to handle everyzhing I throw at her.” He slams slowly in me, hitting something in my gut that literally has me twitching.
“Ughhhnnnnn!” I choke out.
“Come on, take your master’s dick. Zhis is my pussy right?
” He pulls out slowly, slamming back in me, making me convulse and my heart beat in my throat.
I claw at his back, gasping, wound so tight, feeling him pulse inside of me to the point I really feel as if I’ve died.
“Say it for me again.” He leans down, growling in my ear.
“Who does zhis pussy belong to?” he grits, sweating, panting just as hard as I am.
“IT’S YOURS MASTER! THIS PUSSY IS YOURSSSSSSSY-YOURS!! AAAAHHHH HHUUUNNNGGGGGGNNNNNN!” I choke, squirting so much my stomach hollows out.
“Fucking right zhis my pussy!” He grins down at me slamming deep in me causing tears to spill from my eyes.
“MASSTTTERRRRR MASSSTTTTERRRRR MASSSTTTTERRRRR! FUCK ME MORE! PLEASEEEEE!!!” I cry out and he chuckles.
“As you vish Pechenye.” He rams into me once more, gushing nut all in my pussy, leaving me no choice but to fall apart once more, feeling myself squeeze down so hard, greedy and needy like my body’s begging to be filled.
In his arms, my entire body trembles, as an animalistic growl arises from him and makes my pussy throb.
I look up at him as he doesn’t even pull out of me, but he reaches to grab a blanket sitting on the chair and wraps us up, carrying me out in the cold, uncaring of who sees.
As we pass the guards and his family members, I want to crawl into a hole and expire, but no one says anything, and even if they did, all I can hear is my heartbeat, thudding in my ears like it’s trying to warn me. Damn, this man really got me in a choke hold.
His arms are warm around me as he carries me down the hallway like I’m not a full-grown woman coming apart at the seams, ruined, stretched, and sore in places I didn’t know could ache.
I barely register the door creaking open until my back hits soft sheets, the silk gliding against my skin like a whispered apology for everything my body has been through at the hands of this man and his people.
“Th-this isn’t my room,” I whisper, and he takes my lips into a kiss.
“It is now.” Father God in heaven, what am I supposed to do when you make men like this?
When Misha finally pulls out and tosses the blanket that was around us somewhere, I see him pull off his half-unbuttoned shirt, never taking his eyes off me as he climbs in beside me, dipping the bed so much my body rolls to him on its own.
“Ah!” He catches me, scooping me into his arms, leaning over me, chest brushing mine as he props himself on one arm. His lips graze my ear, kissing lower. “W-wait, Misha, wh—” he raises a brow at me and I sputter out a breath.” I… m-mean Master… a-are we d-doing it again?”
“Vhat? Did you zhink I vas going to be done after a taste, Pechenye?” he murmurs, voice low and rough with hunger. My belly flips watching the moonlight pool around him, almost making his grey eyes glow. My breath catches and my heart thumps, feeling like I’m in a furnace.
“I…I’m sorry Master I made a mistake…” I whisper with excitement, nut pouring out of me because I should have known there was no damn way he would be done after that. I swallow as he rips my shirt off, sucking my tender nipples.
He trails between my thighs, kissing them. I pant, feeling a glob of cum slip out of me, leaving him to run his tongue over my pussy, scooping it up.
“Da, you did. Now let’s learn ze real rules. If your Master demands you spread zhat pussy like good girl…” He raises a brow and my heart squeezes with want.
I wheeze, out of breath. Looking down at him, I really feel like my heart is going to explode, but I don’t have time to die right now. I pant, biting my lip, opening my legs, and he grabs them by the knees, making my knees touch my shoulders.
“I open my pussy as my Master demands without question.” I pant and he snarls, and I swear it rattles the windows before leaning down going on what looks like all fours truly looking like a bear.
And in my delusion my heart damn near stops when I swear I see his tongue elongate as he dips is sliding it so deep in my pussy my eyes cross and my back arch off the bed.
“Good girl now let your Master clean you up. I plan on taking my time tonight.” He hums and I pause, shaking.
“W-what about Grandpa Viktor?” I ask and he cocks his head to the side.
“Vhat about him?” he questions, sliding his tongue in my pussy. Well damn… I run my nails over his shoulders and lose my mind in him all night like I swore I wouldn’t.