Chapter 26
Chloe
When the aftershocks finally subside, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching for more. My body melts into the floor, and I barely register the coarse weave of the rug against my over-sensitive flesh.
In the dim light, his expression appears unreadable. “Get back up.”
His voice, rough with desire, injects me with renewed energy. I settle back on my heels, my thighs spread slightly.
He shakes his head. “No. On the floor. Face down, ass up.”
My heart hammers against my ribs as I comply, lowering my chest to the carpet, pressing my cheek against the scratchy fibers, presenting my exposed, vulnerable ass. I expect the blunt pressure of him, seeking entrance.
I want him inside me, filling the emptiness his fingers left behind.
Instead, his hands settle on my ass, spreading me open.
Then the wet heat of his tongue laps my dirtiest place.
I jerk forward, a gasp tearing from my throat.
I can’t decide if I’m trying to retreat or just shocked. The sensation isn’t unpleasant, but he…he can’t just do that, can he?
He smacks my ass, the sting sharp against my already sensitized skin. “Don’t move.”
“But that’s my…you’re…I…” I fail to form a coherent sentence as his tongue slides over my puckered flesh.
He grabs my hips, yanking me back. “I know exactly what I’m doing. And if you move again, I’ll use my belt next time. Understand?”
The threat vibrates my body with a dark, illicit thrill.
I’ve never been spanked before tonight. Never even considered the possibility. But my pussy clenches with need at the thought of his belt slapping my skin. Just like his tongue’s doing now.
I guess tonight is a flurry of firsts.
“I understand.”
“Good.” He smooths his hand over the small of my back. “You’re doing so well, Chloe.” His voice, warmer and softer than just a moment ago, leaves me fizzy with happiness.
The approval only heightens my desire to please him.
His mouth is on me again, his tongue exploring places no one has ever touched. I bite back a moan while fighting the instinct to curl away. I’m grateful for the shower I managed before we left my house.
But still…this is so taboo, a part of me can’t believe it’s happening.
Another part of me never wants this to end.
A darker part yearns for him to go farther.
And another wonders if he might allow me to return the favor.
His tongue orbits my entrance, teasing and tasting before moving lower and finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The dual sensation overwhelms me. His mouth on my most sensitive places, his hands gripping my ass and holding me open for his exploration.
I moan into the rug, my fingers clutching at nothing.
I hear a little hum from him—approval, maybe—and the sensations compound.
I can’t even fathom ever doing this with someone else.
But Kolya…
This lying, predatory, inexplicable man…is everything I never knew I wanted.
His tongue presses more insistently, ever so slightly breaching the tight ring of muscle, and all my thoughts vanish.
A thin stream of shame winds through me, sparking off a torrent of pleasure.
He alternates between my pussy and my ass, never staying in one place long enough for me to adjust or prepare. It’s maddening and perfect, him teetering me on the knife’s edge of pleasure but never letting me fall.
“Please…” I sob, though I’m not even sure what I’m begging for. More? Release? For him to stop? For him to never stop? For him to screw me like there’s no tomorrow?
He responds by sliding two fingers into my pussy while his tongue continues its merciless assault on my ass. I cry out at the penetration, my body trembling with the intensity of the stimulation.
Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, a thought forms.
He knows.
Kolya knows my body better than I do myself and understands what will bring me pleasure before I’ve even considered it.
If I surrender to him…if I follow his commands, trust his judgment…I’ll experience pleasure beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.
The silent revelation pulses through me like wildfire, setting every nerve ending ablaze.
My mind breaks, folds, collapses. Everything goes white and calm.
With my head emptied, my body’s suspended in a perfect moment of absolute submission. I’m floating, weightless, free from fear or doubt.
Only Kolya and the sensations he’s invoking remain.
The sharp crack of his hand against my ass shatters the peace, hurtling me back into myself. But this time, it’s a reward rather than a punishment.
He mixes the pain with the pleasure until they’re indistinguishable from one another.
I’ve barely known this man a week, and already he reads me like I’m his favorite book.
I want him to rifle through my pages, memorize my text.
And I want to memorize his.
“More.” The word tears free from a deep, hidden part of me. “Please. More.”
Kolya’s dark chuckle vibrates my entire being. “Anything for my good girl.” His hand comes down again, more forcefully this time, the sting blooming into a fire that radiates through my core.
I’m beyond shame now, beyond thought.
There is only desire and need, only this moment where I am perfectly and completely his.
I’m quaking, struggling to hold the position he’s placed me in. My muscles quiver with exhaustion and anticipation. When his hands stroke my breasts, I nearly collapse, relief and disappointment warring within me.
He torments my nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until I whimper, pleading for more. His relentless touch travels from my breasts to between my legs, where he finds me soaking wet and ready.
“Please.”
“Please what?” His body forms a solid wall of heat behind me. “Use big girl words.”
In my current state of arousal, that’s an easy command to follow. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me. Now.”
The noise that escapes him—half growl, half laugh—rumbles between us. “Since you asked so nicely…”
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come already. My body is both wrung out and hypersensitive, every nerve ending raw and exposed.
I should feel sated, but I’m not.
Only he can fill the emptiness inside me, satisfy the hunger that’s been building since I first saw him.
When he finally pushes inside me, the stretch is almost too much.
I gasp, my body tensing around the intrusion.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. Just takes me with the same ruthless efficiency he applies to everything.
I arch my spine, writhing against him.
His fingers dig into my hips. “So tight. So perfect.”
The praise washes over me, seeping into my skin like rain into parched earth. I yearn to be everything he says I am.
Perfect.
Good.
His.
His hand fists my hair, and he pushes me back down. “I said face down, ass up.”
“Yes, sir.” I can’t believe I just said that, but when he drags his fingertips across my scalp, rewarding me, I’m glad I did.
He sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me forward on the rug.
The rough fibers scrape my knees and palms. My nipples too. The slight burn only heightens the bliss, creating a feedback loop of sensation that compounds with every movement.
His hands clutch my hips, and I quiver as he groans. The sounds spark even more pleasure.
It’s too much, too intense.
Just enough. Just right.
My body is pliant, eager. My head floats weightlessly. An unnamed pressure grasps my heart, growing with every single touch.
Continuous moans slip from my lips, sounds I barely recognize.
“You take my cock so well.” The words add another layer of pleasure on top of the slap of skin against skin. “Like you were made for it. Made for me.”
“I was made for you.” I can no longer contain the rapidly mounting pleasure. My arms give out, my cheek pressing into the carpet as he continues pounding into me. The new angle hits deep inside, drawing cries from my lips with each thrust.
The bliss spirals tighter, a coil winding past the point of snapping.
He pulls out, leaving me tottering on the edge.
Before I can protest the loss, he lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed, the soft mattress a stark contrast to the rough rug.
I bounce once and settle, gazing up at him through a haze of desire.
He stands at the edge of the bed, his body powerful and intimidating in the dim light. His cock juts out, slick with my arousal, and I lick my lips unconsciously. He tracks the movement, his expression darkening with renewed hunger.
“What position should you be in?”
I want to say, “Kneeling,” but that’s not what he wants.
The answer springs to my lips. “Face down, ass up.”
He grants me a slow, approving smile. “That’s my good girl.”
My core clenches as I roll over and position myself as instructed. The sheets cool my overheated skin, providing momentary relief that does nothing to dampen the raging fire inside me.
The bed dips as he kneels behind me.
His hands smooth over my ass with an almost reverent touch. “Beautiful.”
I flush at the simple praise.
Then he’s pushing inside me again, the slide easier now but no less intense.
His groan rips from his chest. “Fuck, Chloe. You feel so good.”
The use of my name—my real name, not “good girl” or some other endearment—hits me hard. Despite the chaos and the danger and my erratic behavior, I’m still me. And we share a genuine connection between us.
I, Chloe Jane Davidson, choose this. To follow his orders and share this experience with him.
He moves slowly at first before building to that same relentless rhythm. One hand slips around me to find my clit.
I’m hovering on the edge of another orgasm when his finger circles my asshole.
My muscles tense. Do I want this?
I’ve said no before. Afraid it would hurt and turn me into a kind of woman I’m not…
Except, maybe I am.
I relax as he pushes the tip inside.
Even that little bit overwhelms me in the best possible way.
With his cock stuffing my pussy and the head of his finger breaching my ass in tandem, the climbing pressure becomes almost unbearable.
But I have no desire to stop.
I crave everything he can give me. I wriggle my butt against him, and he obliges my silent request by working his finger in and out alongside his cock.
I’ve never felt so completely possessed, so utterly claimed. In this moment, every part of me belongs to him.
“Such a dirty girl.” His sensual voice caresses my mind. “Taking my cock in your pussy, my finger in your ass. What would the parents think if they could see their sweet Miss Chloe now?”
The words should horrify me. Instead, they spiral me higher, the taboo adding another layer to the swelling ecstasy.
“They’d never believe it.” His pace quickens. “Their proper teacher, bent over and begging for it…taking me so well. Made just for me.”
I tremble and grasp the sheets so tightly, my knuckles ache. “Yes.” The word comes out as more of a gasp. “Yes. Please don’t stop.”
His finger sinks in deeper while his cock hits that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.
I’m close—so close—teetering on the precipice of what promises to be the most explosive orgasm of my life.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want to come on my cock.”
“I want it.” The words spill out in a rushed moan. “I want to come on your cock. Please, Kolya, please. Let me come.”
“Come for me, Chloe.”
His use of my name again hurtles me over the edge.
I shriek into the mattress as I convulse around him, squeezing him as waves of pleasure crash over me. The white noise in my mind stretches on forever while ecstasy pulsates through me, until I lose all sense of myself.
When I start to return to myself, his rhythm falters. His rough breath skates over my spine. “Where do you want me to come? In your pussy?”
For the first time in my life, I consider a third possibility. But my need takes over. “In my mouth. So I can taste you.”
He groans, primal and approving. “Fuck, yes.” He pulls out and flips me over with ease.
I scramble to position myself, opening my mouth as he towers over the bed.
He fists my hair, yanks me forward, and taps the head of his cock against my mouth. I suck him in. The mingled flavors of our desire stoke my own hunger.
His hips snap forward as he fucks my mouth with the same intensity he used on my pussy.
Gagging, I relax my throat, striving to please him the way he’s pleased me. His grip on my head tightens, his movements becoming erratic as he nears his release.
“That’s it.” He grunts, his hips bucking, his eyes locked on mine. “Take it all, just like that. My sweet little dushka.”
Though I don’t understand the meaning, the Russian word launches a fresh wave of arousal. I moan around his thickness, and the vibration propels him past the point of control.
With a final thrust, he comes, hot and thick down my throat.
I swallow greedily, ingesting everything he has to give.
Once he’s empty, he hoists me into his arms. We collapse on the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts.
His hand strokes my hair, a gentle touch at odds with the rough passion of moments before. “Good girl.” His lips slide along my temple as the praise settles into my bones like a blessing. “My good, brave girl.”
With his arms around me and his taste on my tongue, I recognize two truths.
I am his.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.