Chapter Thirty-Six #2
“ Ty takaya krasivaya, zayka .” I angle myself deeper, kissing her earlobe. “You take my punishment so well.”
“Punish… ment?” Her voice is shaky.
I thrust in deep, making her moan, and then I pull out almost all the way before slamming back in again. “You’ll learn your place, little one. You will.”
I land another sharp slap on her ass, then pull her hair back, baring her throat. “ Prosha , scream for me, zayka .”
My mouth finds the sensitive skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, teeth grazing her skin. She gasps, body bucking wildly as I bite down lightly, sucking a spot just below her ear.
“ Tak, tak, zaychik. ” I slide my hand down over her mound, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts. “That’s it, kisa . Come for me again.”
“No… No, I…” She sucks in a sharp breath as I vibrate my fingertip faster. “Fuck!” She keens, head thrown back as she shudders and jerks against me.
“Good girl.” I kiss her shoulder, then nip gently, leaving a slight bruise. “So responsive.”
I’m still hard, nowhere close to finishing. Holding her in place with my body, I raise her hips high, getting just the right angle. I don’t give her time to recover, thrusting back into her with a sharp push that makes her cry out.
“Too much?” I grin, thrusting again, and then again. “ Voz’mite vse eto. ”
“Oh. My. God!” She yells, taking my length like she was made for it. “I… hate you!”
“So, you keep saying. And yet your pussy tells me different.” I laugh, pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back into her wet heat.
She whimpers, spreading her knees to give me better access, ass lifting against me.
She’s so tight, so wet, clenching around me like a vise.
I can feel her muscles clenching, her orgasm building.
I grin, nipping her shoulder as I jack her clit faster until I feel that now-familiar stiffening within her.
I stop a moment before I feel her tip over the edge.
“Oh! Oh… fuck,” she whimpers, her hips moving as she chases the sensation. “Don’t stop,” she pants, her body undulating wildly. “Harder, Aleksei, please—”
“Wait for me,” I growl into her ear. She’s had her pleasure… now I want to time those wild spasms to roll out with my own release so she’ll milk every drop from me.
Just a few more thrusts…
Sliding out, I feel the pressure build in my balls a moment before I ram in to the hilt, tweaking her clit.
She screams, body tensing as she comes again, nails digging into my arms. I groan, feeling the walls of her pussy flutter around my cock.
My rhythm falters, her orgasm pushing me over the edge. I hold myself deep inside her, my chest to her back, grunting as I start to come, my release coating her walls.
“Blyad,” I bite out, my hips jerking spasmodically as she tightens around me in mind-numbing waves. My eyes are squeezed shut, and there are entire constellations of stars swirling around in my head as sensation floods through me.
“Oh, my God. Oh my God!” she babbles, the words unintelligible as the pillow swallows the sound.
I sink into her, my arms wrapping around her as I ride out the aftershocks.
Her body clenches around me, those tight little ripples drawing the last few pulses of my orgasm. I’ve marked her, spent myself inside her. And still, I find myself wanting more.
But now, the hard part — the letting go. I force myself to pull out and roll away, conscious of the cooling stickiness between us. She shifts too, turning to face me, her eyes wary, searching my expression.
My gaze skims over her, lingering. The flush on her skin, her swollen lips, the dark nicks on her neck and shoulders from my stubble and teeth — all of it ignites my desire to claim her all over again. But that’s not going to happen.
Without a word, I stand, tucking my cock back into my pants. My hands move automatically through the familiar motions — zip, button, belt buckle. Each action creates another layer of distance between us.
Stella remains on the bed, watching me dress. Her vulnerability irritates me.
“Have I made myself clear?” I snap, tossing her discarded clothes at her.
She flinches at my tone, scrambling to straighten her clothes. Good. The sooner she understands this was punishment, not pleasure, the better.
I smooth my shirt, adjusting my cuffs.
“Aleksei…” Her voice is small, uncertain.
“The rules stand,” I tell her, my voice clipped and professional. “You’ll stay in your assigned areas. Any further… exploration will have consequences.”
I straighten my tie, erasing all traces of our encounter. When I finally face her, my expression is carved from ice.
“I trust we understand each other?”
She nods, clutching the sheet to her chest. The marks on her neck stand out against her pale skin — evidence of weakness I need to forget.
I turn toward the door, each step measured and controlled. Distance. Authority. Power. This is who I am. This is what matters.
Not the lingering scent of her on my skin. Not the echo of her cries in my ears. Not the urge to turn back, to…
“ Nyet .” I growl under my breath, squashing that dangerous thought.
I straighten my tie one final time, letting the familiar motion center me. When I turn back to face her, my expression is granite.
“Let me be perfectly clear, zaychik .” My voice carries the weight of authority I’ve spent years perfecting. “That door is off-limits. What’s behind it doesn’t concern you.”
She pulls the sheet higher, but her chin lifts in that stubborn way that simultaneously irritates and intrigues me. “And if I try again?”
“ Blyad .” I close the distance between us in two swift strides, gripping her chin. “Then what just happened will feel like foreplay.”
Her pulse jumps beneath my fingers. Good. She needs to understand the gravity of her position.
“I don’t make idle threats, Stella.” I release her chin but maintain eye contact. “The door stays closed. Your curiosity stays in check. Or next time…” I let the words hang, heavy with promise.
She swallows hard, nodding. But there’s something in her eyes — a flash of defiance that tells me this isn’t over.
“ Khorosho .” I step back. “Consider this your only warning.”
I move toward the door. Behind me, I hear her soft intake of breath, like she wants to say something more.
I don’t give her the chance.
I step out of the room and shut the door behind me.