Chapter 18
Eighteen
“No power exchange, no rules. You tell me what feels good. What you need.”
Sofie nodded shakily. The boldness that had allowed her to declare what she wanted—to have sex with him—and then kiss him when it looked like he was going to insist on more talking had deserted her now that they were once more in the room where she’d slept.
She was sitting on the end of the mattress. The thin, heavy duvet was still on the floor where Colette had tossed it. According to a tag on one corner, it was leakproof.
And the fact that she was thinking about the duvet instead of sex was proof of how nervous she was.
Andrei was on the far side of the room, and the space between them somehow made her more nervous. But the way he looked, leaning back against the wall, his head tilted just slightly, his thick lashes partially veiling his eyes, was so sexy that arousal was quickly overtaking nervousness.
“I will,” she rushed to say.
“I'm not sure I believe you, Angel.”
“It's true. Now you know all my secrets. I don't have anything else to hide.”
“That's a lie. Because there are things about you that I don't know and I want to.”
“What things?”
Andrei pushed away from the wall, sliding his hands into his pockets. “You mentioned toys. What toys do you have?”
She was definitely blushing, but was going to pretend she wasn't. “I have a vibrator.”
“Be specific.”
“It’s shaped like a rose.”
“A clit sucker.”
She’d never considered the word clit, sexy until she heard him say it.
“Y-yes.”
“What else?”
“A dildo.”
“How big, what shape, what color?”
“It’s just…plain. Pink. Straight. It vibrates too, but not like the rose.”
Andrei started toward her, step-by-step, like a big cat stalking prey. “And how do you use the dildo?”
“Like a dildo?”
“Do you slide it in and out of your pussy, or do you push it in and hold it there? Do you fuck yourself fast or slow?”
Sofie closed her eyes and swallowed, arousal flowing over and through her in waves. The sexual interrogation was embarrassing yet sexy.
“I usually push it in a bit and just…leave it there while I get the rose.”
“And does the dildo stay, or is your pussy hot and wet?” His gaze slid up and down her seated form. “So wet that when you clench down because of the vibrations on your clit the dildo slides out?”
Sofie pressed the backs of her hands to her cheeks, trying to cool the heat. The slight smile that curved Andrei’s lips turned into a full grin.
“Answer me, Sofie.”
“It slides out, but usually I try and go fast. I, um, insert the dildo and get the rose in place. Then I close my legs, and that holds them both in place.”
Andrei was right in front of her now. She braced herself for his touch, expecting him to draw her to her feet and then help her out of her clothes.
Instead, he knelt, hands braced on the outside of each thigh. He pressed, forcing her legs that were already together, into tighter contact.
“Like this?”
“Y-yes.”
“And do you lie there still and quiet? Waiting? Or do you work your hips? Do you hump the air, trying to imagine it’s a real cock inside you?”
“I lie still. I tried one time, to move, but all by myself it felt…” She shrugged, not sure if “stupid” or “silly” was a better fit.
He didn't linger on that question, his next word drawing her right back into the sensual spell he was weaving. “And where are your hands? Are they playing with your pretty nipples? Clenching the pillow?”
“I play with my nipples first. Before the vibrators.”
“Then where are your hands while the vibrators are working on your pretty cunt?”
“I…” She ducked her head. “This is embarrassing.”
“There is nothing you can tell me that will change how I feel about you.”
Her breath caught, and she slowly looked up. There was something stark in his gaze when it met hers.
He looked away first, but only for a moment.
“There is nothing you can say or admit that will lessen my desire. No kink I won’t at least consider.”
“I have a scarf. A long scarf. It’s looped around a slat of my bed.”
He watched her, attentive and nonjudgmental.
“I grab the ends and wrap them around my wrists.”
His brows rose in surprised, but he nodded in encouragement.
“I make it tight, so I can feel the pressure.” She gripped one wrist with the opposite hand. “I know it's just me, holding onto the ends to keep everything in place, but it feels so much better, easier, when I do that.”
“Oh, Angel, you’re going to love rope bondage.”
She felt her own eyes widen. “Are we going to do that?”
Again, Andrei looked away. “No. Tonight, there’s no toys. No kinks. Just us. What you like on your own might not be what you like with a partner.”
She opened her mouth to ask if they could try rope bondage later, then.
Except there was no later. He said he understood, but he’d made it clear he didn't want her to return to her home. To her life.
Before those thoughts could derail her, Andrei brought her back to this moment by rising and pulling her to her feet.
“Any other toys you want to tell me about?” His fingers skimmed up her sides to her shoulders, then traced the line of her collarbones in and down until he reached the first button of her loose shirt.
“I bought a plug,” she blurted out as he slipped the button free.
“An anal plug?”
“Yes.”
“Have you used it?”
“Twice. I really like pushing it in and taking it out, but it was kind of boring just having it in.”
Andrei took several deep breaths, leaning forward so he could rest his forehead on hers as he did. “You’re killing me, Angel.”
“Killing in a good way?”
“The best way. And now, I know that you like having your ass fucked, not just filled.”
“Oh. Yes, that sounds right. Fucked not just filled.”
Andrei groaned low in his throat, slipping the last button free.
“Take it off for me,” he murmured.
Sofie shrugged free of the shirt, her nipples hard inside the lacy bralette.
“Now the pants.” His words were straddling the line between question and command.
“When you’re ready,” he added, almost as an afterthought.
“Please. You don’t have to… I want this. I will tell you if I don’t.”
He watched her, a question in his dark gaze.
“Don’t ask me,” she blurted out, cheeks hot. “Tell me. Command me. I like that. It feels…right.”
“You're so beautifully submissive. The things I would do to you in a full, working club…”
Andrei carefully gripped one wrist, pressing her hand against her own hip and guiding it down until her fingers caught the waistband of her underwear. A silent command to remove them.
She slipped them down her thighs, then wiggled her legs until they hit the floor.
“Now the bra.”
Finally, she was naked before him, like she’d been that first night.
But there was a difference, because though she’d asked him to be dominant and commanding, he wasn’t a Dom in this moment.
Sofie reached out, pressing her hands to his stomach.
He watched her as she watched her hands slowly draw his shirt up, exposing centimeter by centimeter of smooth skin. When she had the fabric up around his ribs, Andrei took over, reaching behind his neck to pull the shirt off with one smooth motion.
Sofie started to kneel as he had so she could undo his pants and pull them off, but Andrei cupped her elbows, keeping her on her feet.
“No, Angel. You don’t kneel tonight.”
He shucked his pants but kept on his boxers, which clung to his ass and thighs in a way she found wonderfully sexy.
They also showed off the very large bulge of his cock.
She felt him in her mouth, in her throat, but now imagining that cock in other places had a twinge of nervousness dancing up her spine.
“I've never done this before,” she rushed out, feeling compelled to remind him.
“Now you tell me?”
Sofie giggled, then slapped a hand over her mouth. That wasn't a sexy sound. Quickly, she looked at his cock. It looked like it was the same size as a second ago. She relaxed, seeing that her comment hadn’t killed his arousal.
Andrei tugged her hand from her mouth, then kept hold of it as he pulled her around to the side of the bed.
To her surprise, he climbed on first and sat in the middle with his back against the headboard.
“Come here, Angel.”
Practically vibrating with nervous excitement, Sofie crawled across the bed to him, remembering the way she crawled across the floor when he ordered her to.
With soft words and firm hands, he guided her into position until she was straddling his thighs. Her own thigh muscles trembled in anticipation. Her wet, needy sex was bare and spread, the bulge of his cock close but not yet touching.
“Kiss me.”
She blinked in confusion.
“Kiss me, Sofie.”
Hands on his shoulders, she leaned in and down, pressing her lips to his. She was prepared for a quick hot kiss. A small appetizer before the entrée.
Instead, the kiss was slow and lingering. He teased and sucked her lips and tongue. The longer he kissed her, the more she relaxed into it, no longer focused on what would come next but instead on what was happening now.
She finally did the thing she'd imagine so many times, gently biting and sucking his full lower lip.
Gradually the kiss got more intense. His hand tangled in her hair to hold her still as his tongue thrust into her mouth, fucking her there the way he had with his cock.
His other hand cupped one breast, and when his thumb swiped over her nipple, she jerked free of the kiss to gasp.
“Please, Andrei. Please.”
“Anything, Angel. Anything.” He eased her back until she was sitting on his thighs, both hands on her breasts now.
He pressed them together, thumbing her nipples before switching to a gentle pinch.
“What feels better? This, or this.” He gently scraped the very tip of her nipple with one blunt fingertip, while the other was pinched and rolled.
“I…oh, I don’t?—”
“Or maybe this.” Bracing a hand against the middle of her back, he leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Teeth and tongue worked the sensitive nub, the constant stimulation making her hips start to rock back and forth. Her other nipple was twisted and tugged, the sensation occasionally tipping into the realm of pain, which only made it better.
Sofie tangled her hands in his short hair, anchoring herself to him the way she anchored herself to her own bed with makeshift restraints.
“Please, please,” she whimpered.
“Let me see if you’re ready,” he murmured against her breast. “Hips up.”
She lifted her ass off his thighs, making space for him to slip a hand between her splayed legs.
The first touch of his fingers on her slippery flesh was almost enough. Maybe would have been if she hadn’t jerked hard in reaction to the feel of two fingers sliding over her.
“You’re so wet. So ready for me.”
“Yes. I am. Please.”
“You come for me first.”
“No, no. I want to come with you inside me.”
“Maybe you will, but it’s your first time, and penetration orgasms aren’t guaranteed. However, I am very sure that if I do this…” He pressed his fingers on either side of her clit and started to rub in short up and down motions. “You’ll come.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She nodded so frantically she almost knocked their heads together. Luckily, he still had a hand tangled in her hair and pulled hard, forcing her head back, her upper body into an arch, before she could headbutt him.
The pressure against her scalp only made it better as his fingers worked her up and down, up and down. Not too hard or fast. Only pausing when he slid his fingers down to bring more of her arousal fluid up to her clit.
She’d transferred her hands from his head to his shoulders, holding on tight to keep her balance as he bent her back with a hand in her hair. Her leg muscles started to shake, and she didn’t dare breathe deep, lest she deflate the slowly building pressure inside her.
Then he leaned in, sucking on the nipple that had before now, only had his fingers.
Pleasure washed over and through her. Clit and nipple both sending frantic pleasure signals racing through her body.
The orgasm was low and hot, rumbling through her like an earthquake. It made her teeth clench and her thighs tighten on his. The pinnacle went on and on as his fingers slowed but didn’t stop rubbing her clit.
Finally, she collapsed against him, slumping on his chest. The air in the room felt cold against her sweat-dampened skin, but she didn’t have to shiver for long.
Andrei wrapped and arm around her then rolled them to the side until she was on her back with him over her, his hips nestled between her thighs.
“Do you think you’re ready for this?” His voice was rough, and as he braced himself above her, she saw that she wasn’t the only one who was trembling.
“If you need to, we’ll stop, and I’ll use my fingers.”
She nodded, nervous but still flush with pleasure.
Andrei sat up, first reaching around behind himself and grabbing the condom he’d apparently stashed in the waistband of his boxers.
He climbed off the bed for a moment to shuck his boxers, then was back in place between her spread legs.
He was beautiful.
Muscled but not muscular, with smooth skin that she wanted to lick. His cock was erect, the tip a deeper color than the shaft.
It looked huge.
She watched him roll the condom onto his dick, surprised at how sheer the condom was. When he was finished, she couldn’t really see it except for the ring at the base of his cock.
With that done, he focused on her, looking over her naked, spread body with a casual possessiveness.
“Knees up. Brace your feet on the mattress.”
Sofie repositioned herself, not looking away from his cock.
“Did you know that in classical antiquity, large penises were a sign of poor self-control and stupidity?”
Her nervousness had expressed itself as useless art facts. She winced.
Andrei took it in stride. “Is that why all the statues have small dicks?”
“Yes.”
Andrei looked at his own cock, lips twitching before he shrugged.
“Call me a dumb brute, then.”
Sofie giggled, then immediately worried she’d killed the mood.
“I love the sound of your laugh,” he murmured.
A softer emotion slid through her, and she was getting ready to tell him that she loved his smile and his?—
Andrei gently pressed her thighs open wider, bending a little to look at her spread, ready pussy. Worries about what to say and maybe killing the mood shifted to worries about what came next.
He stroked her sex from clit down to vagina. Gently he inserted one finger.
She sucked in a breath and held it, adjusting to the sensation.
Only to release that air on a gasp when his finger curled inside her and an unexpected throb of pleasure rippled through her.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes… G spot?”
“Exactly. Have you ever touched yourself here?”
“No. I tried to angle the dildo one time but it didn’t work.”
“You need something curved.” He thrust his curled finger, rubbing against her.
“Oh. Oh!”
“If we had time, I’d experiment on this sweet body. Try and see all the different ways I can make you come. Or at least bring you to that edge of pleasure and then use your sweet clit to push you over.”
If we had time…
Andrei withdrew his finger and lowered himself on top of her. Braced on one elbow, he leaned slightly to the side, his other hand gripping his cock.
“Look at me, Angel.”
Nervously, she obeyed, holding his gaze as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the valley of her sex. Her orgasm-sensitive skin gave a jolt every time the smooth, blunt head of his cock rubbed against it.
Finally, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance and didn't move it away. It felt impossibly big and blunt compared to her dildo.
She managed to refrain from asking if he was sure it would fit, but couldn't stop herself from stammering out, “Will you go slow?”
“Of course I will. Slow and gentle…until you need me to not be.”
Andrei released his cock and shifted so now he was braced on both elbows above her. Even that small movement pushed his cock a little deeper inside her. She felt the stretch, a faint almost-burn.
But more than that, she felt a desperate need to be filled. To have him deep and hard inside her so that when her pussy clenched, she had that thick, hot flesh to clench around.
Andrei kissed her cheeks, eyelids, and finally her lips.
“Slow and gentle,” he vowed as he gently eased his cock into her.
She had no idea how much of him was inside her when it momentarily became too much and she whimpered. The skin around her entrance felt too tight and though she knew it wouldn't, she was worried it would rip.
“I want you to tilt your hips. Don’t arch your back, imagine pressing your lower back against the mattress. Yes, just like that.”
All it took was a small adjustment, and the tight sensation eased, even as his cock slid deeper.
Andrei withdrew all the way, but before she could make a panicked noise, he thrust in. A bit faster, though not fast, and this time, it was much easier to take him.
“I'm almost all the way in.” He was panting, and a sheen of sweat shown on his forehead. “Do you think you can take it all?”
“Yes. I want all of you inside me.”
He groaned and thrust hard, seating the full length of his cock inside her. He was so deep that his pelvis pressed against her and she could feel his balls against her ass.
Andrei shifted his arm position, gripping one breast. He squeezed her nipple, harder than he had before, and a jolt of pleasure made her pussy clutch around him.
“I felt that, Angel. Felt you get so tight.”
Maybe it should have scared her that he seemed to be at the edge of his own control. This was her first time, and perhaps it would have been better that he remained entirely calm and collected.
But she thought back to that thing she’d read—that being desired was the strongest aphrodisiac. She thought there might've been an addendum to that. One that said that seeing the effect you had on another person was the strongest aphrodisiac.
She felt both powerful and powerless watching him grit his teeth as he slowly withdrew. As if it took every fiber of his being to maintain a control that she was slowly shredding.
He started with a gentle, deep thrust. Pulling almost all the way out before easing in again.
It felt deliciously good. Both exactly the way she'd imagined, and so much more.
But the longer it went on, it wasn't just her arousal that built but a deep frustration.
“More,” she begged. “I need more.”
He stilled. “When you say more, do you mean harder…”
His hips pulled back and then slammed into hers, so hard it made a slapping sound and her body scooted up the mattress an inch.
“Or faster.”
Again, he pulled back, only to thrust in once, twice, a third time. Not going as deep but moving fast.
Sofie wrapped her arms around him, nails digging into his back.
“Deeper,” she demanded.
The slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room. Each time he thrust in, he ground against her, and sometimes, the angle was just right, and she felt a twinge in what she could now confirm was her G-spot.
A pleasure far deeper than the vibrator-induced orgasms she was used to, and even the clit-rubbing one he'd just given her started to build.
“I think…I don’t know if I can come, but I feel like I can.” She was aware that didn't make sense but hoped he understood.
“Slide one hand down between us and see if you can rub your clit.”
They were both slick with sweat, making it easy to wiggle her arm into position, her middle finger poised on her clit.
“I need to fuck you hard and fast. I want you to rub your clit until you come. If you come before I do, you can stop rubbing, but I want you to keep your finger on your clit. Gentle pressure. Then start rubbing again.”
She nodded, past the point of being able to speak because she followed his commands, even as he gave them, her middle finger circling gently around her wet, swollen clit.
He tucked his arms under her shoulders, hands curling up from behind to hook over her shoulders and hold her in place as he fucked her hard and fast.
It was relentless and unforgiving. Again and again, his cock slid into her virgin pussy.
The orgasm took her by surprise, her eyes widening as her muscles started to shake. She almost jerked her hand away, remembering his order at the last minute and keeping her hand in place, fingertip pressing on the hood of her clit. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and orgasming around a thick, hot dick was exactly as wonderful as she’d always imagined.
“Again,” he growled.
Her finger started circling her clit, once more almost without her conscious decision to do so. She was a creature of pure pleasure, more than willing to obey his every command because she knew in his words, she would find the path to that next peak.
His thrusts became uneven, his breathing unsteady. She watched him from beneath her lashes as his face tightened. When they’d come together before he'd been entirely in control and she'd loved that.
But she loved this too. Watching him succumb to this base desire and pure need.
“Fuck. Angel. Fuck.”
He thrust both hard and deep, rocking her body with the force of it, and then he was shuddering above her, and she swore she could feel his cock twitching inside her as he came.
In that moment of climax, his gaze met hers, and dozens of sunrises and sunsets passed as time ceased to have meaning. It was only them. Only this moment.
Then Andrei lowered his mouth to hers, sealing this perfect moment with a kiss.