Chapter 19 #2
I nod my approval and Natalia unbelts my pants.
The thought grips me that maybe this is how she’s been raised — to obey men like Maksim — and discomfort crawls up my throat. We need a safe word.
I grab her chin.
“If you want me to stop, at any point, tell me the word “Cherry Blossom”, okay?”
It’s the first thing that pops into my head. The trees that were in bloom on our wedding day…and the cream and rose color of her skin. I’ll probably never be able to look at those flowers again without my dick getting hard.
She tilts her head at me. “Why?” That innocent expression is exactly why. I know that as soon as she takes me in her mouth, I’m going to lose control.
“Because I’m about to get real demanding, zolotse, and I need you to know that I will stop as soon as it’s too much for you.”
Natalia’s clear green eyes soften on mine. “Got it.”
She goes straight back to kneading at the bulge in my pants.
I need to get this message understood before I’m too far gone for rational thought. I fist my hand in that silky golden hair.
“And if your mouth happens to be full, you can tap three times. Okay?” I brush my thumb over her cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
That’s partially a lie. I do want to hurt Natalia, but only in ways that she’ll enjoy. She nods, those green eyes flicking back to my cock as she pulls it out of my briefs.
Natalia dabs her tongue at the tip then pulls back in surprise. “Salty,” she murmurs, looking up at me with my precum coating those pearl pink lips.
I knew she was a virgin. I didn’t know she’d never even seen a cock before. Hell, had she even been kissed before our wedding?
“There’s no way,” I murmur as she gives my cock a tentative lick, tracing down the vein at the center. “You’ve never sucked a cock before?”
She nods in agreement, bringing that innocent gaze up to meet my eyes.
“Do you think I’ve been lying to you, husband?”
A flush creeps up her throat and she curls her hand around my cock.
I’m so fucking hard just at the thought that this is the first cock that she’s ever touched.
That, if I choose, I can make it the only.
She can barely make her fingers meet. Her glittery fingernails wink at me and suddenly, I’m so aroused I can barely speak, a surge of blood making my cock painfully hard.
“Kiss it,” I growl, more roughly than I intend.
Natalia wraps her pretty lips around me and her hot mouth is absolute bliss. Her hand, loosely wrapped around me, stops moving entirely.
This is in no way enough to get me off but there’s something frustratingly hot about it. She has no idea what she’s doing.
“Hand,” I growl, and she squeezes my cock for a few short strokes that just about send me over the edge.
Fuck, I’m throbbing with need from this inadequate attention.
I think she could just bob her head like this, with only one inch of me in her mouth, and I’d still come.
I’m not going to let her do that.
“At the same time,” I tell her. She frowns at me, pulling back. I let out a fucking groan at the absence of her mouth.
“It’s kinda hard to do both at the same time.”
“Why don’t I help out?”
I grab her hair and pull her deeper onto my cock. She seems surprised that she can fit so much of me in her mouth, then more than a little alarmed as I continue pushing into her mouth until my cock head lodges against her throat.
“This is how you suck a cock, princess. You’re not doing it right unless you’re destroying that pretty make-up.”
I trace my finger over those pretty pink lips, stretched wide. She has to open so wide just to take me, but she’s doing such a good job.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”
Those pretty green eyes are filled with tears as Natalia looks up at me. And fuck if that doesn’t get me off.
I push my cock further into her mouth to see what she’ll do, feeling the sensation of her throat convulsing around me as she gags.
Still, she doesn’t tap out.
I lose it then. “If you don’t want me to come straight down this pretty throat, you’d better tap out now.”
Natalia meets my eyes, as though daring me to stop. Too bad for her, I like a dare. I push right to the back of her throat with a deep thrust, using her mouth exactly the way I need it.
I fist both hands in her hair and tug until those wide eyes meet mine again. “Can I come down that throat, Natalia? Are you going to swallow my cum like a good girl?”
My voice turns strained as I try to hold back for one last thrust before I come, feeling weak with satisfaction. She lets out a moan as I come, which is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.
I’ve probably lasted two minutes in her mouth, through no skill on her part.
Fuck, she could have bitten my cock, and I still would have gotten off. That’s how obsessed I am.
Natalia gives a happy little sigh as I pull her to her feet, leaning against me to steady herself. As though she’s slack with pleasure, too.
“You enjoyed that?”
Natalia stares at me with confusion. “Was I… Was I not supposed to?”
How do I explain that most women would file a fucking police report after being treated like that? I ordered her to give me a blowjob, and she liked it.
“Fuck, Natalia.” Already my cock is stirring to attention again. “Did you come while you were sucking my cock?”
Her face is flushed, her green eyes shining. I grab her hand, which I see now is glistening with moisture.
Her moisture. Her… Fuck. Before I can think about what I’m doing, I’m tasting Natalia’s fingers, lapping at them like a starved man, the taste of her intoxicating.
I can’t fucking control myself. I suck her hands clean of every last drop of her release and still crave more.
What’s worse, she lets out a moan as I do it, her eyes fluttering shut, as if I needed to be reminded how touch-starved she is.
Aside from me feeding her my cock to satisfy some sick desire to bring her family to their knees — literally — I’ve barely touched her. Maybe I need to change that. If only because I need more of this addictive fucking taste.
I get the sense, as I take my sweet time licking every last drop from her right hand, that this is the most she’s every been touched.
I’m rock hard again by the time I’m done, the relief of her mouth forgotten. It opens up again inside me, this cavernous need to possess Natalia coursing through every part of my body. To lick her virgin pussy until she doesn’t know her own name.
I drop her hand just as abruptly as I took it, disgusted with myself, and back away from Natalia.
My wife. My wife who thinks I’m a monster. Who will never look at me without seeing the death of her brothers. This marriage, a torture chamber that I’ve made for myself.
How did I not see it, when I made this plan, how quickly I would fall for this woman? How her innocence, her perfection, was everything I’d never had and everything I needed all in one?
“Don’t ever touch yourself without asking me again.”
I growl it out on instinct as I leave the room. I want her to give me every one of her gasps and sighs.