18. Emily
18
EMILY
“So,” I ask Konstantin as he leads me by my hand out of the castle. “Where are we going?”
“To see some old friends,” he replies.
“Old friends?” I cock my head to the side. As far as I know, the only people here who are my friends are Ivica, and Alisa. Sima might be friendlier to me now than he had been before, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to accept him as a friend.
“You haven’t forgotten them already, have you, Kitty Cat?” Konstantin asks me as he leads me down the path.
I’m still pondering his question when the stables come into view, and that’s when it hits me.
Of course! The horses!
Following close behind in recognition is the memory of the day Konstantin and I rode the horses towards the wedding venue. I tried to ride away on the back of his horse and he had stopped that attempt with just a single command.
Heat sears my face when I remember what happened next: how he dared me to run on foot, chased me down on his horse Midas like a conquering knight, swept me up on the saddle, and …
My thighs squeeze again as a gush of wetness suddenly surges forward.
And then … I remember, there was the wedding itself. The first night when the inkling that this might be something more than just an arrangement.The first time he showed me that he cared about me.
The first time we made love, in the stables with the smell of hay and horses around us while adrenaline still coursed through both our bodies.
But the memory of the wedding also triggers something else, and I clutch Konstantin’s hand the closer we get to the horses.
“Have you found out anything about Domenico?”
The last thing I want is to talk about him. But Domenico already managed to snatch me up once already so close to the castle.
Konstantin’s face falls slightly when he hears that name, and he sighs. “Still no word. I’ve put Sima up to the task of finding him. But so far, we’re coming up empty.”
I nod. To be honest, this is pretty much what I expected. Konstantin had been so focused on rescuing me and Alisa on Capri, and with so many Ferrata men around, he didn’t have the luxury of hunting down Domenico.
“I’m sure you’ll find him,” I say.
I don’t like the idea that the man who had raped and murdered my sister, who had threatened to rape me is still out there somewhere. After all, I don’t want what is supposed to be a perfect day be ruined by any of his henchmen who might be lurking in the shadows.
“I’ve doubled the number of guards patrolling the grounds,” he says as if he can read my mind. “And my men are also searching through every corner of Dubrovnik. We’re safe here.”
“Okay.” I nod, and allow a smile to return to my face. “Are we taking them for a ride? Is Hamlet healed enough?”
“I’m more worried about you,” he admits. “I thought we would come see them, and then head out on foot to a picnic. I’m don’t know if pregnant women can even ride horses.”
“I’m not made of glass.” I sigh out of frustration. “And besides, as long as we keep things slow, I think I’ll be fine.”
He looks at me and narrows his eyes slightly, not sure if he can believe me. I can see the thoughts turning in his head, and I can tell he knows that there’s no way to dissuade me from riding.
“Fine,” he finally says. “But for safety, we’ll take Midas.” his grin returns, and the devious glint comes back into his eyes. “Just like last time.”
My pussy quivers at the way his voice rumbles in his chest. I know he’s thinking about the same thing as I am. And there’s the fact that we had been so unfortunately interrupted before either of us got what we wanted.
It doesn’t take long for us to bring Midas out of the stall and fix the saddle to his back. The Akhal-Teke with a coat that shimmers like molten gold snorts when he sees me approach.
“I think he remembers what the two of us did the last time, Kitty Cat.” Konstantin’s large hands rest on my shoulders as he whispers in my ear, and then gives it a small nibble before he pulls away.
I shiver, and although I shouldn’t feel embarrassed in front of an animal, I do.
“It’s a good thing he can’t talk,” I whisper.
“Come, Kitty Cat.” Konstantin takes my hand in his. “Your ride awaits. ”
With an effortless motion, he helps me atop of the saddle. Then, in an equally smooth motion, he hops on behind me. I scoot forward a little to give him space, but he reaches forward, circling his arm gently around my belly to pull me closer until I can feel his cock throbbing against the small of my back.
Biting my lips, I lean my entire back into him, relishing the searing heat rolling forth in waves from his body, and reach back to find the zipper on Konstantin’s pants.
“What are you doing, Kitty Cat?” He leans forward, powerful legs squeezing around mine as he urges Midas forward.
“Let me take the reins,” I breathe as I finally manage to unzip him. Wet heat pours forward as Konstantin’s heavy cock rests against my exposed skin from the keyhole back of the dress.
Slowly, he releases the reins and I grab hold of them as Midas walks forward. The bouncing motion sends Konstantin’s cock rubbing deliciously up and down my exposed back, and I hear him hiss appreciatively behind me as he leans forward to grab hold of my breasts.
Now it’s my turn to gasp. Closing my eyes, I press myself deeper into him until all space practically disappears between us. Konstantin’s cock, slippery with precum, bounces between us.
“Turn left,” he whispers, and then as if to emphasize it, he gives the corresponding breast a squeeze.
“Mmm,” I breathe as I writhe on the saddle. The sensation ripples through me and sends another surge of wetness through my pussy. I give the reins a slight tug to the left, and we start moving in that direction.
The ride doesn’t take too long, and Konstantin continues to use my breasts as if they’re my reins towards a grove of cypress trees. My pussy grows wetter with every motion between us in anticipation of what might be waiting for us at the end of the ride. Every once in a while, he buries his face into the crook of my neck and traces hot lazy circles with his tongue.
By the time he helps me off the saddle, I’m absolutely soaked. My back, my neck, and my pussy. I watch as he hitches Midas to a nearby tree, my eyes following his jutting cock the entire time, and then follow him wordlessly into the interior of the grove.
He opens the basket and lays out the blanket under the large cypress tree.
I lie back and open my legs, panting. “What are you waiting for? Don’t you want your dessert?”
Before I can even react, he throws himself towards me. His lips crush against mine and his hands hike the hem of my dress up my hips. A gentle warm breeze rises up, kissing my wet pussy and thighs, and I reach forward to squeeze his cock.
At my urging, he intensifies the kiss, and it feels like I’m inhaling the plume from a volcano. Liquid heat and searing fire flow along my tongue and down my throat. His hand hooks behind my back and undo the clasp holding my dress together. With another swift motion, he pulls the dress down to free my breasts. I breathe freely at the freedom, just in time for him to close his lips around my right nipple.
Pleasure radiates and settles in my core, and my hand tightens around his cock, slippery with precum. His other hand finds my left breast and plays with the tender flesh, his thumb drawing lazy circles around the nipple while his tongue does the same with the right.
“Oh, Konstantin …” I moan as I start stroking his cock with one hand while my other hand fists in his hair .
He gives my right nipple with one final lash with his tongue before he pulls back. I try to hold onto his cock, but it slips out of my hand. A whimper of dissatisfaction escapes my lips before I can stop myself. His powerful hands push my thighs apart and he gives my panties a light tug.
“These need to go, Kitty Cat.”
I reach down, to push them off, but he rips them apart to expose my glistening pussy. He leans in to give me one final kiss before he settles between my legs, cups my ass in his hands, and pull me close to his face.
“Oh!”
That’s the only sound I manage when his mouth closes around my pussy. My eyes squeeze shut as his tongue pushes forward to tease against my throbbing clit. I reach down and grab his hair to pull him closer, and he reciprocates as he eats me out with renewed vigor.
Sweat beads on my brow, rolls down my neck, and puddles in the valley between my breasts. My breath comes out in small pants, and my legs wrap themselves around the back of Konstantin’s neck to keep him between them.
Pleasure coils inside of me like a spring stretched back to its limit, and I’m on the verge of coming. I force my eyes open and see him staring at me. His ice-blue eyes are hazy with lust as he continues to feast.
The first tremor of orgasm practically sneaks up on me. The second one overwhelms me. When the third one hits, my toes curl, my legs shake, and I’m screaming so loudly in the grove that a flock of birds take flight into the sky.
Slowly, I let go of his hair and my legs slack to release him. He leans back, and I spot a drop of precum fall from his cock down onto the blanket.
“No fair …” I pant. “You got what you wanted, and I haven’t even started. ”
“By all means, Kitty Cat,” he purrs. “Come take it.”
Crawling towards him on hands and knees until I’m in front of him, I push myself up until I’m kissing the ridges of his abs. He reaches up to stroke my hair as a long shuddering groan tumbles forth from his lips.
“Do you know what I’m going to do?” I ask him between each kiss of his muscular body.
“No.” He confesses as I slowly unbutton his pants to give myself an unfettered trail down his body. “Tell me.”
“I’m going to tease you for as long as I want,” I say as I descend slowly inhale his musky scent, tinged with soap and aftershave.
“Play with your balls.” I reach up and caress the heavy orbs.
“Nibble this long, hard cock.” I run the tip of my teeth along the soft skin of his length until I reach the tip.
“Make it nice and hard and wet.” I look up at him, smile, and spit on the head of his cock.
“You dirty girl.”
I rub my lips against the tip, smearing his precum that’s practically leaking like a faucet all over my lips. I let it run down my chin, and drip down onto my breasts.
“And I’m going to bring you to the edge of cumming,” I whisper. “Only to pull back until you’re begging me.”
Sitting on my haunches, I gaze up at him adoringly as I seize hold of his cock in both hands and start stroking slowly, smearing his precum down the impossible girth until I hit the base.
But I don’t start sucking. Not yet.
“Oh, Kitty Cat.” He throws his head back. “You’re playing with fire here.”
“That’s the idea.” I kiss the tip and he shudders.
I stroke him with one hand while I bring the other to my lips, and slowly lick each finger clean. His salty taste fills my mouth, and I feel my own thighs growing slick from arousal.
He reaches behind my head, and I clench my mouth shut.
“Uh-uh,” I say through my clenched teeth as he tries to push his cock in my mouth. “I told you.” I kiss the head again. “Until you beg.”
“Please …” his voice strains. “Please, Kitty Cat.”
“Please what?” I continue stroking the shaft, but keep myself from stimulating the engorged head. Precum leaks helplessly from the tip. I cup his balls and feel them growing heavier with cum. I give them just enough of a squeeze to tease out another moan from his throat.
“Please suck my cock,” he gasps. His hands pull away and they hang uselessly by his side as I continue to play with him.
“I can’t hear you.” I coo as I start kissing the length again. The head brushes past my cheek, a single silken string behind as I kiss deeper until I can hear his cock throbbing at my ear.
“Please suck my cock!” he begs, louder this time.
My tongue swirls around his balls, feeling them shift in response with every brush of my tongue. Wet heat drips down into my hair, down my neck, and runs down my body as I continue the torture. Konstantin’s knees buckle, and his breath comes out in ragged uneven bursts.
“You’re going to make me explode,” he rasps.
“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I smile sweetly at him as I pull back to lean on my hands, exposing my breasts to him.
Our eyes lock, and I lick my lips slowly, tasting him on me .
“You dirty little tease.” He smiles as his breathing regains its regular cadence.
“Oh, you can do better than that. But if you need a little motivation.” I lean forward and give the tip a much-needed swirl of my tongue. He cries out and I pull back before I push him too far.
I don’t want him to cum. Not yet.
He reaches down and grabs my chin in his hand as a familiar dark smile forms on his lips. “You dirty little cock slut.”
“That’s more like it,” I tell him, open my mouth, and swallow the head of his cock.
He lets out a long groan until he’s pressed to the back of my throat. My hands reach up to caress his balls and stroke his shaft while my mouth tightens around his head. As I pull back, my tongue teases the slit streaming precum, and I drink it down.
“You’re a greedy little cock slut, aren’t you?” He strokes my hair, and my pussy clenches reflexively. “ My greedy little cock slut.”
I nod with his cock in my mouth enthusiastically, relishing in the way it punches against the back of my throat each time I push forward. When I feel his cock hardening again, I release him and look up at him, panting.
“Lie down,” I say huskily.
He doesn’t argue or ask why, and does as I command, propping himself up to look at me as I kiss my way up towards his lips.
I swing my legs over his chest, and turn around until my drippy pussy is hovering over his face. Grasping his cock in my hand, I give it another teasing squeeze, rub my thumb across the sensitive tip, and toss my hair over my shoulder to look back at him .
“Do you want to cum?” I whisper. “Do you want to see what this greedy little cock slut can do?”
“I do.”
“Then beg,” I tell him. “And be specific.”
“Please, Emily.” He begs, whimpering. “I want to feel your lips around my cock as I cum down your throat. I want to taste your sweet pussy while you suck me dry. Do whatever you want to me. Oh God, please, just let me cum.”
“No god.” I bite my lip, smiling. “Only me.”
Before he can muster a response, I smother his face with my pussy and swallow his cock in my throat. I’m boiling in my lower belly, every swish of his lips sending new flames caressing along my slick thighs.
His hands reach up and pulls me closer as he sucks my clit with the same vigor I suck his cock. My hands work furiously along the shaft and balls while my head bobs up and down.
The mutual pleasure between us builds, and I feel myself riding his face towards another orgasm the same time he reaches his first.
When his cock starts twitching, I push my head all the way down, holding myself still to gulp one thick salty rope after another down my throat. My hips buckle and writhe against his face, and despite my best efforts, I feel his cum leaking from the corner of my mouth.
Pulling away, Konstantin makes a long loud cry of pleasure behind me. His fingers tighten against my thighs and I pull back, gasping, as he continues to cum.
A few more errant drops of pearly semen leap forth from the slit of his twitching cock and splash along his thigh.
I turn around and bend down to lap up every delicious drop of him. Then, tracing my way back up with my sticky lips along his scarred and powerful body, I press my lips to him.
He sweeps his tongue into my mouth and we taste ourselves on each other’s lips.
I grasp hold of his still twitching cock and start stroking as I deepen the kiss, swallowing his moans.
His body shakes in response, and I feel power coursing through my body knowing that I and only I can do this to him.
Slowly, his cock hardens and wakes back to life. When it returns to its impossible girth as before, I break the kiss and run a finger along his face.
“If you won’t let me ride a horse on my own,” I whisper, swinging my leg over his hips, and slowly impale myself—inch by scorching inch—onto his cock until I bury him to the hilt. “Then I’ll have to ride something else.”
And then, pulling his face close to mine, I kiss him deeply as I ride him with a reckless abandon, hips rising and falling furiously. Wet clapping sounds fill the space between us. I throw my head back and scream until my throat is raw.
He takes one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand and goads me forward, faster and faster, until we both come dangerously close to the edge of the moment that both of us are about to shatter.
Then, just before both of us fall over the edge into bliss, just before he cums deep inside of me to mark me as his forever, I lean in and whisper the three words I’ve always wanted to whisper in his ear.
“I love you.”