Chapter Thirteen
Alexei
Katya is wearing polka dot panties.
Fucking polka dots. I’m accustomed to silk and lace crafted into barely-there thongs. Why the fuck do these goddamned pink polka dots scattered across her ass in plain cotton make me so feral? I want to let her slide down from my shoulder and fuck her on the stairs.
Her legs dangle over my shoulder; her upturned ass within biting distance. Her little bare toes curl as I climb the stairs. The vivid purple polish on her toenails is chipping, just like the sunny yellow on her fingernails.
She squirms over my shoulder, braces her palms on my back. “Alexei,” she says, her voice plaintive, conciliatory.
“Alyosha.” I hear the annoyance in my voice.
I’ve told her this three times already. “You don’t listen, Katya.
” This time, she will. My free hand strokes the cotton polka-dot covered cheek of her ass for a moment as I ascend the stairs, and then, as I reach the top—a sharp strike, my open palm cracking against her soft skin.
A wild, throaty gasp. Her little nails dig into my back like claws. “Alyosha,” she pants. “Alyosha, Alyosha.” Like a mantra she repeats to herself.
Good. I want my name seared into her mind. I want her to have nothing but thoughts of me.
I kick open the bedroom door. The curtains are drawn. There is only the glow of the lamp on the nightstand.
I swing her down from my shoulder into the middle of the bed, where she bounces as she lands, her breasts bobbing. She comes to rest there and maneuvers up to her knees. She wraps one arm around her breasts as if I haven’t already seen them. As if her nipples aren’t still wet from my tongue.
Those fucking polka dot panties. My mouth waters.
With her free hand, Katya picks at the hairband binding her hair into its ponytail, and then at last I see it come tumbling down around her shoulders. Her white teeth gnaw on her lower lip. “I, uh—I’m on birth control,” she blurts out.
I already know this. Anatoli’s research was thorough. “Good,” I grunt, and I yank my shirt off over my head. Her eyes go heavy-lidded, her luminous blue gaze traces the tattoos on my shoulders, my arms. Lingers on my chest.
I press one palm down upon the edge of the bed. “Come, koshechka. Sit here.”
Her fingers flutter, rake through the spill of her loosed hair over her shoulder. Her thighs tense, knees squeezing together. “Why?”
She hasn’t learned, yet, not to question me. She will, but not tonight. “Maybe you are not yet hungry, but I am. Sit here, koshechka. So I can eat your sweet little pussy.”
As she scrambles to do my bidding, I wonder if she will always blush so prettily. If she will always be embarrassed of her desires, of mine. Or if that innocence that clings to her is incorruptible. If she will always be a little shy with me.
But she wants to be a good girl for me. She obeys, sliding across the rumpled covers until her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. Like the little kitten she is, she turns her face into the stroke of my fingers across her cheek.
She doesn’t know that the tattooed stars on my shoulders mark my rank. That the ones on my knees mean I recognize no authority and kneel to no one. For this, I will kneel.
Katya trembles at the touch of my hands sliding between her thighs.
My callused fingers are rough on her smooth skin.
She lifts her ass as I peel off those fucking ridiculous little panties that make my cock throb behind the fly of my jeans.
And then she is bare to me, soft and pink and already so wet from my fingers.
I spread her with my thumbs. Bury my face between her thighs and taste her with the flat of my tongue.
Heaven. Maybe I will never come up for air. I am ravenous for more of her sweetness. My fingers squeeze her thighs so hard I think this will leave marks upon her soft flesh.
She braces her hands upon the bed as I yank her legs over my shoulders, casting her head back with a throaty sound that makes my cock pulse harder. “Alyosha,” she moans, and I feel her belly tensing, hear her fingernails scrape across the covers beneath her.
I find her clit with the tip of my tongue. Katya’s thighs squeeze, her muscles pulling tight. I hear her needy whimper, feel her lock her ankles around my neck as she lifts her hips into the touch of my tongue.
Her small fingers pet my hair, like she praises me for pleasing her, and this—this is all I can take. A ruthless thrust of my tongue, and she comes with a shrill scream. I feel her pulses, taste her pleasure as she drenches me in her wetness. Sweet as honey.
I will eat her pussy often.
Katya pants as she comes down from the high of her orgasm.
Her elbow buckles beneath her, and she falls back against the bed, revealing the rosy glow of her skin in the lamplight.
Her eyes flutter closed. I turn my head, let my teeth graze the softness of her inner thigh.
A brief, stinging bite to jar her to alertness once more.
“You come for me like that,” I tell her, “when I am fucking you.” I want to feel her clench around my cock as she clenched around my tongue.
I feel a shiver cascade through her, feel her legs tense just for a moment as they hang over my shoulders.
But she doesn’t move as I let them fall.
She stays where she is, stretched out on the bed like an offering as I rise.
Those heavy-lidded eyes watch me as I wrench open the button of my jeans, as I kick them off along with my boxers.
She swallows hard, staring at my cock in trepidation. A virgin’s alarm, fearful of what awaits. “A-Alexei,” she says apprehensively as she tries to shove her elbows beneath her.
“Do I have to spank you again, Katya, for you to learn this?” My hands slide beneath her ass, pulling her hips off the bed.
She loses every bit of her leverage, her arms collapsing beneath her as her back hits the mattress again.
“You call me Alyosha.” My cock glides between her thighs, where she is open and waiting. Wet from my mouth and her orgasm.
Katya can only watch me push the head of my cock inside her. So fucking tight. Like a fist around me. An inch at a time she takes me. I have to fight the resistance of her body, fight the urges of my own. She is so hot around my cock; I want to thrust hard—
“Alyosha,” she whispers. Her little claws have seized handfuls of the covers, twisting them in her fists. Her hips are so tense in my hands, her muscles locked. She is trying to be so good for me.
My chest heaves in frenetic breaths. “Put your legs around my waist, koshechka. Now.”
She obeys. Carefully, tentatively, she obeys. Her knees tremble, the muscles of her thighs like bowstrings strung tightly. It is enough that I can support her with only one hand clamped on her hip. With the other, I find her swollen clit, still so sensitive.
Too sensitive maybe. But when I touch her, when I rub with the pad of my thumb, her head drops back with a groan, and her body softens. I gain another few inches and the startled cry that jolts from her lungs is musical.
“Look at me.” I want to see her eyes. I want to see the moment she knows she is mine.
Katya lifts her gaze to mine. She pants, “It’s too much.”
It’s not enough. I give her more. And more, until she takes me all the way, and she wails “Alyosha,” as she surrenders to me at last.
I have never felt anything like this in my life. There is nothing like the clutch of Katya’s sweet pussy around my cock, nothing like the little flutters of her delicate inner flesh caressing me. Trying to hold me inside her, like even through the ache she doesn’t want me to leave her.
Slowly, so slowly, she relaxes. Giving in, as she must. The first hint of a thrust wrenches a moan from her lungs.
Her face changes, flushing with passion.
And it is not enough, now, only to dominate her, to make her submit to my lust. I want the softness of her skin against mine. I want her sweetness filling my mouth.
I want to own her.
She is already close again to her climax, her little toes curling.
Closer still, as I climb over her at last. She embraces me with her arms, her legs—trusting me to guide her through this storm that envelopes us both.
Her gasps fill my ears as I fill her body, and I bite down on her throat.
Just a pinch of pain in that spot I’ve already left marks.
And she comes with a sharp cry, her hips lifting into the last brutal thrust of mine.
I flood her with my come, with a release that is almost painful in its intensity.
My heart thunders in my chest, pounding against my ribs.
She steals my breath with the softening of her body beneath mine.
With her delicate little fingers stroking my hair.
Now I know. I will never let her go.