Chapter 7
Aleksandr
God, I could touch her for days and still not get enough.
She made me obsessed and starving for more.
Starving for a taste of her wet pussy, for the sounds she was going to make when my tongue flicked just right, for the feel of her skin against mine.
I was done waiting. I scooped her into my arms, her soft gasp against my throat making me grin.
“You’re going to get me sticky,” she whispered, laughing breathlessly.
“That’s the plan,” I growled, my mouth brushing her temple.
She melted into me, her arms curling around my neck, and I didn’t stop walking until we reached the room I’d prepared earlier. The scent of warm oils and soft cedar greeted us. Low instrumental music played through hidden speakers. The lights were dimmed, and candles flickered.
Soft gray eyes blinked in surprise, taking it in again as if seeing it for the first time. I shut the door with my foot and carried her straight to the edge of the table, then set her down carefully. I wanted her to understand how cherished she was.
“This has to go,” I murmured, tugging at the string tied around her waist.
She swallowed, her eyes wide and shining. My fingers brushed the knot free, and the apron slipped, sliding loose around her neck. I lifted it over her head and watched it drift down her body in a slow, tempting fall.
She stood there in only the high socks now, chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. My gaze drank her in—soft skin, flushed cheeks, the heat building under the surface. My girl. My fucking gift. I knelt in front of her, running my palms up the backs of her thighs.
“I love these,” I murmured, kissing the sensitive spot above her knee. “But I need you bare.”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip. I peeled them down teasingly. Like unwrapping a present I’d waited all year for. She shifted, her hands fluttering for balance as I slid each sock off and pressed a kiss to each ankle.
Then I rose and stood over her again, my hand curling around her jaw, tilting her face up.
“You’ve done so much for me in the short time we’ve known one another,” I breathed. “Now it’s my turn to show you how much I appreciate it—by taking care of you.”
Her breath hitched, and when she blinked up at me, I saw the emotions she tried so hard to swallow down. I kissed it off her lips, slow and deep, then helped her onto the table face down.
Her skin was warm and flushed, her breath catching as I guided her hips into place. Her body was on full display. The soft curve of her ass caught my eye. It was still faintly pink from the spanking Bash had delivered that morning. My mark, even if it had come at his hand. I sanctioned it.
I ran my fingers lightly over the heat, relishing the sight, the texture, the tiny tremble of her thighs as she shifted beneath my touch. She moaned, a sound that burrowed under my skin and made me unhinged.
“Stay in this position,” I murmured, giving one cheek a light pat. “I need to change.”
“I’ll try,” she breathed, her voice thick with need.
I brought my hand down again, a little firmer this time, watching as her body jolted, her thighs instinctively squeezing together.
“Yes, Master,” she panted.
That little sound—that tremble in her voice—nearly made me scrap the rest of the plan and fuck her fast and hard right there. I had to take several deep breaths and remind myself pampering her came first, and only when she was thoroughly ruined was my pleasure going to make an appearance.
I chuckled low in my throat, dragging my thumb down the crack of her ass before forcing myself to step away. I stripped out of my jeans and shirt, tossing them over the back of the chair, and pulled on the loose black pajama pants I’d stashed nearby.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I moved—shoulders tense, jaw tight. I looked like a man teetering on the edge. Because I was. And the woman stretched out naked on the massage table was the one who put me there. When I turned back, she was still in position.
My palm tingled with the memory of her skin, and my mouth itched to taste more than her lips. Time to begin. I grabbed the oil and stepped closer to her. She hadn’t moved other than to part her legs, no doubt to tease me.
The dim glow of the lamps bathed her in golden light. The soft instrumental Christmas music I’d queued up earlier played low from the speakers. Piano and strings, something soothing to ease her mind while I did the opposite to her body.
I trailed my fingertips down her spine, feeling her shiver. “My sweet little kitten—so obedient,” I murmured, my voice thick. “Exactly where I left you.”
I poured the warmed oil into my palms, rubbing them together to coat my hands before lowering them to her shoulders. The moment I touched her, her entire body sighed.
“I’m going to take my time,” I told her, leaning down, brushing my mouth against her ear. “I want you pliant by the time I’m done. I want you wrecked and floating.”
She whimpered, her back arching. I grinned and then started slow, kneading the knots from her shoulders, working my thumbs into the muscles until she melted under me. She’d been holding tension here—probably from all the baking, the stress of the holidays, and…us. I wanted it all gone.
“Let it go,” I whispered, pushing my thumbs into the tight band at the base of her neck. “Let every touch of mine soothe you.”
I worked on her some more, and as I leaned over, my cock brushed against her outstretched hand. The little shit cradled it, and with her head turned, I couldn’t help but see the smile on her lips.
“You like?” I teased.
“You know I do. And it’s been so long,” she said dramatically.
“Only a few days, really.”
“You know how I get though.” Her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathless as I worked her back. “God, that feels so good,” she breathed.
“Maybe you’ll like this then,” I crooned before sliding my hands lower, down her back.
My palms, broad and firm, worked in long strokes. She breathed deeper, little murmurs escaping her lips with every pass. When I reached her lower back, I leaned in, pressing a kiss above the swell of her ass.
“You smell like honeysuckle, cinnamon, and the sweetest surrender,” I groaned, biting her gently.
She squirmed.
“Stay still.”
I poured more oil and palmed the luscious curve of her ass cheeks, thumbs sweeping the sensitive space between. Her thighs tensed.
“You want me to skip this part?” I asked, sliding one finger teasingly close to where she was slick and throbbing.
“No, Master,” she breathed.
“Didn’t think so.”
I massaged her ass thoroughly, working the muscles, then trailing oil down the back of her thighs. My huge hands engulfed them, and my fingers brushed against her pussy. She groaned and opened wider, showing off her dripping kitty.
Her arousal hung in the air between us. My cock responded by straining against the pajama bottoms I was wearing. Damn it all. She stole my sanity without even trying. My hands dug into her delicate skin.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, body wincing as both pleasure and pain washed over her.
I knelt at the foot of the table, lifting one of her legs so I could kiss the arch of her foot before massaging from heel to calf. She whimpered again, melting. Fuck, she was aroused. The evidence of it dripped down onto the sheet.
I switched legs, repeating the process, then slid my hands up both legs at once, parting her with my thumbs as I worked higher. Her breath hitched. I dipped down and pressed a kiss to the back of her thigh, right below the curve of her ass, and she shivered violently.
“You’re trembling,” I said, voice low.
“I—I can’t help it,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to. That is the whole purpose here. You letting go.” I stood, walked back up to the table, leaning over her to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to roll you over now. I want to see your face when I touch you.”
I helped her turn onto her back, cushioning her head, adjusting her arms. Her hair was tousled. Her lips parted, eyes glassy. I reached for the oil again, pouring it between her breasts and watching it slide down her stomach.
Her breath caught as I followed it with my hands—slow, sensual strokes.
I palmed her breasts, massaging them with oil, rolling my thumbs over her nipples until they stood stiff and needy.
I took my time worshipping her. She was a glistening masterpiece.
She grabbed my cock again with her left hand and rubbed.
I hissed at the contact. “Untie me, kitten.” Deftly, she one-handedly undid the drawstring of my pants and licked her lips as they fell to the floor. “Hand,” I commanded, stepping out of them. Obediently, her hand shot out, and I put a few drops of oil in it. “Stroke me.”
She gripped the base like a handrail and stroked.
I shivered at the feel of her warm, small hand pumping me.
Twirling her hand at the tip, she mixed the pre-cum that was leaking with the oil and stroked me expertly.
Her breathing changed. She was working herself up simply having my cock in her hand.
The next time my finger closed over her left breast, I squeezed her nipple and rolled it through my fingers, playing with her for several minutes. I switched sides and then doubled up on both. An involuntary gasp escaped. She shuddered. A mini orgasm.
Grinning, I moved lower to her abdomen. My cock was near her lips. Without missing a beat, she wrapped her sweet lips around the head before sucking and twirling her tongue around it. I leaned down and slid in, taking my time, letting her rub her tongue all over my cock.
“You like it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you?” She had dialed me straight the fuck up to savage level.
“Yes, my King” She opened her mouth, her cute pink tongue flicked over the head, teasing me before sealing her mouth around me once more.