Chapter 36 #2
She tore her eyes from their reflection for a split second, futilely trying to contain her impending orgasm, her breath stuttering and toes curling in the sheets as she felt it cresting.
He tsked and pulled his hand away, leaving her hot and wanting.
“Practice makes perfect, don’t worry.” His sardonic words contradicted the soothing way he spoke them.
“You’re the fucking scum of the earth,” she snarled.
“Is that so?” He ran his hand up her thigh before looping his finger into the front metal ring of her leather collar, jerking her toward him until their mouths scraped, his cock grinding against her clit.
She tried to chase what she needed, but he was merciless, stilling his hips and hers.
“Fuck you,” she gritted as she buried her face into his neck so she didn’t have to look at his shit-eating grin.
“I’d love to see you try.” His laugh was breathless in her hair. He yanked on the chain running down her spine, and her head snapped back with a low groan as she sat back into her arched position, poised over his cock.
“Do you want me to make you come?” His fingers ghosted between her thighs; the warmth emanating from them made her shiver with anticipation.
Ksenia swallowed her pride but glowered at him as she nodded her head.
Bohdan looped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer over him before driving his fingers into her, circling painfully hot and fast against her clit while stroking her deeply.
It was anything but gentle against her oversensitive bundle of nerves, but it melted down into a vicious pleasure she couldn’t get enough of.
She watched his long fingers disappear into her needy cunt, over and over again. Honey dripped down the walls of her mind as she struggled to keep herself from breaking to pieces.
Her thighs shook as she barreled toward her peak, alarmingly fast—there was no way she could hold it.
It was so sweet and agonizingly painful.
Her breath stuttered.
He pulled away again, and she slumped forward onto his chest, muffling her scream against him before biting his skin.
“I was tempted…to let you have it. But I want the first time you come to be on my cock.” A tremor racked her body at his words, and he lifted her chin, eyeing his blood on her lips.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Oh, don’t I know it.” He worked his hand over his cock, pumping it. “Are you ready for me?”
No. She wasn’t ready for this power imbalance. Sweat pricked the back of her neck.
The glint in his eyes said it all: Stop this if you want to.
Unless. Unless. You actually like this.
The skeleton key remained clamped in her fingers.
He pulled her knees up so she was positioned over the head of his cock. Fingers dusting along her spine, he sent a jolt of pleasure to her soaked core, and she shuddered.
“Sensitive…” She didn’t like the way he said that.
Her breath fogged against the mirror as she shifted her hips against his, slotting him against her entrance.
“Fuck.”
She stole the curse from him as she edged her hips lower, sinking herself inch by inch down his cock. Her lashes fluttered, but she kept her eyes open, watching him slowly disappear into her, stretching her.
His fingers dug bruises into her hips, and he leaned up, capturing one of her nipples in his hot mouth. She could feel every vein of his cock as he slid deeper into her, knocking the breath from her lungs.
So punishingly full, and she was only halfway down. Her eyes were glassy as pleasure thrummed through her body, taking his hips as they stroked upward to meet her.
Her teeth on her bottom lip barely stopped her moan as she sank the rest of the way.
A flitting, light touch of his thumb stroked against her clit, and suddenly, she knew she was losing this battle against him.
“Use me.” Bohdan’s words untethered her as she began to slide up and down his cock. Gravity drove her down on him even deeper, making a mess between them.
Her leather collar strained against her neck as her hands flexed furtively against the silver chain, threatening to snap her spine in half.
Ksenia rode him with her hands bound behind her, eyes watering from the sensation of pleasure and pain as she fought to keep herself together. His fingers were relentless on her clit, circles quick and tight in perfect rhythm.
She wouldn’t last much longer, the pleasure winding so tight within her that it became excruciating.
Bohdan timed his thrusts with hers, feeding her more of his cock.
Her mind was splintering, as if he might drag every sinful thought she’d ever have about him into the open.
The danger of being caught by him thrilled her.
“You’re not going to come yet, are you?”
“No—” The lie ripped out of her, her body clenched to the point of breaking. Her fingernails dug welts into her wrists as she chased her high, whether he gave her permission or not.
“Beg me to let you.” Her cunt convulsed around his cock with every word.
If she just held it together a fraction of a second longer, nothing would be able to hold her back.
He shook his head with a soft click of disapproval, his fingers lifting from her clit, and she careened off-course. Her growl was downright primal at the back of her throat as he gave her an unbearably sincere smile.
He ran the tip of his tongue against his teeth. “No shame in giving up. Not everyone can play with me.”
The key was slippery with sweat, death-gripped in her hand, but her jaw clenched.
The evidence was damning; she was wrapped around his pinkie with no desire to let go.
“Let’s try again then, shall we?” He rocked his hips into her with a tortuously slow pace, and she growled.
Ksenia’s reflection was filthy: collared, hands bound, bruises blossoming on her hips, waist, and breasts as she impaled herself on his cock like an addict. His fingers rubbed her wetness in a steady, devastating pattern against her clit.