Chapter 35 #2
“Yes, you did, right on the edge. You like me there, don’t you?” I teased, as he adjusted his cock and nodded. I focused on the sensations surging between my legs and allowed my body to sing for him.
After several minutes, he flashed me a devious grin and set aside the sketchbook. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed my fingers away and then trailed his down my body until they were between my thighs. He sunk one digit inside me, actively moving the balls around, and I bucked under him.
“Time for a taste.” He nestled between my legs and breathed me in deep. “Look at my arms, kitten. Do you see what the mere smell of you does to me?” The hair on his arms stood on end, and he had goose bumps covering them. “Tell me what you want?”
“Please, Master, lick me, suck me, taste me,” I begged.
“I will on one condition: you have to watch. I’m going to be so far buried inside you, though, I won’t be able to speak.”
I lifted my upper body and rested on my elbows so I could watch. Slowly, his face descended between my legs.
“Fuck,” he groaned. I still hadn’t gotten over his infatuation with sniffing me, but even in this way, it felt intimate. He touched my clit with his tongue, and my body jerked under him.
“Alek, how will I know when I can come? If you can’t talk, how will I know?” I moaned.
Watching him lick and suck on me was erotic and dirty. My body was buzzing. Every nerve ending lit up and blazed with fire.
“I’ll give you two taps right here,” he said, blowing a puff of air onto my clit and tapping my right outer leg twice.
“Thank you, Master. I’ll try to wait for it.”
He pressed a kiss to my pussy before moving to my inner thighs, then spread me open and licked with slow, long movements. Something about seeing him between my legs, tasting my most intimate parts, had me soaring. Curling his tongue upward, he flicked my clit mercilessly.
When he dipped two fingers inside me, my body begged to explode. The balls, his fingers, and his tongue. The combination was unlike anything I’d ever thought possible. Curling his fingers, he found and stroked my G-spot.
Fuck, please give me the two taps.
I shuddered under his onslaught. My legs shook violently, and that familiar pressure threatened to break free. Every muscle tightened as I tried to hold back.
“I can’t hold it, it’s too much. Double tap me, please, for the love of god, double tap me,” I cried as I gripped the sheets.
The firm double tap on my outer thigh had me spiraling, and I screamed as my body plunged itself right off the cliff.
“Oh, that’s my girl, so fucking pretty. Let it all out,” he moaned against my pussy. His tongue continued a steady movement on my clit while his fingers caressed my insides.
From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, it consumed me.
And as I began climaxing, my body didn’t want to stop.
I thrashed under his ministrations. He pulled the balls out, and I screamed his name over and over.
His muscular arm flexed as he fucked me with his fingers, my eyes glued to the hourglass on his forearm.
My very own Reaper had snatched my soul, ripping it from my body in ownership, and I never wanted it back. Wave after delicious wave washed over me, and he growled, then flipped me over on the bed. After smacking my ass, he mounted me from behind.
“Remember at game night how I said I wanted to fuck you?”
Shivers shot down my spine as his bare skin brushed against mine. I shook, thinking back to that night. He pushed a pillow under me, and I groaned. He was going to do this. It was going to hurt; he was huge, and the sheer power of his thrusts were going to wreck me.
Sliding into my wet pussy, he buried himself deep, and I shuddered and moaned as he stilled.
“I don’t want to hurt you, kitten, but fuck, you drive me crazy. Be a good little pet and promise me you’ll safeword if it hurts too much,” he growled.
“I promise.”
With those two trembled words, he lifted and slammed inside, fucking me with hard, long, deep strokes. The tip of his cock kept pressing against my cervix, he was so deep, and spots of bright lights erupted behind my eyelids.
The angle, the feel of his weight on top of me from behind, was so different. Picking up the pace, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back toward him as he moved in and out of my soaking-wet passage.
“Give me your hands, now,” he bellowed, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
I extended my arms back toward him. He grabbed my wrists, and I held on to his while he drove his cock home. His grip on my wrists tightened each time he slammed his cock inside me.
Faster and faster, his legs slapped against my ass. He felt huge inside of me, and I groaned as sweat dripped off him. Our moans mingled together in the room. By his alone, I could tell he was close.
“Are you ready? Does my slutty little kitten want to come again?” he panted in my ear.
“Yes, please, I need it.”
“I can’t wait. Come for me, sweetness,” he commanded.
I tumbled over, giving way to my orgasm, expecting him to do the same. But he didn’t. Gasping under him, I shook in the wake of coming hard. He fucked me straight through it, not letting up on his powerful strokes. My pussy clenched around him violently, and the sensation became too much.
“God, stop please.” I writhed beneath him, trying to put space between us. My muscles wouldn’t cease spasming, and it was overwhelming.
“Not the right word. You want me to stop, and I haven’t even filled my pussy yet. Use your fucking safeword, Kinsley. It’s krasnyy, if you’ve forgotten it,” he barked as he fucked me harder.
“Oh god—”
“Krasnyy is the word. Say it, but only if you mean it. Once it leaves your pretty lips, my cock will leave this pussy.”
He slowed down, waiting for me to say it, but I bit my lip, trembling, not ready for him to pull out.
“That’s what I thought. Now you’ll be a good little pet and take my cock. You’re going to take all of me for as long as I need you to.” He released one of my wrists. “I want you to rub that clit now.”
“I can’t, please, it’s too sensitive,” I moaned.
“You’ll do as I say. Now don’t make me ask you again,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
I obeyed him, moving my hand between my legs. I rubbed my clit furiously, all the while whining and pleading with him to come inside me. He fucked me through another orgasm, this one stronger than the last. I moved my hand away, only to have him slap my ass.
“Master, please,” I gasped, crying hard, but moved my hand back to my clit. He picked up his pace again and pounded into me.
“You’re such a good girl. Fuck. I can’t believe how incredibly perfect you are. I’m going to come inside of you now, fill you up until it runs out of you.”
“Do it, please. Fill me,” I moaned. His pace became more erratic as he lost himself.
“You make me fucking lose control, sweetness. I can’t get enough of you. You’re the only woman who makes me lose it like this. Damn you.”
My heart burst at his words. They crashed over me harder than any orgasm I’d had tonight, soothing the battered parts of me that felt ugly and unworthy of love. I sobbed as he screamed my name.
Thrusting into me deeply, grinding me into the mattress, he heaved and shuddered as he came. It was never ending, the feel of his hot cum coating me, easing some of the soreness. It was beyond incredible.
It seemed like he came for minutes, thrusting, pulsing, spurting, and with one final aftershock, he collapsed on top of me, rolling us both onto our sides while his cock was buried deep inside me, twitching.
“Give me a minute to collect my soul, and then I’ll bathe you,” he said, nuzzling my neck. I pushed back against him; he stilled my hips.
True to his word, once his breathing was under control, he carried me to the bathroom, where I excused myself while he filled the tub.
His words came back to me. I made him lose control, and that not only made me feel powerful, but special.
I’d only ever wanted to feel special to someone.
The tears flowed down my cheeks, and a loud sob escaped.
“Kitten, are you okay?” Alek asked, his voice layered with concern.
I finished and opened the door. “Hold me, please.” I fell into his arms.
He carried me over to the tub, and we climbed in together. Tonight was perfection, and I couldn’t wrap my head around all that had happened between us. I let him nuzzle my neck and wash me until I yawned.
“We need to get you to bed, I think.”
“Yeah, that sounds nice,” I murmured against his chest, closing my eyes. I was so tired I didn’t even remember getting out, drying off, and getting into bed.
I woke up early the next morning and jumped in the shower. Jesus, my body was sore.
Wincing as I washed between my legs, I reminded myself to cherish the time I had with them. I stepped out of the bathroom, humming something cheerful. Alek stirred in the bed, the sheets rustling as he stretched, one arm flung lazily across the pillow.
His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm I was starting to recognize. I paused in the doorway, eyes drawn to the way the morning light played across his skin. Then his head turned.
“Like what you see, kitten?” he teased, rolling over on his side and propping his head up.
“Very much, but I can’t let you distract me. My pussy needs a break. It’s practically screaming my safeword.”
“Is that so? What if I kiss it a little, make it all better?” He flicked his tongue out and licked his lips.
“Tempting, but I’ve got a date with Pasha and that magnificent ballroom upstairs. I’m going to dust the floor with every inch of my feet.”
“I’m not sure I like your wording. A date with Pasha? Maybe it’s time he and I talked.”
“Alek, don’t. We’ve talked about this before. Pasha is to me like Allison is to you.”
“He fucking better not be. Need I remind you that while I never touched her, I have seen her naked? Pasha ever see you naked?” he demanded before standing and stalking toward me.
My eyes raked over his naked body. God, he was sexy; my eyes lingered on his cock. I didn’t know why, but a mental picture of Allison beneath him hit me. Thank god he never fucked her. I put my hands on my hips.
“Why are you being this way?”
“Maybe because I don’t like the way you’re describing your relationship with the esteemed dancer,” he said, nuzzling me. “Oh, before I forget, Nik texted and said if he doesn’t have your list by the middle of the day, he isn’t coming tonight. I suggest you get it done.”
“Yes, Sir. I will,” I mumbled as he let me go.