Chapter 5 #2
Why was it that his confidence thrilled me, pushing me to a different edge? Allowing me to be someone I wasn’t. Or perhaps he was giving me permission to be the woman I knew existed inside. As soon as the spanking was over, he flipped me over on the table once again, pushing me into the center.
“Open your legs for me, butterfly, and keep them there. I need to see your sweet pussy again.”
He rubbed his arms and I was momentarily caught in enjoying the view. The man was absolutely gorgeous in every way. Every tattoo. Every muscle. Strange how I wanted to lick the edges of the tattoos as if they each had a different taste.
Seeing a quick lift of a single eyebrow, I did as he’d commanded. Once I was fully exposed, he shook his head. Whatever he’d said in Russian this time I didn’t need to know. Just the sound of his voice was enough to seduce me.
Leaning over the table, he gathered my legs into his arms, splitting me even wider before burying his face into my pussy.
Almost instantly the shivers began all over again. He was no longer the tender man from before, now feasting as if this was his last meal. I kept my eyes locked on the reflection of myself, noticing that for the first time in as long as I could remember, the girl staring back at me was happy.
Maybe only for a little while, but right now that was enough.
The part that I’d held so tightly deep inside, the girl terrified to be herself for fear of what others would say if her music career started to slip. In the next few seconds, every piece of armor I’d placed so carefully around myself slowly began to fall.
As if Sasha had won in battle, defeating the enemy.
It was crazy what I was thinking, a ridiculous love song, but that’s the way I felt. With all the emotions that I’d stifled, all the anger I’d kept pent up, a man I barely knew and one far too many people had told me to stay away from had found the right key to the rusted padlock.
The joyous feeling transcended everything else and the moment he thrust his fingers inside, my body reacted as if firecrackers had gone off. The orgasm swept through me so unexpectedly that when I opened my mouth, there was no sound. Nothing.
Not a whimper.
Not a moan.
Sasha kept me pulled wide open, growling as he continued the feast. I was shocked how sexy the sound was to me, yet everything he did was sensual as hell. I placed my fingers across my lips, trying to control my breathing, but all control was lost to me.
Especially since he refused to stop.
A second, even more powerful orgasm swept through me, the tidal wave effect perfect in every way.
I lolled my head to the side, unable to see or think clearly.
Every sound was muffled. This was what pure ecstasy was like.
Who knew? Not this girl. I could feel a smile coming on as he sucked on my clit.
That was almost as delicious as everything else.
At some point, I became vaguely aware he’d risen to his feet. I could also tell my body was being slid down the table until my legs were off the surface. But I just didn’t care.
“What do you want?” he asked. Every time he leaned over me, I wanted to pull him down. So I did. I arched off the table, wrapping one hand around his neck and pulling him down until our lips were almost touching.
“Everything,” I managed.
“Are you certain about that?” His voice was little more than a whisper.
“Uh-huh. Absolutely.” I didn’t wait for him to take the hint. I kissed him. Hard. Full of passion. As if I’d never been kissed before.
The angle was strange, but the moment was perfect. He thrust his tongue inside, exploring the darkest recesses of my mouth. The time for foreplay was gone. This was about him taking what he’d already promised he’d claim.
Still lightheaded, the taste of him was even more incredible. I didn’t care that I was tasting myself on him. It was sexy and unbridled, keeping me on that very edge of being able to let go with him.
I sensed when he’d had enough, eager for more when he pulled back, taking a moment to nuzzle against my ear. His whisper was hoarse and determined. “Then I’ll be happy to give you everything you need.”
Need.
The word held so many definitions.
But I knew what I needed at that moment.
Every inch of him.
He stood to his full height, taking a step away. Just being able to bask in such a dangerous, masculine man without his clothes was a sheer pleasure, more so than I’d experienced. What was it about him that was so powerful to my system? He could command any room, even in just a towel.
And he certainly was able to command my body. If I’d wanted to ignore him, that wouldn’t have been possible, less so now that we’d kissed.
A single kiss had altered my way of thinking.
And created the kind of burning desires few women were lucky enough to experience in their lifetimes.
Every step he took was predatory in nature and when he was looming over me, I eased to my feet. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife and it was delicious and sinful. I placed both hands on his chest, kneading his muscles while he took several deep breaths.
The connection between us wasn’t just electric. It was cathartic.
He slipped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me against him. Yet this time there was no kiss, only a fiery look of complete control over his conquest. Without saying a word, he turned me to face the table, bending me over as if a true caveman.
Excitement rushed through every cell and muscle, my core completely on fire. My breathing was labored, the short bursts of air barely enough for my lungs. As before, stars floated in front of my eyes and I was captured not only by a man, but by the knowledge of what he could do.
Both with pleasure and violence.
I knew that instinctively. I didn’t need internet clippings or wild accusations to prove the point. He was perhaps the most lethal man I’d ever met or would.
While I’d seen his tender side, this wasn’t one of them. He rubbed the flat of his hand down my back until I suddenly felt a single finger sliding ever so slowly down the crack of my ass. It was his way of telling me he’d claim every hole as often as he wanted.
With my hands planted on the table, I was prepared when he kicked my legs wide open. He shifted his hand, squeezing his fingers around my neck as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy then slowly slid it between my butt cheeks.
Perhaps with a man like Sasha there was never any pretense. This wasn’t romance, although with the jerks I’d experienced in my life, this was as close to being the perfect date as I’d ever had. When he pushed his cockhead against my pussy lips, I didn’t tense. I wasn’t worried.
My lips were pursed in eagerness, my pulse racing. Even my blood pressure was higher. I could feel that in how lightheaded I’d become.
He toyed with me, or perhaps he was worried he’d hurt me after the experience earlier.
When he continued rubbing the tip up and down, I grew almost frustrated, spouting off words I had no idea would affect him.
“Don’t be gentle with me. I don’t need you to be tender.
I just need your cock buried deep inside. ”
His sigh was heavy, but without restraint, he thrust his cock inside. For a few seconds, we were locked together, the intensity of our bodies reacting together something I would never forget.
My muscles strained, stretching to accept his huge girth. I was shocked at the number of vibrations tickling every inch of my body. This wasn’t just about heightened electricity, but about a connection that no one could have foreseen.
I closed my eyes, allowing a single moan. He squeezed his fingers once again and it was all about the claim.
The need.
The increasing hunger.
We both felt it. There was no denying the desire raging through us.
He took a deep breath while holding his shaft inside. When he pulled out, a whimper escaped. The warmth of his body surrounding me was incredible. He drove into me again, holding his cock inside before fisting my hair instead of my neck. I could feel his control slipping.
When he started fucking me, driving into me with brutal strokes, I did what I could to meet every one of them. Arching my back. Pushing against him.
The sounds we made were animalistic. The throes of passion had never felt this good, the sound of his body slamming against mine perfect in every way.
Sasha used my hair like a leash, holding me in place as if I would dare want to go anywhere else. Every sensation was heightened, my breath stolen and he wouldn’t stop. The rhythm was perfect and the ache building deep inside was only driving me into a frenzy.
He finally covered my body with his, slowing the tempo while curling our fingers together. We rocked, minutes ticking by, beads of sweat from his forehead falling on the table. There was something incredible about the way he was taking me. All of me.
I was swept up in the moment, my muscles tense. The rocking became friction. The lust became something else. And soon my body reacted just as it had done before.
A powerful orgasm swept through me, tickling my toes and sliding up my legs. Every muscle was tense, my core exploding at a thousand degrees and still he kept fucking me. Harder. Faster.
We were crazed and manic, every sound he made a guttural growl that I adored.
“Yes. Yes. Oh…” I wasn’t certain I even spoke the words as bliss turned into utter rapture. There wasn’t a single nerve ending that wasn’t seared
Just when I thought he would finally let go, satisfying himself as he’d done with me, he pulled out all the way. The loss was instant and he heard my moans of complaint. That’s when he gathered me into his arms, cradling me as if I was fragile.
And he took long strides from the room.