Dmitri
Chapter Seventeen
I couldn’t even fathom what Nazar had told me during our conversation. Giovanni Balestrini had another son. How the fuck was that even possible? For the past ten years, while the Antonov Bratva was strengthening their empire, so were the Balestrinis.
When I walked back to the mansion, my body was surging with rage.
There was only one thing that could cool the fire burning inside me.
I thought Lara would be in the library, since that was where she liked to spend most of her time.
Finding that she wasn’t there only fueled my anger further.
I knew she loved the gardens, but I had just come from there and I hadn’t seen her outside.
The only other place she could be was the conservatory.
Once again, the room was empty. Where the fuck was she? As I went to the kitchen to find Marta, Lara surprised me by coming out of the pantry. When she looked up, she jumped with surprise. I had seen this reaction before. It was one of a guilty conscience.
“What were you doing in the panty?” I questioned, watching her move away from the pantry door to busy herself by opening the fridge.
“I was looking for something to snack on,” she replied in a defensive tone.
I know it was a lie since we ate less than an hour ago and I had to force her to eat even then. I had seen that look on her face before. It was the same one she had when I found her in my study.
For no other reason other than my shitty mood, I walked toward her, closed the fridge door, and took hold of her hand. Without giving her a reason, I led her out of the kitchen.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice echoing through the grand hallway as she hurried to match my stride.
“It’s a surprise,” I replied, my heart pounding with anticipation. The thought of what I had planned for her made my blood race.
I led her through the opulent foyer, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors.
The grand staircase swept up ahead of us, and I could feel her curiosity piqued as we ascended, her hand brushing against the cool, ornate railing.
Once we reached our bedroom, I pulled her inside and turned to lock the door, the soft click echoing through the room.
Not for her, but to ensure no unwanted interruptions from the staff.
Turning to face her, I loosened my tie, the silk fabric sliding against my collar. “Strip,” I commanded, my voice low and firm.
Lara looked around the room, her eyes wide with uncertainty, as if searching for someone else I might be addressing.
“Now,” I ordered, my tone sharp and demanding.
She jumped slightly, startled by the authority in my voice. Slowly, she began to undress. I watched intently as she reached behind her, the sound of her zipper descending filling the silent room. She pushed her skirt down her toned legs, the fabric pooling at her feet before she stepped out of it.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned her blouse, the soft rustle of fabric breaking the silence as it slid off her shoulders and fluttered to the floor.
The lace of her bra and panties contrasted beautifully against her smooth skin, but as exquisite as they were, I craved the sight of her completely bare.
She stood before me fully naked, her arms wrapped around herself, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.
Humiliation had a way of doing that, and I planned to exploit it, to degrade her until her self-worth was a distant memory.
I wanted her obedience, for her to know exactly what I desired the moment she heard the turn of the lock.
“On the bed, kukolka ,” I instructed, my voice steady as I shrugged off my suit jacket. “With your ass in the air.”
I watched as she walked to the end of the bed, her hips swaying slightly. She climbed up the two steps, her knees sinking into the plush mattress as she positioned herself on all fours. “Hands behind your back, head on the mattress.”
Lara lowered her head to the mattress, her cheek pressing against the cool fabric as she brought her hands behind her back. She turned her head toward me, her eyes seeking mine, but I moved out of her line of vision. She tried to lift her head, but I pressed my hand firmly against her back.
“Don’t move,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for disobedience.
Knowing she wouldn’t lift her head from the mattress, I circled the bed like a prowling beast, the carpet thick and silencing beneath my feet.
The nightstand held the items I needed, and I retrieved them with a quiet that didn’t disrupt the soft rhythm of her breathing.
The handcuffs clicked securely around her wrists, the cool metal a stark contrast to her warm, velvety skin.
I gathered the remaining items and moved to the foot of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight.
With deliberate slowness, I removed the rest of my clothes, each piece falling to the floor like a whispered promise.
Positioning myself behind her, I could see the goosebumps rise along her skin as my palm made contact with the top of her thigh.
I traced a path up over the curve of her cheek to the full, round expanse of her ass, her creamy flesh a stark contrast to my large, tattooed hands.
Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, a cascade of innocence that only heightened my lust.
She tried to lift her head again, but a gentle pressure from my hand on her back kept her still. Her voice trembled, a soft vibrato that echoed through the room as I continued to caress her cheeks, my fingers tracing lazy patterns before gliding down to her puckered hole.
Her pussy glistened between her legs, a beckoning haven of desire.
I lowered my head, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils as I buried my face in her warm, wet heat.
She moaned loudly, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room as my tongue lapped at her folds.
I feasted on her like a man possessed, licking lines, circles, and countless other shapes into her wet flesh.
Her legs shook violently, and it took wrapping my arms around her thighs to keep her upright, my muscles straining against her trembling form.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, pulling it between my lips and grazing over it roughly with sharp teeth, the sensation drawing a gasp from deep within her.
Parting her cheeks with both hands, I exposed her tight, winking hole to my hungry eyes.
Perfect, just like the rest of her. I couldn’t resist licking around those curves for a few demented seconds, her moans growing louder as I dipped two fingers into her pussy and brought them up to her ring of muscle.
I circled the pretty whorl, loosening the outer muscles, preparing her for what was to come.
“What are you….” Her voice was a breathless whisper, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, my voice a low growl of desire. “I think you’ll take me easily.”
Lara’s body tensed like a bowstring as I applied steady pressure. I delivered two sharp, staccato smacks to her ass, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder.
“Relax, kukolka ,” I cautioned, my voice a low rumble of warning.
She yelped, her body melting into the mattress as I pressed a finger against the tight, puckered ring of muscles and slid into her ass. Her shoulder blades drew together, forming a valley down her back, but her body yielded to my intrusion with ease, swallowing my finger whole.
When I withdrew almost entirely and pushed back in, a keening wail escaped her lips, raw and primal. I added another finger, and she stilled beneath me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Relax. You can take it,” I murmured, my voice a low, soothing timbre.
“No. It’s too much,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible.
I spat on her hole, using my finger to rub the warm, slick saliva into her entrance.
She bucked against me as I pressed both fingers inside, her body quivering like a taut wire.
As I delved deeper, the thought of replacing my fingers with my cock, instead of the butt plug, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
When her entrance was slick and ready, I placed the cool, smooth tip of the plug against her hole and began to press it in.
She whimpered loudly, her body trembling, but she kept her hole relaxed, like a good girl.
Her sphincter resisted at first, so I worked the plug against her, moving it back and forth in a steady rhythm until she was muttering incoherently, her body slick with sweat.
I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it roughly, adding another layer to her pleasure.
Her body convulsed, threatening to buck off the bed.
When I pinched the throbbing nub between two fingers, she came undone, her orgasm explosive and all-consuming.
She toppled onto the bed, her ass finally giving in and swallowing the plug entirely.
I took a moment to admire the platinum plug nestled deeply within her, the glistening emerald jewel that crowned the tip winking in the soft light.
Grasping her hips firmly, I lifted her from the bed, her body taut and eager.
I held her in place, pausing for a moment to savor the anticipation.
With a deliberate, powerful thrust, I plunged inside her, my hips driving forward like a relentless tide.
I focused all my concentration on the sensation, desperate to prolong the moment and not succumb to the overwhelming pleasure too soon.
The toy, already nestled within her, created a double penetration that constricted her passage until she was stretched taut around me.
Her pussy was impossibly tight, gripping me with a greedy intensity that left me lightheaded and breathless.
Reaching over, I grabbed the remote lying on the bed and turned it to the middle setting.
The plug’s vibration pulsed through the thin walls of her pussy and up my cock, sending a trail of electricity straight to my balls.
The sensation was so intense that I had to drop my forehead to her back, seeking calming breaths to steady myself.
I was on the verge of losing control with just one stroke.
“Oh, my god, Dmitri,” she begged, her voice laced with desperation and need.
“Does my kukolka want me to fuck her?” I growled, my voice thick with lust.
“Yes, please,” she panted, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
Garbled words fell from her lips as I slammed into her, each thrust powerful and unyielding. Her body thrashed beneath me, helpless against the force of my movements. The crude, primal sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of raw, carnal desire.
“You love having both your holes stuffed,” I gritted out through clenched teeth, my voice a low, feral growl.
She nodded frantically, her head bobbing back and forth wildly with denial as I pounded into her with savage intensity. The room echoed with the sound of my hips slamming against her ass, a relentless, rhythmic beat that drove us both closer to the edge.
Sliding my hand beneath her, I closed my fingers around her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch. She gasped as I yanked her head back, her body arching against mine.
“Remember, kukolka, I will own every inch of you,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.
Kissing her temple, I murmured, “One day this ass will be mine. I’m going to place my cock against those untried muscles and I’m going to push slowly, so slowly you’ll feel like you’re dying.
And you’ll scream my name,” I said, moving the plug back and forth to emphasize my words.
“You’ll scream my name so loud over and over, the whole house will know who’s fucking you.
I’ll be so deep inside you, stretching your ass until you feel like you’re being ripped in two.
But you’ll take all nine inches of me. And I’ll fuck you.
I’ll fuck you so hard that you will never forget who you belong to. ”
Lara writhed against me, her body aflame from the relentless assault of my touch. I could feel her orgasm building within her, a wild, coiling sensation climbing higher and higher, like a tempest about to break.
“That’s why I want your ass, kukolka ,” I murmured, my voice a low growl. “Because then I will own every single part of you. And just like everything else about you, it belongs to me. It’s mine.”
My kukolka reveled in dirty talk. I couldn’t tell if it was my words or my actions or the potent combination of both, but her mouth parted in a silent gasp, her eyes slammed shut, and she came with a scream that emptied her lungs.
Her pussy clenched around my cock, and with one final, powerful thrust, I succumbed to the primal urge.
I came with a roar, unable to hold back as her pussy contracted around me, milking me, drawing out every last drop of my hot cum.
Soon, she would bear my child, the ultimate testament of my power.