Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“You really knew your way around this stuff.” Though I spread my thighs in welcome, he simply teased me with those light circles. “How long have you been doing it?”
“Awhile.”
Evasive much? “Now will you tell me about your particular interests?” With his fingers at work, I fought to keep my concentration. “When did you recognize them?”
He opened his mouth to answer, then closed it.
“Please tell me. I’d like to know, since I benefited from those interests so much.”
“I will, one day. For now, I don’t want to think that far back into the past.” How far back? “Know this: before you, I participated, but now I see those encounters for what they truly were.”
“What?”
His gaze held mine. “Practice.”
“For me?”
“For you.”
I couldn’t stop the slow grin that spread over my face.
His eyes dipped to it, darkening. “There will be rules, Natalie.” He reached between my thighs at last, palming me with a sure grip. “This is mine. I’m the only one who gets to pet you here. I plan to keep you well pleased, but if you ever need to come, you wait for me—or for my command.”
“So I’m never to play with myself in front of a camera for you?” I wriggled over his erection, making him inhale sharply.
“I’ll order you to do that again—at a time when I can properly enjoy it. I was in a meeting that day when I stole a look at you.” Against my damp neck, he said, “I shot hard as rock, had to rush out of the building. The phone shook in my hand the entire way back to you.”
His words sent a thrill through me. “Then I’ll await your command.”
“And my permission. You’re not to come at all until you ask for—and receive—permission from me.”
“I can live with that. Any other rules?”
“Yes, one.” He pinched my chin. “Don’t ever look at another man with lust, unless you want him dead.”
I knew he meant that literally.
“You belong to me alone. No man could feel more possessive of a woman than I do you.” His eyes mesmerized me, as if he could see into my soul. Right now, I felt more vulnerable with Sevastyan than I had in front of an audience of dozens. “Do you understand me?”
Gazing up at him, I nodded.
“Horosho.” Good. “I think that deserves a reward.” He settled me on the submerged bench—alone. Before I could protest he’d risen from the water.
Drops sluiced down those magnificent muscles, over his entrancing tattoos. Just the sight of his body made my achy nipples grow even harder, my pussy wetter.
After spreading another plush robe over the flat marble expanse at the edge of the tub, he lifted me to my feet. “Go to your knees and forearms on the robe.” He helped me climb up.
Even out of the water, I felt floaty and boneless, letting him guide me into the position he desired—one that left me bare to his gaze.
“Now rest on the side of your face and straighten your arms back alongside your body. That’s it. Ease your legs apart.” Even more exposed? “Good. Keep this position.” He moved behind me. “Just relax and accept what I’m going to do to you.”
Which would be what exactly—
He grazed the head of his cock along the crease of my ass.
I gasped. Surely he wasn’t going to do that?
“So sensitive.” Another graze. “Why am I even surprised?”
Right when I was resigned, arching up for him to do whatever he wanted, he leaned down and began to kiss one side of my ass, light nips and licks where he’d whipped me.
“You’re going to be sore here too.” The other side of my ass received the same attention. “You were so exquisite with these bright pink lashes over your pale skin.” He ran his face against the backs of my thighs. “I imagined how each one must have made you feel and nearly came just from the sight.”
He moved his face between my legs, leaning in to my pussy. To kiss from this angle? That was so hot. . . .
With his first lick, I couldn’t bite back a cry.
“You sound surprised.” He teased my entrance with the tip of his tongue, then said, “You didn’t think I’d let a day go by without tasting you here? There’s a reason I call you milaya moya.” My sweet. “I’ll be irritable any day I don’t get my fix of this.” He kissed me like he would french kiss my mouth, with his tongue sweeping and seeking between my lips.
I moaned, already close. I wanted him to continue—but I was on fire for him inside me. “Sevastyan, please fuck me again.”
“Can’t. You must be tender. I don’t want to hurt you.” He parted me with his thumbs, setting in with even more hunger.
Panting, I said, “I-I can take it.”
He moved lower to my clitoris. “This isn’t enough?”
“Oh, God!” My hands curled into fists.
A dark chuckle sounded against my flesh. “Relax and accept.” He kept licking and sucking, until I was in a crisis: not wanting to come without permission, but tripping along the brink.
“Sevastyan, can I—”
“No.”
“Please let me come!”
“How?” he demanded.
“Wh-what?”
“How do you want to be made to come? Be more specific when you beg me. And hold your position if you want my mouth.”
I forced myself to go limp. “Please keep doing what you’re doing. Harder.” My words were throaty with passion.
“Where? Be very specific.” He was so domineering that my thoughts got scrambled for the thousandth time tonight.
“Please . . . lick my clit . . . until you make me come.”
“Umm. Better.” He was lording his sexual power over me, and I didn’t know which one of us enjoyed it more.
As he bent down farther to better tongue my bud, he spread the globes of my ass, his fingers nearing my ring.
I couldn’t believe I was about to say . . . “A-and touch me there at the same time.”
All innocence, he asked, “Here, love?” just before his stiffened tongue speared inside my pussy.
I stamped the tops of my feet with frustration. “You know what I mean!”