"You will not come unless I allow you. Do you understand?" His question was followed by him thrusting the plug in and out, driving me to the point of madness.
"Uh-huh. I mean... yes, sir."
He resumed licking, sliding one then two fingers inside. With every second, his actions increased in intensity, three fingers then four. As he thrust in and out, his tongue laved my cream.
His fingers, mouth, and tongue moved in a beautiful orchestration, driving me to the point of nirvana then pulling back. Over. And. Over. Again.
I was breathless, blinking several times as I tried to concentrate to keep from coming. Every time he brought me closer, I almost lost it. My nerve endings were singed from the firestorm burning deep within.
His actions became even more demanding, pulling more out of me, controlling me.
Teaching me.
I realized somewhere in my haze that he was training me to be a good little girl, his submissive.
If not his slave.
My mind was muddled, trying to accept any rationality for the sheer enjoyment the brooding Russian was giving me. There was none.
Just passion.
Lust.
Need.
I was spent, my entire body shaking, glistening from the profound effects of pleasure. And he'd yet to issue the command. "Please..." I finally muttered, still taking several deep breaths.
"Please what, little girl?"
"Let me come, sir... I..." My words trailed off, my mouth so dry.
He pressed a wet kiss against my leg before blowing a swath of hot air up and down my pussy. Then he feasted again, even more aggressive than before.
There was no chance I could hold back. None.
Zero.
But I tried, just like an obedient girl would do.
I bucked up from the bed, lifting my face toward the ceiling. There was nothing going to keep me from shooting straight into ecstasy.
"That's it, sweet cherie. Now... Come!"
There was no hesitation, my body responding immediately. The climax rushed up from my toes, slamming into my pussy. "Ah!" The scream was high pitched, floating all around us. I sucked in and held my breath just as the single orgasm turned into a glorious wave.
Stars of the most vibrant colors shifted in front of my periphery of vision, dragging me further into the most perfect nirvana.
I had no idea how much time had passed before I was able to open my eyes, taking a full minute until they were able to focus. He wasn't standing in front of me. I snapped my head toward the door, half smiling when I noticed his expression.
He sat on the edge of the dresser, his arms crossed, merely watching me. "You are also very beautiful when you sleep."
"What? I fell asleep?" I was shocked, even mortified. The bliss had been incredible, but a wave of guilt and shame was trying to crowd out even the memory. I realized that the plug had been removed and for some crazy reason, I felt empty. And I knew he was planning to take me, use me in every manner.
"Only briefly, sweet cherie." He tilted his head, his damn gorgeous blue eyes somehow shimmering in the dim lighting. It was as if he was looking into my very soul. "Come here, Willow. Come to me now."
I eased off the bed onto the floor, crawling toward him. Those same eyes registered surprise as well as amusement. I took my time, moving slowly until I was only a few inches away.
He grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms until I was able to touch his chest. "I like the way you touch me."
"Yes, sir."
"I want to feel your hot, wet mouth wrapped around my cock before I fuck you."
The command was clear.
My hands were shaking as I fumbled with his belt buckle, my entire being rattled from the sheer prowess of the man. I felt so small in his arms as he towered over me. The rough pads of his fingers swept over my shoulders and down my back, cupping and squeezing my bottom.
I managed to unfasten his pants, a single moan slipping past my lips as I eased one hand inside. "Mmm..." The man went commando. The thought was titillating. As I wrapped my hand around his shaft, I heard his breathing change, becoming even more ragged. I fingered his cock, dragging the tip of one nail up and down the underside while I struggled to roll his trousers past his carved hips.
"Be careful, little girl. When you toy with a man, you better be willing to pay the price," he murmured just seconds before gravity took his pants to the floor. He moved to a standing position, snagging his fingers in my hair and holding me in place. "You're going to suck me."
I rubbed my fingers along the insides of his legs, brushing them up and down. His cock was rock hard, jutting a mere inch from my mouth. The scent of him made my mouth water; exotic and musky. I darted my tongue around his cockhead just once, holding my breath until I heard his deep exhale.
"Such a bad girl," he mumbled.
Very gently I tugged off his shoes, tossing both into the corner, rubbing his calves and slipping my hand between his legs. I rolled his balls between my fingers before squeezing, adding just enough pressure that he moaned.
"That's it," he huffed and lowered his head, his long strands falling into his face.