“Vera,” he utters my name so softly it sets the hair on the back of my neck on end. His arms go around me from behind and he pins me against the counter, the weight of him solid but warm.
The thick, throbbing length of him presses against my ass. I reach for the detergent, but he stops me, moving my hands to the taps and forcing me to turn them off. “The dishes can wait,” he murmurs in my ear.
I shiver in anticipation. There’s no doubt that I’m at threat of sleeping with this man. A man I hated for so long, despite never meeting him.
He moves my hair to one side and kisses my shoulder and neck gently. I moan, as his hands stroke my thighs, traveling beneath my dress. His fingers edging closer and closer to my dripping wet arousal. He rubs my clit though my lace panties. “You are so fucking wet, Printsessa.”
I arch my back, as his fingers dip inside of me. The sensations he gives me flood me with conflicting emotions and feelings.
“Fuck,” I say, finally giving in to this warped attraction.
“That’s it, Vera,” he groans, grinding his cock against my ass. The only thing between us are his clothes. “Submit to me,” he growls, nipping my ear and sending an electrifying pain through my body.
I’m lost. The woman I was when Andrei bought me is gone. I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know what I want anymore.
How can everything I believed unravel so quickly?
He digs his fingertips into my hips and spins me around quickly, making me gasp. Our eyes meet and his burn with such hunger it makes me moan. “Do you still want to be my submissive, Vera?”
I nod my head, unable to find the words. This man is impossible to resist. His dominance calls to a part of myself I thought I’d buried three years ago.
A part of me that longs to live and give in to my needs and wants. When my family died, I gave up on living.
“Answer me,” he says, eyes flashing.
“Yes, I want you to take me, sir,” I say, my voice so quiet and laced with desire I can barely recognize it.
His lips descend on mine frantically and he lifts me into his arms. I hook my own around his neck and he carries me out of the living area. He kicks open the door to a large, plush bedroom.
I swallow hard as he sets me down in the center of the bed, noticing the restraints already fitted to each corner.
How many women has he made submit to him on this bed?
I can’t understand why an odd sense of jealousy rises in me contemplating it. He hasn’t even fucked me yet, and I can’t stand thinking about him touching another woman.
I watch as he slips out of his tailored suit jacket, casting it aside. He then unbuttons his shirt, revealing his perfect, sculpted muscles. My mouth waters at the sight. Andrei is pure male perfection.
“Undress,” he says, as his fingers tease at his belt.
I scramble to unzip my dress at the side, pushing it off and revealing my breasts to him.
He groans, grabbing his hard cock in his boxer briefs. The sight of him like that makes me moan. I need this man inside of me. It may be insane. It may make no sense, but it’s all I need right now.
“Take me,” I say, letting my fingers drop between my thighs.
“Off,” he commands.
I hook my finger into the waistband of my panties and pull them down, revealing myself to him.
“Perfect,” he says.
I lick my lips, as he grabs the waistband of his boxers and shifts them down his muscled hips. The thought of seeing him naked again makes me even wetter. The last time I was torn, but this time I want him. I watch, as he pulls them down and his cock springs free, slapping against his abs.
The size of him is almost impossible to register. Somehow, it looks bigger than the first time I saw it. The thick head beading with pearly liquid.
He walks to one side of the bed. “Lie down with your head over the side.”
I do as he says, eager to please him. The tip of his cock inches from my lips. I know what he wants from me and my pussy aches at the thought of sucking him. Any part of him inside of me excites me beyond comprehension.
“Open wide, Krasivaya.”
I open my mouth, accepting the hot, throbbing head of his cock inside. He groans the moment my tongue touches him, tasting the salty liquid dripping from the tip. “Relax your throat and breathe through your nose. If you need me to stop, grab my hand,” he instructs.
I do as he says as every hot, thick inch of him slides down my throat. It’s impossible to breathe any other way than through my nose. The thickness of him sliding into my throat and spilling his hot seed down it. I panic, gagging on him and spilling saliva all over my face and his cock.
He pulls back, “Rasslabsia,́ breathe through your nose.”
I nod my head, and he slides in. The throbbing heat of him there makes me wetter than I’ve ever been, as he fucks my throat gently. I focus on breathing through my nose, gagging less. It’s impossible to fit every inch of him into my throat, but a good three quarters of him moves in and out.
I hum around his cock, letting him take total control. The lack of control is freeing, as he gropes my breasts in his rough hands, using me the way he wants. Saliva drips all over his cock and my face, and tears prickle in my eyes.
“Fuck, Vera,” he groans, increasing the tempo.
More salty, masculine liquid slides down my throat. It’s a flavor that drives me wild—his taste. A sudden, wanton need to swallow every drop of his seed washes over me.
He keeps fucking my throat, while cupping my breasts in his hands. My hard nipples ache at his touch.
To my annoyance, he pulls out of my throat, panting. “What are you doing?”
He shakes his head and grabs hold of my hair, forcing me to sit upright. “I’m in control, Vera. No questions.”
He grabs hold of my hips, flipping me over and forcing me onto my hands and knees. It’s as if he’s an animal, as he feasts on my pussy with a frenzied need. Within seconds I’m panting and struggling to catch my breath. The hot, fiery pleasure building faster than I’ve ever known.
His hand comes down hard on my left ass cheek three times, before switching to my right for three spanks. I come undone on the last erotic stroke of his hand, unable to hold on any longer.
My whole body is shaking with the force of an orgasm that makes me dizzy and breathless. I can’t see as he keeps on licking and sucking at me, kneading the sore skin on my backside.
I try to get out of his hard, firm grip. The need to gain some control of the situation, making it impossible to stay still. “Don’t fight it, Vera.” He slaps my ass again, hard enough to sting. “Let me dominate you.”
Dominate.
I feel every muscle in my body tremble at the word. All my life, I’ve been in control. Andrei wants me to submit that control, which turns me on and scares me at the same time.
“You will feel so good if you let me take control,” he groans against my arousal, licking me. “Give in to me, Vera.” His voice is husky and low.
It breaks the last of my resistance, as I let him take control. It’s freeing and arousing, as I stop writhing in his grip. His tongue returns to my center, dipping inside of me.
I moan, clawing my fingers into the expensive bedding. He licks my clit and then dips his fingers inside of me. The sudden invasion sending a burst of hot pressure through me.
I’ve only just had an orgasm, but another is building so fast. The way he reads my body is like a book. “Andrei,” I mutter his name, trying to hold on.
“Come for me, Krasivaya.” He slaps my ass hard three times on each cheek.
I scream his name, as he sends me over the edge, my body convulsing. For a moment, I can’t hear or see. It’s as if my brain has short circuited.
Maybe I died from too much pleasure. As I come to my senses, I’m on my back. Andrei is looming over me and my hands are tightly bound in the restraints.
His cock is resting against my dripping wet center. The look in his eyes is unadulterated hunger. I know what is about to happen. The man I was sent here to kill is about to take my virginity.