Vaslav had already finished tying off those ties to the bedposts he’d grabbed from the closet just as her mother was picking up the phone. The deal was simple.
Vera could make the call she promised to her mother, but he wouldn’t guarantee how long it would actually last. Maybe she had mentioned something about never being fucked on mink before, and had done so before she made that call to her mother.
Time differences were a bitch.
And her husband was insatiable.
Lucky me.
“You didn’t hang up on me, did you?” Claire asked.
Vaslav tossed Vera a sinful wink as he turned away from the bed and headed out the open doorway to the sitting room just outside. His figure blackened into a shadow as he walked across the flickering flames crackling in the fireplace.
“Soft and warm things, and some shiny things, too,” Vera said, cheekily.
Would her mother figure it out?
Claire, always quick on her feet, quipped, “Let me guess—furs and diamonds.”
“It’s only a little cliché.”
“And you loved every second of it,” her mother returned.
Vera didn’t have to say a thing.
Yes, she did love it. From the furs and diamonds of every color to the imported fragrances and lush bath products that had been packaged in woven baskets she planned to use to plant in next spring. Spoiled with luxury; adored every moment in between. Who wouldn’t bask in that? Her childhood, speckled with memories of when Claire and Demyan were still in the honeymoon stages of their romance and marriage, certainly taught Vera how she wanted to be treated by the man she agreed to love until death parted them.
“He gave me something new every night leading up to tonight,” Vera said, not doing well to suppress her giggle at the silliness of it all. “I think he just likes dragging it on.”
“As long as he’s keeping you busy.”
At the remark from Claire, one Vera didn’t plan on replying to, Vaslav chose that moment to step back inside the bedroom. Black velvet mink fur hung draped over his right arm while he used his left to close the door between their bedroom and the rest of the master suite. At least, if Mira accidentally thought she was okay to enter the initial space, she knew to absolutely stay out of their bedroom when the door was closed.
“I’ll send you pictures of everything tomorrow?” Vera offered.
Claire sighed, already hearing the way her daughter edged them toward ending the call with that question. “You better.”
By the time Vera did get her mother off the phone, Vaslav had already thrown her mink coat wide over the end of the bed. He’d waited—as patient as he could while he eyed her like a starving man staring at his last meal—with his hands planted side by side on the curve of the mattress.
Maybe—just maybe, Vera had strung on the phone call a few extra seconds so she could continue to admire the way his tense, expectant position made her feel like prey. The view of his tattooed chest, the colors faded and bleeding over his defined and muscular lines peppered with dark hair, was always a treat for her.
Vera liked being under him best. When he loomed with his substantial size, all rough and heavy against her, she couldn’t control herself.
The very second the sleek black phone fell to the bed, signaling the end of her call officially, Vaslav ended any pretenses he had about waiting. His hands found her ankles and yanked hard enough to make her yelp from the bite of his grip.
But his goading grin only had her laughing, breathless with anticipation, when he swung both her legs toward the right bedpost.
“When did I say I was letting you tie me up?” Vera asked.
Not that she tried to kick him away as he worked to secure her leg at the ankle with the silk tie. Just the way he opened her up when he pulled her left leg wide to the other post made her pussy throb with what was to come. Even if she still wore her cotton thong that provided some coverage, she could already feel the slick heat pooling against the fabric as her hips squirmed.
“I like the grey ones best,” he said, referring to the color of her underwear. “You see how wet you get right from the start, biksa.”
“Calling me a slut in Russian just makes it sound better, doesn’t it?”
Vaslav’s laugh did the dirtiest things to her imagination when he tossed his head back, and his mouth stretched wide. She could practically imagine the way his laugh would feel rumbling against her pussy if he wasn’t so far away.
“You’re going to make me ruin this coat,” she whispered when he shoved his black boxer-briefs down before climbing up onto the bed. If she was wide open and he fucked her the way she knew he would—hard and unforgiving—then they were both going to leave a mess behind. One that her dignity and pride wouldn’t allow a dry cleaner to attempt to save.
“Surprise,” he murmured, showing his rows of white teeth as he shifted his hands just beyond her shoulders on the bed and loomed over her, “Mira’s hiding the second one I had ordered just in case. You’re not the only one with a kink for fur.”
Vera pouted. “We both know it’s morally apprehensible, Vas.”
And cruel.
“Who even asked?” he returned just as smug.
Vera reached between them, her hands circling his semi-hard shaft to stroke before he could tell her to do it. A hiss of air split through Vaslav’s lips the tighter her fingers became when she came up to the head of his cock. The only part of this man that was soft was the silken skin of his dick, and even that didn’t promise not to hurt a little when he fucked her just the way she liked.
That’s what made it extra good.
“Get me wet, and use me,” he demanded while his hot breath washed down the column of her throat, and he nuzzled at her neck.
She fit his hard cock under the gusset of her thong, and his shaft nestled between her wet folds. Her hand and his weight as he grinded her hips up and down inside her panties kept his cock right where she needed it to be. She was shamefully slick, but it aided the way he glided over the most sensitive parts of her body, and it took no time at all for the ties to be biting into her ankles with every jerky twitch of her legs. It drove her crazy to feel the way Vaslav hardened even more, leaving the marks of his lips and teeth behind on her throat as her moans melted into pants of short breaths.
He slipped inside her as she finally came.
All it took was a shift of his hips, and there he was, every thick inch of him slippery and hard as he filled her. His gentleness dissipated quickly then, while her pussy still clenched tight around his cock from her first orgasm, and he settled in deep.
Half of his weight came down on her. One of his hands helped to keep her pinned to the bed while his teeth found her jaw. She whined from the sharp nip of his teeth as his fingers wove with hers and he shoved their connected fists into the bed.
The sting from his bite was only soothed by the suckle of his lips and tease of his tongue over the same spot before he murmured, “Tell me what you want me to do.”
He held her tight to him.
Still so deep, too.
It was so easy to tell him what she liked because he did it all so fucking well, and enjoyed pulling every orgasm he could from her body while he did it. It pleased him, and that only turned her on more. She wasn’t ashamed to feel like a greedy slut who couldn’t get enough of a man; she was exactly that for Vas, and it didn’t bother her a bit.