When her moans get louder and she’s scrunching the sheet in her fists, I pick up my pace and rub her trigger buttons harder. Our bodies rock in tandem as I thrust so deep that my groin spanks her ass. I move harder and faster, until the sound of our flesh slapping together drowns out her moans.
The way all her muscles pull tight is my cue that she’s about to come. My release threatens to explode when she clenches around my cock, milking me, pulling me deeper. I grit my teeth, ignoring the raging need to spill already, and ride out her orgasm without breaking my speed. Only when she goes slack and collapses with her upper body flat on the mattress do I let go. The climax hits me like a cyclone. White-hot heat erupts as I empty my body inside hers. I pump until I’m dry before stretching out over her with my weight supported on my elbows.
Her panting is erratic, her ribs expanding and contracting with fast breaths. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, I kiss her nape and the arch of her neck. She smells of peaches. I can’t resist sucking on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, leaving a mark. My mark. If I could, I’d stay inside her and fall asleep like this, but I’m already late for work.
Regretfully, I pull out. She moans.
I kiss the shell of her ear. “Don’t move.”
Leaving her in a disarray of tangled, sex-drenched sheets, I wet a washcloth with warm water in the bathroom and carry it back with a towel. Once I’ve cleaned her up, I take out something I got for her from my dresser drawer.
I sit down next to her and show her the small box and the lube.
“What’s that?” she asks with a frown, pushing up onto her elbows.
A wicked smile curves my lips. “I want your ass, Katyusha. I want every part of you.” Lifting the lid of the box, I show her the silicone bullet with the sparkly head. “But I need to prep you before you’ll be able to take me.”
Her eyes flare. “Is that what I think it is?”
My smile widens. “A butt plug. You’ll have to wear it all day. It will stretch you.”
“I…” She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I’ve never done that.”
I brush the hair from her forehead. “Do you want to?”
She considers it for a moment.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not up for,” I say. “We can try, and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”
“All right,” she says slowly. “I guess.”
Even spent, my cock twitches. “Kneel for me, kiska.”
Obediently, she goes onto her hands and knees.
“That’s good.” I brush a hand over the firm curve of her ass. “Lean your upper body on the bed.”
Watching me from over her shoulder, she bends her elbows and rests her cheek on her arm.
“Perfect,” I say, caressing the other cheek.
The position pushes her ass into the air. Her globes are spread, giving me easier access to her virgin hole. Uncapping the tube, I lube the plug well.
“This is going to feel a little cold.” I smooth a hand over her lower back. “Take a deep breath and hold it until I tell you to blow out.”
She inhales deeply, looking a little frightened.
“This won’t hurt,” I say huskily, pressing the tip of the plug against her opening and letting her get used to the pressure. “Blow out now, slow and steady.”
When she exhales the air from her lungs, I splay my fingers over her ass and spread her wider while applying a little more pressure.
“How are you doing?” I murmur, pressing harder slowly but surely.
Biting her lip, she gives me a nod.
“Words, Katerina.”
“I’m good,” she says in a breathy voice.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes.”
Gently, I twist the plug from side to side, stretching her sphincter until the ring of muscles gives and the toy pops inside. The white gemstone fits prettily in her crease, a jewel adorning a jewel.
“How does that feel?” I ask, stroking my palms over her ass cheeks.
“Strange.” Her voice holds a curious tone. “Full.”
Heat building at the base of my cock roughens my tone. “Wait until I take you while you’re wearing that plug.”
Her cheeks flush a little.
“It’s so fucking sexy.” I trace the outline of the brilliant stone. “Do you want to see?”
She nods.
I go back to the bathroom and return with a mirror. She cranes her neck for a look, her flush deepening as she studies the sparkly stone that adorns her asshole. I’m not into BDSM or anything like that, but I am an anal man, and without this preparation, I risk hurting, if not tearing, her.
After I set the mirror aside, I get back onto the bed and pull her legs straight so she’s lying flat on her stomach. Ignoring my renewed need, I spend the next ten minutes massaging her shoulders, back, and buttocks to help her relax. When she’s soft and pliant, I press a kiss to the top of her crease.
“Stay,” I order. “I’ll be back in a few minutes with breakfast.”
As usual, breakfast waits in the warming drawer. Tima made syrniki. Served with sour cream, honey, and berries, the cottage cheese pancakes are my favorite. After feeding Katerina in bed, I rush through a shower and get dressed quickly. She’s dozing off again when I kiss her goodbye. It takes much willpower to tear myself away from her and walk out of the room.
Igor and Leonid are waiting in the foyer when I get downstairs. Dimitri and Yuri are already in the car, the engine idling.
“Guard her with your life,” I tell Igor. His orders are to protect Katerina when I’m not here.
He nods with a steely expression.
“Ready?” I ask Leonid.
He moves his jacket aside, showing me the pistol in his waistband.
We drive to my office in a convoy of five cars. I expect an ambush every minute we’re on the move. I almost wish for it, just wanting to get the fight over with and kill the motherfuckers already, but nothing happens, and half an hour later, we arrive safely at my office building.
Grigori greets me with coffee and a stack of reports. A pile of contracts waits on my desk to be signed. Once he’s briefed me on what I’ve missed in my absence, I spend the first hour catching up with the tasks on my priority list.
At noon sharp, Adrian calls on the secure line.
“What do you have for me?” I ask, swiveling my chair toward the window.
“Something big.”
My body tenses with anticipation. “Go on.”
“I’ve been keeping tabs on Oleg Pavlov, as you requested. A huge amount of money was recently moved from his bank account and distributed between various accounts. Some of those are offshore and others local. From there, the funds went dark. My finance expert managed to trace a portion of it. Some of the money ended up in Bitcoin and some in shell corporations. It’s a real fucking maze. Whoever designed the system made sure we’d be taken on a wild goose chase.” He pauses. “It turns out all the diversions lead back to one place, or should I say, one person.”
“Who?” I demand.
“A hacker in Moscow. Goes by the name of Mukha. He’s gone to great pains to keep his identity concealed. I’m afraid I don’t have his real name for you yet.”