His finger slipped into my sheath, up into my sucking wetness, and I let his skin go to howl to the heavens.
With his face hovering over mine in a mask of sensual determination, he dragged his other hand from my bottom to the lengths of my hair. He grabbed huge hanks of tresses, yanked my neck back, and plunged his mouth over mine.
I moaned deliriously, taking his ferocious kiss and returning it just as greedily.
My legs would’ve melted bonelessly if I hadn’t been chained to the ceiling. If his finger didn’t twist and twirl inside my pussy like his tongue twisted and twirled inside of my mouth. And when he broke away, I chased his mouth and his tongue, listening to his labored breaths.
In the next instant, Arkady removed the first nipple clamp. With his teeth.
Then he engulfed my nipple between his lips, soothing the pain and stimulating hotter, higher pleasure.
“Ooooh!” I writhed against him, overcome by sensation.
He repeated the maneuver on my other nipple, licking, lapping, suckling even while the finger between my thighs slid in and out, in and out.
He toyed with my swollen buds using his teeth and tongue, and played with my swollen sex with that one . . . single . . . finger until I couldn’t see straight anymore.
“You are mine.” His voice rasped silkily. “This is my body now and you’re not to hurt it, dragotsennaya printsessa.”
His tongue leaped out to curl around my pointed areola, and my head lolled backward.
“Mine to take care of.”
His fingertip swept up through the engorged folds of my sex to teasingly rotate around my clit.
I licked my lips. “Yes.”
“You are mine to make feel safe, sane, and secure.” He latched fully onto a puffy nipple. “And mine to pleasure.”
My belly hollowed when he thrust his finger completely inside of my pussy only to then pull out and leave me on the aching precipice of fulfillment.
“Please,” I begged unashamedly.
“Please what, Lucia?” His dark tone compelled me.
His fingers caressed my neck before they closed around my throat.
Anchoring me to him.
“Please make you come for me?” His rough voice and raw words tore a moan from me.
I was bound. Strung up. Sweaty. Hot. Awash with forbidden arousal.
And his huge erection kept brushing against my hip.
Languidly drilling two fingers inside my sex-sodden sheath, he penetrated the darkest corners of my mind. His voice and his words and his touch drove my arousal to fever pitch.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
11
Arkady
SWEAT DRIPPED FROM MY brow, and I’d never been harder.
I possessed certain . . . proclivities when it came to fucking a woman. And seeing Lucia bound for my domination lit a roaring beast-like lust inside of me.
“You want to come for me?” I asked, drawing the hot nub of one nipple between my lips where a burst of her flavor filled my senses.
She didn’t answer, too busy whimpering and writhing.
She didn’t know she’d never looked more sumptuous with her lush tits and her wide hips. Her shapely ass I’d striped bright pink, and her cunt pulsing right around my fingers.
Her voluptuous body had ripened into full sensuality just waiting to be plucked . . . by me.
“Tell me, Lucia,” I ordered.
She moaned hotly, wriggling some more, trying to drive her tit back into my mouth and her pussy farther down onto my fingers.
I withdrew those digits dripping with her lust.
Holding my shiny hand in front of her, I sucked her luscious essence between my lips. A low murmur of appreciation deepened from my chest.
She twisted—strung up as she was from the ceiling—seeking contact that wouldn’t come until I deemed her ready.
Until I had her begging.
Her eyes—a glassy deeper brown—flicked to mine.
And I stood directly in front of her and opened my pants.
As they slid to my thighs, my heavy cock jutted up and out.
She all but jerked within the binds, her half-mast eyes glittering with even darker desire that finally fully matched mine.
Wrapping a fist around my painfully hard cockmeat, I lightly stroked all the way up to the engorged head that seeped precum.
Lucia found her voice then. “Please, Arkady. Make me come. Let me touch you. Anything! Please!”
And so the begging began in earnest.
A savage smile twisted my lips, and I tucked my cock back away, listening to her keening.
Reaching down, I picked up the flogger again.
Her eyes widened briefly before she thrust her luscious tits forward as if voicelessly pleading for the treatment I delivered without mercy.
Instead of whipping those ripe tits she offered, I lashed her juicy ass. A primal grunt left me, more streaks marking her flawless flesh before fading slowly.
One of these days I was going to rail her ass. Open that tight little probably-virgin hole and stuff her sweet ass full of my cock until she squirted all over the fingers I drilled into her pussy.
My cock jolted, balls so cum-heavy they were barely contained by my trousers.
I licked the side of her neck until I bit the lobe of her ear with the flogger’s tails caressing the crevice of her bottom, and she hissed.
Then I moved to her side, leaving her ample space to view herself in the mirror. She watched my wicked machinations through glossy eyes. She shuddered with uncontrollable reactions to each stroke on her body.
I flogged her gorgeous tits in figure-eight strokes.
Her spine arched.
Her neck fell back.
Her hips rocked forward.
She was lust unleashed for me.
When she was crying out and heaving in the restraints, I scattered the suede tassels in feathery touches across her belly and along her hips.
Her head came up. She bit her lip hard enough to draw a pinpoint of blood.
She shivered, and I could tell she was aching for relief that was only mine to grant.
I went at her again—ass and tits—until pink crisscrossed her golden-toned skin. And, when she pleaded over and over, I spanked the flog tails against her sexy cunt.
The suede lashes came away wet.
With a rough curse, I threw the flogger aside.
I stalked straight in front of Lucia and took great big handfuls of her succulent tits, squeezing so her areolae deepened in more aroused color.
“Arkady! Please!” She almost wept with need. “Please. I can’t. Not anymore. Please, please, please. I want to come for you.”
A growl parted my lips just before I descended. I feasted on those jaw dropping mounds of flesh again, feeling the heat of the whipping I’d given her searing right into the skin of my palms.
Her nipples—blyad—motherfucking works of art.
I devoured, slurped, suckled the peaks until I’d slathered both with shiny saliva.
I licked all the way up those sumptuous globes to her neck she arched for my snaking tongue.
Gripping her hips, I jerked her against me, crashing my engorged cock against her dripping pussy.
I licked lasciviously over her chin, and her head came up.
Golden-brown eyes flashed.
She husked out, “I need to come.”
I’d become a savage beast, but I still held a thin thread of control.
And I controlled her as I palmed the nape of her neck and drew her mouth to mine.