The kiss was hot and wet and full of sweeping tongues. I kissed her slowly, languidly, taming her pleasure as I’d tamed her pain to my will.
Grasping her warmed ass, I slid one thigh between her legs. I pulsed my muscles against her cunt as she whimpered into my mouth, a cry so needy it set my balls on edge.
I drew back just enough to part our lips.
“Arkady!”
I set a lone fingertip against her swollen mouth. “Shh.”
I dragged that finger down between her tits, along the silken black rope I’d harnessed her breasts with. I traced a line to her bellybutton while dropping to my knees in front of her. I curled my fingertip through the fine line of black hair that decorated her mons.
I blew across that tuft of hair then leaned in to wallow in her womanly scent.
She rose to the tips of her toes and pressed her hips forward.
Lucia’s was the type of figure one would see on the prow of a pirate ship. And I felt like a pirate right then, my mouth just centimeters away from the very best treasure of all.
My hands roamed up the backs of her legs, and I only brushed over the bandages I’d fixed earlier before sinking my fingers into her full ass.
I licked a path up the inside of her leg until I lapped one plump cunt lip.
“Arkady!” she cried out.
That was it.
Enough.
Her flavor slipped over my tongue, and I had to have her on my face. In my mouth. All over me.
Finesse, control, restraint fled.
I fucking feasted.
I forged deep with my tongue, sliding right into the tight wet hole that pulsated around my muscle and dripped into my throat.
I drank from her as she shrieked and I finally, finally let her come.
Her legs vibrated, and her body would’ve swayed had I not held her in place.
I ate the hell out of her sexy pussy, draping one leg over my shoulder and holding onto her ass. I tongued her, licked her, sucked and even bit her.
She crashed through one orgasm straight into the next because I became slavering and wild, crazed for her taste and her tempestuousness.
I’d been starving for one like her. So haughty on the outside but beneath all the properness, secretly naughty just the way I needed.
My mafia heiress . . .
Brought to one more surging orgasm by me.
Laying kisses all along her soaked pink flesh, I breathed heavily against her as her tummy trembled and I was almost overcome by my own furious need.
She could hardly move except to quiver when I sucked the bright pink nub of her clit between my lips and sank two fingers into her convulsing depths for one last screaming, creaming climax.
Blyad.
My nostrils flaring and my breath faltering, I slid my fingers out to catch the last of her orgasm on my tongue and deep, deep in my mouth.
I wanted my cock to be so fucking far inside of her she’d taste me at the back of her throat.
Face hard, I rolled up to my feet.
Lucia swung from the dark red velvet rope as aftershocks shook her body.
I could take her now.
But this wasn’t about me.
I gripped my dick once, moving the stiff length into a slightly more comfortable position, and only looked up when Lucia’s voice came out smoky and intense, “Let me suck you.”
I inhaled a ragged breath.
I balled my fists at my sides.
I shut my eyes and rolled my neck.
When I looked at her again, it was apparent I’d taken a toll on her and not in an undesirable way.
A beautiful mess, she leaned toward me once more, drawing my gaze to the darkly engorged tips of her breasts. Many of my marks crisscrossed her skin, the pink stripes a testament to my mastery and her giving me control over her pain.
Her flesh now branded by me, she’d be reminded I could relieve her in ways no other man could.
“You want to show me how well you can suck, Lucia?” A grin full of sinister intent pulled at my lips.
Her eyes strayed to my groin where there was no mistaking the bold imprint of my cock, and she nodded. She said please again.
I was tempted. Oh so very tempted. But her aftercare was more important than my savage arousal. I would deny my own pleasure only after I pushed her one last step.
Still wearing a dirty smirk, I picked up the flogger.
Her gold-glazed eyes flipped to mine, but she asked no questions.
Good girl.
She’d deliciously asked to suck my cock.
Instead, I rubbed her mouth with the hilt of the flogger, saying lowly, “Show me what you’ve got then.”
A gasp opened her lips, and I rimmed the red oval before her tongue curled out.
Lucia licked the handle then I held the flogger higher, driving her chin up.
She pursed her mouth then planted a cock-jolting kiss on the butt before letting me slide the warmed black leather handle into her mouth.
The hilt rose from between her pouty lips, wet and shiny.
Wet and shiny like my cock would be if I let her suck me off right now.
Too turned on to watch anymore, I tossed the flogger away.
Her eyes swam with fresh arousal, but I knew it was time to take care of her.
I easily took her weight onto my body as I carefully unhooked her wrists from the hanging rope above.
Her nude form draped sweetly over me, and I carried her to the bed covered in fresh linens.
I laid her on her side and untied her arms first.
“Ahhh,” she breathed out, stretching her arms and legs.
After coiling the ropes, I tenderly rubbed her wrists to her forearms.
Her softened gaze followed my every move as I undid the harness that bound her breasts. When she was fully released, I picked her up again and carried her to a sleek, black walled bathroom just off the room.
The light glowed low, and Lucia spied the huge bathtub immediately. “A tub!”
I sat her on a cushiony high-backed chair well away from the bathtub and crouched in front of her.
Thankfully, the bandages I’d wrapped earlier still held in place and hadn’t bled through.
I gazed up at her, my hands on her ankles. “Da. And you can have a long hot soak as soon as those cuts on your thigh heal.”
Her lips popped open in protest.
I hushed her. “I know warm water makes blood stream faster, Lucia. Is that what you had planned earlier?”
She glanced away tellingly.
Jesus Christ.
Then she whispered, “You marked me too.”
“My marks fade, dragotsennaya printsessa.” I stroked a fingertip across one of the stripes on her breast. “They’re a reminder, not a scar.”
“Why did you do that to me?” She looked so unsure and so beautiful sitting there.
“Because you needed it, and I so very fucking much wanted to do that to you.” That hot stab of dark need gored into me again. “But you are not to hurt yourself anymore. If you need pain, you come to me. I will deliver the punishment and always make sure you scream in pleasure at the end of it all. After you understand I control it.”
I control her.
I stood, moving to the sink to soak a washcloth in warm water.
“Are you sure I’m the first woman you’ve had here?” The very first note of uncertainty invested her voice.
Very good. She is jealous.
A smirk spread my lips as I returned to her. “Da. I just moved in, you see.”
I saw a brief flash of anger before she gave herself over to my ministrations again.
She was too blissed out to fight.