As she led the way to the staircase, she glanced back at me.
Her eyes held a dark gleam, the filthiest promise.
“I am starving, dragotsennaya printsessa. And food is the farthest thing from my mind.”
“I know.”
Her hips swung. Her full ass swayed.
I salivated all the way up to the third floor where she opened the door and waltzed through.
She’d lit candles.
She’d put some kind of padding on the bed.
She’d been preparing for this, for me.
Fire kindled inside my body, my cock getting harder by the second.
She took one last sip of wine before setting the glass aside.
Approaching in a slinky manner, she moved in such a way that the candles’ glow sent light and shadow over her barely concealed body.
Resting light hands on my chest, she turned her face up to mine and I bent for her kiss, but she stopped before our mouths met.
“Blyad, Lucia.” I yanked her to me, swinging her up into a voracious kiss that made my dick thicken in the hardest possible way against her belly.
I’d barely tasted her lips before she broke free. She waltzed away again.
I let her, my fists closed at my sides and my balls pulsing already.
“For all the times you’ve massaged me, I think it’s time I reciprocated.” Picking up a bottle of oil, she leaned against the far wall. “Now, undress for me.”
I grunted, jaw clenched. “Just as long as you know you’re not using that paddle on my ass.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Breath rushing like bellows from my chest, I removed the rest of my clothes while Lucia caught her bottom lip between her teeth, watching my naked tattooed flesh appear.
“On the bed,” she breathed out, dusky nipples pressing against the front of her robing.
I complied for the first time in my life.
I sure as hell didn’t want to miss this fucking ride.
“On your front, Arkady.”
I had never left myself open and vulnerable to a woman before, but Lucia was the woman for firsts. And my only love.
Tables had turned, but control would soon be mine.
She straddled my ass, the sheer material floating down over my thighs and the heat of her pussy radiating against my glutes.
Suddenly, slick slim hands worked into my shoulders.
I pushed my forehead against a pillow, groaning.
“Is that good?” When she leaned down to breathe the question at my ear, her breasts squashed against my back.
Turning my head, I nipped at her mouth.
Sitting back up, Lucia gurgled a seductress’s laugh. “Mean.”
My cock rolled beneath me, precum added to the oil seeping into the padding she’d laid down beforehand.
“I’m not mean. I’m merely a man.”
“Merely a man does not even begin to describe you, Arkady.”
I heard the bottle cap pop again, and then slick liquid trailed all over my back and across my ass as she scooted to my thighs.
I jerked, twisting. My fists balled in the blankets, and my dick dug into the mattress.
Next, Lucia brought both hands down the sides of my muscled ribs, fingers gliding, her thumbs digging in.
Heat rampaged through me.
When one of her hands skimmed up the center of my spine, the other coursed to the top of my ass.
“You are so hot.” She moaned, grinding briefly against the back of my thigh where I felt the wet heat of her.
Moving farther back again, she raked her fingernails up my thighs.
Fuuuuck.
My neck stretched up and, against my will, I opened my legs.
My heavy balls were right there.
Her fingers swept into the crease where my testicles plumped between my thighs, and I clamped my jaw, breathing heavily through my nose.
I felt like an animal that needed to mate.
Lucia took her time then, tickling and petting my fat sac as my jaw clenched and my muscles flexed.
“Roll over,” she ordered breathily.
When I flipped to my back, my cock slapped up to my abdomen and stretched far beyond my bellybutton.
Moaning throatily at my obscene display, Lucia’s hands found my pecs.
I suffered her sensual torture willingly, groin bucking, cock jerking, the purplish head more and more engorged with every passing moment that she ignored my raging dick.
At last, her slickened fingers ringed right around the root of my shaft but she held me so lightly I thought I’d lose my mind if I couldn’t lose my load.
My neck craned back, cords in my throat straining.
Her hand pumped and stroked but she never tightened her hold so it was like fucking a soft hot hollow glove while my testes boiled and my muscles strained. Precum drizzled with the massage oil, and only once did she fist me hard and fast before letting my cock go.
I bellowed then.
Savage.
At that precise moment, Lucia dropped over me.
Her nipples were hard points rubbing across my chest as she rode her cunt along my tumescent meat, heat almost combusting between us.
The soaked gown alone separated her pussy and my cock, and she breathed out, “You’d come like this if I wanted you to.”
I swallowed the growing lump in my throat, bucking up against her gash.
Otherwise I lay prone—arms stretched high—while she lowered her mouth to within a hairsbreadth of mine.
“Why are you so good to me?” she asked with such sweet innocence I was struck anew by her beauty.
“Because I love you.” I raised my hands and clasped both sides of her face.
I drew her to my mouth and finally tasted her lips. Our tongues twined deliriously, lips slanted and wild until she drew away.
Something close to tears shined in her stunning irises when she brushed her lips over my mouth one last time. “I know.” Her lips caressed along my jawline as her hands swept down my arms. “I love you too.”
Then she left me.
She fluidly glided from the bed.
And, as she moved across the room, she slid the robing from her shoulders, down her sinuous back, and off her ripe ass.
She stood on another thick square of padding and drew all the breath from my body when she poured a thick, glistening sheen of oil all . . . over . . . her . . . flesh.
Fully nude, the most erotic vision I’d ever seen, Lucia positioned herself against the St. Andrews cross. “Now come and claim what’s yours.”
A low growl left my throat as I leaped off the bed.
I first circled the front of her neck with my hand, feeling her sway into my touch. A soothing, anchoring caress to let her know she could always, always trust me.
Then, I bent over her back and fashioned the crossbars wider than ever before.
With my mouth resting at the delicate shell of her ear, I rumbled out, “Just because you got all oily doesn’t mean you’ll be able to slip free of my restraints, Lucia.”
“You should know by now”—she whimpered when I buckled her first wrist tightly in—“I don’t want to get away from you at all.”
“Good. Because I wouldn’t let you if you tried.”
She gasped then moaned, making herself my willing captive, the sole recipient of my insidious lust.
After I had her wrists and ankles attached to the manacles, she couldn’t move so much as an inch, not even to push that plump ass out to me.
So I swatted her on the rump with the flat of my palm, grunting as my hand raised an immediate imprint.