by Mayburn, Ann
“What happened?”
Bad memories assailed her and her stomach cramped up. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it. Just drop the subject, please. I’m really tired, Ivan, and I can’t take much more tonight.”
“I am sorry. I did not mean to add a further burden to you.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m not ashamed of my family or my past. I just don’t like to talk about the bad stuff. My mom loved me, I know she did, and she tried the best she could to raise me. She was a good woman and she always did her best to keep me and the other kids in our neighborhood safe from the drug dealers and gang bangers. My mother was broken, but fearless.” Her voice choked up at the end and she set her spoon down.
He watched her with such understanding that tears welled in her eyes. With a sniff, she sat back, but as soon as he opened the next set of lids, her mouth watered. Cuts of what she assumed were beef floated in a rich brown gravy, accompanied by some potatoes seasoned with what smelled like delicious roasted garlic, and there was a fancy sprig of vegetables tied to look like flowers on top.
Her appetite returned with a vengeance and she dug in, only sparing a moment now and then to tell Ivan how good this was. After filling the hole in her stomach, she sat back and sighed. Ivan watched her with amusement, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
“What are you laughing about?”
“You eat like you do everything else, with zest.”
“Is that an insult?”
“No.” He pushed back from the table and came over to her. Bending down, he swept her out of her seat and gently placed her on the bed. He began to kiss his way down her cheek to her neck. “You fascinate me. Being next to you makes life seem…brighter? I don’t know the right English word.”
With a sigh she stretched out and curved into his kisses. “You make me feel brighter.”
She yawned and Ivan smiled down at her. “Let’s get you comfortable.”
Soon she found herself naked beneath the sheets, watching the sunrise through the windows. Pink and gold frosted the horizon while the most beautiful blue began to inch into the darkness. It was pretty now, but she didn’t want the sun in her eyes in an hour. She planned to sleep for at least the next two days. When she moved to go shut the curtains Ivan pulled her back against. “So eager to run from me again?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, I just wanted to close the curtains.”
“Allow me.” He grabbed a small remote off the side table and pressed a couple buttons. The curtains closed and the lights turned off. The bed shifted as he put the remote back and she rolled closer to him. When he leaned back he gathered her against him with a very content sigh and pulled her closer until her head rested on his heavily muscled chest. The thump of his heart was deep and reassuring beneath her ear, as was the movement of his breath. Soon she found herself breathing the same time he did and when he began to gently stroke her hair she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this loved.
Chapter Seven
Gia stretched out in bed with a low groan and tried to remember what she’d done to make her legs so stiff. One of her feet touched something warm and solid beneath the covers. Her memories came back in a rush, and she turned as slowly as she could to look at the man sleeping next to her. He slept almost spread eagle, and it amused her to realize not only was he a bed hog, he was also a cover hog. Thankfully, the bed they shared was oversized, or she would have been on the floor.
The need to use the bathroom became a pressing urge and she slowly got out of bed and crept naked through the bedroom suite. A thin sliver of light showed over the top of the curtains, and she wondered what time of day it was. Not that it really mattered. She was going to spend the next five days with one of the most amazing men she’d ever met and come out of it forty-two thousand dollars richer. That thought stopped her after she flipped on the bathroom light. The money wasn’t as appealing as it had once been when she realized she would have to leave at the end of those five days.
In an effort to distract herself from that disturbing thought she decided to rinse off in the shower. One of the main things Mistress Viola had impressed upon Gia was to always be fresh and appealing for her Master. And what a Master he was.
Just thinking about Ivan sent a rush of heat through her body. She actually giggled when she realized she didn’t have to go to her trusty vibrator for relief. Something much, much better waited in the bedroom for her. While brushing her teeth with a new toothbrush she found in the vanity, she thought about how worried Ivan had been last night when he found her. Her heart beat a little harder as she thought about how he’d almost missed her curled up beneath the trees. Staring into the mirror she remembered how close she'd come to dying.
Goosebumps erupted on her arms and she quickly spit then rinsed her mouth. No, she wasn’t going to think of how badly everything could have ended. She was here, she was alive, and she owed her rescuer a big thank you. Fortunately she had a pretty good idea about what he would enjoy.
She made her way across the dimly lit room and gently climbed back into bed. Ivan had rolled over with his big arms spread out on either side of him. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she took her time admiring his physique. He was a big man all over. Biting her lower lip, she tugged down the blanket so his hips and cock were slowly revealed. He shifted and grumbled something, and his breathing evened out again. Licking her lips, she bent down and took his soft cock into her mouth. Even when he wasn’t aroused, he was a big boy and more than a mouthful.
Knowing there is no way in hell she’d be able to deep throat him all the way when he was hard, she took the time now to fit as much of him as she could in her mouth. His shaft began to fill with blood and she started to slowly bob her head up and down his length, taking her time and keeping her movements leisurely. He became too large to comfortably fit down her throat, so she gripped his shaft with her free hand, using the other to balance as she knelt next to him.
As she licked the little notch beneath the head of his dick he stirred against her, those amazing stomach muscles of his shifting beneath his lightly furred skin. Unable to resist the temptation, she lightly touched his hipbone, then followed the tendon line that swept down to his pubic area in such a provocative way. The smooth skin of his balls felt delicious beneath her teasing fingertips. Ivan was such a big, masculine guy and she loved it.
He suddenly grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth down onto his shaft. “Good morning, Gia.”
She struggled to take him, to open her throat, but he was too much. When she gagged he let up the pressure slightly on her head. Shifting, he spread his legs and rocked his hips into her mouth. She jerked in time with her sucks and soon he was sitting up on his elbows to watch her. He smoothed her hair back from her face so he could get a better view and growled low in his throat.
That primal, delicious sound only made her work harder for him. She began to rub and twist her wrist as she stroked him then leaned down to lick his balls. Taking one soft globe into her mouth at a time, she delicately tongued him as she’d been taught. One nice thing about having trained with an experienced Dom and Domme was she knew how to please men and women. The knowledge she’d gained gave her new self-confidence about sex, and as Ivan continued to make his lusty noises pride surge through her.
Her own pussy was wet and swollen, aching to be filled. With a soft moan she returned to licking his shaft and wiggled her bottom before moving a bit so she had her ass in the air, silently begging for his touch.
He gave a choked laugh as she attempted to deep throat him again. “Do you want me to touch you, krasavitsa?”
She loved it when he spoke Russian to her, even if she had no idea what he meant. He sat up a little more and reached forward, caressing the curve of her ass with his fingertips. The light, teasing way he touched her drove her crazy, and she redoubled her efforts to make him come. Her breasts shook as she moved her head quickly up and down his length while jerking the base of his shaft with a cork
screwing motion that had never failed to make her trainer, Master Mark, come.
Ivan slapped her ass, the loud sound as startling as the flash of heat. “I’m going to come. When I do, I want you to rub your face all over my cock. I want you to cover your pretty lips and cheeks with me.”
The tight way he spoke let her know how close he was. She pulled back so the tip of her tongue lashed the swollen head of his shaft. He reached down and closed his hand over hers, jerking himself much harder than she’d been. His cock swelled and she moaned in delight as he trembled with the first explosion of his seed against her lips. Quickly turning her cheek, she rubbed his jerking dick against her face, spreading his essence around as he demanded.
He gathered her hair off her neck and gripped it in his fist hard enough so her scalp stung. In her needy state, feeling deliciously proud of being marked with his seed, the pain was just the right intensity to make her pliant in his grasp. He pulled her closer to him and with gentle, careful strokes licked himself off her cheeks. She fairly shook apart at the raw carnality of the act, of the way he was so soft with his mouth but so punishing with his grip in her hair.
Without releasing his grasp, he moved them so he stood next to the bed while she was parallel to him on the mattress. “On your hands and knees, ass in the air.”
She did as he asked, yelping when he gave her ass a good swat. “Yes, Master.”
“I said, ass in the air.” He pushed her lower back until she’d arched as much as she could, exposing the wet folds of her pussy to the cool air.
He gave what she could only describe as an evil laugh. “You like being told what to do, don’t you, my Gia?”
Cheeks flushing, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”
He adjusted his grip on her hair and turned her head so his lips were at her ear. In a soft voice he whispered, “I must admit, I enjoy it as well. I love knowing it makes you hot.”
Abruptly he stood and slid one long, calloused finger between the lips of her sex, making her wiggle against him. He slapped her ass hard. “Stay still.
She whimpered and tried to keep from giving into the natural urge to wiggle, to do something with all the intense sexual energy he was building in her. To her shock he raked his fingernails down her back hard enough that she wondered if he’d drawn blood. Her scream filled the room and her Master laughed at her misery.
“There. Now anyone who looks at you will know you are mine.”
She shuddered when he leaned over and began to gently lick the fiery paths he’d created on her skin. With his free hand he began to thumb her clit, and she quickly lost herself in him. Warmth, need, and bright sparks of pain danced along her nerves. He finally released her hair, making her scream yet again at the sharp burst of pain. She’d never experienced this much discomfort during sex before. She moaned when Ivan moved behind her and spread her ass so he could have better access to her pussy.
“Does my little slut want me to lick her?”
She nodded emphatically while forcing herself to stay still. Normally, if someone called her a slut she’d be kicking their butt, but she could tell by the way that Ivan it he wasn’t being offensive. He was deep in the moment and his tone was in no way negative or mean. If anything he sounded very tender when he called her a slut, almost like a beloved pet name. Plus she secretly liked the dirty little thrill of admitting that she was his slut.
“I didn’t hear you.” He gave one ass cheek a hard bite.
“Please, Master, lick my pussy.”
His hand cracked on her ass again, right on the area he’d bitten her. “Beg harder.”
“Please, Master, please lick my pussy.”
Another slap, this time to the other cheek. “Not good enough.”
“Oh, fuck.” She sucked in a deep breath as his talented tongue licked over the areas he’d spanked and abused. Need burned inside of her and she was pretty sure if she pressed her thighs together she would come. “Please fuck me, lick me, do something. Please!”
“Better.”
When he latched his mouth on her pussy a hard shudder ripped through her body, making her arms collapse. The position opened her further to him and he made a greedy, almost growling noise against her sensitive flesh. Her muscles tensed and she whined as he only gave her clit a teasing stroke with his tongue. Then he started to lick at the entrance to her body and she groaned.
“Please,” she whispered as she clutched at the blankets.
He held her open wider, no doubt getting a close up view of every inch of her pussy and ass. His devil blessed tongue continued to tease the swollen nub of her clit until she was panting and biting the sheets. She wanted to come so bad but he wasn’t working her like she needed. Instead he kept his touch soft, driving her higher and higher until she wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t stroke out. Her mind began to shut down, to focus only on the sensations of his touch, of his scent in the air, of how badly she wanted him.
When he pulled back she made a pleading whisper, then moaned as he cupped her whole sex in his hand. “This is my pussy. Say it.”
“This is your pussy, Master.” Her words came out choked and she was surprised she could say them at all.
“Good.”
He stepped off the bed and she let out a small whimper, hoping he would finally finish her off. To her dismay he walked across the room and pulled open the curtains. Standing in the bright sunlight he stretched out, the muscles of his back art in motion. Her gaze traveled down to his tight ass and powerful thighs. He continued to look out the window and she made a little noise, hoping to draw his attention back to her.
“I know you’re there, Gia, and I know you’re suffering.” She was pretty sure she heard laughter in his voice. “Unfortunately, you won’t get any relief for a long time.”
“Why?” Her voice broke and she had actual tears filling her eyes.
“Because you did not ask for my permission before you sucked me off. I’m not in the habit of rewarding bad behavior.”
He turned, giving her his profile, which included his big, very hard cock—the perfect antidote to her needs. If he would just sheathe himself in her for a moment she would come all over his length. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, aching for some stimulation. He was so in control of the moment, and she wanted to please him with a desperation bordering on madness. Part of her, the part pissed off he wasn’t giving her an orgasm, insisted she argue the point with him, but the part that had been trained to submit knew better than to try and plead her case.
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled, letting her know he could hear how irritated she was.
A knock came from the door and he scowled before picking up his pants and jerking them on. Getting his rampant erection to fit in them had her biting her lip. He met her gaze and the heat she saw in his eyes had her arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
She started to move and he snapped at her. “Stay there.”
“Stop! They’ll see me.”
He stalked across the room to her, giving her ass a brisk slap then pulling her thighs further apart until her pussy was exposed in an almost obscene fashion. “Whose pussy is it?”
“Your pussy, Master.”
“That’s right. And if I want to show it off, I will. It is a beautiful, wet, swollen pussy. Everyone who sees you will know how aroused you are, how needy. It will make them not only aroused as well, but also envious that I have such a beautiful girl.”
She had no idea how she could be both embarrassed and proud, but she was.
“Put your face into the pillows, Gia. I do not want you to look no matter what happens.”
Confused, but eager to please, she did as he asked, arranging the pillows so she could hide her face, but still breathe.
A man’s voice, sounding vaguely familiar and speaking in Russian, filled the room, his tone obviously teasing. The strange man’s words cut off abruptly, and when the man at the door spoke next, there was a growl to his tone that was decidedly carnal in nature. Ivan replied
and she wondered what the hell they were saying. A moment later, Ivan’s familiar hand touched her back, moving her around so he could shove pillows beneath her hips. Once she was arranged to his liking, he began to run his finger up and down her slit, easily gliding through her wetness.
She was glad the pillow stifled her loud moans.
Both men chuckled, and the hand playing with her pussy pulled her vaginal lips apart, showing the hard bud of her clit. Being so fully exposed to a stranger she couldn’t see made her sex clench, and the men laughed again. They exchanged words, again in Russian, and suddenly a face was pressed between her thighs—a face with a scratchy beard.
She startled, but Ivan pressed his hand down on her shoulder blades, easily pinning her. “You will not come, do you understand me, Gia?”
All she could do was frantically nod her head as the strange man lapped at her pussy like an ice cream cone. Big, long strokes that had her rocking against his face. Someone began to put their thumb into her pussy and she immediately clamped down on it, keening as her orgasm rushed towards her. She tried to hold back, tried to keep from going over, but it was an immense struggle.
The delicious, wonderful, torturous mouth on her pussy pulled away and she wailed in despair. The men laughed again and she grit her teeth. Someone patted her bottom, then traced their fingertip around the pucker of her anus. Ivan said something a low voice and she knew it was him when he gripped her ass. No one’s hands fit her body quite the way Ivan's did.
The other man sighed and said something. A few moments later, the click of the door opening and closing made her startle. She was shivering, overwhelmed with need. Before this moment she’d never have thought one of the greatest tortures she could experience was being denied an orgasm, but it was. She’d do anything at all for her Master to give her some relief.
The bed dipped as Ivan sat and pulled her onto his lap. She clung to him, rubbing her face against his chest as her whole body squirmed against him. A frantic need came over her and she began to lick and suck at one of his nipples, grinding her ass against his hard cock. If he would fuck her, make her come, make her break, she’d be able to think again. Right now, all her ability to think and reason focused on her need to have him inside of her.