by Mayburn, Ann
“Yes.”
To his surprise she did touch him, on every inch of his body except for where he wanted her touch the most. She made short work of his pants and soon had her chest pressed against his as she touched and nuzzled him until he thought he might lose his mind. Her soft, hesitant caresses were making his dick hurt with the need to come, and his balls felt like two boulders between his legs.
Finally she began to lick his inner thigh, working her way towards his cock. She gave him a little teasing flick right across the tip of his shaft with her tongue. Sensations tore through him and his control broke.
Gripping her by the hair, he quickly had her up and on his lap, facing away from him. She had the most perfect, bitable ass, and he loved fucking her and looking at his marks. The bruising imprints of his fingers stoked him just right and he growled low in his throat as Gia gripped his cock and positioned it at the soaking wet entrance to her hot, snug pussy.
Unable to hold back, he brought her down as quickly as he could on his cock, her tight body arching and clenching up, fighting his entrance. He loved tearing through her like this, using his superior strength to drive himself into her. Gia screamed and bucked in his grip, crying out his name and coming all over his cock in a hot, wet rush. In this position, he could hit her g-spot just right, and he planned on making her soak the bed with her arousal. The sensation of her hot release dripping down his balls had him lifting and slamming into her as she screamed and cried.
He grabbed her arms and held them behind her back, using the position to hold her still while he fucked her. He’d once been told he could fuck like a machine if he put his mind to it, and he did that now, hammering into her without mercy, making her come again and again. It was only when her voice broke that he finally slowed and let her collapse. She melted back against him, his cock barely in her pussy as she twitched and moaned in a boneless heap.
He eased her off of him and onto her back, bending to take a quick lick of her pussy before slowly thrusting his aching shaft into her. She was probably very sensitive right now and he intended to make her feel every inch of him. When her lips curled into a silent snarl he bent and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.
“Oh, Master…”
Her beautiful words were music to his soul, the whisper of a very content slave. Pride filled him and he found himself rapidly approaching his own climax. Gia stroked his chest and arms, slowly rousing beneath him.
“You are so big and strong,” she whispered in her raspy voice. “I love the way you take me, Ivan.”
He groaned and thrust harder, trying to hold back because he didn’t want to hurt her bruised ass in this position. With an agonized grunt he pulled himself from her hot cunt. “I want you to suck my cum out of me.”
She grasped him and went down on his cock like it was her favorite thing in the world to do.
He didn’t stand a chance.
Within seconds, the cum boiled out of him in bone shaking rushes. His thighs twitched and his breath came out in harsh bursts as he whispered Gia’s name. Sucking down every spurt, she coaxed more from him by rubbing her thumb along the vein on the underside of his cock. She eased him down with gentle licks, and by the time his ability to think had returned he couldn’t believe how intense that had been and still was. Aftershocks of his climax sparked through his blood like bomb blasts.
Without a word he dragged Gia over onto the side of the bed that wasn’t soaked with her release. She curled around him and nuzzled her lips against his neck, making a happy, almost purring sound. It was a low, little growl that was as unique as Gia and he found it adorable.
Gia yawned and rolled off the bed for a moment, stumbling before she found the strength to stand. “Damn. I thought you crippled me.”
He smiled and lifted himself so he could pull the covers down. “Come back to bed. I want a nap and then I will take out for lunch and maybe to a museum.”
For a moment she pretended to consider his offer, her body still glowing from her orgasms. “I think I can live with that.”
She dove back into his arms and kissed his face with an easy affection that stole his heart. As he turned the kiss slow and seductive, he began to plan his attack. He’d always been a good strategist, in both the military and the corporate world and he would use those skills now to lure Gia into coming back to Russia with him. If he could get her on the plane willingly, he had no doubt he could make Gia so happy she’d never want to leave him.
Chapter Thirteen
Gia woke up with a long, low moan as her body tried to figure out where she was. When she opened her eyes she saw that she was in a hotel suite of some kind, obviously five star, but where? Next to her Ivan grumbled something in his sleep and slung an arm around her waist. She smiled at the way he cuddled up to her like she was his favorite teddy bear.
With his nose buried against her back he slipped back into a deeper sleep, his body surrounding hers like the world’s most comfortable blanket.
A little bit of light shown around the curtains and Gia wondered what Ivan had in store for her. They were in Washington DC today after flying in from New York City last night on yet another luxury helicopter. The memory of the flight out snuggled in his arms as he kissed her over and over, had her brushing her fingers over her still swollen lips.
Moving slowly, she eased his arm off of her and left the bed to order up some room service. She knew how she wanted to wake her Master up today. He’d given her so much and she wanted him to know that she appreciated it. No one had ever been this nice to her, and she found the thought incredibly sad.
After slipping on a robe and letting in the room service, she took the tray she’d requested and made her way back into the bedroom. One thing she already knew about Ivan was that when he slept, he slept like the dead. She could probably do jumping jacks on the bed and he wouldn’t wake up.
Fortunately, she had a much better idea in mind.
Placing the tray next to the bed, she opened up the curtains just a sliver to let in more light. Ivan’s ferocious body was a work of art, and she wanted to fully appreciate him in the little time she had left. Sadness pushed away her desire and she shook her head, not letting herself dwell on the inevitable. This was all about savoring every moment she had with him.
Currently he slept on his side, away from her, so she had to improvise her plan a little bit. Slipping off her robe, she opened the large silver serving tray and smiled at the assortment of jellies, honey, whipped cream, and fruit. Each small, elegant dish had its own tiny silver knife and she picked up one in what looked like strawberry jelly.
Easing the sheet down his hip, she spread a thin line of the jelly from the muscled curve of his ass up to his hip.
Then she licked, sucked, and nibbled it off.
By the time she reached his hip, Ivan was awake and making the low, hungry growl that drove her crazy.
“What are you doing, my Gia?”
“Having breakfast.”
With a grunt he rolled over and captured her with one big arm, pulling her down onto the bed with him while she laughed and struggled against his hold. He nipped at her ear and said in a rough voice, “I want you for breakfast.”
A pleasant warmth raced through her body and settled into her sex in a low throb. “No fair. I want you first.”
He laughed and smoothed her hair back from her fast. “Fine, you will have what you want and I will have what I want.”
“Wha-”
Before she could question him further he had her spun around so her face was next to his big, thick cock while her pussy was near his chin. “Hand me the whipped cream.”
She gave his dick a small lick before obeying his command, liking the way his stomach muscles clenched beneath her.
After handing him the whipped cream she grabbed what looked like some peach jelly. The cool, light feel of the whipped cream being spread around her pussy had her groaning low in her throat. His touch was so sure and the sight of his thick
erection, now beaded with a drop of pre-cum, had her reaching eagerly for him.
Ivan had already started his breakfast…with gusto.
Not trusting herself with the knife, she dipped her fingers into jelly and spread it over his cock with an unsteady hand. Tremors of desire moved through her and over her skin, awakening her senses to the healthy male animal beneath her. He smelled so good in a way a man had never appealed to her before. Something about his natural, musky scent made her hormones ratchet up into overdrive and her body go into heat.
Grasping his cock by the sticky shaft, she slowly licked up and down, cleaning him with her tongue. There was something very erotic about feeling his reactions beneath her as she serviced him, the taste of sweet peaches mixing with the salt of his precum. Because he waxed his pubic area she was able to clean him all the way down to his sensitive pubic bone and was even able to lick at his balls a little bit before he gripped her ass and pulled her back to his wicked tongue.
They started a slow rhythm together of give and take, her sucking down his cock with eager little moans and him flexing his hands on her ass as he began to fuck her with his tongue. She became lost in him and gave herself over to his expert touch. It was different than when they were deep into a heavy BDSM scene together. Now she was more aware and just as absorbed in him. Bracing her hands on his firm thighs, she began to suck him in a rhythmic manner that soon had him thrusting up to meet her lips. Not hard enough to choke, but with enough strength to make her moan and quake while he tilted her hips to get better access to her clit.
He latched onto that little bud with his gentle lips and when he suckled she arched and yelled around his hard length in her mouth. Frantic to bring him over with her, she moved one of her hands and began to gently stroke and roll his balls. Ivan had very sensitive testicles and she let out a little satisfied hum as they tightened beneath her touch. Soon her sucking became disjointed as Ivan put first one, then two fingers in her and fucked her with them in time to his suckling on her clit.
With a long, low moan she pulled her mouth of his cock enough so that she was just drawing on the tip while continuing to jack him off. Her orgasm started to ramp up and she rubbed her pussy against his mouth like a shameless slut, dying to come as he hooked his fingers and began to press on her g spot. It wasn’t hard enough to make her squirt, but it was hard enough to have her stiffening as all her muscles drew taunt.
The vein on the underside of his cock throbbed and she tried to concentrate and focus on his needs, but doing anything other than moaning and crying out around his hard flesh became impossible. Her breath froze in her lungs and an excruciating pleasure racked through her as she began to come. Ivan snarled and removed his fingers, covering her whole pussy with his mouth and lashing it with his tongue as she came hard.
As she was just beginning to coast down, the first hot blast of his seed splashed into her mouth and she eagerly swallowed him down, teasing the slit of his cock with her tongue as she used her thumb running up the underside of his erection to try to coax more of his cum out.
Ivan gasped and rolled her off of him with her body still quivering from her orgasm.
“Enough.”
They lay there, panting in each other’s arms until Gia’s heartbeat returned to something nearing normal. With a long sigh she stretched out and cuddled into him, arranging her pillows so she was on her side and looking into his eyes. The emotion, the gentleness that she saw in his expression made her swallow hard. He looked at her like she was something special.
He reached out and brushed some hair back from her face. “Why do you fix old houses?”
Disconcerted by his question, she shrugged. “It’s just something I love. Why do you sell them?”
Being this close to him, she could read the subtle nuances in his expression. For a moment his face went blank, then he sighed. “I don’t really know why I love buying and selling real-estate so much. I think part of the reason is because I like to take care of people.”
She leaned up on her elbow and looked down at him. “How is selling real-estate taking care of someone?”
“I mostly buy residential properties, places in established neighborhoods where families have lived for generations. Good places where neighbors take care of each other. That way, when I hand them over to my team I know that our client will be moving into a home where they will be safe and happy. I also like owning buildings around the world and renting them out to different business. It puts me in touch with some very smart and interesting people. You never know when having a contact in a particular field would be helpful.”
“True.” She studied him. “I guess I just can’t picture you showing someone a house.”
When he laughed the deep rumble of it vibrated through her like quiet thunder. More felt than heard. “I do not show houses. My mother’s family has been in the property owning business for a very long time.”
Oddly enough, the thought of him growing up with a silver spoon in his mouth didn’t appeal to her that much. She liked a man who worked, who earned his way in the world. “So you started working for them after high school?”
“No, after I left the military and then another career. My personal assistant likes to say that I never left the military. I enjoy conquering things and adding them to my hoard too much.” He looked up at her with a small smile curving his lips. “I answered your question, now you answer mine.”
She blew a short breath out through her nose. He’d given her a pretty honest and detailed answer, taking away the option of giving him some fluffy bullshit in return.
“We were poor growing up after my dad died. He was the one who brought the money home and my mom had no education beyond high school. My mom had to fix a lot of things around the house to keep them working. With no man around, there was no one to tinker with things when they went wrong. When I was fourteen, I heard Mom on the phone with one of my aunts, wondering where she would get the money to fix the concrete steps in front of our house that were starting to crumble. She was already going through a rough spot and in my child’s heart I felt like if maybe I fixed the steps it would help fix her.”
He began to slowly stroke her hip, his touch more comforting than she wanted to admit. “I went to our local hardware store, which back in those days were still small mom and pop shops, and told Mr. Benson, who owned the place, that I needed to know how to fix some concrete steps.”
“He taught you how?”
“Even better. He hooked me up with his brother who worked construction.”
Ivan’s grip on her thigh tightened and he said in a low, cold voice. “He gave you to his brother to date when you were fourteen?”
“What? No, no. I mean hooked up, like introduced us. Manuel has twin daughters a few years older than me and he’d never do that to a kid.” She frowned at Ivan, offended on her mentor’s behalf.
“I’m sorry. Language barrier.” His shoulders eased and he returned to stroking her. “So he taught you?”
“Yeah.” She looked away and blinked back tears. “He was such a nice man and I think he kinda knew I needed a father figure in my life. Not only did he show me how to fix the steps, that summer he gave me a job doing office stuff at his construction company. It wasn’t a big place, he only had five men working under him, but he took pride in his work. His specialty was restoring antique homes.”
He smiled at her and the way his eyes brightened had her automatically smiling back. “So that is how you came to be an architect.”
“Yes. Every summer until graduation I worked for him. I even worked some school holidays as well for extra spending money. He helped me a lot when I was growing up.”
With a low sigh Ivan pulled her to his chest and kissed her on the forehead. “You are a remarkably strong woman.”
She shrugged. “Not really. People do what they have to do to every day. I didn’t have it as bad as some of my friends. At least my mom wasn’t a drug addict or a prostitute.”
For a long tim
e he was quiet, but he never stopped touching her. It wasn’t a sexual touch, rather, a soothing one that had her relaxing against him. With the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, she traced patterns in his chest hair.
“What was it like growing up in Russia?”
“Cold,” he said with a small smile.
“Come on. I need more than that. I want to know more about you, Ivan. You fascinate me.”
She hadn’t meant to be so honest, but the words just slipped out. The warmth that suffused his face helped chase back any embarrassment. He looked like someone had just given him his favorite type of cookie.
“Why?”
She rolled her eyes. “Fishing for compliments?”
“I will assume that means you are asking if I need you to stroke my ego. I do not. I want to know what you find interesting about me so I can keep doing it.”
“Ivan, I find everything about you interesting. I mean, look at you.”
In an unexpectedly gentle move he picked her up as if she weighed no more than a feather and draped her over his chest as he lay back on the bed. The solid, warm, strong feeling of him beneath her sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through her body. On some base, animal level she knew she had the strongest wolf in the pack protecting her. Placing her hands on his chest so she could play with his chest hair, she tilted her head and wiggled her hips.
“Ready for round two, Master?”
He smiled and put his arms behind his head on the mound of pillows. “Did you know that this is my first vacation lasting more than a week in six years?”
Her body stilled and she studied him. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“What’s the point of having all the money in the world if you don’t enjoy it? I mean come on, Ivan, you can give yourself two weeks off. No one would care.”
When he shrugged the muscles of his body did a lovely dance that distracted her as he said, “For the past six years I was in a different phase of my life. My empire building years.”