by Roxie Rivera
My concerns allayed, I asked, "So, like, how do I get onto it?"
"Like this," he said and swept me up in his arms. Gathered to his muscled chest, I relished his strength. There was something so intoxicating about Dimitri and this primal male side of him.
I tensed as he placed me on the scoop-shaped seat. Because I was so petite, it cradled me rather nicely. I relaxed as my fear of falling faded. A little flinch of panic gripped me at the sight of the cuffs dangling near my head and the stirrups with cuffs down below. Being trussed up in this sex swing would be quite a different experience than being restrained to his bed—but I couldn't wait to get started.
Dimitri, on the other hand, seemed happy to draw things out and leave me quaking with anticipation. He crossed to his bed and retrieved the supplies he'd set out there. Condoms, a hand towel, lubricant…and two things I couldn't quite see before he swept them up into his hand.
Eyes narrowed with suspicion, I gripped the cold chains supporting the swing and asked, "What do you have in your hand?"
"What? These?" He flashed me a smile and the contents of his closed fist so quickly I didn't see it all. "They're just some things I picked up this afternoon."
I gulped nervously. "What kinds of things?"
"Patience, sweetheart." He placed his armload of supplies on top of his dresser so they were within easy reach. "Before I show you what I bought today, I want you to understand that I'm more than happy to tuck them away in a drawer for some later date. If the swing is all you want tonight, that's fine. We're in no rush, Benny."
I pulled my upper lip between my teeth and tried to still my racing heart. When he finally opened his hand, I nearly had a heart attack. The slim, short anal plug was simple to identify. Even though I'd never used one, I'd seen them online. A few times I'd been curious enough to surf sex toys on the internet but I'd never been brave enough to buy them.
The set of silver clamps connected to chains gave me pause. I knew what nipple clamps were, of course, but I counted four clamps and a strange clip attached to the long, thin chains. Where did all of those go?
He must have read the confusion on my face. Stepping close to the swing, Dimitri tucked my feet into their stirrups. With my thighs now wide open, he brushed his knuckles down the seam of my exposed pussy. "Two of these clamps go on your nipples. Two of them go here." He traced the lips of my sex. "This clip?" He delicately parted the petals of my sex to reveal my throbbing clit and gently rolled the swollen bud between his fingers. "It goes right here."
"What?" I squeezed my knees together in a flash, trapping his hand. "I don't think so!"
Dimitri chuckled. "Benny, it won't hurt. It will feel very, very good."
"And you know this because you have a clitoris?"
He granted me that one with an amused smile. "Fair enough."
An irritating thought popped into my head. "Have you used clamps on your other girlfriends?"
"Yes."
Jealousy burned through me. Suddenly gripped by the need to be just as cool as those girls, I lifted my chin. "Okay. I'll try them."
Dimitri tilted his head. "Benny, are you jealous?"
"No."
He tossed the clamps onto the dresser and slipped arm between my back and the swing. Pulling me up into a sitting position, he threaded his fingers through my hair and gazed deeply into my eyes. "Benny, I'm only going to say this once so listen carefully. Whatever I had with other women in my past, it means nothing to me now. You? This thing we share? It's eclipsed everything."
Seared by his intense gaze, I gulped and nodded. Hearing him say that demolished whatever bits of jealousy remained within me. He viewed me in the same way I viewed him. No other man could ever compare to Dimitri and he believed no other woman would compare to me. The heady realization filled me with such happiness I had to fight back tears.
After a sensual kiss that made my toes curl and my pussy ache, I drew my initials on his naked chest. Lifting my playful gaze to his, I murmured, "I want to try the clamps but not the other one. Not tonight, at least."
My decision made, I relaxed into the swing's embrace. Dimitri continued to tease me with his kisses and his masterful hands. His callused palms rode the curves of my body while his lips dotted my bare skin. He stroked and caressed, stoking the passionate fires within me until I felt sure they'd consume me.
When he sucked my nipples between his supple lips, I moaned and arched my back. The sharp, swift tugs drew the puckered points to tight peaks. He reached for the clamps and my belly flip-flopped. Oh, Jesus, what had I gotten myself into now?
But he was so gentle with me. Using his mouth and hands, he brought me such immense pleasure. When the first clamp bit my nipple, I inhaled a noisy breath. My pinched peak throbbed mercilessly at first but Dimitri distracted me from the slight discomfort by sliding his thick fingers through my slick folds to tease my clit.
Head thrown back, I groaned when the second clamp squeezed my nipple. My breasts ached now. Heavy and so incredibly sensitive, they begged for attention. The chain attached to the clamps dangled between my breasts. Another, longer chain arced off from that one and slapped against my belly.
Knowing what was coming, I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. Dimitri didn't apply the labia clamps or the clitoris clip immediately. The dirty bastard knelt down and used that wicked mouth of his to bring me right to the edge of a climax. He flicked and fluttered his tongue over my pulsing clit until I was nearly delirious.
I hissed when he applied the clamps to the tender lips of my pussy. It wasn't painful really but it felt…weird.
"What color are we, Benny?" Dimitri peppered ticklish kisses around my navel.
"Green."
"You're sure?"
"Yes." I stared down at the strange jewelry now adorning my most sensitive bits. The Y-shaped chain looked so pretty against my skin.
Dimitri stroked my inner thighs. "God, I wish I had some ribbon."
"Ribbon? Why?"
"I could tie some around each of your thighs and hook these clamps to the ribbon." He flicked the metal pincers squeezing my labia. "You'd be so perfectly open to me then."
I quivered at the very idea of such a thing. His fingertip swirled in the wetness leaking from my core. He smeared the slick nectar around my aching clit and then framed the tiny pearl between his fingers. I had only a split-second of warning before the clip slid down over the bundle of nerves. "Oh!"
His concerned gaze skipped to my face. "Benny?"
"Gr-green," I whispered. "It's just…it's more than I was expecting."
"Is it painful?"
"No."
"We won't leave this on long tonight." He bent low and brushed a teasing kiss against my clitoris. "You're so fucking sensitive here."
"Ah!"
Chuckling, Dimitri grasped my ankles and lifted them out of the stirrups. He brought my feet high in the air and cuffed them to the chains on either side of his broad shoulders. My wrists were quickly captured in his big hand and bound above my head.
Restrained and throbbing with desire, I whimpered. "Dimitri, I need you. Please."
"Patience, little one." He stepped back and finally shed his boxers. That magnificent cock I loved so much stood erect. Droplets of pre-cum adorned the very tip of it. Like me, he was beyond excited. He snatched a condom from the dresser but didn't apply it immediately.
Holding the package between his teeth, he used both hands to stimulate himself. One fist moved up and down his ruddy shaft. He cupped his balls with his other hand, supporting the taut, heavy sac in his long fingers. In awe, I watched him stroke and fondle himself. I wet my lips and wished I was kneeling at his feet and opening my mouth wide to receive that massive tool.
As if sensing my lust shoot into overdrive, Dimitri finally rolled on the condom and moved closer. He stroked me lovingly before grasping the base of his dick and pressing the fat crown of it to my soaking entrance. The clamps and clips squeezing strategic erogenous zones left me shaking and pulsi
ng. I felt more aware of my body than ever.
Instead of a fast, hard thrust, Dimitri entered me inch by excruciatingly delicious inch. The clamps tugging my nether lips apart made the experience one I would never forget. "Oh! OH!"
He growled in Russian and began to take me with deep, measured thrusts. Cuffed and overcome with arousal, I surrendered totally to Dimitri. Whatever he wanted from me, I would gladly give it.
And, God, did he give it to me!
An endless stream of cries left my throat. From long, slow thrusts, he gradually switched to shallow and fast strokes. His cock glided in and out of me, hitting all the right spots. The clamps holding me open and the clip compressing my clit kept me right on the edge of coming. My belly tensed and wonderfully panicky shudders rocked me.
Dimitri ran his fingertip over my clit and I moaned raggedly. Holding the chains in both hands now, he used the swing's momentum to take me harder and deeper. This coupling was unlike any other we'd shared. With the help of the swing, Dimitri was free to snap his hips and grind into me. He could use both hands to tease and torment my body because he wasn't using them to support his own body weight.
On and on it went until I felt sure I would just die from the sheer pleasure of it. A moment too late, I realized where Dimitri's fingers were headed. The clamps were both removed from my nipples. The sharp tingle of blood rushing into the depressed tissues made me shriek.
A millisecond later, the clamps down below were unclipped. He pinched my dusky lips between his fingers and soothed the raw burn with gentle petting. When he pulled his cock free from my body, I groaned in protest and rocked my hips, lifting my backside from the swing in a desperate attempt to draw him back inside me.
With a devilishly wicked smile on his face, Dimitri knelt down and carefully removed the clip. My poor clit pulsed unceasingly. It verged on painful but then Dimitri's soft tongue swirled over my throbbing flesh—and I lost it.
Screaming his name, I came hard. The rapturous waves of my unending climax crashed into me and dragged me down into the thrashing undercurrents of bliss. I couldn’t think. I couldn't breathe. My brain on the fritz, I could only feel. Pleasure. Pain. More pleasure. So much pleasure.
As I trembled with strong aftershocks, Dimitri cooed lovingly. In that rough, rumbling voice I craved so much, he said, "My sweet, beautiful Benita."
Quickly and efficiently, he freed me from the restraints and lifted me up into his brawny arms. I wound my shaky legs around his waist, trapping his stiff cock between his belly and my slick sex. With fast, powerful strides, he made his way to his bed and sat.
Straddling his lap, I scooted along with him as he shifted on the bed until he was totally stretched out and comfortable. He grasped my bottom with both of his hands and lifted my backside. One rocking motion later, his rock-hard dick slipped inside me.
Impaled on him, I put both hands on his chest. I breathed his name on a languorous sigh. "Dimitri…"
"Ride me, baby. Make me come."
As if he had to ask twice…
*
Dimitri didn't think Benny had ever looked as strikingly erotic as she did in that moment. The post-orgasmic blush turned her honey brown skin a lovely shade of pink. With her mussed hair and red, swollen nipples, she looked thoroughly debauched. She licked her lips and started to sway on his lap.
That tight, hot sheath enveloped his cock like no other. It was a ridiculously sentimental and romantic thought but Dimitri couldn't shake the idea that she'd been made just for him. They fit together so perfectly. Surely that wasn't mere coincidence.
She sighed his name again. Her sultry pout drew his attention. Rising up on one elbow, he tangled his fingers in her long tresses and stabbed his tongue into her mouth. She purred as he ravaged her, fucking her with his tongue and branding her as his.
Falling back to the bed, he enjoyed the view of her luscious, bouncing breasts. He cupped the supple flesh and brushed his thumbs over the tender peaks. She inhaled a rough breath but didn't ask him to stop. He felt her pussy flutter around him, confirming what he'd come to suspect about his woman. The sex kitten lurking within her loved a little kink—and he was happy to show her the way.
Watching her ride him with such passion stunned Dimitri. Just a few short days ago, she'd been so shy and uncertain with him. She'd learned to embrace her vulnerability and trust in his love. Seeing how she'd blossomed filled him with the strongest sense of pride.
"God, I love you." He tugged her down for another kiss. The moment their lips met, he planted both feet on the mattress and started to fuck her. He pounded into her, hammering her snug pussy as she clawed at his arms and let her tongue dance with his.
"Dimitri! Oh! Oh!"
"Come for me, sweetheart." He pleaded with her to let go, to give into the raging inferno threatening to sweep her away. "Come one more time."
Her grip tightened. Her breaths grew shuddery and shallow. Even though his stomach muscles burned, he didn't let up his breakneck pace. One more. He just needed to hear and feel her coming one more time.
With a shriek that could shatter glass, Benny climaxed. The feel of her sweet little cunt rhythmically milking him sent Dimitri flying off the edge of the cliff. He growled like a damn bear as cum rocketed through his shaft. The white-hot frissons of pleasure left him gasping and limp.
Benny fell forward against him. Her hair was plastered to his cheek but he didn't have the energy to push the ticklish ends away from his skin. Panting hard, he wrapped both arms around his woman and embraced her. The whole world could be ending right now and he wouldn't care. He had Benny and that was all that mattered.
She shifted slightly and pressed her forehead to his. Her gentle breaths buffeted his face. "Dimitri Stepanov, I really, really love you."
Smiling, he whispered, "Benita Marquez Burkhart, I really, really love you."
Giggling, she fell off him and onto her side. He rolled so he could gaze into those big, beautiful brown eyes. There was so much he wanted to tell her. He simply didn't know where to start.
But their perfect moment was shattered by the sudden, unexpected pounding of a fist against the front door.
Chapter Twelve
In a flash, Dimitri sat up and moved his body between the woman he loved and the open doorway of the bedroom. The incessant pounding never let up at the front door.
"Please! Help!" A man's voice, muffled by the door, echoed in the quiet stillness of the apartment.
Dimitri jumped off the bed and grabbed Benny by the waist. He carried her into the bathroom and put a finger to her lips, preventing her from asking the million questions probably racing through her head. Voice barely a whisper, he instructed, "Lock the door. Get in the tub. Keep the light off. Do not make a sound."
She nodded and he kissed her, his lips lingering on hers. Tearing his mouth away, he pushed her inside and shut the door. The snick of the lock came a heartbeat later. He put a hand to the wood and prayed she wouldn't need its thickness to defend her from whatever was waiting on his doorstep.
He grabbed his flashlight and pistol from the bedside table and quickly loaded it. After snatching up and hopping into his boxers, he shut off the light and moved with stealth into the living area. He killed the lamp there, too, just in case.
Flashlight in hand and pistol at the ready, he cautiously approached the front door. The desperate knocks hadn't stopped. He peered through the peephole but couldn't make out the shape on the other side. His gut twisting with anxiety, Dimitri flipped the deadbolt and opened the door.
"Dimitri, please…" Johnny's pained voice met his ears. A moment later, the young man fell into his arms. Something wet and hot spilled onto Dimitri's skin. The scent of blood filled his nose, the smell causing flashbacks to uglier days.
"Shit." Cursing roughly, he dragged Benny's little brother into his apartment and kicked the door shut. Putting down his weapon, he locked the door, smearing blood all over the silver fixture, and slapped on the light.
His fac
e pale and drawn with pain, Johnny clutched his left arm. His shirt and jeans were soaked with blood. Dimitri pushed the kid's hand out of the way and inspected the nasty bullet wounds on his upper arm.
"Benny! Bring towels. Now!" Dimitri lifted Johnny up and carried him into the kitchen area where the tile would be easier to clean. After turning on the brighter lights in there, he placed the kid on his back and jerked his shirt out of the way to examine his belly. "Are you hit anywhere else?"
"My side," Johnny said with a groan. "Fuck. It hurts."
"Of course it fucking hurts," Dimitri snapped back. "This is what happens to stupid little punks who play gangster."
"Johnny!" Benny arrived on the scene wearing one of his shirts. Thankfully the shirt hung down to her knees and kept her modest. Not that any of that mattered right now. "Oh my God. Oh my God."
"Calm down, Benny." Dimitri hated to be short with her but the last thing he needed was for her to fall apart on him. He jerked the towels from her hands. "Go get my phone. It's in my jeans. Find Kostya's number. Dial it and bring the phone here."
She glanced at Johnny and hesitated only a moment before rushing off to follow his instructions. While Dimitri waited for her to return, he applied pressure to the wounds he found on Johnny's body. He had a bullet lodged in his bicep and multiple grazes down his arm and along his ribcage. Glass shards were embedded in some of the wounds. He had gashes and scrapes everywhere. Some were deeper than others. All of them needed medical attention.
As if sharing his thoughts, Benny slid down next to him and held the phone to his ear. "We have to get him to the emergency room."
"No!" Johnny spoke first but Dimitri agreed with him.
"No, Benny." He shook his head. "It wouldn't be safe."
"But—"
"No." He didn't like being firm with her, but like Erin who had stumbled into the middle of a damned gang war, Benny had no idea how this shadowy world worked.