“I need you, Master. Please?”
He grumbled something, then walked back to his chair and sat. Ashamed, she turned her face back toward the corner and tried to dry the tears that tracked down her cheeks. It was hard to do without a shirt to wipe them.
“Come here.”
Making herself small, she obeyed, stopping directly in front of him. She couldn’t look him in the eye.
“Kneel.”
Trying her best to look graceful, she folded down to the floor in front of him, then lowered her forehead to rest on her hands, just in front of his bare feet. Even Konstantin’s toes were pretty.
The wetness from her thighs somehow transferred to her calves and heels, and she was glad he couldn’t see it in this position.
“If I say no to something you really want, and I don’t say my answer is final, you may choose to beg. I don’t think giving in to your lust before we get married is a good idea, Varushka. It’s not what you wanted when we met.”
She turned her head and glanced at him, then put her head back down.
“Up, and tell me what you’re thinking.”
She did, but stared steadfastly at his denim-clad knee. He must have thrown jeans on after he’d put her in the corner. Her gaze was forced to creep up to his well-muscled chest, because it was naked and beautiful, with just enough hair to make him manly, but not so much to make her feel like she lusted after a beast. She wanted to put her mouth on him where the vee of muscle dipped into his waistband, but she didn’t know if she was allowed to just then. Why did he have to look so delicious?
Concentrate Varushka. If she didn’t make a good argument she might have to wait months—maybe longer. He hadn’t even proposed to her yet. She did her best to organize her thoughts, but between her need and his body she was completely preoccupied.
She drew a steadying breath. “Staying a virgin wasn’t a choice before you, Master, it was my only option. It was decided for me, not something I’d ever thought of myself. It was expected.” She shrugged. “No one wanted me anyway. Not even you when we met—that is, if you’ve changed your mind. Maybe you haven’t changed your mind and I’m being a silly fool.”
He raised her chin with two fingers. “Look at me.”
Reluctantly, she complied.
“I fucking want you, but I don’t want to take something from you that you value. Not if you’re not sure.”
“It’s not something I value. I’d never even kissed a boy until you. How was I supposed to know I wanted sex? It’s easy to be pious when you have no temptation.”
“See, now there’s where I’m having a problem.” He leaned back in his chair, taking the hand that had been holding her chin with him.
At least when he groaned and draped his arm over his eyes it became obvious she wasn’t the only one frustrated. Varushka darted a glance downward. There was a telltale bulge in his jeans. If she closed her mouth over the tip of that bulge, would he be angry, or would he grab her hair and . . .
She squirmed and rolled her eyes. Leaning her head on his leg was safer, so she tried that. His hand came to her hair like it was automatic, and she kissed his knee.
“Why did you have to be devout and a virgin?” He sighed and kissed the top of her head.
“I don’t have to be a virgin, but I need your help to fix that.”
“Or I could keep playing with you and not fuck you until we get married.”
She banged her forehead on his knee. “I’m fine with that, but only if there’s a priest waiting in the living room tomorrow morning. Not a long-winded one either. And I hope he’s not going to get offended if I beg you for an orgasm the whole time.”
“Varushka! Is that any way for a good girl to behave?” he said with mock severity, the corners of his eyes creased with amusement.
“No, Master. But I’m not even a little sorry.” She pressed her lips together as though she was disgusted with herself. “I may need another spanking.”
He groaned and lifted her into his lap. She put her arms around his neck and trailed kisses along his jaw. So stern, that jaw. It made him look mean, which was exciting and hot because now she knew what flavor of mean he was.
“Besides, how can you truly be my Master if you’ve only ever been in my mouth?”
“Some Masters don’t use their slaves for sex at all.”
She pouted at him. “That doesn’t sound like much fun. I want to be the sex kind.”
“Good, because eventually I’ll take you in any hole I please, whenever I please.”
Before she could stop herself, her butt muscles clenched, warding off his implied interest in that part of her. She realized she was grimacing, and she worked on smoothing her expression.
“You don’t like that idea?”
“I don’t know why you’d want to. I’m still not convinced you would fit, and it sounds unpleasant.”
His expression turned wicked. “I want to because I can, and because you secretly want me to.”
She opened her mouth to call him a liar, but then remembered fantasizing about it when he whispered naughty things in her ear on the plane.
“And I can make it fit.” His chuckle was too near, and she shivered, feeling the sound’s vibrations on her skin. “Maybe I should take your ass and leave your pussy for when we’re married.”
She bit his earlobe, then kissed a path down his neck, wondering if it would do to him what it did to her. “Please fuck me, Master,” she wheedled. When she wriggled deliberately against the bulge in his jeans, he grabbed her thighs and rubbed against her tender parts with the rough fabric between them. “Let me unzip your pants?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“You’re not going to like it.”
A gang of rogue butterflies found their way into her belly, but she told them to mind their business. She wanted him so bad that she didn’t care if it was fun or not. Being frustrated for so long wasn’t fun at all, so she was willing to take that risk.
Konstantin picked her up and carried her to the bed. It was odd having someone manhandle her all the time. He made her enjoy it.
“Before I try to get my cock into you, I’m going to use my fingers first. I have the feeling I might sprain myself otherwise.”
“Fingers? That doesn’t sound very romantic.”
He didn’t answer, just sat on the bed and settled her back on his lap. “You fit on my lap far too well. Maybe I should make a rule that whenever we’re together, you need to sit on me.”
Varushka was distracted by the sexy curve of his lips. She stole a kiss, but before she could stop, he held her still and kissed her until she was gasping.
“You’re going to waste your time kissing?”
“Kissing is never a waste of time, slave. You’re in too much of a hurry.”
His hardness still pressed at her through his jeans. How could the man be so patient? He was maddening!
“Please, Master?” She flicked at his lips with her tongue, and even nipped his bottom lip.
He grunted at the pain, and his grip on her body tightened. The bites he left as his mouth worked from her neck to her breasts felt far more exciting than kisses there would have been.
Bowing her back over his lap and holding her there gave him access to her entire body. His hands explored her, smoothing down her waist, tracing the bone of her hip, even tickling her armpits. He cupped her breasts and hummed with appreciation. Fingers tugged her nipples roughly into points, and she squealed and writhed, but did not ask him to stop. She didn’t want him to.
“What’s the matter with my poor girl?” he asked, his narrowed eyes and the sadistic twist of his mouth making her thoughts stammer before she could come up with a response.
She parted her knees and hoped he would take the hint, but was too afraid to ask. If she could entice him to do it without actually asking him, maybe her chances would be better.
“You’re looking at me with those hopeful eyes, and spreading your legs for me.
What do you want me to do?” The bastard was smirking at her, knowing damn well what she wanted.
She whined, too afraid to say the wrong thing and make him stop.
“Down here?” He quirked a brow at her and let his fingers trail down her belly until he played with the small patch of hair between her legs.
Varushka planted her feet on the bed and arched her hips up at him. He moved his hand away, leaving soft teasing touches here and there. Once he went so far as to slide a finger through her dampness.
“Well that explains why my jeans are soaked.”
She gazed up at him miserably, and he chuckled.
“Okay, okay.” The lazy look in his eye was one she was starting to associate with him being aroused, but the stiffness of his dick had told her that ages ago. He laid her back on the bed. “Will you stay where I put you, or will I have to tie you down?”
“I’ll stay, Master. But if you want to tie me, I won’t complain.”
“You’re such a good girl when you want to come.”
She nodded, since it was a completely reasonable observation.
Carefully, he arranged her the way he wanted her, arms over her head and angled away from her body, and legs splayed out in a similar way.
“You don’t move unless I move you. I’ll understand if you need to squirm, but don’t move your arms and legs. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
He caressed her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. The kiss he pressed to her forehead was tender and made her feel like her heart was too big. He kissed her mouth again, then slid down her body, paying attention to every bit of skin he encountered. By the time he lowered his mouth between her thighs, she was clutching at the sheets, twisting them in her hands and trying not to shove her hips rudely at his teasing mouth. For ages he played with the skin inside her thighs, then let his gentle breaths tickle over her tender places, making her want to cry, or to beat him until he eased her.
When he deigned to latch on to her clit, her heels dug for purchase as she tried to direct his mouth. He backed off.
“Lie still, Varushka. If you don’t control your bucking, I’ll stop.”
“I need to come,” she whimpered, desperation seizing control of her mouth. At his stern look, she forced her ass back down against the mattress, but spread her legs as far apart as they’d go. “Please, Master. I’ll be good.”
“You’re being good to get what you want. I understand that. But eventually you’ll be good because pleasing me will be more important to you than coming.”
More important than coming? He must never have ached this badly in his life. He wouldn’t say something so silly if he understood how this felt.
The thoughts fled as he played around, making her crazy with his tongue before putting his mouth back on her clit again. He sucked, but this time his fingers explored her too. When he edged back to look at her down there she tried to close her knees.
“Don’t hide yourself. You have a pretty pussy and ass, Varushka. You’re lucky I’m too jealous a man to put pictures of you on the internet.” His slow smile was nefarious.
She sucked in a breath and blushed hotly. “Pictures of me, Master? But why?”
“Why not? People would love to see you like I see you.” He raised his brows. “You’ll see how people react if I ever make you go naked in front of my friends.”
There was no time to think about that.
“You’re so small here that I’m not sure I’ll be able to get into you today. It might take a few tries.”
She was barely listening to him, her body buzzing and determined that his finger needed to be inside her.
“I don’t care if it hurts.”
“I care. Your first time should be good for you.” He pressed his lips together, looking serious. “It doesn’t have to hurt too much if I’m careful. Someday when your body is used to mine, I’ll use you in ways you say you don’t like, but you’ll secretly love it.”
The nerve of the man! She frowned at him. “Oh? And how do you know that?”
“Once you’re completely trained you won’t deny me anything I want. I can tell.”
Her mouth fell open. The first urge she had was to argue, but maybe he was right. The idea both frightened and thrilled her. Exactly how far down the path to debauchery was he going to lead her?
“I brought lube, just in case, but I don’t think you’re going to need it. What has you so wet, little one?” He flicked his tongue over her clit, which felt huge and distended, and seemed like it had its own pulse.
She hoped it was a rhetorical question, because she had no intention of answering.
Konstantin pressed the tip of his finger slowly into her, withdrawing a bit, then pushing inward again. He licked and pushed, making her want it even though it was an odd sensation and made her dizzy. She was doing this. It was happening.
Varushka closed her eyes and opened them again, too scared to watch, but too eager not to. She felt like covering her face in shame. Was it sensible for her to feel ashamed? Konstantin hadn’t been a virgin in a long time, she was sure, so why did only she have to stay chaste until their wedding?
Shut up and pay attention, brain.
“There. That’s one,” Konstantin said. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. He wiggled that finger in and out of her, then leaned in and licked her again. Inside her, she felt him crook his finger toward her belly as his mouth covered her clit. His finger bumped against something that made her toes curl and her mouth go slack. God—she could feel every intelligent thought leave her head.
“Ahh. Nice. That was easy to find.”
Varushka choked. Every nerve in her body was taut and he’d strummed them all at once. She wanted to tell him to stop. Tears were running out of the corner of her eyes. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
“Can you take two for me?”
She could barely hear him over her own harsh breathing, but she nodded.
He worked on her disobedient body, persuading it to take a second finger. It ached some, but his tongue kept her from being upset about it. When both fingers were all the way in, he moved them the way he’d done before, and the bone-melting feeling happened again. She was sweating, but the intensity of what he was doing made it impossible to move or try to get away.
She was sobbing quietly, sore, frustrated, and confused by the sensations he was forcing her to feel.
“What’s wrong with my girl?” he crooned against her clit.
The vibration of his words and the mix of lust and humiliation was too much. She screamed for him, unable to stay silent as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her fingers wound into the sheets, and she wondered if the cotton would shred from her abuse, but she needed something to anchor her to the world. Before her orgasm could wane, he drew his fingers out of her. She screamed and kicked, wild with a rage she couldn’t control. How could he stop like that—she wasn’t . . .
Konstantin loomed over her. He opened a condom packet and rolled the thing on, then braced himself over her with one hand. She felt the front of his thighs press against the back of hers. He brought his lips down, stealing her breath and making her forget the bad words that wanted to come out.
“I’m sorry, beautiful girl. I know you’re probably sore.” He was pressed against her pussy lips, spreading them with an indolent movement.
He eased into her. The tip of his cock felt ridiculously huge, even after he’d used two fingers. She whimpered piteously, but he kissed her and pet her until she calmed.
“Shh, it’s okay. Your body was made to do this. Try to relax.”
Easy for him to say.
She forced her body to accept his invasion. The effort allowed him to slide in a bit farther. Owwwww. He froze above her and in fascination she watched his throat working. Every muscle in his chest and arms was flexed and sheened, and the ones in his neck were taut.
“Don’t move. Let your body get used to me.” He grunted.
Was he expecting her
to get up and tap dance?
Konstantin looked like he was suffering but she wasn’t sure if it was from the snug fit, or because he was trying to hold himself back. It was uncomfortable, but not the hellish nightmare she’d been told to expect by her cousin Antonia.
“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned about his intent expression.
“I’m trying not to plunge the rest of the way into you.” His teeth were set together. “You’re so tight it almost hurts, but fuck do I want in.”
Hoping he wouldn’t be angry, she raised her hips to force him in another inch or two. He kissed her, coaxing her into using her tongue while he slid in the rest of the way. She mewled, but his face was hovering over hers, and he was holding his breath.
“Don’t fucking move.” He growled when he exhaled.
Varushka concentrated on the stinging burn between her legs.
Not a virgin anymore.
Maybe she should have felt guilty, but instead she felt free. It had been her choice. This was what she wanted.
As her body eased around him, she kissed the parts of his chest and neck that she could reach.
“Is this little cunt mine?” he asked.
More heat flooded through her. It was such a dirty word, but the question made her impossibly aroused. “Yes, Konstantin.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. They breathed each other’s air as they gazed into each other’s eyes. “You’re mine.”
A thrill of excitement ran along her neck and down her back. The dead seriousness in his gaze was like a weight pinning her down. “Yes, Master. I’m yours,” she said, helpless to deny it. Why would she even want to?
Under her Master, with his cock deep inside her, she felt her mind opening to him as widely as her body, welcoming him in.
He started to fuck her with slow, short thrusts, making room for himself within her. Konstantin slid a hand down between them and caught her clit between his fingers, the slippery thing apparently difficult to get a firm hold of. She squealed, unable to stop her body from reacting. His fingers were merciless, and she clung to his shoulders as she writhed beneath him, the sensations he forced upon her so chaotic that she considered struggling out from under his magnificent body and hiding.
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