by Apryl Baker
She grinned up at him. “Precisely!”
“Why the fuck am I tied up?”
“Because I wanted you tied up.” She ran her hands over his stomach, learning the feel of him. “It’s easier to do what I want.”
“I never agreed to this.” He pulled on the ties that held him, but they didn’t give. She knew how to tie a knot, thanks to Big Jim, one of her dad’s oldest friends. He’d painstakingly taught her when she was little. He loved boats as well as motorcycles.
“I never agreed to being held still on a bathroom counter either. Goose, gander, remember?”
His eyes got all hooded as desire flooded them. “Now that you’ve got me where you want me, what are you going to do with me?”
“While you were busy in the bathroom the last two days, I did some research.” She straddled him, making sure his rapidly hardening cock was nestled right against her very aching center. “It’s so easy to find things on the internet. They even have tutorial videos.”
“What did you research?” He bucked his hips, and it caused her to rub against his cock.
“The art of the blow job.” She slid her hips back and forth across him, smiling when she pulled a moan from him. “It’s something I’ve never done before, and I wanted to be prepared.”
“Becca, don’t fucking tease a sex-starved man. It’s not nice.”
“Would I do that?” she asked innocently.
“Yes.” He ground his teeth when she rubbed against him again.
She laughed and slid off him. She pulled his pajama bottoms down to a little above his knees to hold his legs still. She’d researched more than blow jobs. She’d looked up a few aspects of the BDSM world, specifically restraining one’s partner. There were some rather creative and fun ways to restrain a person. Things she’d even think about letting Dimitri do.
Her eyes widened when she finally looked at him. Holy shit. There was no way he’d fit. He wasn’t just long, he was wide. Thick. And getting bigger. She clenched her legs against the desire that curled in her belly at the thought him pushing into her.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you, baby?” Dimitri’s whispered words brought her eyes open and back to his. “Thinking about how it’d feel to have me inside you? I can see it on your face, Krasivaya.”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, you’ll get to know what that feels like.” She scraped her nails down his thighs and back up.
“It’s not been two weeks yet.” His eyes rolled back when she cupped his balls and squeezed. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“As you said earlier, it’s been ten days.” She got up and walked over to the mini fridge, collecting a bottle of water and an ice cube.
“What are you going to do with those?” He eyed her suspiciously, and she smiled demurely.
“It’s a surprise.”
Dimitri had no idea what she was up to, and his dick got even harder imagining all the things she could do with the water and the ice cube. He reached for her, only to be brought up short by the bonds that held him. He’d woken up just as she finished tying his second wrist. He’d been curious to see what she was going to do, so he’d pretended to still be asleep.
The moment her nails dug into him, though, there’d been no hiding the reaction it wrought.
“I should warn you.”
“About what?”
“I don’t have a gag reflex.”
Holy fucking hell.
She sat back down, putting the water and the ice cube to the side, and wrapped her fingers around him. The simple touch arched his back, and he cried out. Sweet God, but he needed to touch her, to taste her…he yanked at the bed rail, but the knots were too tight. He’d have to beat the bastard who taught her to tie a knot.
When her tongue slid up his length, he wasn’t expecting it, and he hissed. He watched as she got low, for better access, her ass in the air. His fingers ached to dig into those beautiful cheeks.
Her lips closed around his head. She took him in his mouth and gently sucked, her tongue swirling over the tip. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt. He’d had more blow jobs than he could count, but the difference was he loved Becca, needed her on a cellular level.
Her hand squeezed his shaft hard, all the while keeping up her gentle sucking. The combination was enough to make his hips buck. Fuck, where the hell did she learn to do this?
“Becca, if you keep that up, I swear to you…”
She let him fall from her lips but kept up the harsh pressure of her hand. “Hush.”
He watched in both horror and awe as she popped the ice cube in her mouth, rolling it around before taking it out, all wet and slick. She smiled wickedly and lowered the ice cube until it touched the tip of his cock. His breath froze when the coldness hit, chased by a pleasure that rocked him. He tried to widen his legs to ease some of the tension, but they were caught, trapped in his pants. Shit.
“Becca…” His words were cut off by a deep groan when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and nipped at it, the sting of her teeth soothed by her tongue. “Fuck me.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try away, sweetheart.”
Her lips closed over him again, this time pulling him deeper into her mouth, one hand stroking his cock, the other gripping his thigh to help steady her. The pleasure burst over him, and he struggled against his bonds, but to no avail. He had to lie there and let her wicked little mouth destroy him.
Becca took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, relishing the moans each pass pulled from him. It was a little awkward, but she managed. When she got the hang of it, she was able to concentrate on pulling him in as far as she could until he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed around him. His entire body spasmed and he bucked, almost knocking her off his legs, but she held on. She came up for air long enough to see the intense look of something akin to pain on his face. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t lust. It was desire.
He was cursing in Russian, and she grinned. It was good to know she could bring the same reaction from him that he’d managed to do to her. It gave her a confidence she’d never had before. When she started this, she’d been hesitant. She’d never given anyone a blow job, so she’d spent a couple hours watching it done via the web. The things some of those women could do.
Shaking her head, she lazily licked the tip of his cock, the precum salty. He let out a strangled hiss when she suddenly pulled him all the way into her mouth and held him there, her throat convulsing. Then she slowly pulled her head up, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of his cock and scraping them along the length until she hit the tip again. She reached for the water she’d brought and used one hand to twist the top off. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving. Perfect.
She poured the cold water on his stomach, trailing a stream of water all the way down, pulling her head up and letting the water pour over his cock. His body stiffened, and he shouted something unintelligible. She ignored his demands to untie him and lapped at the water on his abdomen. She licked her way down his stomach, around the soft skin at the top of his cock, right where the very trimmed hair began.
She glided the ice cube up and down the back side of his cock while she kissed every inch of skin she could reach. His cock quivered and pulsed. His breathing went even more ragged, and he cussed louder than she’d ever heard him do in a mixture of English and Russian.
“Becca, untie me. Now.”
The steel in his voice made her look up. Those blue eyes of his brooked no argument, but she wasn’t in the mood to comply. “No.”
“Becca, I am not asking. You will untie me.”
“I don’t want to.” She caressed his balls. “I’m enjoying myself.”
“Babe, I do not want to spill my cum anywhere but in that tight little pussy of yours. Now, fucking untie me so I can fuck you.”
His intent burned in his words, his gaze, everything. Becca clenched her thighs, trying to curb the wave of desire his words elicited, but it was no use. She remem
bered the feel of his hands running over her skin, his mouth…dear God, his mouth. She reached up and untied first one arm and then the other.
Dimitri wasted no time. He didn’t flip her like she’d half expected. He slid upward in the bed, so his back rested against the rails, and yanked her up the length of his body. She straddled him, and he pulled his legs up to help support her.
“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” His nostrils flared and his fingers slid between her legs, searching between her folds until he found her clit. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“I just Googled blow jobs.” She arched back and spread her thighs farther to relieve the tension. “You would be amazed at the videos you can find.”
“Porn, Becca? You spent the day watching porn?”
She bore down on his fingers, her eyes closing at the sensation. “Don’t sound so outraged. It was all that porn that made me decide to break my two-week sex ban.”
He sucked on one of her nipples, and she cried out. He tortured the already hard nub mercilessly while his finger ran tight, hard circles around her clit. “Remind me to have you help with all my research in the future.”
Becca moaned when his fingers left her clit and slid inside her. He thrust two fingers in high and deep.
“Fuck, babe, you’re tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She had her own misgivings about him trying to fit, but they wouldn’t know unless they tried.
“You won’t.” She leaned in and kissed him, teasing his tongue with her own. “And even if you do, it’ll be worth it.”
“I never want to hurt you, Krasivaya.”
She took his face in her hands. “You’re the only person who’s never hurt me, Dimitri. You’ve been here and not flinched away from my anxiety. You make me feel whole and accepted. I love you, you silly man, and if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to go grab my vibrator and do the job myself.”
He laughed and kissed her nose. “No mechanical toys allowed in that pussy unless I put them there.” He removed his fingers and lifted her, positioning her right over his cock, before ripping her panties right off her. “I’ll buy you a new pair,” he promised when she gasped. “Now, don’t move.” He gripped her hips and began to ease inside her, inch by inch. Becca was a tiny thing to begin with, and every time she winced, it almost made him stop.
Almost.
All that wet heat spurred him on. She cried out, but he gripped her hips harder, not letting her retreat. Her fingernails sank into his shoulder, and her head fell against the side of his neck. “Wait. Just give me a minute, please.”
He froze, unwilling to cause her more pain than necessary. His balls screamed in protest and his dick quivered, urging him to keep going, but Becca’s needs trumped his own.
She relaxed her muscles, and some of the stiffness left her. She sagged against him. “I’m good now.”
“You sure?” he ground out, resisting the urge to listen to his dick, flip her, and drive into her. There would be time for that later.
She kissed his neck. “I’m sure, but Dimitri, hurry the fuck up. This is hurting more than one swift thrust would.”
“Babe, I might really hurt you…” She pressed down, pushing him in deeper and cutting off his words. “Don’t do that.”
She wiggled again, and he held her hips tighter, forcing her to stop, and she retaliated by clenching her walls around him. Fuck. His dick took control, and he pulled out and slammed into her. She whimpered but only dug her nails in harder, and he lost it. He gripped her hips in a bruising movement and slammed into her over and over until her flesh finally gave and he was completely buried inside her.
Becca had tears in her eyes, and it cut him to the bone. “Shit, babe. Why did you do that? I could have hurt you.”
“It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but it was worth it.” She sat up, wincing. “I swear I’m okay.”
He frowned, fully intending to pull out and check her when she decided to take matters into her own hands and slid her hips up and then back down, rocking gently. Her moan matched his own, and he let her set the pace for a few minutes, allowing her body to adjust to his size. It nearly killed him to not take control, but he let her have this.
Becca wrapped her arms around him and pulled his lips to hers. He kissed her with every ounce of passion and love he possessed. This was his woman. He made sure she knew it. He slid his arms up her back and around to cup her breasts, caressing them then pinching her nipples so hard she jumped, but she didn’t protest. She only kissed him harder.
He left her poor nipples alone and let his hand rove the soft skin of her back, teasing slow circles on his way up to the tops of her shoulders, where he anchored his hands, holding her in place on his cock with enough force she couldn’t move an inch. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “You’re mine, Rebecca. From now until the day we both die. Do you understand that?”
She nodded, but it wasn’t good enough.
“Words, Becca, I want the words.”
“Yes, Dimitri, I’m yours.”
“Good girl.” His head rolled back and his eyes shut as she squeezed him. “Doing that isn’t going to make me move.”
“Dimitri, I need you to move.”
“Not until you agree to marry me.” When she said nothing, he pushed deeper, feeling the opening of her cervix. She sucked in a breath, the sound more of a wheeze than anything. “Say yes.”
“Not fair.” Her nails scratched at his back, and he fought for control. He wouldn’t let her make him lose control, not right now. He needed an answer, and he’d get it, by damn, or they’d sit here in sexual hell for the rest of the night.
“When have you ever known me to play fair?” He sucked on her lower lip and bit it gently, his tongue taking the sting away. “Just say you’ll marry me.”
“I…” She groaned when he shifted the angle he held her so he could thrust even higher. “Dimitri, please.”
Her high-pitched wail didn’t move him. “Say it.”
“I’ll marry you! Just, please, fuck me. Please.”
He smiled and gave her the softest kiss he’d ever dreamed of. He licked, he nipped, but he made sure she understood how much he loved her. Then he started to fuck her.
His hands became bruising as he held her still, his cock thrusting in hard and deep. Her nonsense cries drove him on, and he picked up speed, his thrusts almost brutal, but she made him crazy with those nails.
“Come on, babe. You’re close. Give it to me. Let me hear you.”
She whimpered, her eyes fixed on his, and he saw it before he felt it. Her eyes darkened then glazed over seconds before her body exploded around him. She screamed his name, and it caused his own release to flood her. He kept pumping until she’d milked every last drop of cum from his abused cock.
“Fuck, babe.” He collapsed backward, her body falling on top of him as his legs stretched out. She’d destroyed him. He couldn’t move if he wanted to.
Becca made some kind of meowling noise even she didn’t recognize. She wasn’t capable of speech. This was so much more than any flipping vibrator could do for her. Hell, she’d only had sex with one person, and that had been unpleasant. This? This was so much more than any sex scene she’d read in a romance novel.
Dimitri imprinted himself onto her very soul.
He shattered her in ways she couldn’t even define, but he’d also made her feel so special, tears welled up. No one had ever cared for her the way he did. She knew he loved her, had always known it, but she’d never felt how much he loved her until this moment. This beautiful manwhore of a man loved her.
“Sweetheart?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you okay? I know I hurt you.”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle. That was worth whatever pain I felt in the beginning.”
He laughed, and the vibration bounced her a bit. “I’m going to slide out of you now, so don’t tense up.” He grasped her hips and pulled out. The sting was intense. She felt raw and bruised an
d let out a hiss when he left her completely.
Dimitri rolled her then got up to go to the bathroom. She heard the water turn on, and he came back, carrying a washcloth. He cleaned her up, tossing the cloth back into the bathroom before coming to bed. He pulled her close and drew the sheet up. “I think you killed me.”
“You deserved it after all the sexual torture you’ve put me through the last week.”
“Only because I wanted you. Holding you without touching you every night was causing physical pain.” He shifted her so he could pull her closer. “At least you agreed to marry me.”
“Blackmail in the middle of sex doesn’t count.”
“Yes, it so fucking does count. You agreed, and now you can’t go back on your word. You’re mine, and as soon as I can get you in front of a priest, everyone is going to know it.”
Part of her wanted to torture him, but the rest of her swelled with love. This man wanted her. Anxiety and all, he wanted her. He’d proven over and over that she could trust his feelings, and even if she still felt like it was too soon, she was willing to at least be engaged.
“And no arguments. When we get back from Texas, we’re packing up and moving to New York.”
She froze, the thoughts of the city starting to trickle through her very sated haze. So many people. New York seemed like a busier city than Chicago or LA. What if it was too much?
“I don’t know, Dimitri.” Her unease flickered in her tone. “There so many people…”
“I found a place outside the city. It’s off by itself, no neighbors. Gated for security. It needs some work, but I thought you could use that design talent of yours to make it nice. I already thought of all the crowds, Krasivaya. I found something that’ll put you at ease. As soon as you see it and give the okay, we’ll close on it. There’s a small town a few miles away that’s quiet and someplace you can go out freely without fearing crowds. I got you, babe. Don’t worry.”
He found a house just for her? Someplace she’d feel safe and not worry about people bothering her? Tears welled up, and she couldn’t stop them from flowing over.
“Hey, now, what’s this? Why are you crying?”