Because of the cameras, I could see what he stared at--my upturned ass and my glistening pussy. Another screen showed me from the side, my breasts shaking from my anticipation. The color of my stiff nipples darkened to a deep pink.
He positioned that black bar near my feet. "This is a spreader." With nimble fingers, he cuffed my ankles on opposite ends of it, forcing my legs wide. "Lower your head and rest on one side of your face. Then place your hands beside your ankles."
Make myself even more vulnerable?
"Safe word or surrender," he reminded me.
I lowered my head, which jutted my ass up even more. "If you've never had a submissive, how do you know so much about this stuff?"
He bound my wrists beside my ankles. "I told you, I studied sex as if it were my field." Once I was immobilized, he stepped back to survey me. "My God, zhena."
I could share the same view. My plump labia had parted to reveal my shaded entrance. My cheeks were spread, my ass exposed. I had to stifle a moan.
Never taking his fierce gaze off me, he undressed.
My heart tripped at his ominous expression. "You, uh, you look like you're about to fuck the hell out of me."
He nodded slowly. "Oh, I am. You should know what I'll expect of my wife. What our sex life will be like."
When his jeans dropped to reveal his straining erection, realization dawned. He could do anything he wanted to me.
Anything.
The idea made my clit throb.
He retrieved that cock ring. "You'll give me all my fantasies, won't you, wife? And I'll take all of yours."
My eyes went heavy-lidded as he handled his shaft and balls to adjust the leather into place. "Red-hot, Dmitri." I wished I had a picture of that--
Oh, wait, I'd have a video!
He stood behind me, a giant of a man about to use my body for filthy things. "Look at you. I'm probably dreaming this." He speared my pussy with a long forefinger. "So fucking wet for me."
I moaned, my core clamping down on his finger.
Then he wedged another one inside me. He took his time, scissoring his fingers as deep as they would go.
I turned my head from side to side because I couldn't decide which screen angle I wanted to view. "Dmitri, touch my clit."
He removed his fingers. "I will when I choose to. No sooner." He slapped my wet lips.
"Ah!" I jolted against the cuffs.
"Don't make me chastise you again, beautiful. You won't like it." He followed that slap with lighter ones until I'd slicked his big palm. He finally sank his thumb inside, reaching his fingers under me to strum my clit like a guitar.
"Yes!" I wantonly bucked as far as my bonds would allow. "N-need to come, Dmitri!"
"Not without your plug." He'd started to sweat, his muscles sheening.
"Then give it to me! Please . . ."
He removed his hand, leaving me aching. I trembled as he lubed the plug. Though not as big as some I'd seen online, the size was a lot larger than his finger!
Still, I knew he'd take care of me. All he'd ever wanted was my pleasure.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes--" I jolted again when the tip touched my ass.
"Relax, zhena." He teased my entrance, circling, then lightly pressing. Over and over. Until I needed him to shove it in! "So tight."
"No more teasing, Dmitri, please." I craved that fullness inside me as much as I craved his cock.
"In time, once you're accustomed to this, I'm going to fuck your exquisite virgin ass. Would you like me to?"
My pussy quivered. "Oh, God, yes, yes!"
He eased the metal tip deeper each time, lazily thrusting and twisting it. "Enjoy this for now, Vika." He finally penetrated me, wedging the plug in place.
After a brief stretch, sensation radiated throughout my body. I savored it, rocking my hips to get used to the feeling.
He stepped back so I could view my plugged, jeweled ass too. "So goddamned beautiful." His dick pulsed at the sight.
I would watch this tape to eternity! "Will you fuck me now?"
"Something's missing. Ah, yes, this." He spanked me with both hands. "My handprints."
The force made my ass tighten on the plug, intensifying those sensations. I moaned for more.
He spanked me repeatedly, muttering, "Your body gets my cock so hard, the tip wet for you."
I could see it. That black leather ring bit into the swollen base of his shaft, and precum beaded the pierced crown. "Dmitri."
"You're going to feel very full with me and the plug."
Between panting breaths, I cried, "Do it! I want to know . . . I want you inside me."
Imitating him, I said, "No. I am not." I couldn't get enough of his taste.
"Ah, Vika, I like this life with you. . . ."
I enjoyed all the luxury he showered on me, but Dmitri was the draw by a mile. Even if he had no money, I would still be infatuated with him. My toes would still curl when his waking confusion transformed to that golden shimmer of satisfaction. I'd still know more pleasure with him than I'd ever dreamed.
I'd still feel protective.
God, I felt protective.