Did I? Obedience was one thing, but this was corporal. Yet I was as wet as I'd ever been, my ass tingling so deliciously that I craved another slap.
Which couldn't be right. How could I crave something I should fear ?
Between breaths, he said, "Don't like a man giving you a correction?"
My body screamed, Yes! But my mind resisted. The truth? "I'm undecided."
That made him scowl anew. "Hands, Natalya."
When I twined them behind me, he positioned me on my back again. Grasping my breasts once more, he lowered his head, mouth almost to my nipple.
Suck it. Make me come. "Please, your mouth." I could hardly utter my thoughts. "Your tongue."
"If you were mine, I'd pierce these. Force you to wear my gold."
Pierce. Mine. Force. His gold.
Every word was dripping with domination. He was talking about piercing me--and merely imagining it made me undulate up to his clothed crotch for relief. But he kept that beautiful bulge in his pants from touching me.
His hot hands continued to squeeze. Just when I thought my tits couldn't get any bigger, any pinker, any more sensitive, when I was rocking my hips in abandon, he rubbed his stubbled chin over one nipple.
"Sevastyan!" I was almost levitating with pleasure, babbling, "Please, please, please."
"What would you give me to suckle you?"
Easy. "Anything."
Voice rough with lust, he demanded, "Would you be my slave? I'd want to bind you, make you helpless. I'd use you in unspeakable ways."
As long as he made me feel like this--with my ass on fire and my breasts so swollen I could hardly think of anything but my own inflamed flesh. "Yes, yes!"
"You'd feel the bite of leather across your breasts, its sting between your legs."
I arched to him. "Okay!"
His grip tightened even more. "This was supposed to punish you, to punish me. But you fucking love it. You need it, even if you don't know how badly."
My head thrashed, and I murmured over and over, "I love it, need it."
"Put your hands over your mouth. Muffle your scream."
My what? Still, I did as he said.
In Russian, he muttered, "God help us both." Then he sucked one of my engorged nipples between his firm lips, into the waiting heat of his mouth.
His wet tongue lashed the peak as his teeth grazed--
My orgasm ripped through me. Violent, scorching, startling. Melting me as waves of pleasure contracted my untouched pussy--clenching inside, clenching so hard. Bucking my hips, I pressed my hands tight over my mouth to muffle my ecstatic screams.
The release was so intense, two tears spilled down my temples.
He sucked my other nipple, and the waves returned, my core convulsing.
Rapture . . .
When I was spent, he released me and drew back on his knees. I struggled to catch my breath and marshal my thoughts--failed on both counts--so I gave him a tentative grin.
As his gaze swept over my body and then to my curling lips, he looked like he struggled with rage--with actual rage. Which couldn't be right.
I scrambled up to kneel before him, my breasts feeling so lush. My nipples were damp and throbbing against his rock-hard torso. I whispered, "More."
I could feel his body shaking. So why wasn't he throwing me down, plunging inside me?
My hand tripped down his body. When I palmed his huge, hot cock, he made a growling sound. As I traced it with my fingers, I found the wet spot from his pre-cum, and shivered with want. "More."
Between gritted teeth, he said, "Fuck--you."
"I don't understand. What did I do?"
He grabbed the length of my hair, wrapping it around his fist. "Ty ne dolzhna byla byt' takoy." You weren't supposed to be like this.
Tugging my head down to the side, he slanted his mouth over mine. He kissed as wickedly as he did everything else, with sensual flicks of his tongue stroking mine. I threw my arms around his neck, pressing our chests together.
His skin felt like it burned with fever, his heart thundering. When one of my nipples glided across one of his, he groaned into my mouth, deepening the kiss.
Tongues tangling, breaths mingling. Slow, sinful, shattering. Until I was brazenly rubbing my body against his.
Yet then he broke away. "You don't know better, but I'll teach you." I heard him tear open his zipper. He used his grip on my hair to tug me down to my hands and knees; with his other hand, he yanked out his shaft. Bigger even than I'd imagined. Exquisite.
Under my captivated gaze, his veined length bobbed. I watched it pulse even harder. A bead of moisture clung to the head, glistening in the moonlight, and I was hungry for it.
He merely waited while I stared, his hand shaking in my hair. If he'd wanted to frighten me away, why hadn't he forced my mouth onto it? Shoved it back in my throat?
He muttered words in Russian, his voice so hoarse I had trouble understanding him. Something about needing to drive me away, while faltering to.
He was controlling me utterly, and I couldn't get enough of it.
When his finger inched inside, I rocked back, wantonly rubbing my clit over his mouth, wriggling for more. As he probed deeper, filling my tightness, his shaft pulsated even harder.
With his tongue snaking and his finger pumping in and out of my core, he made growling sounds like he was in heaven. "Fuck, woman, fuck. You couldn't be tighter. Wetter." Then he drew my clit between his lips and sucked on me.
I tripped over the edge. As I started to orgasm, my scream was muffled again, this time by his thick girth. When I spasmed around his finger, he went crazy, sucking, setting in with a vengeance, his yell vibrating my clit.
Wave after wave rocked me, pleasure too scorching to be true. So strong that my vision flickered. . . .