“Spread your legs.”
My heart hammers in my chest. Is he going to put that thumb inside me? I’m aching for him to do just that. My thighs separate almost on their own. Thick fingers slide between my lower lips, gliding in the juices there. And his big thumb presses against my bottom hole. I open my mouth to protest, but I’m too slow. He’s strong enough to push inside that forbidden space, and the invasion is darkly pleasurable.
“My God,” I murmur.
His fingers stroke me, rubbing my throbbing clit that so wants his attention. His thumb teases too, drawing back and then pressing deeper. I writhe over his erection, pumping my hips, desperate to be filled, desperate for release.
An orgasm explodes through me, causing me to clench on his arm and groan deeply. How can it feel so good?
I don’t like being spanked.
I like nice men who don’t spank.
Don’t I?
CHAPTER7
Alexei
Before I take her to bed, I have her suck my cock again. I’m more demanding this time, slowly teaching her to submit to me during sex. The rough grip I have on her hair excites her. Her nipples are stiff peaks, and she circles her hips and presses her thighs together as she services me from her knees. When I come, she draws every last drop of pleasure out of me. It’s satisfying as hell.
She tries to slip out to sleep in the other room, but I don’t let her go. Instead as a reward for maintaining her composure during the blowjob, I let her sleep across the end of the bed. She agrees to this, admitting it’s what pets do. I don’t choke on my laughter, but I come close.
In the morning, I wake first. I go from a semi to full wood quickly when I remember there’s a beautiful woman in my bed. The temptation to wake her up and put my cock to good use hits me hard, but instead I stroke myself while watching her sleep.
The bedhead, the makeup-less face, and the pale pink lips all make her look as innocent as she is.
I keep the sound effects to a minimum, so maybe it’s the light or the movement of the mattress that rouses her. I feel her body stir against my calves. I’ve shoved the blanket down so it’s bunched over my knees. She rises up, looking over the ridge of fabric. From her new vantage, there’s no camouflage as I pump my cock.
Her bright eyes drink in the sight of my aroused body. But though she watches with interest, Natalia makes no move to get involved. It’ll take some stricter training for her to learn the proper way for a kitten to behave, but it’s still sexy to have her watch so intently. When I come, she’s still for several moments, just staring at me. Then she rolls from the bed, disappears into the bathroom, and comes back with a wet washcloth. She holds it out, but I don’t take it.
“Go ahead,” I murmur, unable to resist having her touch me any longer.
She wrinkles her nose, which is cute, then leans forward and scrubs my abs. She’s not gentle over the contusions, and at one point when she presses her weight down, I shift with a grimace.
“So you are hurt, gladiator?” There’s a small smirk at the corners of her mouth.
“Did you doubt it?”
“You don’t complain.”
I touch the healing scrapes on her wrists from when she was bound in the cage. “Neither do you.”
“Ah, true. Complaining, this is no help, right?” She leaves the bed for the bathroom again. This time the door’s closed for several minutes. When she emerges again, her hair’s combed, and she’s dressed in the t-shirt dress. She takes her pillow from the foot of the bed and returns it to the top.
“I never do this before.”
At first, I think she’s talking about washing after sex, but then she adds, “Never sleep in a man’s bed.”
“Sleeping across the foot of the bed isn’t really the way it’s done.”
“I know. But it was still close. I woke up in the night feeling scared from bad dream. Then I see you, and I am not. You might be a bad man, but at least I can be less afraid of bad men with you.”
Natalia seems strong and confident when she’s being rebellious. Sometimes I forget how young she is and how alone she’s been.
“You’re right,kiska. You’re mine. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“No one else, but perhaps you will? Tell me… why do you do it?” She gives her hip a small slap to illustrate her question.
