“Take down her panties,” Egorov says. “To her knees.”
“No!” I shriek, crossing my knees and pressing my legs together as I try to throw myself off Alexei’s lap and onto the floor.
His big hands grab me and hold me in place and then a heavy, muscular leg comes down over the backs of my thighs, pinning them between his.
I struggle, but Alexei wraps the dress around my forearms and uses a hand to pin them down against my back.
Egorov laughs. “Not so happy about your choice now, are you, kitty cat? Go on, Vesenina. Get those panties down. Let’s see her pretty little pussy pout while you spank her.”
My face flames, and I continue to struggle.
“Panties down,” someone crows. “Let’s see that puss.”
“No.” Alexei’s voice is devoid of emotion, but it doesn’t invite a discussion either.
The standing men murmur to each other and complain to Egorov.
“I think lowering the underwear would be best,” Polasky says.
Again, Alexei says, “No.”
I turn my head, trying to look up and over my shoulder at Alexei’s face. I can’t quite manage it.
“Put your head down,kiska,” he says calmly. “Eyes on the floor.”
My heart thuds wildly.Kiskais a pet name. It means kitten in Russian, and it’s what a man calls his girlfriend. Unlike Egorov, Alexei doesn’t sneer when he calls me a little cat.
I swallow nervously, blow out a breath and, because fighting just seems to excite the men around us, I do what I’m told. The faster this is done, the better. Arguing and fighting will just prolong it, and it might convince him to go along with their horrible suggestions. No, much better to stay calm and still.
My body’s tense, and small muscles in my back are starting to ache. I force myself to relax and go limp over his thighs.
“Good girl.” These words are spoken softly. It’s reassuring, up to a point.
His big hand slaps my ass several times in quick succession, making me gasp in surprise.
“Is that the best you can do?” Egorov scoffs.
“He’s warming her up. If you don’t know that, I pity your play partners,” someone says.
I don’t have time to puzzle out exactly what they mean before some harder swats land.
“Not so rough,” I whisper, feeling the warmth spread through my ass and lower.
His hand starts to rise and fall in a steady rhythm. The strength in his arm is relentless with every hard smack against my soft flesh. The heat builds until my ass burns, and tears sting my eyes. Deep in my core though, I’m coiled tight with anticipation. My clit tingles, wishing his thick fingers would rub it before plunging inside me. I don’t know why I feel this way. I never felt it before.
Thankfully my hair falls around my face to hide me from the humiliation. The room’s gone silent except for harsh breathing and the sound of his hand making contact with me. My nipples stiffen to points, aching slightly in a way that matches the inner walls of my pussy. I shouldn’t be attracted to him, handsome or not. What he’s doing is very wrong. Unfortunately, neither of us seems to think so. Beneath my belly, his cock feels thick and hard. He’s aroused, too.
His palm of steel comes down continuously, striking the tops of my globes, then lower where my ass meets my thighs.
“Oh, no,” I say softly. It’s a protest, but a breathy one.
“Egorov,” Alexei says in a warning tone. “If you’re gonna beat off, back the fuck up.”
Those words break the spell I’ve been under, and I twist and raise my face. Near me, too close, is Egorov’s groin. His trousers are unzipped, and his hand is inside, tugging his cock free.
“Mmm,” someone says. “Let’s take turns. Or better yet, let’s use her at the same time.”
“No. She’s a virgin,” Egorov says. “And she’s staying that way for now.”
