“Yes, because I will share this one with Alexei, and it will be gone.”
“Alexei’s drinking beer.”
“He will like this better. Trust me. I know what he likes.”
C chuckles and says, “I’d imagine.”
Even when he laughs, she doesn’t seem to get the double entendre. McCann makes another cocktail as she comes over to me, takes my beer away, and raises her glass to my lips.
I take it from her hand and then take a swig. Since it’s dessert in a glass it does taste good.
“Are you actually gonna mix that with Guinness?” McCann asks, staring at me with a surprised expression.
I shrug, sliding a hand to her hip as she leans against me. Natalia puckers her lips against the rim of the glass. I tip it for her to drink.
“Ah.” McCann smirks. “You’re like another friend of mine who likes to be popular with his wife.”
When he leaves, I down the rest of the glass and the other one that he made.
“Alexei, why do you hurry?”
“Let’s take a walk,” I say, taking her hand and leading her through the house and outside. We’ve rented a house a few doors down from Sasha and Rachel’s, so we have our own place in Coynston when we visit, which happens pretty often now.
“We cannot go home. We said no goodbyes.”
“We’re coming back.”
She hesitates for about a second until I slide an arm around her waist to pull her along.
Once we’re inside our house, which is cool and dark with the curtains drawn, I give her ass a smack. “Go upstairs and take off your clothes.”
She shivers, gives me a kiss on the mouth, and then goes upstairs.
Today is one of my days.
I lock the front door and set my keys and phone on a nearby table. I give her a couple of minutes to undress and prepare her mind. She’s gotten better at obeying on her kitten days, but her natural confidence and playfulness sometimes still lead to resistance or even defiance when I command her to do things.
Now that we know each other well and she trusts me with her body, I’ve gotten stricter when she’s being my pet.
I ascend the stairs and enter the bedroom. She’s lying on her side naked, and the lines of her beautiful body almost make my thoughts unravel. I strip out of my clothes and then get the lube. When she sees it, she freezes, a soft gasp escaping her throat.
“Alexei,” she whispers, giving a small shake of her head.
Several times we’ve had this kind of sex and she’s come screaming my name, but it’s usually been after a lot of foreplay and edging when she could have come from my whispering in her ear.
Other times, I’ve used it as punishment. Like the day after she drank before going to a driving lesson, triggering my having to visit a police station to explain why my innocent teenage wife was drunk in the middle of the day. Having married a lost heiress to a massive criminal fortune, right after most of her family died or disappeared under suspicious circumstances, has made me a popular target for a number of law enforcement investigations.
I drop some pillows in a stack on the bed. “Lie over the pillows, kitten. And hold your ankles.”
“Alexei, please,” she whispers.
“You’d rather restraints?”
“No,” she exclaims. Then she bites her lip and positions herself over the pillows, raising her ass high.
I take each foot and push it toward her waist until she reaches back and grabs her ankles. It naturally spreads her legs and her cheeks, opening her for my cock.
I coat my hard cock with lube, then drizzle some onto her twitching rosette. My fingers slide between her pussy lips. She’s deliciously wet.
