He took a deep breath, exaggerating the action and I could tell I’d pointed my toes.
“You are like a beautiful butterfly ready to be set free.”
“Say that in Russian.”
Laughing, I could tell I’d shocked him. “Vy slovno prekrasnaya babochka, gotovaya vyrvat’sya na svobodu.”
His sultry voice allowed me to close my eyes, even relaxing as he swirled his tongue around my clit. Just the way he was touching me scalded my skin. I was relaxed even with my bout of nervousness. Being both on an edge and a wave of passion was strangely provocative.
He had a way of making me feel so special, especially when feasting on me as if he was enjoying a savory meal. His gentleness surprised me as much as the fact I wanted to ask him to devour me instead of being so gentle.
I tossed my head from side to side, still biting my lip, using enough pressure I could taste a little blood. Raising my arms over my head, I writhed in his hold.
“Look at me, little butterfly. Watch me feast on your pretty pussy.”
His voice was even more commanding and I opened my eyes, even easing onto my elbows for a few seconds. The look on his face was completely carnal. Now I knew what it felt like to be touched and teased by someone with tremendous power.
He gathered my legs into his arms, keeping me spread wide open. I’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed to anyone.
With his fingers lightly digging into the tender skin of my thighs, I found it difficult to keep my eyes open. As he suckedon my clit, almost instantly I was over-sensitized, shivering as a reaction. When he dragged his tongue down my pussy, pressing the tip inside, I arched my back.
The moan was ragged and I stared up at the ceiling, completely caught off guard by how incredible the sensations were.
Maybe he sensed I could handle more or maybe his hunger was intensifying. His hold became tighter, his mouth hotter and the way he thrust his tongue inside almost pushed me into a climax.
A forbidden secret that I planned on keeping to myself was that no man had ever made me come with his mouth. I was too sensitive. Or too embarrassed. Or maybe I’d just never felt comfortable and confident. Sasha made me feel as if I could completely let go, enjoying the ravaging vibrations threatening to unravel me.
His mouth became a weapon, licking me furiously as he shifted one hand so he could drive his fingers beside his tongue. The combination was almost too much to take.
“Oh, fuck. Oh… Fuck.”
He pressed his lips against one inner thigh then the other. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I was given a few precious seconds to breathe and regroup.
“Pinch your nipples for me, little butterfly.”
Had he just said that to me? I peered down, taking several deep breaths. For some reason, I was unable to stop shaking. When I hesitated in obeying him, I was punished with a sharp slap of his fingers against my pussy.
“Oh…” I must be crazy or a glutton for pain because the naughty girl inside of me wanted to continue disobeying him just to see what he’d do.
How far he’d go.
So I raised my arms over my head again, daring him to take control of me.
He lifted his head and a single eyebrow at the same time. I could tell he was slightly surprised, but he didn’t miss a beat, standing and turning me over onto my stomach without a hitch.
My legs were dangling over the edge of the table and in this position, I felt even more vulnerable. I tried to claw and crawl my way across the table and I’d be damned if he didn’t allow me to get both knees on the surface and halfway across the long plane before grabbing one ankle and yanking me back.
“Did I not explain correctly that you aren’t going anywhere?”
I didn’t need to see his face to witness amusement. I could hear it in his voice. When I was safely in position again, he didn’t hesitate a second time, bringing his huge palm down on my buttocks.
I gasped, the pain instant. A moan breached my lips and I threw my head toward the window. The kitchen light offered a perfect halo around my body. I was completely on a stage, but in an entirely different way than I was used to.
“Well, I can see you’re in need of a good dose of discipline in your life.” The chuckle in his voice remained, but the continued hunger was there as well. This was a powerful aphrodisiac or perhaps I should call it an appetizer.
“Didn’t you hear on the internet that I’m a very bad girl?”
“Oh, that’s right. Lainey Rose, a delinquent girl at heart.”
