“I can do whatever I like,” I growled in her ear. “And if I want to keep you here forever, and make you bend over and take my cock inside you every night, then I will. And there is nothing you can do about that, Natalia.”
I walked her to the bed. She didn’t protest much, and I could feel that she wanted to give in as much as I wanted her to, but her surrender was incomplete, and I wanted it fully. I gripped her jeans and yanked them down with her underwear, and then shredded the blouse, letting it fall away to the floor in tatters, one sleeve still clinging to her arm. She wore no bra, because I hadn’t given her one.
I gathered her hair and worked it around my fisted hand, pulling tightly until she gasped, to remind her who was in control here.
Her arms were free, and she tried to bring them to her head, but I was ahead of her and pulled tightly, then pushed her to her knees on the bed. I ran one hand over her bottom, where I knew it was still sore from her spankings, and in one place, a slightly raised patch betrayed a welt from the strap I had used to discipline her.
My fingers slipped between her crack, and to the center of her legs, where I encountered a hot, slick wetness. The memory of her hot flesh squeezed around my cock traveled through me, burning me up inside. Natalia Karkarov was going to consume me, which made me want to devour her first.
“Put your hands down,” I whispered in her ear. “Or I will have to discipline you again.”
Her hands dropped slowly, and I nudged her forward so that she fell onto her hands and knees. “Put your chest on the bed,” I instructed her. My cock was pressing so hard against my jeans, the zipper painful through my boxers. “Put your hands up on your ass.”
She hesitated, and began to turn her head back to me, so I gave her hair a twist and made her gasp. “I am going to tell you what to do, Natalia. And you are going to do it. For your own good. And now I need you to show me that you know how to be a good girl. Otherwise you might find that I can be a very bad man indeed.”
She dropped her chest to the bed, and I released her hair, letting it fall over her face, spreading out on the pillow. She brought her hands to her bottom, placing them awkwardly, the gesture of girl who had never been made to do much for a man who commanded her. That made me happy, just as her poor dancing skills relieved me when I thought of them. If I hadn’t cared before about Natalia being a stripper before, the idea infuriated me now, and I felt the hot sting of jealousy as I thought of any lover she might have had before me.
I was hastily shrugging out of my jeans, pulling off my t-shirt, staring at the glistening jewel between her legs. The competing forces of anger at my weakness, and desire to make Natalia love me back the way that I loved her, battled in my chest.
I moved her hands to where I wanted them, framing her lovely ass, spreading her cheeks slightly, submitting completely to me. Was she as willing as I wanted her to be? I could never know. But she could not hide that her body at least wanted what I was giving to her.
I dipped a finger into her pussy, admiring the quiver that traveled through her body. Teasing her, I drew my finger in and out, slowly, pushing against the tight walls of her love channel in all directions. I wanted to taste her, the scent of her was tangy and sweet, and I wanted to make her scream with my tongue.
But I wanted that when I could command her with nothing more than my voice, when she had submitted so fully to me that I could tell her to spread her legs and place her hands on the headboard, and she would do it, so completely mine that I could use her however I wanted.
I drew my finger up to the eyelet of her asshole, the tender pinkness of it obviously untouched. Dipping my thumb to her pussy to get it wet, I brought it back up and made several swirls around her hole, watching her squirm. But she was obedient, her hands on her ass, her pussy dripping.
I teased her a little more, and then I pushed gently inside of her.
Her hands dropped to the bed, and she tried to push up, her ass squeezing tightly around my finger. She gasped. “I can’t,” she whispered.
But she was already opening up, her body relaxing, the velvet inside of her ass beyond her tight ring tantalizing me. I turned my hand, twisting my thumb inside of her and deeper into her. My fingers could play with the soaked lips of her pussy and her throbbing, swollen clit. When I brushed the face of her button gently, her ass squeezed around me, and I knew that I had to have her like this. I curled my thumb and inserted a finger into her pussy, pushing up. I squeezed them together and she moaned into the bed.
I wanted to hear her say that she wanted this, to beg me. And then I wanted to fuck her senseless, filling her in every hole, claiming her as mine, over and over again.
Chapter Fourteen
