“Yes,” I moan because he’s not wrong.
Sliding his wet finger up to my clit, he starts to rub me in slow circles. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“You,” I moan, already feeling the coil of pleasure start to build between my legs.
He pinches my clit hard enough to make me gasp and doesn’t let up. I writhe, trying to break contact, but he easily holds me in place. “I want to hear you scream it,kiska,” he groans in my ear, relaxing his fingers and rubbing the sting away.
“Fuck!” I yell, when all that pain is replaced by a wave of pure pleasure. “Volodya!” I scream as I come so hard my vision darkens. His fingers work me perfectly, keeping the orgasm going, and when it starts to fade, he coaxes another one out of me. I’m limp, barely fucking conscious, and it’s only his tight grip on me that’s keeping me upright. My whole body trembles, and my breaths are nothing but short little pants that don’t seem to be bringing in enough oxygen.
“Just breathe, baby,” he whispers in my ear, slowing his fingers down as I come back to myself. “You can’t pass out yet.” He gives my earlobe a hard enough bite to wake me back up with an adrenaline rush. “I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
I whimper at his words, partly because I don’t know how in the hell I can take any more, and partly because I want it so badly I can barely think. He gives my pussy one last squeeze before gently bending me over the fallen tree trunk. My arms and head hang over, but it’s big enough to keep my bare ass in the air. I’m too exhausted to be embarrassed. His hand runs down my spine before cupping one of my ass cheeks, giving it a hard squeeze.
Leaning closer so his face is near mine, he waits for me to turn and meet his eyes. “Every part of you is going to be mine,kiska, including this perfect ass of yours.”
He must see the fear on my face because he gives me a wink and says, “Relax, sweetheart, I’m just claiming your pussy tonight. I just wanted you to know it’s coming.” He drags a finger along my jaw. “Every inch of you will be mine. If I’m going to possess you, then it has to be all of you.”
I’m trying to take in his words, but my eyes take in his bare, wet chest, and everything else disappears. The man is fucking gorgeous. A large bear tattoo takes up his entire chest. It’s just as vicious and wild looking as the man it’s inked onto. Other tattoos cover his chiseled body along with some vicious-looking scars, and if I wasn’t naked and bent over a log right now, I’d take the time to explore every inch of him, first with my fingers and then with my tongue.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell him, making him laugh.
“You’re drunk on lust, sweetheart.”
“You’re still beautiful, even if I am.”
He runs his thumb over my lips before standing back up. My body still trembles from all the adrenaline coursing through me, and when he drags his fingers down my spine, I moan his name and dig my toes into the mud, trying to gain some leverage so I can arch up even more for him. I keep waiting for him to step behind me and press his cock inside me, but that’s not what I get. Instead of a thick shaft sliding into my drenched pussy, it’s a sharp smack to my ass. The loud pop of it echoes in my ears as I lift my head in shock.
Before I can say anything, he spanks me again, pushing me forward so the rough bark scrapes against my tits and stomach. The heat of his breath on the nape of my neck startles me enough to make me gasp. He opens his mouth, biting me just like animals will do to show dominance over another. He doesn’t bite down hard, just enough for me to feel the strength of him. Holding me in place, he spanks my ass again and then lightly dances his fingers over my stinging skin while he kisses his way down my spine. The rain is still coming down, but it’s slower now, and the mix of all these different sensations is making me fucking lightheaded.
“Volodya,” I beg, not sure how much more my body can take.
“Yes,kiska?” His voice is a sexy purr against my lower back. He sounds so fucking calm and in control while my knees keep threatening to give out and I still feel like I’m on the verge of passing out.
Now that I have his attention, I don’t know what to say. I’m feeling too many things at once, my thoughts too scattered and my body too busy pin-balling between raw lust and trying not to faint. All I can do is let out a small whimper and hope like hell he can decipher what I’m trying to say.
He gives my ass a soft bite and then breaks contact. I hear the sound of his zipper being slowly pulled down, but all I can do is hang over my log as the rain continues to hit me with my ass in the air. When he grips my hips, his hands are hot and I soak up his heat with a moan, letting it cut through my chilled skin. He leans over me, pressing his chest against my back, warming me with his body until my teeth are no longer chattering.
“I know you think I should go easy on you,kiska. Take you back to the house and make love to you in my bed, so gently and sweetly that it would bring tears to your eyes, but that’s not what I promised you, is it?”
“No,” I whisper, remembering what he’d told me when he’d held the knife to my throat after I’d woken him up because I couldn’t resist touching his face while he was sleeping. This will be rough, and it will hurt, but even knowing that, I still want it. He will always be a temptation that I won’t be able to resist. I’m helpless around him.
“Oh my god,” I moan when he brings his hips closer and presses his hard cock against my ass. I’d felt him through his pants, and he’d told me he was bigger than my toy, but in the back of my mind I still thought that he must be exaggerating, that it couldn’t possibly be all that big, but I’d been wrong. The heat of him soaks into my skin, and I start to have serious doubts that this is going to work.
“Volodya,” I moan, trying to brace myself against the trunk so I can lift up. Fear starts to take over, pushing everything else aside except my need to get away from that monster between his legs.
“Easy,kiska,” he murmurs, cupping my face and holding me still so he can meet my eyes. “Look at me.”
He waits patiently for me to calm down and meet his eyes. When I do, I’m surprised by how much warmth I see in them. Volodya can give one hell of a dead stare, and he can look at me like he’s going to burn the fucking world down to get inside me, but he can also look so damn sweet, and that’s the look he’s giving me now. The one that makes me feel like I’m turning into a puddle at his feet.
“I need you to trust me, sweetheart.”
“I do trust you, but I’m scared,” I admit.
His expression softens as he leans in closer and gently kisses me. Running his tongue over my lips, he slowly dips inside and deepens the kiss. His cock pulses between my thighs when I run my tongue over his and open wider for him. He groans and presses harder against me, sliding the length of him along my wet skin.
Pulling back, he whispers against my lips. “Trust me,kiska. Trust me with your body.”
I nod my head as he gives me one more kiss and then stands back up behind me. Firmly gripping my hips, he lifts me up so my feet are off the ground. I kick at air and brace myself against the tree.
