“I can’t take it,” she says, her voice rough with passion.
“Yes, you can,” I moan. “You’re almost there, my darling. Just a little more.”
Her back suddenly arches and her knees buckle. I have to wrap my arms around her to keep from falling as she comes, her whole body shivering in my arms. I pull her close, kissing the back of her neck.
“That’s it, little one,” I whisper against her skin. “Come all over this cock. Let it all go.”
I kiss her neck and up to her ear. She turns her head and our lips meet. Her tongue invades mine, and I’m suddenly lost in the smooth texture of her lips, the salty taste of her tears as she comes, the sharp tang of her teeth as she bites my lip.
Something snaps inside me. I grab one leg and lift it up, fucking her hard and deep. She murmurs against my mouth. “Yes, Daddy… oh, God,yes… yes…”
It’s not long before I’ve exploded inside her. It erupts out of me like a geyser, sending a warm rush over my skin. She bites my lip hard, drawing blood. The coppery taste fuels something within my soul.
I’m still inside her when I undo her binds. I don’t want to let her go.
“Fuck me on the bed, Daddy?” she asks in a small voice. “Please.”
“Anything,Devushka.”
She pulls away from me, then takes my hand and leads me to the bed. I feel like I’m under a spell, drawn to her body, her lips, her sweet, tight pussy.
As I fuck her again, her legs wrapped around me, my mouth on hers, something deep inside me awakens. Something I thought was long asleep or dead. I have never been more alive than right now.
9
NATALYA
“Where the hell were you?”
I glance over my shoulder and see my father standing by the back door. It’s almost dawn and I didn’t see any reason to come in through the front door on the off chance I might run into him. It’s been such a wonderful night, the last thing I wanted was for him to ruin it.
Too late for that, though. I stop as he comes stalking up to me, his eyes darting over my body. Every second he stares at my clothing is like he’s adding years to a prison sentence. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
Standing in front of my father, his face getting red all the way up to the top of his bald head… twenty-four hours ago, I might’ve cringed with fear. Somehow, that’s not happening this time.
“I went out,” I say.
“Out?Out?”
“Yeah. With friends. I had a few drinks and now I’m home.”
He blinks with disbelief. “Do you have any idea what time it is? The fucking sun is coming up!”
I flinch from his shouting, but I’m standing my ground. “Right, and I’d really like to get some sleep.” I start to walk away and he grabs my arm, yanking me back.
“You disrespectful little slut,” he spits in Russian. “I’ll rip you apart?—”
I yank my arm out of his and glare at him. “What do you care, anyway? You said you’d leave me destitute. Your own daughter. You don’t give a shit about me.”
That cuts through his anger. His face changes, blanching from the deep red it was a second ago. “Natalya?—”
“I’m going to bed,” I say. “But don’t worry. When I get up, I’ll start packing my bags. You won’t have to see thisshlyukhaagain very soon. Don’t you worry.”
With that, I turn and walk away from him, going to the pool house. The door closes behind me and a bubble of laughter rises within me. Is this madness? Have I truly lost my mind?
I don’t know. Maybe. I just spent the night with one of my father’s associates. That’s got to be some sign of insanity.
I go to my bathroom to take a shower. As I take my clothes off, I turn around and look at myself in the mirror, down to my ass. The red of my skin is starting to darken into bruises. I touch the skin and wince a little. It’s still really sensitive to the touch.
