I glared up at him, but his smirk just deepened. Dmitri let go of my hand and stepped back. All retorts left my mind when I took in the entire expanse of his naked body.
Pure perfection, and allmine.
Dmitri towered over me as he hungrily worked his hand up and down his cock. I wanted to climb him like a tree, but I paused when I caught the dark look in his eyes. Tonight, it was clear that I needed to obey in order to get what I wanted.
Dmitri stepped into the tub with me, the water shifting to accommodate his size. His arms slid around my bare stomach, and I whimpered when he tugged me into his hard, tattooed chest.
It just felt so good.So right.
Dmitri grunted and pressed his hard cock into my back. I mindlessly rubbed against it.
“So hungry for my cock.” His voice was pitched low in my ear. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want.”
His fingers brushed against my clit. When I spasmed from the mere touch, he chuckled in my ear. With him so close to me, it was impossible to hide a single one of my reactions.
With another dark laugh, his wet hands teasingly circled closer to my clit. I whined when he refused to touch me where I needed it.
“Here’s how this works, kotenok.” Dmitri’s fingers inched closer again. Yet they were still millimeters away from the place it needed to be.
“The only pleasure you get tonight is what I grant you. If you’re a good girl, you get more. And if you’re not. Well…” I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
Before I could respond, two fingers thrust inside me, and any arguments fluttered away. While his fingers teased my insides, his other hand brushed against my tender ribs.
Instinctively, I flinched away. Dmitri immediately removed his hand from my ribs.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“It’s fine.”
One of his fingers slipped out of me, and I groaned at the loss.
“Don’t lie to me, Alisa.”
There was so much tension in his voice that I turned to look at him. Shock gripped me when I spied his expression.
Dmitri’s body was coiled tight enough to snap, and there was pain flickering across his face.
“I’m okay,” I said, reaching for him.
Dmitri snorted and brushed my clit with his thumb. “I should be the one comforting you. Not the other way around.”
I saw straight through the nonchalant tone, and the sudden blankness in his eyes.
“Dmitri,” I started, but groaned when he roughly added another finger back in. Fighting through the pleasure, I kept my mind on track. “You did good.You saved me.” My voice came out husky instead of soothing.
A muscle quirked in his jaw.
“I should’ve been there sooner.” His eyes were glued to the small scratches on my shoulder. “I should’ve protected you.”
I laced my fingers through his much larger ones. My heart fluttered at the simple act of holding hands.
“You did protect me,” I said, squeezing tighter. I swallowed as I thought back to all those times he’d saved me. “You always have.”
Liquid streaked down my face, and I realized I was crying. Something rippled over Dmitri's face as he watched the tears fall.
Immediately, his hands were off me. My pussy clenched down around nothing as he leaned away from me. My chest ached at the distance growing between us.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hollow.
