“I wanted you to—fuck—punish me. Tie me up, fuck me ‘til I couldn’t move, ‘til I begged you for more.”
Suka. My cock surges, a hot spike up my spine, and I’m clawing at control—want to give her that, mark her, break her—but I hold it, savoring her unraveling.
“How bad did you want it?” I growl, yanking my tie free, the silk hissing through my collar. “How bad did you want my cock choking you, my hands owning you?”
“So bad,” she pants, fingers frantic—her clit’s pulsing, her pussy gushing, a sticky mess on the sheets. “I—please—I needed it—needed you.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, kneeling between her thighs, gripping them—soft, slick, shaking—and wrenching them apart. I seize her wrists, her dripping fingers slipping from her pussy, and bind them with my tie—tight, the silk biting into her flesh, herhands pinned above her head. She gasps, eyes widening with a flood of excitement and lust, all trace of fear obliterated. I bare my teeth in a savage smirk, my voice a dark promise. “You’re mine now. I’m going to wring every last drop of pleasure from you, slowly, until you’re a begging, sobbing mess.”
I plunge three fingers back into her—stretching her, invading her, circling her clit with brutal precision. Her walls clamp down, hot and wet, like a vise trying to crush my fingers. She thrashes, her wrists tugging against the tie, her shoulders slack with surrender as I pin her down with my other hand.
“Tell me,” I demand, my voice a low growl, lips brushing her ear, my cock grinding against her thigh—thick, pulsing, leaking. “Did you come that night thinking of me?”
“Yes!” she screams, her hips bucking wildly, eyes ablaze with need. Her pussy is a gushing river, soaking my hand, her clit throbbing under my thumb. “Konstantin—fuck—yes! I came so hard—”
“Then do it again,” I command, my fingers pumping faster, circling harder. Her body is a convulsing, trembling mess, tied, spread, completely at my mercy. “Come for me, Bella. Let me feel that tight little cunt cramping around my fingers, and you better scream my name when you do.” Her walls begin to spasm, clenching my fingers in a chokehold.
“Konstantin…” Her cry rips through the room—raw, needy, my name a jagged plea—and her pussy clamps down, a hot, wet flood pulsing around my fingers. My cock’s screaming, balls aching, but I hold it—watching her shatter, tied and eager, melting as excitement wins. It’s the most unforgettable thing I’ll ever give her, and I’m still not done.
I don’t hesitate for her to be fully prepared. I grasp her hips, turn her over onto her stomach, and position her hips so her alluring backside is raised toward me. Her skin feels as soft as my sheets and twice as indulgent. Eager to leave my mark, I useboth hands to guide myself, gliding the sensitive tip along her, teasing her clit, and sending shivers through us both.
Her wrists stay bound, the silk tie biting into her skin, but her fingers clutch the sheets—white-knuckled, desperate—while her lush, trembling ass presses back against my cock, hot and eager. She’s a brazen little siren, every twitch screaming she wants me.
I land a sharp, teasing smack on her bare ass—firm enough to sting, playful enough to tempt. She jolts forward with a gasp, a high-pitched sound that cuts through me, my handprint blooming red against her pale, silky skin—a mark I’d tattoo there if I could. My cock pulses, balls tight, and I don’t give her a second to catch her breath—I grip her hips hard and thrust deep inside her.
Her cry rips out—“Fuuuccckkk! You’re a giant!”—half shock, half moan, a sound I’d kill to hear again.
Everything else fades—noise, duty, the weight of the Bratva—all of it dissolves into a dull hum. There’s just the wet, rhythmic slap of my skin on hers as I drive harder, sinking deeper, every inch of my cock finding its place in her scorching, tight heat. She’s a furnace, a perfect vise, and—fuck—she’s unforgettable, unraveling me with every pulse.
Bella’s a quivering mess beneath me, limp against the bed—shaking, panting, a living flame of need—but inside, she’s molten, her walls rippling along my length like she’s trying to drag me over the edge before I’ve even started.
Yob tvoyu mat,this little minx wants my climax, wants to own me, and it’s a fight to keep control as I thrust, pulling her closer, our bodies locked in a relentless, primal rhythm.
Her gasps turn to whimpers, then to trembling pleas—my name spilling from her lips like a prayer between shudders.
A soft, gritted “Shit…” spills out, her voice rough as she bites her lip harder, her shoulders tensing under my grip like she’s bracing for a storm.
This is what I crave, what I fucking need.
I want her to feel me so deep in that gorgeous body that every man before me is erased—gone, ash.
I want her to take me so hard she’ll limp tomorrow, every step a reminder of me. She’s my wife—signed, sealed, mine to fuck whenever I damn well please—and that contract, her clean little signature on every page, hums in my blood. I can have her anytime, anywhere, and it’s a satisfaction that’s been my anchor. But now—fuck—now it’s more. I’m craving her like a junkie, her body a fix I didn’t know I’d need this bad.
“Damn…” She grinds me harder. “This… is too much.”
She tightens around me, a hot clench that pulls a grin across my face—dark, triumphant. I grip her hips tighter and haul her back as I bury myself balls-deep in her trembling core.
“Yes, you’re so wet it’s driving me insane.” My hands roam up, tracing her soft, sweat-slick sides, thumbs brushing the curve of her ribs. “Now, come for me,krasotka,” I rasp, voice husky, thick with want.
She breaks—eyes rolling back, body seizing in wild, wet spasms that grip my cock like a fist. Every shudder tests me, every ripple a razor’s edge against my restraint, pushing me to the brink. Goddamn. I can’t let her tremors fade—I pull out, flip her onto her back in one swift move, and plunge back in, deep and hard. She arches, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat, and I wrap my arms around her, mouth latching onto her nipple—sweet, taut, perfect—sucking as I thrust with feral hunger.
But it’s not enough. Her spasms flare again, raw cries spilling as I drive her further into oblivion, her bound hands clawing the air, tugging at the tie. Her fingers snag my hair, yanking, and it’s a spark to the fire raging in me—an itch, a hunger I can’t scratch deep enough. I quicken my pace, burying my face in her neck—licking the salt off her skin, sucking the pulse thumping there, tasting every inch of her glistening heat.
If these walls weren’t soundproof, her screams—our storm—might sound like war to the world outside. Bella, the sharp-tongued thief who broke into my life, turns into a whirlwind here—a tempest of lust I can’t tame. And tonight, I do something stupid: I kiss her. We’ve kissed before—hard, possessive pecks to seal the deal—but this time, I lean down, claiming her mouth, and she kisses back. Fuck, it’s too good—sweet, warm, her tongue curling against mine, a taste so electric it shorts my brain. I regret it instantly—she grabs the back of my hair, our sweaty bodies fusing, and for a split second, that craving eases, and I’m drowned in her.
But it’s a lie. The moment shatters, and the need slams back—harder, fiercer. I’m teetering on my own edge, thrusting into her pulsing heat, and that contract flashes in my mind: she’s mine, my wife, my right to take any time. It’s always been enough—knowing I can fuck her when I want, how I want—but now it’s a curse. I want her more, in every filthy way, in every hidden corner, and it’s eating me alive.
I cling to her, my growls muffled against her neck as the orgasm rips through me—hot, searing, spilling into her with a force that blanks my mind. Her final shudder locks us together, a shared explosion that shakes the bed. I signed up for control, for a wife I could fuck on demand—decent, predictable, mine. But this? This is a wildfire, a soul-deep burn that makes me feel untouchable, alive, and it’s all her fault. I’m hooked.
