Another shiver runs through my body as he says that. I have no doubt he knows all human nerves. How to make them rush with ecstasy- and how to cause excruciating pain. I wonder how he will make mine zoom back and forth between the two.
Kirill hooks a finger between the belt binding my wrists and gives me a tug, and I gasp as I’m forced to take a step toward him. He lowers his head to mine, letting the tip of his nose trail over my cheek and down my neck as he inhales deeply. Just this small touch is enough to make my body pulse with anticipation, and I eagerly lean forward, hoping his lips would touch me next.
“Will you go upstairs with me,devochka?”he murmurs against my skin. “Will you let me show you what our bedroom will be used for?”
Through my haze of arousal, I note the difference in his tone. He isn’t demanding. He’sasking.Awaiting my consent. What if I said no?
I quickly drop the thought though, my body too aroused to even consider saying no. I want him inside me again. Even more than that first night. I know what he has to offer and I want it.Badly.
I nod, and in return Kirill blows a rush of breath over my taut nipples, making me gasp.
“I need to hear you say yes,devochka,”he tells her, “For what I plan to do you, I need your full consent.”
“Yes,” I immediately gasp.
The more conservative part of me would be ashamed at how quickly I’d said yes later; ashamed at the intense need I heard in my own voice. But Kirill has a way of taking that part of me and tucking it far,faraway.
“That’s my girl,” Kirill praises, then grabs me and kisses me so intensely it makes stars burst behind my eyes.
When he pulls away I’m breathless and so full of need that my very skin pulses. With a small tug at the belt, Kirill leads me to the elevator at the back of the house. Once inside he pushes the button, and then without a word, turns to me and runs his knuckles over my exposed breasts.
I whimper as the small touch shoots fire through my breasts and down my abdomen, and I can’t help but thrust them forward for more. This earns me a wickedly dark chuckle from Kirill.
“I appreciate how sensitive you are,devochka,”he praises, letting his knuckles move in small circles over my taut nipples. “But you will tell me if it is ever too much, yes? We will explore the pleasure of pain in time, but I never want to push you beyond your threshold. At least, not yet.”
His words feel like the most tempting threat, and I can’t help but wonder what my body is truly capable of.
“I’ve tried some things before,” I tell him, her voice soft and breathy.
Kirill raises an intrigued brow.
“Oh? Do tell.”
My cheeks grow even hotter, and I suddenly feel self-conscious as he puts me on the spot.
“S-spanking,” I force herself to say. “Breath play, a little.”
Kirill’s brows rise up as anoh, honeysmile spreads across his face, and he shakes his head.
“Oh,devochka,”he chuckles softly. “That is so…cute.”
I want to argue that it was bold, maybe even a little dangerous, but the truth is, I can’t. Both times I experienced such things I didn’t feel that thrilling rush Kirill elicits. Even now, with just my breasts exposed, my hands tied, and his fingers barely touching me; I feel more exhilaration than when another man’s hands were wound tightly around my neck or spanked my ass.
Before I can think of a response, the elevator dings, and the doors open.
“Come, little dare devil,” he teases, hooking his finger through the belt once more, “Let us discover what else you might like.”
I’m trying to conjure a sarcastic retort, but my thoughts seize as she I’m led into the wide expanse of the master suite. It is an utterly decadent room with brass fixtures, white marble floors, pristine white walls and curtains, and black furniture. A large flat screen television hangs on the wall directly across from the extra large black-framed canopy bed, which is decorated with black silk pillows and matching duvet.
My eyes are drawn immediately toward the bed and suddenly, I don’t want to banter anymore. I’m not sure if it’s the pregnancy hormones or the longing I feel to recreate our first night together become too much; but either way, I’m done with being teased.
“Take off the belt. And my dress,” I command, turning my attention to Kirill.
He raises an amused brow, but he spins me around without a word and unzips me. He then reaches around me, nipping playfully at my neck with his teeth as he unties the belt from my wrists. Once freed, he pulls the long, white sleeves down my arms, letting the dress pool on the floor.
I hear a hiss of displeasure as I feel his hands tug at the strings of the white corset I wore underneath my wedding dress.
“Do not wear one of these again,” he commands, his fingers making quick work of the corset, “You will wear nothing like thiswhile you’re carrying my child, understand? The pressure could do damage.”
