“Ah, ah, ah, naughty girl. Stay still and receive what I give you.”
This time I slid a finger inside. Her walls squeezed my digit tightly. It was a signal. One she didn’t give intentionally but one I knew. What I was doing, she wanted. Leaning down, I flicked my tongue over her hardened nub. Polina moaned quietly but kept still and didn’t chase her need.
“That’s my good girl,” I crooned encouragingly.
I added another finger, while I nipped and sucked on her swollen clitoris. Polina’s thighs quivered. Her struggle to keep herself under control, real.
Time for a new angle. I gripped her thighs and turned her onto her tummy and sliding her back to the edge, I pressed her mid back and her chest, shoulders and head dropped obediently to the bed.
“Stay.”
I toed off my shoes. Dropped my trousers and stepped out of those and my boxer briefs. The blazer and shirt were next. Awareness lifted the hairs on my arms. Her heavy breathing an elixir for my libido. She was so sexy like this, her pale skin, too pale. I picked up my pants and slid the belt from the loops. Folding it I cracked it, just once, but it sounded like a gun going off.
Fuck. I hope I didn’t alert her guards. We both held our breath for a moment. Waiting. Nothing. If that didn’t alert them, then this wouldn’t either. I cracked the belt against her ass.
“Yass,” she hissed.
Nine more strokes I delivered, changing her pale skin to a dusty pink.
I’d played with many women, but no one else did I love leaving my marks on like I did with this woman.
Dropping the leather, I thrust my hips, sinking into her until I was fully seated.
It was my turn to moan. She felt like heaven. Gripping her hips I pulled back and slammed back in. She rolled her shoulders as a guttural moan escaped from between her lovely lips.
“Remember, Polina, no orgasms until I say so.”
She didn’t respond. But she didn’t need to. The rule would be enforced, and she already knew the consequences of disobeyingme. I thrust in deep and held myself there feeling her tight sheath embracing my hard cock.
I couldn’t get enough of being inside of her and this, well this was new.
Gripping her hips in my hands, I held her in place while I took her hard and fast. She clawed and gripped her blankets as she worked to not have a release. But her breath was becoming more ragged with each thrust and she was reaching the edge of a cliff there was no coming back from.
I pulled out and smacked her ass. I flipped her onto her back and pulled her knees on top of my shoulders. Gripping her thighs I fucked her hard and fast giving everything I had for her pleasure.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Master Loki, may I come?”
“Not until I tell you.”
The truth was, I was close as well. And it was in these seconds of maintaining control that everything came into a moment of awareness. The sweat on my back, the glistening on her thighs. My ragged breathing, her moaning staccatos, and I knew that I would never forget the incredible sounds Polina made when she was being pleasured.
“Please!”
“Hold.”
Her head thrashed from side to side as she worked her control. And finally when even I could no longer hold back.
“Now!” I commanded. Her internal walls spasmed around me as I milked my load deep inside of her.
For a while neither of us said anything. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing slowly finding its way back to normal.
I lay beside her, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of what had just happened settle somewhere deeper than I wanted to examine. This should have felt simpler than it did.
It didn’t.
She was facing away from me when I came back to myself, her breathing still slightly uneven, her hair spread across the rumpled blankets in a way that made something in my chest do what it had been doing for weeks now—that specific movement, that shift, the thing I had stopped pretending was anything other than what it was.
I lay on my back and looked at the ceiling and let the quiet of the house settle around us.
