My body screamed, Yes! But my mind resisted. The truth? “I’m undecided.”
That made him scowl anew. “Hands, Natalya.”
When I twined them behind me, he positioned me on my back again. Grasping my br**sts once more, he lowered his head, mouth almost to my nipple.
Suck it. Make me come. “Please, your mouth.” I could hardly utter my thoughts. “Your tongue.”
“If you were mine, I’d pierce these. Force you to wear my gold.”
Pierce. Mine. Force. His gold.
Every word was dripping with domination. He was talking about piercing me—and merely imagining it made me undulate up to his clothed crotch for relief. But he kept that beautiful bulge in his pants from touching me.
His hot hands continued to squeeze. Just when I thought my tits couldn’t get any bigger, any pinker, any more sensitive, when I was rocking my h*ps in abandon, he rubbed his stubbled chin over one nipple.
“Sevastyan!” I was almost levitating with pleasure, babbling, “Please, please, please.”
“What would you give me to suckle you?”
Easy. “Anything.”
Voice rough with lust, he demanded, “Would you be my slave? I’d want to bind you, make you helpless. I’d use you in unspeakable ways.”
As long as he made me feel like this—with my ass on fire and my br**sts so swollen I could hardly think of anything but my own inflamed flesh. “Yes, yes!”
“You’d feel the bite of leather across your br**sts, its sting between your legs.”
I arched to him. “Okay!”
His grip tightened even more. “This was supposed to punish you, to punish me. But you f**king love it. You need it, even if you don’t know how badly.”
My head thrashed, and I murmured over and over, “I love it, need it.”
“Put your hands over your mouth. Muffle your scream.”
My what? Still, I did as he said.
In Russian, he muttered, “God help us both.” Then he sucked one of my engorged ni**les between his firm lips, into the waiting heat of his mouth.
His wet tongue lashed the peak as his teeth grazed—
My orgasm ripped through me. Violent, scorching, startling. Melting me as waves of pleasure contracted my untouched pu**y—clenching inside, clenching so hard. Bucking my hips, I pressed my hands tight over my mouth to muffle my ecstatic screams.
The release was so intense, two tears spilled down my temples.
He sucked my other nipple, and the waves returned, my core convulsing.
Rapture . . .
When I was spent, he released me and drew back on his knees. I struggled to catch my breath and marshal my thoughts—failed on both counts—so I gave him a tentative grin.
As his gaze swept over my body and then to my curling lips, he looked like he struggled with rage—with actual rage. Which couldn’t be right.
I scrambled up to kneel before him, my br**sts feeling so lush. My ni**les were damp and throbbing against his rock-hard torso. I whispered, “More.”
I could feel his body shaking. So why wasn’t he throwing me down, plunging inside me?
My hand tripped down his body. When I palmed his huge, hot cock, he made a growling sound. As I traced it with my fingers, I found the wet spot from his pre-cum, and shivered with want. “More.”