Four more quickfire smacks of the leather to my ass, and I find myself strangely turned on. He gives me four more strokes, and then he kicks my legs further apart.
Oh God, he hits me right on the pussy with it. Not hard at all. It doesn’t hurt in the slightest, but it’s like a light slapping against my most sensitive area. He grabs my hair in his other hand and fists. He pulls my head back, arching my back, making my breasts stick out.
“Look at yourself,” he commands.
I do as he says and am shocked by what I see. My face is so alive. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are bright. My breasts are thrust out toward the mirror, and my hair is a long, messy rope wrapped around Konstantin’s fist.
“You know, you can get butt plugs that have fake horse tails attached. I’d love to give you the crop again while you’re wearing one of those.”
I squeal because I can’t form coherent words, but I’m not sure I’d love it. It sounds a bit too much. He laughs, and it’s his real, joyful laugh, the one he so very rarely gives out. “Too much, baby, huh?”
I nod.
“Never mind. I’ll think of other things.”
I’m breathing rapidly as he returns to gentle strokes all along the inside of my thighs, and then four harder smacks to my ass before he throws the crop to one side, and comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around me, and I stare at us in the mirror.
His cock is against my entrance, and his arms are huge as they crisscross my chest. I look like I’m caged in by a big beast, and I love it.
God, am I sick? Weird?
“Want to fuck you bare,” he says.
“I’m on the pill,” I admit. “But I’ve not been tested. Although I’ve only been with two men, but Tim cheated on me…” I trail off. Shit, I might have something.
“Tomorrow, we both get tested,” he growls. “And no more talking about fucking Tim. I hate that he got to touch you before me. I hate that anyone did.”
“Okay, caveman.” I smile at him, but he scowls back. Damn, he means it.
“Come here,” he says as he turns me around and then hauls me up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, slapping my ass as he does so.
What the hell?
“Konstantin, this is a bit over the top. Put me down,” I demand.
“Your wish is my command,” he says as he drops me on the bed.
He climbs over me, his body dominating every inch of the space we occupy. Reaching over to the bedside drawer, he grabs a condom and rolls it down his length before lining himself up at my entrance.
He doesn’t take it easy this time. Instead, he pushes in slow for a moment, his eyes locked on mine as he sinks all the way in until he’s balls deep, making me cry out.
Hard lips find mine as he kisses me ferociously, and I arch up to return the kiss. I relish the velvet feel of his skin on mine as he thrusts into me hard and fast.
It doesn’t take long before I’m once more on the edge. He’s got me so wound up with the riding crop that I come embarrassingly quick the minute he circles my clit with his finger.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he comes too, fucking me hard and fast as he finds his release.
He rolls off me and to his side, then takes the condom off. For a moment I think he’s going to get straight up and get dressed for the day, but he doesn’t. He pulls me into him and kisses me, more languid and softer this time.
Our tongues dual lazily as I breathe in his now achingly familiar scent.
Can you fall in love in a matter of weeks?
If I am in love with him, how will I deal with it when he discards me the way he does all the women in his life?
His father left, and his mother died, and then so did his sister. I’m not as naïve as he thinks, and I know some things. I understand that people who go through tragedy have issues. Some search for belonging, too needy for their own good. I know this because I’m one of those people. Others, like Konstantin, they close themselves off. All the better to not get hurt again, or so they think.