The Enforcer (Chicago Bratva #3) - Renee Rose Page 0,30

I come. Hot, quick bursts of pleasure like popcorn explosions go off in my core. I see stars.

I reach my hand back to protect my ass from any further spanks, and Oleg instantly folds it behind my back like I’m his prisoner and massages my punished flesh with rough squeezes. His other hand still works between my legs, fingers slowly plunging in and out as I grind down into the cup of his hand.

Oleg

I slip my fingers out of Story. My lips find her jaw, drag back to her ear, leaving a trail of hot kisses against her smooth skin. I breathe in her sweet, vanilla scent. My shalun'ya loved her spanking. Her juices coat my fingers, her pulse beneath my lips still hectic. I wish I’d paid more attention to the discussions in the living room about whipping women.

Ravil met his wife Lucy at some private club in D.C. where he did such a thing to her. And last month, Pavel consensually enslaved a friend of Sasha’s after dominating her at the sister club in Los Angeles. He spends his nights demanding her sexual obedience via videoconference every night and flies out there to tie her up and hurt her in person every weekend. That’s already more than I wanted to know. I didn’t listen to the banter because picturing my roommates having kinky sex isn’t how I want to spend my time.

Now, though I wish I knew more nuances. I keep slowly running my middle finger through her plump, slick flesh. Everytime I circle her clit, she comes again—an aftershock that makes her muscles squeeze and lift and her breath catch.

Does she want my cock? What part of this did she like? The pain or dominance? Maybe not the pain because she covered her ass at the end like it was too much. I test my theory and use her wrists behind her back to maneuver her to the bed.

She goes easily. Willingly. Docilely. She wants more.

At least I think so. I sit on the edge of the bed and stand her between my knees. My cock strains to get out of my jeans. I rid her of the panties still tangled around her thighs. Her cheeks are high with color, her eyes glassy.

I tug downward on her hips, and she follows the command, dropping to her knees. She reaches for my cock, but I catch her hands and place them on top of her head, causing her breasts to lift and separate. Her nipples are hard and thick. I lean forward to use my lips on it. I’m able to make light suction with them. I sweep my finger inside my mouth to gather saliva and paint it around her nipple.

She lets out a little moan. “This is… hot.” Her voice is rusty. I squeeze her ass and cock my head to the side to ask her to go on. “I like when you go Big Daddy on me. So much.” Her head drops back when I move my mouth to the other nipple. “I didn’t even know what I was missing. But now…” She licks her lips, making my dick leap against the zipper. She drops her gaze to it and lifts to meet mine again. “I think you may have ruined regular sex for me.”

Aw, fuck. I release my erection.

She reaches for it, but once again, I stay her hands, this time bending them behind her back again. I cup the back of her head and guide her gorgeous mouth down to slide over my cock.

I nearly come the minute she takes me. Hot. Wet. Lush. Her mouth is delicious. It’s everything I can do not to thrust my very proportionate cock down her delicate throat.

She seems to love her position—being held pseudo-captive by me. Being pretend-forced to give me oral. She bobs her head over my cock enthusiastically, using her tongue to sweep up the underside, to lick around the head. She covers her teeth with her lips and bobs up and down over the head in short, quick movements.

My fingers wrap into her pale champagne blonde hair, tightening with the pleasure.

It kills me that I don’t have a tongue to return the favor. If I did, I would never let her suck my cock unless she was sitting on my face. I would always want to make her come first. Come hardest. Loudest.

My sweet lastochka.

I want to come, but I’d rather save it all for Story’s pleasure, so I stop her, gently tugging