cock dripped precum in slick strands, and I wanted him in my mouth, in my pussy, all over my body.
Behind me, Arkady paddled my buttocks one last time before I heard the weapon clatter to the floor. His large hands grasped my hips, pulling my bottom out as far as possible.
“You’re on birth control?” The throaty growl came right beside my ear.
Now I knew he intended to give me the greatest release of all. “Yes! You know I am!”
“That is good.”
He touched me with a final gentle caress then robbed me of all breath when he slammed the entire length of his cock up into my convulsing sex.
“Blyad.” He grunted and cursed, rutting into me like an animal mounting its mate.
There was no other way to describe the deep jolting strokes of that hugely hard male organ.
His cock was so hot, so hard thrusting in and out of me.
I could not move.
I climaxed wildly, and he gripped my hair in a fist, hauling my neck back.
“That’s it. Squeeze my cock with that wet cunt.” His filthy claim drove even hotter pleasure through me.
We were sweaty and wet, and he just kept fucking me with the fury of a demon.
Then he stopped abruptly, pulling out, and I sobbed in hot protest.
He growled, hands roving up my front to crudely fondle my breasts again.
A second later, Arkady began unbuckling the straps holding me in place with viciously impatient jerks.
“What are you doing?” I tried to catch his gaze. “Don’t stop!”
“Not stopping. Want you on the bed.” He bit my neck, and I shuddered.
He kissed the mark, his hunger paramount.
“Want to see your face and feel all of you when I fill you with my cum.”
I howled even louder. “Oh god!”
17
Arkady
AS MUCH AS I wanted to keep nailing Lucia, literally, to the cross, I was too close to coming. I wanted more. I wanted all of her. And I needed her on the bed, beneath me, rising up to meet each of my thrusts.
I’d very nearly lost control, stretching her arms up and her legs out and locking her into place on the St. Andrews cross.
Striking her with the custom-made paddles brought a whole new level of darkly burning lust to the game, which wasn’t a game anymore.
Not with Lucia.
Not with every unfiltered moan torn from her throat or her undeniable reaction to each blow I meted upon her lush body.
The Cyrillic words carved into the paddles had risen on her golden flesh. And, forced through the bars of the cross, her tits thrust out in a lewd display, nipples so swollen I’d had to touch her. Needed to put my mouth all over those hot buds.
With her moaning in ever more needy tones and my cock throbbing with such a desperate ache, I’d finally plowed into her.
I’d slammed inside of her from behind, riding her fine body with heat boiling in my balls through each deep stroke.
When I pulled out, she howled, “Don’t stop. Please, Arkady.”
My face contorted and, after releasing her from the restraints, I hauled her into my arms.
My mouth crashed over hers. I viciously claimed her lips, rippling my tongue against hers and groaning when her hands roamed up to my shoulders. Then I licked across her cheek to take her earlobe between my teeth. Clutching her heated ass, I tugged her head back with her hair wrapped around my wrist.
“Greedy wench,” I husked out. “You’ve already come once.”
Every time I muttered something filthy to her, she panted even harder, got even hotter.
I walked her to the mirror so she could observe what a wanton woman she’d become at my hands.
Her dazed eyes widened then fell to half mast, tits heaving, body shiny, areolae engorged, the tuft of hair above her gash wet . . .
And now she could see what I’d done to her. I spun her to the side, showing her the markings from the paddles emblazoned on her skin in full explicit view.
Moya pizda.
She ran one slender hand over her luscious rump, moaning as her eyes darted to mine.
I drew her mouth to mine with one knuckle beneath her chin and murmured, “My cunt.”
Our lips met again, fevered bolts of lust binding us together.
After carrying her to the bed, I lowered her in the middle.
I stood there, watching, muscles flexed, cock wet, hard, and hungry . . . and the fiery look in her gold-brown eyes demanding.
She lay in all her glory, her long black hair fanned out, and I climbed onto the bed then crawled