He just loved me too much to let me get hurt.
And I loved him too much to fight that.
“Mysh?”
“I think you would be a great teacher. I wasn’t doing much with my men anyway. It was on a very low level. Hobby-gangstering, at best.”
“Hobby-gangstering?” He chuckled. “But to the world, you are me. When you speak, it will be as if they are my words. That’s how people here will see it. That’s what you can never forget. So, you should know what I would say first, before you get to the point of talking.”
“Okay. And, I’ll be careful with my words and what I do.”
“Good.”
Okay. Now fuck me.
But my lion had more to say. “I was told that you’ve been fighting with your men.”
I held in my groan.
You’ve been told? Or you have people watching me? Naughty lion.
“Mysh?”
“I’m not fighting my men. I’m training with them.”
“For what?”
“Because it’s fun.”
“Good.”
“Good?” I asked.
“So, the fighting will stop,” he declared.
“It won’t. I like learning how to fight.”
“You already know.”
“But I could learn much more.”
“Then, I’ll teach you that too.”
“You can’t do it all, Kaz.”
“Watch me.”
I let out a long sigh.
“It appears we came to an agreement.”
I grinned. “Have we?”
“We have.” He gave me a soft kiss.
I tried to suck on his lip. He moved that lovely face away.
“Come here,” I whispered. “Stop teasing me.”
“There’s more to discuss.”
I shook my head. “What else does my stubborn lion have to say?”
“You’re smart.” He touched my leg. “But do you know why I’ve tied you up?”
I didn’t say anything.
“You do, don’t you?” His hands caressed my thighs. “Tell me.”
The obvious answer would’ve been he probably liked to tie women up. It was why most men did it. I had no problem with the bondage thing, if it was only him tying me. With Kazimir, I knew he would never hurt me. I believed it deep down in my soul.
But Kazimir didn’t tie me up for an obvious reason. He was a man of complications. The red ribbons weren’t all about sex. In some ways, they represented blood. In other ways, love. But, most important, the binding served as the true symbol.
“Mysh.”
“You tied me up because you want me to know I’m trapped to you.” I felt a ribbon slide against my ankles as he began to bind my legs. My muscles tightened in response.
Kaz won’t hurt me. Relax.
My bottom lip quivered as I swallowed my fear. “This is a metaphor for us.”
I stood perfectly still while he tied my ankles as he had my wrists. Each satin loop bound me tighter and tighter. I would be forced to stand there until Kaz saw fit to lift me down and cut the ribbons. There would be no hopping off the pedestal. No running away.
When he finished, he whispered from behind, “I don’t want to share you, not with the world, not with your men. Not with anyone.”
“You’ll never have to share me.”
“Good. It’ll be safer that way.” Kazimir pulled me closer to him. Tangled up in the satin ribbons, I could only move his way.
His breath warmed my neck as he flicked his tongue beneath my ear. I couldn’t control my arching back. Hot sensations hit my pleasure spots. My knees buckled, but Kazimir caught me with one arm.
In Russian, I whispered, “Fuck me.”
“Tell me more in my language.”
“I need you.”
He groaned.
“Give me that cock now.” I tried to lean further into his touch. “Are you a man or a lion?”
“Lev.” Kazimir’s growl went straight to my core. My sex clenched, yearning for him to be inside me.
I switched to English. “Show me.”
His arms closed around me as he kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear. “How wet are you?”
“Find out.”
A dark chuckle left him as he slid his hands to my pussy and slipped them between my folds. A lusty shiver possessed my body. I leaned back against him as he toyed with my clit. Tied up and in his control, I was grateful for any touch, and those fingers on my throbbing bud would get me to an orgasm soon. I’d been waiting too long.
I tried to draw a deep breath. My heart shifted to racing.
“So wet.” He kissed my neck before biting down.
“Kaz…”
Tenderness rode his tone like a physical caress. “Tell me, if you want me to stop.”
“I won’t.”
He moved one of his arms from around me. Next, his cock slid to the curve of my ass. He spread my ass cheeks with the tip and then pressed the mushroomed head along my anus. Somewhere between the time he’d walked away, he’d oiled his cock. Now it was warm and lubed, sliding along the hole, taunting and teasing.
In his other hand, he brought something warm and slippery to my clit. As soon as I was about to ask what it was, a humming sound came, and then lovely vibrations caressed the greedy bud.