The Bratva's Baby (Wicked Doms 1) - Page 52

I’ve begun to know what the fire in his eyes means. My nerves are alight with excitement as he prowls toward me and I step backward toward the bed.

“On your back on the bed,” he commands. “Keep your hands above your head, and do exactly what I say.”

I don’t have much of a choice, though my thoughts are confused and jumbled. His kindness toys with me, and when he divulges what’s on his mind, I feel as if he’s doing something he’s never done with anyone else. Or maybe it’s the romantic in me that wishes for it to be so. That somehow, I’m special to him.

I feel a tug on my neck when he lifts the chain and secures it to a hook on the headboard. Next, my wrists are suspended and secured so that they’re stretched far and immobile. Though it’s warm in here, I shiver, now that my body is stretched out and naked before him. What will he do? I suspect I know exactly what appetite he wants to fill. He hasn’t had sex with me, though, and he won’t rape me. What will he do?

“You are beautiful, Sadie,” Kazimir says, circling the bed and taking in every detail of my naked boy. “So beautiful, like a goddess sent to me from above.”

“I think there was some alcohol mixed into your drink,” I tell him, but his only response is a twitch of his lips.

“I want to taste you.”

My knees tremble, knowing now what he has planned for me. He takes his place at the foot of the bed and gently pries my knees apart. “Let them fall open,” he says. “Close your eyes. Pay attention to your body, especially how you feel before you climax. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” I say. And I try to do what he says, but the tension in my body makes me clamp my legs together.

He gives me a hard pinch. I squeal and drop my thighs apart, just before he lowers his head between my legs. My cheeks flame with embarrassment, my pulse quickening. He’s so close to my private parts that I tremble in anticipation. Before, he told me pleasure like this was too intense, so I fear this. My body remembers his mouth, his touch, and the bliss he brought me, even as my backside aches from the spanking he gave me, my neck sore from the heaviness of the chain and collar.

Whiskery kisses flutter along the sensitive skin between my thighs. I whimper when I feel my body rising to meet his. My breasts swell and tingle, and the throb of need between my legs intensifies. I shiver when his warm, wet tongue trails up and down my inner thighs, and he nips his way with little grazes of his teeth. Large, rough hands part my knees further so I feel the pull along my muscles.

“I’m going to eat out this pretty pussy,” he says. “Again and again and again. I want the taste of you on my lips tonight and the memory of the pleasure I brought you burned into your memory. Until you are so intimately acquainted with climax, you know when to beg for permission. Until the very thought of displeasing me and being denied the pleasure I can grant you makes you tremble.” He continues speaking but it’s in Russian, so I have no idea what he says. And now, I don’t care, I’m so intent on having him relieve the pressure between my legs.

Placing a warm, tender kiss between my legs, I throb with need before he glides his tongue through my folds. I keen with the intensity of his mouth, already so close to the bliss I chase. Over and over he laps and suckles my clit, taking his time with the tip of his tongue at my entrance, teasing and probing, before he swipes pleasure through me once more. I buck beneath him, so tense on the cusp of pleasure. This. This is what it feels like before I explode.

Heat flares between my legs as he eases me to orgasm with gentle yet firm strokes of his tongue. I climax so hard I close my eyes, light flashing behind my eyelids. I can’t breathe or speak, bliss consuming my entire being, and just as I reach the pinnacle of this orgasm, a second, more powerful one builds on the first. I fall to the bed a split second before I’m rising again, spasming against his mouth.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his heated breath tickling my sensitive parts. Finally, I collapse on the bed, but my eyes fly open with the zip and whir of his zipper. I watch with sex-sated eyes as he fists his cock in his hand. It surprises me that my body feels empty, as if I need him to fill me. With his gaze fixed on me, he tugs his cock, harder and faster, until he throws back his head with a roar, his seed spilling on my naked belly and breasts.

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