The Master (The Game Maker 2)

I sensed, with a sick feeling in my chest, that Sevastyan was the only man who could make me feel this passion and intensity. In my limited time with him, maybe I should ignore his dickish comments and explore my sexuality? Experience as much of his heart-stopping eroticism as I could?

To last a lifetime.

After washing off, I returned. He was on the bed, gloriously naked, with a shiny metal contraption in his hands. "You touched yourself against my command, and you came without permission."

I swallowed. "What is that?"

"Your descent into BDSM."

I backed up a step. "You're going to hurt me."

That angered him. "I am not a man who would ever hurt a woman." "Then what is that?"

He rose, stalking closer. "It's a chastity belt. To keep you from coming."

"Are you joking?" How archaic! "You just had that lying around?"

"Hardly. I couldn't have cared less if a partner got off or not. Plus, I never would've been around one long enough for it to matter."

The glimmering metal captivated my eyes. "Where did you get it?" And why couldn't I look away? Intrigante. So intriguing.

"From the maker. A rush order."

"Why me?"

"Because I own your body now. I bought it, and I'm owed it for what you did. I want control over it."

My back met the wall. "You mean control over my sexuality."

He planted a hand above my head, leaning in. "Yes." I was about to tell him where he could shove that belt, when he said, "It's only fair since you control me to this degree."

"What are you talking about?"

"You make me hard at a glance and have me dripping pre-cum like a randy lad, though I never did before. You do this to me. Minutes ago, I shot down your throat till my eyes rolled back in my head, and yet . . ." He jerked his chin at his rebounding erection. "Why would I not want to control you in turn?"

My lips parted at his admission. I was affecting him like this. Me. A man of his experience, who'd known so many women all over the world, found something special in me.

Just as I did him.

"I'm going to put this on you, and you're going to like it." The wicked promise in his eyes made my heart race with excitement. He sounded so confident, as if he knew something about me--something that I didn't.

After a hasty risk/reward assessment, I decided to try it for a bit. I could always take it off.

"Spread for me, dushen'ka," he said, reading me so well.

As I stared up at his face, I found myself spreading my legs.

The strap he ran between my thighs was wider in the front, tapering to a G-string in the back. Cushioned on the inside with inflexible metal on the outside, the belt fitted over my clit, leaving part of my lips exposed, then slipped between my cheeks. Both ends of the strap fastened into a circle of metal around my waist. I was surprised by how tight it was, by how seamlessly it fit me.

He jostled the belt to make sure I couldn't get out of it. Before I could protest, he'd secured a small padlock on the side.

"You devil, you didn't tell me it'd lock!"

"And I keep the key." He looped a thin leather lead around his neck, a key dangling over his chest.

I sucked in a breath, rocked by how sexy I found the lock and key. It was like an erotic locket for two that intertwined when put together.

Suddenly I needed to come like crazy. With access to my clit barred, all my thoughts instantly focused on that area of my body.

"I own every one of your orgasms, Katya. I'll bestow them upon you as I please." He returned to the bed, to my bed, then stretched out beneath the duvet.

"You're sleeping the night with me?"

Without opening his eyes, he said, "That is non-negotiable."

"I'm supposed to keep this on till morning?"

"If you want me to remove it, I'm sure you'll figure out a way to convince me." With a laugh, he said, "Sleep well."

CHAPTER 17

Once his breaths grew deep and even--insomnia, my ass--I cupped my palms over the front of the belt and rocked, desperate for friction. I felt only a slight increase in pressure, not nearly enough to come.

Heat emanated from his body, his scent intoxicating me. And that leather lead around his neck got me so horny, my pussy quivered in its cage. This--is--agony! I turned over on my front, grinding the mattress, stifling a moan.

When I finally passed out in frustrated exhaustion, sizzling dreams of the Russian tormented me even more. I kept seeing the lost look in his eyes when he'd licked me for the first time. Kept hearing his husky words of praise when I'd taken his length so deep.

I woke after dawn with my clit throbbing, my nipples like arrow-points against the sheet. And a bounty of a man was right beside me. Nearly six and a half feet of muscle and power and latent sexuality.

Over the night, he'd turned on his front, drawing a knee up. Biting my bottom lip, I tugged the duvet off him. As predicted, I was growing used to the scars on his back, but not the rest of him. I moaned at the sight of his ass, those rigid muscles with sharp indentations on the sides. He lay so his shaft pointed back. His heavy testicles looked warm and relaxed.

Mouthwatering. I'd wondered if I should experience as much of him as possible. Seeing him like this, I found the answer so obvious. Of course I would. Why was there ever even a question?

I slipped between his legs. Laying my palms on his ass, I dipped down to drag my tongue over the firm head of his cock. He awakened with a groan. The slit beaded pre-cum, so I lapped it up. Another bead appeared; mas para mi.

His dick hardened until he had to turn over. "I can't tell which of your personalities I like better--the fiery Cat who comes out claws bared, or my sweet Katya, who steals between my legs so she can lap at my cock for a treat."

I rose up on my knees, shamelessly fondling my breasts. "I can't take much more of this, Maxim."

"Then, congratulations, your tongue enticed me to free you." He removed his key, unlocking me with such carnal anticipation, I gasped. I might have been willing to suffer all these hours again just to see that primal, masculine look. By the time he'd unstrapped me, I thrummed with need.

He lay back once more, his expression filled with intent. "Ride me." The Russian looked very focused on what he was after.

I sighed with relief. Happily. But when I moved to straddle his cock, he said, "I can't be inside you yet. You're not to have more of my 'vigorous' fucking until tonight."

The doctor had told him that? So what was I supposed to ride?

He seized my hips and pulled me to straddle his face.

"Oh!"

He reached up to cover my breasts with his big hands, fingers pinching my sensitive nipples. "Show me where you ache."

With a whimper, my hands dipped, and I spread my pussy above his mouth. This was part of my punishment for "deceiving" him? Mas, gracias.

Running his face against my thighs, he abraded me with his morning stubble. He moved my fingers, replacing them with his own.

He opened me wide. I felt his hungry gaze inside me. "You ache here?" He licked the rim of my entrance.

I almost went off. "Ah! Yes, Ruso! Mmm!" I moaned ag

ainst the back of my hand.

"What about here?" His strong tongue snaked over my throbbing clitoris.

"Oh--Dios--mio!" I arched my back.

He paused, seeming to make a decision. Without warning, he suckled my clit between his lips.

My eyes flashed open in surprise, my lungs emptying on a scream. "Maxim! I'm coming!" In total abandon, I gripped his hair as he tugged at my bud, sucking me off. His mouth was merciless. After a night of torture, I mindlessly writhed atop his face.

Over and over and over.

Once he'd wrung every moan from me, I tried to rise, but he held me fast and licked at my orgasm.

"No, let me go!" My thighs trembled around his head as he feasted. "Too much!"

He ignored my cries. As if he were in an agony of pleasure, his eyes closed, a growl sounding from his chest. Then he set in with a frenzy, forcing me toward another climax. A graze of his teeth . . .

"Too much!" I clawed at the headboard, struggling to escape.

His brawny arms curled over my thighs and clamped me against him. Once he'd locked my pussy to his mouth, he stiffened his tongue--and fucked me with it.

"Ahh!" Helpless, I surrendered, settling my entrance over his mouth to take his hot tongue-fucking. His arms clenched my thighs too hard, as if he'd forgotten himself. The idea that he couldn't control his reaction to me only ratcheted up my need.

"You're going to make me come again, Ruso. Can't stop it." Sensations inundated me. The rumble of his growl against my pussy. His forceful tongue breaching my core over and over. The bite of his stubble against my vulnerable lips. "Make me come, make me . . . want it so MUCH!"

Even more powerful than the first, this climax overwhelmed me. I clasped his face as I melted against his tongue, grinding my flesh against it.

Once the tremors ebbed, I begged, "Please, Maxim, no more. Por favor."

He released me. Boneless, I tumbled over to my side.

With heaving breaths, he rocked his hips, his rampant cock thrusting at air. "You wanted to watch me?" He took that veined shaft in his fist and began to masturbate it. Licking his lips for my taste, he jacked himself, his biceps bulging, his heavy balls bouncing with each stroke.

I curled up next to him, my face on his torso for front-row viewing. I'd never seen a man masturbate to orgasm before.

As he neared the edge, his knees drew up. His torso muscles rippled under his sweat dampened skin. "Unless you want me . . . to come on you . . . slide your mouth over my cockhead."