The Master (The Game Maker 2)

"Look at your excitement. For my Katya, snow trumps a private jet. Horseback riding trumps jewelry. Singular creature."

Pleasure still coursed through me whenever he called me his Katya.

"I don't know how to ride, but I don't care." Laughing, I said, "Shove a helmet on me, Ruso--let's do this."

He was grinning. "We will go together. They ride Western here, so I'll put you in my saddle."

"Where are we headed? To an igloo? To the North Pole? To a place where St. Bernards serve brandy?"

He laughed, looping an arm around my waist. "Not far. I'll give you a taste, or else your thighs will be sore all weekend."

I quirked my brows. "Don't hold back on my account. I've been riding you like Seabiscuit at least twice a day for over a week."

The stable hand, a bearded older man, chose that moment to appear.

He cleared his throat, even more red-faced than I was. Oh, but he was leading the most striking chestnut horse! "What's her name?" I crossed to pet her.

The man said, "Chestnut, ma'am."

"Of course!" Love!

Maxim talked with the guy about the trail and some sights; I wasn't listening, too busy petting the horse and crooning to her: "Poni bonita. Mi yegua castana. Yeguita . . ." Pretty pony. My chestnut mare. Horsey.

Maxim turned to me. "Are you ready?" He grabbed my waist. "Up you go." He lifted me, helping me into the saddle (which felt much higher up than I would've expected!), then mounted right behind me. Snug fit.

He put his arms around me, grasping the reins. With a click of his tongue, we started from the stable. I was officially riding a horse! I savored the scents--Maxim's sandalwood, the leather of the saddle, the new-to-me smell of horsehair.

He directed Chestnut along a path, leading even deeper into the forest.

I stroked the horse's mane, telling Maxim, "You're really comfortable with this."

"She's a very gentle mare for a leisurely ride. At my estate in Russia, I have a stable full of spirited mounts. There are many horses to pet."

Why tell me things like that? "And you have a closet full of blow-up dolls--by your own admission. Pervertido."

He nipped my ear. "Smart-ass."

"I can't believe I'm on a horse. In Jack Frost's hood."

"You could almost make me enjoy winter again," Maxim said. "Horseback riding and snow, two firsts of yours I get to claim. You claimed another of mine earlier."

"How?"

"I was about to fight a stranger over a woman. I was very jealous when those men ogled you. I've never known jealousy like I continue to feel over you."

My toes curled in my snow boots. "They look at every girl they pass the same way."

"Not like that. And they have no idea what you're like. If others knew the pleasure you bring a man, I'd spend all my days fighting over you."

I was glad he couldn't see the wide grin that spread over my face. "Well, I'm sure you're going to be very popular with the women this weekend."

"I'll smile at them, and you'll see how it's different from how I smile at you."

When a deer bounded across the path, I cried, "Oh, look! Admit it, you paid to have that deer run in front of us. Come clean."

Sounding furious, he said, "I cued the deer ten minutes ago. What kind of outfit are they running?"

I burst out laughing, sinking back against him.

"I like hearing that sound. You laugh like you do everything else--wholeheartedly." He rested one of his gloved hands high on my thigh, and I could have sworn the heat of his palm burned through our layers.

I was growing aroused for him, though this was not the time or the place. We were horseback riding! In snow! I adjusted my seat, which made it worse.

Yet then he tucked me even closer to him, and I felt the unmistakable outline of his erection.

"Ohhh." I was about to schedule un cafecito for when we returned, but we emerged from the trees, coming upon a covered bridge. I'd never seen one up close. "Lindisimo! So cute!" The structure was small and narrow, stretching over a frozen creek. The roof had a coating of snow atop it, and the walls were roughhewn. "This is like a ride at Disney World! Are we going inside?"

"We should take a break. Get out of the wind."

"What wind?"

"Work with me."

"Ah! I'm freezing." I leaned forward, wriggling my ass against the ridge of his dick. "Must go . . . inside for . . . warmth."

He snatched me hard against him, grinding me. "Little witch. That's the last time you'll tease me before I fuck you."

The horse's hooves clipped over the wood, echoing in the enclosed space. Halfway through, Maxim hastily dismounted and tethered Chestnut, then held his hands up for me. As he lowered me, he clamped me close to him. His lips covered mine, cool compared to his flicking tongue and the breaths we shared.

Only when I moaned did he set me down and release me. With that intent look in his eyes, he removed his gloves.

"Aqui, mi amor? In front of Chestnut?"

He peeled down my pants and thong to my upper thighs. "Here." He turned me toward the wall.

I heard his zipper going down, and my body grew even wetter with anticipation. I spread my legs as much as I could.

He covered me, bending down to wedge his cock against my entrance. When he straightened his legs, his shaft surged upward into my wetness. "Unh. My Katya's always ready for me."

He drove me up on my toes. "You devil, you make me this way!"

"I'm the only one who gets to." As he thrust, his bare hand cupped my mons. When he covered my lips, his cock moved between his fingers. "This is mine." He jostled me, and I whimpered. "It belongs to me." His grip was like iron, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit. "I own this. I own you."

Possessive, primal.

I melted for him.

As he worked my body with short snaps of his hips and that hot, possessive hand, he nuzzled my ear. "If I were a cunning man, I would've trapped you with my child." His other hand flattened over my belly. "I imagined it. You big with my babe. These breasts full of milk." He squeezed one, then the other. "My cock grew so stiff, I came in three strokes."

"Maxim!" He'd masturbated to that fantasy about me? The mere idea made my sheath tighten around his length. "Dios mio, Dios mio." With a cry, I ground my clit against his iron grip.

He bucked into me and jostled that maddening hold on my pussy. "You're close, aren't you? I want you to come hard for me."

He removed that palm--"No! I need that, Maxim!"--only to return it with a cupped slap.

"Oh. My. God!"

"There you go. . . . That's it, baby. I can feel your wet pussy readying." SLAP.

The sound echoed around us as I tumbled over the edge. As heart-stopping pleasure coursed through my veins, I drew a breath, needing to scream lungfuls.

He put his other hand over my mouth. "Scream for your man."

I did. Again and again and again.

"Greedy as ever!" He fucked harder and harder, shafting me with savage, animalistic thrusts.

He yanked up my scarf to bare my neck. A bite at my nape made my eyes roll back in my head. Right when I felt his heat spurting inside me, he snarled against my skin, "Belong to me!"

Violent shudders wracked his massive body. One after another. Until he'd spent all his cum in me. . . .

With a last groan, he lowered his forehead to rest atop my head. He lazily stirred himself in our wetness, wrapping both arms around me. He squeezed me hard, but I loved it.

Slowly we caught our breath. "En un sueno."

"A dream?" Nuzzling my ear again, he murmured, "You're falling for me."

My core quivered around his semihard shaft.

A low laugh. "You can't hide that, can you? What are we going to do about this?" He'd said nothing about his own feelings.

I swallowed. "Get through this weekend?"

"Then we'll have a long talk. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Wait, what was I agreeing to? My head was still in the clouds.

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"This is going to pain me, but I suppose we can't be late for the festivities." With another groan, he pulled out.

A shock of cold hit my pussy and ass. "Oh! Oh!" His damp dick must be freezing, but he sweetly tugged my ski pants and thong up before tucking himself back in.

He gave me a swat on my ass. I swatted his in return. He helped me into the saddle, mounting behind me. When his arms wrapped around me again, I lazed back, sighing in contentment. "Me podria acostumbrar a ti." I could get used to you.

"This is why I'm in such a hurry to learn your language. You speak Spanish in my ear during and after sex."

And he spoke maddening Russian.

"Even when you sleep, you murmur in Spanish."