How the fuck could she possibly know? “Of course, this is not because of Mishka. I told you, no woman forces me to do anything I do not want to do. Once you meet Christina, you will understand.”
“Okay, okay, just making sure. This happened kind of fast. And I just...never mind. I’m happy for you, me and Gemma are really thrilled. We can’t wait to meet her.”
“Good night. Hannah.”
“Night.”
Christina is already in bed, and the witch is naked, sitting up leaning against the white upholstered headboard. The contrast of the white surface to her glowing skin is magnetic. Tilting her head, she welcomes my kiss with a moan of my name. The sound goes straight to my cock. Every time I hear it, I need more.
A small hand caresses my chest, reminding me of her enjoyment yesterday when I allowed her to make a thorough study of my body. For the first time I was proud of my body, at the way she ran her fingers over me with appreciation, then her tongue with soft, erotic moans.
Pulling away is agony. Grasping her hand, I press a kiss to it. “No, love, you need to rest. Your body still needs to recover. I came in to change. I will be next door.”
Usually, I sleep naked. However, tonight I will require assistance to keep my cock down. Ignoring her frown, I go into my walk-in closet. I had Lilly air out the guest bedroom for me to sleep in tonight. I’m down to my boxers when she appears.
“Ivan, what the hell?”
Damn it, she’s naked and I cannot hide how hard it makes me.
“I swear it’s like you’re trying to piss me off. What am I even doing here if you are going to sleep in another room? I’m fine. I swear, please don’t sleep anywhere else.”
I back away as the witch reaches for my cock. I cannot think when she does that. The skill of her mouth after only a few guided lessons, combined with her greedy joy in taking me into her mouth, is nothing short of stunning.
Her smile is sly, knowing. “You know what? It’s fine, I get it. Men of a certain age have a hard time...or maybe not hard—anyway. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. All you had to do was say you had a headache or something.”
I have no control of the growl that leaves my throat. How the fuck does she do this to me? Make me a fucking animal. I am not nor have I ever been this way with any woman. They barely inspired lust; all I needed was a release from them.
Christina unleashes something in me I do not recognize. Even my need to control is heightened beyond my previous limits. In the past, control over a woman increased my pleasure; it was not necessary, but the release was greater when the woman welcomed it. Not every woman did and I always respected their wishes. It was always the last time I fucked them, but in the moment what they wanted was what I gave them.
Once, long ago, I made a brief appearance into the lifestyle of control and submission, yet it was far more complex than I required. I found it more annoying than erotic. There were far more woman in the everyday who loved the slight control I needed. Yet with Christina, seeing her glory in it... Christ, I will never not get hard at it.
My hand around her throat has her sinking against me with a groan. “You test my limits again and again. You tease me when it is unwise to do so.”
I walk her, not gently in the slightest, to the mirror lining one wall. Turning her to face her reflection, I keep my grip tight on her throat. Lowering my lips to her ear, I ignore her gasp and the scent of her wet pussy flooding the air around us.
Fucking hell, it goes straight to my cock. The greedy bastard jumps, demanding to be inside her. Thank fuck for the cool tightness of the silk boxers restraining me.
“If you are lying to me, I will know. You cannot hide anything from me. You are saying you are not sore, that if I fuck you, I will not hurt you. I told you no one hurts you, not even me. If I detect you are too sore to be fucked, then I will spank the fuck out of you and you will not like this punishment. It will be the tip of the iceberg for once you are able to take my cock again.
“Last chance to tell the truth. Do you go back to bed alone for one night, or do I test your words for the truth: that if I fuck you, I will not cause you pain?”
Her throat works beneath my fingers. Holy hell, her pussy overflows down her inner thighs. My hand clenches around her throat in reaction. She better not be lying, because fuck me I need to taste her pussy.
“I’m not lying. Please, Ivan,” she pleads.
Taking a deep breath, I let go of her throat. I bite back a chuckle as she falls against me. Dazed, her eyes meet mine in the mirror. Catching her wrists, I raise them over her head and around my neck. She clings to me, fine shivers running through her. Her whole body is open, displayed to me, perfect.
I could come from simply looking at her body. Trailing my hands down her arms, savoring her soft, silky skin beneath my fingertips. She sighs as her hands go into my hair. I slap the swollen mound of her pussy; already her sex is hot and swollen, preparing for my cock.
“Eyes open, on me.”
She yelps, her eyes meet mine in the mirror. Then she tries to grind her ass against me. I kick a foot between her legs, forcing her open wider. I am determined to know for sure. As badly as I want her, I will not take my pleasure and leave her in pain. The idea of her in pain softens my cock; it will not happen, no matter how much she begs.
Her eyes are wide open, pleading with me. I cup a full, heavy breast in each hand. Their weight is infinitely precious as they swell, her sweet cotton candy nipples tight with need. Running my finger around a nipple, lightly teasing her, I study her body. She tries to move against me.
“Behave, love, do not make this last longer than it has to.”
I slowly apply more pressure in my touch. No pain in her eyes, just lust. Carefully, I twist and toy with each nipple, tugging and teasing until I am satisfied it does not pain her.