Dirty Obsessions - The Lion and The Mouse

He frowned. “This also means that you can’t walk away.”

“You told me this was forever, Misha. Even though you said it while smacking my ass, I believed you.” I looked away. “I. . .I want that too.”

He captured my chin and brought my view back to him. “Promise me that as I show you more of me, you’ll let me know if I’m scaring you.”

I knew that he killed when he felt it was necessary and he could close a whole country if it suited him. What more could terrify me?

With an intense gaze, he whispered, “Promise me, Ava.”

“I promise.”

Misha kissed me. I fell into his warmth, needing it more than I realized. Danger surrounded us. He’d now taken me underground and into a strange new world. All I could do was put my faith in him and hope for the best.

I had no time to think more on that. Soon Misha had me on the bed. Frantic, we both panted between kisses and yanked at our clothes as if we were teenagers finally getting a moment alone to express our horny desires.

“I’ll always keep you safe.” He had my shirt up and one of my breasts popped out of my bra. “Forever.”

He lapped at the nipple.

Moaning, I arched into him.

“Be patient with me, Ava.” He lapped at the hungry point again. “I won’t have you hidden from the world for too long.”

“I know you won’t.” Unable to touch him like I craved, I tried to roll him over so I could be on top. But his body represented a brick wall of muscle. He couldn’t be moved unless he desired to.

He sucked on my nipple and pulled the other breast out.

“Misha turn over. I want to ride you tonight.”

“Hmmm. But the question is. . .should I let you?”

“Yes.”

He brushed his mouth against my nipple. “You have too much control when you ride my cock. I don’t like it.”

I giggled. “Why not?”

“When it comes to the bedroom, I’m the only one in control.”

“If you have to say so, then you’re not.”

“See. You’re always taunting me.” He spread my legs. “I believe you do this intentionally.”

“I don’t.”

“You do. You love it when I dominate you.”

“Do you really dominate me?”

Grunting, he released my body and rose, hovering over me. “You’re not sure?”

I bit my lip.

Fast, he unbuttoned his shirt but didn’t take it off. The flaps dangled on his side. He undid his belt and pulled it out of the pants loops. “Take off your clothes. Now.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll tear them off.” He folded the belt around his hand. “You must not like those jeans or shirt.”

“What are you going to do with that belt?”

“Whip you until you have respect for my cock.”

“You are not whipping me with that belt!”

He unbuttoned his pants, lowered them, and pulled out his cock. His thick length hung between his muscled thighs. “I’m not?”

“You. Are. Not.” Smirking, I undressed and threw my jeans, shirt, and bra onto the floor.

When I reached for my panties, he shook his head. “No. I’ll take care of that. Get on your hands and knees.”

A shiver of delight spread across me. I did as he told me. In the end, he was right. I loved to taunt Misha. In public, he presented a very strait-laced and conservative persona. In the bedroom, it was the complete opposite. He was a wild dominating beast, constantly losing control and squirting cum all over me. And I loved this ferocious part of him. All the savage passion and lustful madness.

Eager, I balanced on my hands and knees, pushing my behind in the air.

Grunting, he lightly tapped my ass with the belt.

I jerked in surprise. And then in true Misha fashion, he ripped my panties away and flung the torn fabric towards the floor. “Close your eyes.”

Panting, I did as he requested.

The next moment, warm leather slipped along my pussy and then up between my buttocks. I moved back, wanting more.

“No.” He tapped me with the belt. “Stay still.”

A tiny sting hit my flesh, delivering more pleasure than pain.

“Hmmm.” He groaned. “Let’s have some fun.”Chapter 12

Misha

Every cell within me yearned to smack her ass hard with this belt. If only to prove that I could. If only to show her how much I controlled her body.

In the end, it was all unnecessary. She was the only one who held control, whether she knew this or not.

Whenever I was around Ava, my cock grew painfully erect. It was one of the consequences of being with my beautiful ballerina. She brought out the lewdest parts of me. It didn’t matter what went on around us. I always craved to be buried inside of her. What was it that shoved me into insanity? Was it the beauty that she possessed? Was it the vibrant richness of her brown skin or the graceful lines of her body? Was it the limitless depth of her soul?