I pushed her on the desk, face up and then placed my hand on her stomach, keeping her down.
She gasped when I inserted my finger in her. It felt damn good as I fucked her pussy with my fingers. She was perfect. Her smell, her warmth, the way her core fit so snug around me and milked my finger.
A growl left my lips as I increased the intensity of my ministrations.
Her eyes were squeezed shut.
I want her to look at me. I inserted another finger and fucked her harder. Her groans increased and she started squirming. She still wasn’t looking at me. I wanted her eyes on me.
“Look at me.” I ordered.
She opened her eyes and started only mine only to squeeze them shut again in a couple of seconds.
I growled and twisted her nipples. “I said, fucking look at me.”
Her eyes flew open and she stared into my eyes as I started fucking her harder.
A million emotions were passing through my mind, so many that even I didn’t fully comprehend what I was feeling.
I was so fucking turned on, I felt like I’ll come just by fingering her. I haven’t had sex in too long.
I noticed that she had squeezed her eyes shut.
Keeping my fingers inside her, I grabbed her collar and pulled her in a sitting position. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you to look at me?” I growled in her face.
Her eyes opened and a few tears slipped down her cheek.
“Why are you crying? Huh? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“I -I’m sorry, Master. This is what I want.” She replied softly but her voice was thick.
I looked down at her plump, reddened lips that were inches away from mine. They were always red and extra soft when she cried.
And I couldn’t control myself.
I kissed her. I sucked on her bottom lip and bit softly before I pushed my tongue in. A shiver raced down my spine the second her tongue met mine. My hand moved from her collar to the back of her head, angling her properly so I could kiss her deeply.
I tasted the salty taste of her tears but I didn’t stop kissing her. I couldn’t.
Why is she crying?
I sucked her tongue and a moan released from the back of her throat.
I felt her hand on my chest. Over my heart.
My eyes flew open and I stepped away from her, releasing my hold from her.
She was breathing heavily as she started straight into my eyes. She looked like a fucking Goddess. Like my Goddess.
I felt like she would wink at my playfully right now and say ‘gotcha’. And she would be right. She’s got me.
I closed my eyes and cooled myself down. I need to think straight. This woman has me under her spell.
I need to differentiate between the Ava that was my mate and Ava that is my slave.
I opened my eyes.
I saw something in her eyes that I knew I needed to crush, that I wanted to crush- hope. The kiss was not a Master kissing a slave. It was Nik kissing Ava.
It can’t happen again.
I stepped forward and pushed her on her back before I flipped her around. It’s better if I don’t see her face.
I unbuckled my jeans and pushed them down along with my boxers. My hard on sprang out. There was so much blood flowing there that it was almost painful.
I pressed my hands on her ass and moulded her cheeks before I spread them apart and saw my target.
Her dripping wet pussy.
I angled my cock in front of her entrance.
Avalyn and him were in the middle of the fucking bed with Avalyn on her hands and knees, facing me and that little bitch fucking her from behind. Her tits bounced as he thrust into her with a groan.
Her eyes flew open and they widened when she saw me. She pushed him off her and covered herself up with some sheets.
Her eyes blurred with tears. “Nikolai…”
A sense of satisfaction pooled in his eyes.
The memory flashed in front of my eyes and I stumbled back.
I remember the expression of bliss on her face for the split second when I saw her closed eyes. I remember how she was wet for him too.
The smell of her arousal was thick in the room but it didn’t arouse me the way it did five minutes ago.
I looked at her waiting for me, squirming with anticipation.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fuck her.