45

She’s mine.
I can elicit those squeals for the rest of my fucking life. All I have to do is convince her that marriage to me wasn’t the worst thing that happened to her.
I rub out the sting of the first stripe and give her ass a gentle slap, then deliver another with the pseudo-cane.
She squeals again, her ass tightening, her heels kicking up into the air.
I catch one ankle and stroke down her calf. “You left your heels on for me,” I murmur appreciatively. “That’s so fucking hot.”
She looks over her shoulder at me.
“New rule. This is how you will always be punished-naked except for your heels.”
“You’re crazy,” she says, but I hear the smile in her voice.
“You’re hot. My very hot wife.” I deliver the last stripe to get it over with, then knead and massage away the sting. I climb on the bed behind her to massage with both hands. “Good girl. Are you ready for your reward?”
I don’t wait for her reply, I just push her legs open wide and pull her hips back to get my tongue on her sex. She’s already dripping wet. I lick and suck at her labia, penetrate her with my tongue, then move up to rim her anus.
She lets out that squeal, and her anus flutters, but I hold her in place for the pleasure.
After a few moments, she starts moaning. A few more, and she’s chanting in Russian. “Maxim… Maxim. What are you doing? Gospodi, it’s so good.”
“You ready for my cock, beautiful?”
I’m surprised when she answers, “Yes” without hesitation.
Her surrender alone is enough to make me come. I want to slam into her bareback, but even though I know I’m clean and she’s a virgin, it wouldn’t be right. She may be my wife, but she may not want a pregnancy.
I find a condom in my wallet and roll it on. When I come back I ready her again with my tongue first. “Up on your knees, sugar. Chest on the pillows.”
I’m probably being a jackass. A woman’s first time should probably be on her back, with her lover looking into her eyes. But we aren’t that couple. Eye contact might be too much vulnerability between us. Rough and punitive is how she likes it. How I want to give it.
We don’t have a fairytale marriage.
Not yet, anyway.
Maybe we’ll get there.
With a wife this hot, I should work to get us there. I’m the fixer, after all. I can fix anything.
Even a wife who doesn’t want me.
She climbs into position, proving my instincts right. I squeeze her ass as I line my cock up, stroke it over her entrance. She was tight when I drilled her with my finger last night. Even though she’s plenty wet, I spit on my hand and rub my saliva over my sheathed cock.
“Are you okay?” I ask in a low voice, even though I haven’t penetrated her yet.
“Do it.”
That’s my girl. She never was one to mince words. I apply more pressure, nudging at her entrance with more insistence.
She pushes back, arcing her pretty ass up and presenting herself for me.
“That’s it, sugar.” I decide it’s better to go in fast-rip the bandaid off, as they say. I grip her hips and push in. I sense a little resistance give away. She cries out. I reach around the front of her to stroke her clit and move inside her. Just a little-a half inch back, a half inch in. Just to bring her some of the pleasure to counteract the pain. I caress her back, squeeze her ass.
“I’m okay,” she gasps after a moment. “It’s good.”
I pump a little more, going slowly and gently, giving her time to get used to my length. I continue circling her clit lightly with the pad of my finger.
She hums her pleasure and brings her fingers between her legs, pressing over mine.
“You need it there?” I ask, rubbing more firmly. At the same time, I accidentally shove in deeper, a shot of lust rolling through me.
“Oh!” she cries out. “Yes.”
“Yes, here?” I rub her clit, “or yes, harder?” I thrust in with more force.
“Harder,” she murmurs.
Oh, damn. I don’t want to make her regret that, but my control is already slipping. She’s so damn tight. So hot.
And all mine.
I still can’t get over that part. Each time it dawns on me anew, I want to do every measure of dirty things to her.
I grip her hips with both hands and take a few even strokes. Then I start to bump her ass with my loins, slapping our flesh together, sending my balls against her clit.
“Yes!” she gasps.
“Spread your knees wider,” I order.
When she does, it changes the angle, so I can get even deeper inside her. I groan. “You feel so good, Sasha.”
“More,” she chants. “Harder.”
The room starts to spin. Heat spikes the base of my spine. I lean over her torso, propping on one hand to get in deeper, with more force. I fuck her harder. Faster. My breath turns to ragged panting, or maybe that’s hers. My thighs start to tremble with the need to release.
She hasn’t come yet, so I try to hold back. I rub her clit fast with my free hand.
“Harder!” she commands.
My control unravels. A dark chuckle bursts out of my mouth as I forego her pleasure and just ride in for my own finish. I press her flat to the bed, humping that gorgeous ass and plowing deep, deep, deeper still until lights dance before my eyes and come like a fucking speed train.
When I recover I find her red hair bunched in my fist, my mouth on her neck.
A little horrified, I flip her over to her back.
Sasha
I thought giving a man a blowjob made me feel powerful, but I had no idea how incredible it felt to see him come undone while inside me.
No wonder sex is power for women. No wonder this is the weapon we wield the best. Because Maxim turned into an animal right before he came. That cool, manicured persona all but disappeared, and he was nothing but raw masculine desire.
Now, as he stares down at me, there’s concern etched in his face. He knows he lost control-pulled my hair and fucked me so hard I won’t walk straight. He’s worried for me, I can tell.
I smile, remembering his words. You think I could deny you anything after that life-altering blowjob you just gave me? What about now? Now that he’s come inside me? Well, inside a condom, but still inside me. He quickly disposes of the rubber without taking his eyes from my face.
Returning my smile tentatively, he drops kisses between my breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth as he massages the other breast. “I’m sorry you didn’t come, sugar. I’ll make it up to you now.”
He’s sweet.
I like him sweet. I don’t want to like it. I want to resist his charm. Because I’ve fallen for this man before, and he crushed me.
“I still liked it,” I admit. “I didn’t come because… ”
He lifts his head to meet my eyes.
I sense my face grow warm. I shrug. “It was all new to me. I was fascinated by your orgasm, and then I missed my chance.” I don’t know why I’m revealing so much again. I guess I’m melting in the warmth of his undivided attention.
His eyes flash dark. “There will be lots of chances. Just give me a few minutes.” He sucks my other nipple into his mouth. I wind my fingers through his hair enjoying the riotous sensations he’s creating. I didn’t come, but I’m not missing the orgasm. It still felt great-both the physical and the chemical rewards. My mood soars along with his. I’m full of that sense of well-being and pleasure. Love, even. Not that I’m in love-no way-but the general feeling of love.
He kisses down my belly and spreads my thighs. I close my eyes as his tongue explores my folds.
“Mmm.” Pleasure. I can see how couples stay in bed all day. I now understand how good sex makes people think they’re in love.
This is how my mother kept my father ensnared all those years. Although not enough for him to think of her as anything other than an object to serve and please him. An object to pass on.
Maxim finds my clit with his lips and manages to suction them over it. At the same time, he sinks two fingers inside me and starts stroking my inner walls.
“Gospodi!” I cry out, arching on the bed. The sensations are so intense. So erotic. I claw at the bedcovers when he doesn’t give me a break. He just keeps sucking, keeps stroking.
“Maxim!” My legs thrash beneath me.
He pumps the fingers, bumping my inner wall with the tips every time.
I shriek and pull his hair, frantic, and then I come-a short and fast explosion.
Maxim lifts his mouth away and rubs my clit with this thumb instead.
My eyes roll back in my head. Another short but powerful orgasm rocks through me, and my legs jerk again. Then one more aftershock.
My stomach growls and Maxim chuckles. “Time for breakfast, beautiful.” He climbs off me. “But let’s get cleaned up first. Come here.” He takes my hand and tugs me to the bathroom and in the shower, where he treats me like a queen, lathering me from head to toe, kissing and nuzzling me all over.
I soap his cock, which gets instantly hard again, and then he nails me against the tile and fucks me roughly, pulling out to come on my belly. By the time we both emerge, my legs don’t work, and I’m not sure I remember how to speak.
Maxim’s phone rings, and he strides out of the bathroom, beautifully naked, gloriously tattooed.
“Da.” He answers in Russian. “Who did it?” Then, “Blyat.” He ends the call and looks at me through the bathroom doorway. “Vladimir is dead. The Moscow bratva is in chaos. You need to locate your mother.”