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“Catch me if you can!” I squeal the minute we climb out of the elevator at the Kremlin after my show. I take off running toward the door that leads to the roof.
I hear Oleg’s soft chuckle right behind me, but he lets me pretend I’m getting away as I run up the stairs to the gorgeous rooftop pool. The air is freezing, and steam comes off the hot tub when I roll the cover up.
“Last one in is a rotten egg.” I take off my clothes, giggling.
Oleg doesn’t rush. He slowly strips, watching me with total absorption as I drop my coat, boots, tights, skirt, shirt, bra and panties onto the pebbled deck.
I jump in before I get cold and bob up and down, bouncing on my feet, making the water splash around my breasts as they dip in and out of the surface.
Oleg finishes undressing, looking like a stallion with a boner the size of my forearm. I splash him.
His eyes crinkle. He arches a brow and points a finger.
“Uh oh.” I smile. “Is Big Daddy going to spank me?”
Pretty please.
I found out his other pet name for me-shalun’ya-means bad girl or minx, which I love. He descends into the water, standing on the first step, then sitting on the pool deck. His brows flick as he reaches for me.
Oh God.
He is going to spank me. I get fluttery and excited and a tiny bit nervous, only because last time it hurt almost as much as it felt good.
He parts his knees and pulls me across one of them, tipping me over so my hands rest on the pool deck behind him.
I let out a quavering meep.
He hums softly then smacks my wet ass.
“Ow! Oh my God, that hurts.”
Another smack, served with a dark chuckle. I dance on my feet, thrilled. Horny. Smarting. He rubs my ass, then slides his fingers between my legs. I wriggle with the shock of sensation when his fingers brush my most sensitive bits. He delivers two more swift smacks then rubs some more.
Oh God, it’s good.
So exciting. Delicious. The sharpness of the initial pain recedes as pleasure flushes through me. I don’t know why I like this. It doesn’t matter. It’s Oleg, and I trust him completely.
He goes on for a few more rounds-a couple smacks, then his middle finger circling over my clit. My arousal ramps up swiftly. “More,” I moan, even though my ass already stings.
Of course, he delivers, slapping me with seven rapid-fire spanks that make me squeal and kick my feet. And then we’re suddenly both immersed in the water, warmth burning over the winter chill on my skin. Oleg pinches one nipple as he curls an arm behind my back and draws my body against his. I wrap my legs around his waist. He uses his hand to angle his cock to prod my entrance.
The water and weightlessness make it slippery and hard for him to get in, and a few moments later, I find myself on my knees on the step, my elbows on a cushion from a nearby chaise lounge, and Oleg pounding into me from behind. He grips my hair in his fist disrespectfully, and I love it. I love it because I know this man is the farthest thing from disrespectful outside of the bedroom. He’s the safest scary I’ll ever find, and I find his power and dominance delicious.
He rides me hard, protecting my hips from the side of the tub with his forearm around my waist. I lose my mind, crooning his name, panting, begging for release. His thumb finds my mouth. I suck it hard, hoping to bring him to climax, so I can have mine. It works. He growls and shoves in deep, bucking against my ass as he comes. I climax the moment he goes off, not needing the clit-rub he provides.
I scream because I can. Because it feels good to be as loud as I want up here on the roof.
When we both go still, Oleg’s heart beating against my back, he lowers his lips to my ear and bites gently, then kisses.
I hear his soft hum-the sound he makes for me when we get close.
I make it back.
He pulls out and turns me around, pointing at my chest, then his.
“Yep, I say softly. I’m yours.”
He arranges me in his lap in the water, still humming.
“Hey, guess what? We start our ASL class at the community college next month.” I researched it yesterday and signed myself up. I would’ve signed Oleg up, too, but he needs to get registered first.
He raises his brows.
“We’re both going to learn it, so we can talk easily. Otherwise, how are you going to talk to our kids?”
Oleg lets out a surprised puff of breath followed by a soft moan and blinks rapidly. If I didn’t know better, I would swear my big strong man teared up. He points at me, then does the grabby-hand sign for want, then mimics rocking a baby.
“Yeah, I want kids, do you?”
Another soft moan and blinking. He nods.
“I’m thinking, like, three or four. A big noisy houseful of kids. Because crazy chaos is my jam.”
Oleg laugh-sobs and leans his forehead against my cheek, rocking me gently in the water.
“Are you down.”
He makes his humming sound and stands up, lifting me out of the water. He stoops to pick up his keycard, leaving our clothes on the deck as he carries me to the door.
“Where are we going? Are you going to fuck me again?” I’m not usually the dirty-talker, but after reading all the things Oleg wanted to say to me last week, I figure I’m voicing his thoughts.
His eyes go dark with wicked promise.
I giggle and tighten my hold on his neck, kicking my feet with delight.