“I like having you in my bed,” he replies. “Now…” –he raises a stern brow– “Strip.”
The muscles between my legs catch and release, and I scramble to obey. I tear off the clothes he bought me in Antwerp, then drop to my knees and unbuckle his belt. “Did I say you could suck my cock, malyshka?”
I freeze, looking up at him, my heart hammering with excitement.
“That comes after your spanking.”
My internal muscles flutter again. “Okay, Daddy.”
His lips twitch, but he shakes his head. “It’s Master.”
I shimmy with excitement. “Okay, Master.”
He toys with my breast for a moment, just gazing down at me, then lifts his chin. “On your forearms and knees. Let me see that pretty ass presented.”
I comply, pushing my ass up for him.
He lowers to kneel behind me and strokes his palm over my cheeks a few times before he delivers the first spank. It’s firm and stingy and makes me wiggle my butt for more.
He starts slowly, alternating right and left cheek, then gradually picks up speed.
I moan and pant, my arousal leaking between my legs the more the burn increases. I’m gasping by the time he stops and rubs his fingers between my legs. I’m wet and swollen for him, totally ready.
“Who do you belong to, Kateryna?”
I smile into the bedcovers. “You, Master.”
He delivers several hard spanks–hard enough to make me gasp. “Say my name.”
“Adrian. Adrian Turgenev. I belong to Adrian.”
“Mmm.” He rewards me with stroking around my cheeks then between my legs.
I’m shaking now, about to start begging.
“Who owns this pussy, Kateryna?” He screws one digit inside me.
“You do,” I warble.
“Who makes you come?”
“Only you,” I gasp, on the cusp of coming right now.
He pushes my knees wider and opens his pants. Thank God.
“Are you going to come all over this cock, Kateryna?” He presses the velvety hard head of his cock against my entrance.
I don’t know what got into Adrian–where all this dirty talk came from–but I am praising every deity there is right now. I knew he could do dominant, but this is an entirely new level.
“Yes, Master,” I gasp.
“I’m going to make you come all night long, malyshka.” He pushes in and eases back then presses forward again.
“Yes, please.”
He grips my hips and pulls my ass back to meet his steady thrusts. “Any time you need a good hard fucking and a reminder of who you belong to, what are you going to do, printsessa?”
I gasp at how deep he’s getting in me. This is the best angle ever. “Wear my sexy schoolgirl outfit.”
“That’s right.” He keeps plowing into me, owning me, possessing me, breaking me in as his. I love it so much I grow dizzy.
“I need to buy a new one,” I remember.
“You’ll need lots of them,” he rumbles, picking up speed. “One for every day of the week. Because I won’t be giving this pussy a break.”
I come a little.
Adrian feels the squeezing of my muscles and reaches around to rub my clit and help me with it, going still inside me while I release. “That’s one,” he murmurs, like there’s going to be many more before the night is through. Then he pulls my arms behind my back and pushes my torso flat on the bed to give it to me even harder.
“Are you going to be my little sex doll?”
“Yes, please,” I beg, my eyes rolling back in my head.
This guy couldn’t do it any better. I love his dirty talk as much as I love his huge heroic heart. His boundless capacity for accepting me as I am. A trait his sister and friends seem to share as well.
“I know you thought sex in Antwerp was boring. I was just letting you rest up. Because now I’m going to use and abuse you for the rest of your life.”
I come again. Screw Delaney and resolving my daddy issues. I think they’re working out just fine for me. Perfectly, actually. I can’t imagine anyone loving vanilla sex as much as I love this.
“That’s two, dietka. You’d better come again when I tell you, or there will be hell to pay.”
“I will,” I gasp, aftershocks running through me.
He pulls out, and I moan at the loss, but it’s just to tug my legs straight, so I’m flat on my belly. I spread them for him, tilting my ass a little. He reenters, and I moan again in satisfaction. “You like that, malysh? You like being filled by me?”
“Yes, Master.”
He slams in harder, and I love it–the deep strokes a different angle this time. I reach between my legs and touch my own clit. “Kat…Kit-Kat,” he chants, his movements growing jerky. “You’re mine now…I won’t let you go.”
Somehow, he knows to say everything I need to hear.
“Please,” I beg, already needing to come again. Already desperate to receive his pleasure as a full completion. A full claiming. A complete actualization of who we are as a new couple.
“Blyad’,” he curses, his breath holding then gusting out then holding again. “Kat…Kateryna…yes!” He shoves in deep, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties his balls.
I shake with sobs of ecstasy, my own muscles seizing around his member, drawing him deeper, milking his finish. “Please,” I whimper, even though he’s already come. He’s already given me everything I crave.
He lowers his body over mine, kissing my nape, biting me, showing me it’s not over yet. It’s not ever over with us.
I’m dissolving in his arms–floating away as tiny bits of energy into the universe. And yet, I’ve never felt so collected. So held and absorbed. “Don’t let me go,” I whimper, not wanting this moment to end. Wanting to keep it forever.
“Never, Kat,” he says fiercely. “Not ever, ever.”
“I love you,” I murmur.
“I’ll always love you,” he answers.
A deep breath of air rushes in–deeper than I knew possible. For the first time in my life, I can breathe.
And Adrian is my oxygen.
My center axis.
My everything.