My parents instilled in me the belief I had to work hard and prove myself at all times. That’s what they did. That’s what my older brother, the NASA engineer did.
And I was told I’d have to work even harder because I’m a pretty woman. I’d have to prove myself over and over again. In college, through law school, at my father’s firm. Especially there-so no one would think I was handed the position through nepotism.
But Ravil doesn’t make me prove my worth. Not when I’m tied up, blindfolded and at his mercy.
Here, I am his to punish. His to pleasure. All I need to do is surrender. Receive. Enjoy.
“Ravil,” I find myself croaking, rolling my hips and needing more than just his tongue.
“Tell me about your orgasms, kitten.” Ravil says, removing his glorious tongue from between my legs. “Are they mostly vaginal?” He tucks a couple digits inside me and strokes my inner wall.
Another moan falls from my lips. It feels so good.
“A-as opposed to what?” I manage to pant.
“Clitoral or cervical. They say there are three kinds of orgasms.” Suddenly he’s up by my head, trailing butterfly kisses along the column of my neck. “Four if you count this region.” He arrives at my jaw and kisses me harder there, then nibbles my ear.
Shivers run through me in all directions-up and down my spine, along the insides of my legs, in the arches of my feet, down my arms.
“Ravil,” I croak again.
He strokes down my cheek-I think with the backs of his fingers. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his accent thicker than usual. “I love it when you say my name like you’re dying to be fucked.”
I lick my lips. “Please.”
It didn’t take me long to get from slapping him to begging.
“Surrender, kitten. You’ll get your pleasure when I decide.”
“I know,” I say faintly.
He chuckles and kisses the bobbing of my throat, then the notch between my clavicles, then the center of my breastbone.
He strums my right nipple lightly with the pad of a finger. There’s a patience with which he approaches my body that intensifies everything. He doesn’t just pinch or lick right away. Just lightly touches until it stiffens and lengthens under his touch.
“Soon these beautiful breasts will provide sustenance to our son. Benjamin.”
My body shivers in response. I plan on breastfeeding. At least a little. Pumping for certain, to leave milk with the nanny when I’m at work. But Ravil speaking of it now while I’m in this receptive state, in touch with my body, makes me almost crave the act. Like my body knows and believes the beauty of it. As perfect and pleasurable as sex. As natural and easy.
And for me, nothing’s ever been natural or easy.
Until Ravil showed up yesterday, I’d been out of sync with my body for the pregnancy. Between the morning sickness in the early months and then the unquenchable horniness, not to mention growing out of all my clothes and my feet swelling, I wanted to step out of my body. Divorce it.
But now I’m fully in it-more than I’ve ever been-and it feels wonderful.
Ravil lightly tickles his fingertips on my inner thigh as he swirls his tongue around my nipple, then comes off and blows it dry.
“Ravil,” I moan. “Please.”
“I know, kitten.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, taking a long hard pull on it, like he’s a suckling baby, and I feel the answering tug in my core. “I know what you need.”
“How?” I warble. My brain, as ever, refuses to shut off.
He scrapes his teeth over my nipple. “How do I know? I pay attention, kotyonok.”
I shiver. “S-so, what kind of orgasms do I have?”
“Vaginal,” he answers immediately. “But you like stimulation everywhere.”
My body surrenders to him even more. I register it like a wash of relief, a deepening relaxation. Giving up control has never felt so incredible.
“Ravil?” Somehow it’s easier to talk to him with the blindfold on. With my body under his control.
He kisses around the swell of my belly. “Yes, kitten?”
“What will you do with me?”
I mean after the birth. At least, I think that’s what I mean. I want to know his intentions. Why he’s kissing every inch of my body while holding me captive.
I want to know if he’ll keep me.
And I honestly don’t know how I want him to answer.
“This, kitten.” He holds my knee open and rims my anus. I shriek, squeezing and tightening with the pleasure and taboo of the act.
This. I can’t bring myself to ask again. To clarify. Because I’ve realized I don’t want to know the answer.
And then I lose track of my thoughts because the pleasure he wrings is so blissfully intense I don’t even care anymore.
Ravil
I KEEP Lucy on the edge of an orgasm for the better part of an hour. I fuck her with a butt plug, suck her clit, use a vibrator with the G-spot curve. I spank her a little. Suck her toes. I go on until she’s practically weeping with need, and then I end my own torture by freeing my cock and pushing into her.
It feels so good not to have to use a condom. To know she’s already carrying my baby. That she’s my only partner, and I hers.
I have to close my eyes and breathe deeply to keep from coming as soon as I’m inside her. “You feel so good, kitten,” I rasp, my accent sounding as thick as when I first moved here.
“Yes, Ravil, please,” she babbles. She lost her mind long ago, reduced to a wanton puddle of beautiful need.
I pride myself on drawing this response out of her, especially knowing how tightly laced she keeps herself. I doubt she ever allows herself this pleasure. Which is why I’m going to make sure she receives it every damn day.