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It teeters on the edge, just out of sight as he works his magic. I move my hips again, wanting more. He continues to lick at my clit quickly, dining on my pussy as I move my hips up and down, and he moves shakes his head from side to side.
I whimper softly. I don’t want to whimper, but it’s all I can manage. I tip my head back, and that’s when his other hand snakes up my body and palms my right breast. He massages it before he grips my nipple and plays with it between his fingers.
“Yes,” I gasp out loud. “Yes,” I gasp louder.
Suddenly he’s sucking on my clit, and fingering me faster, growling quietly as he claims me.
The pressure continues to mount, and I can’t hold it back. I try to close my legs, but his head and hand are in the way. I can feel him smiling against me. That devilishly handsome smirk I’ve come to know over the last few days.
I’m leaning all the way back now, starting to buck.
I tense up and cry out at the same time as liquid gushes out of me and over his face and in his mouth. I’m shaking in ecstasy. He continues to rub my clit, inciting another violent orgasm to rip right through me, and still, he doesn’t stop even though I’m literally quivering from over excitement. Still, he moves his fingers quickly over my clit, so that another orgasm rips through me, and only then does he slow down to a stop.
I lift my head after a moment, looking down at him. His face and hair are wet, and so is his chest. I blush crimson.
“I’ve never…”
“I know,” he says, getting up.
I can see his erection through his pants, and I lick my lips.
He notices and shakes his head. “I won’t take your virginity on the kitchen counter, Elena.”
“After what you just did, does it matter where it is?” I ask.
“It matters to me and will matter to you when you reflect on this day.” He picks up a dish towel and wipes himself off.
“There’s a hot tub out back. I installed it after some intense training I did where I needed to heal my muscles. We can start there.” He looks at me and leans between my legs. I feel his erection pressing against my inner thigh as he kisses me.
Is that what I taste like? I’ve never… This is the first… My thoughts are all jumbled. I’ve just been pleasured by the man who kidnapped me. That has to be some sort of Stockholm syndrome. He strokes my chin with a feather-like touch before he steps back.
“It’s your choice. No chains or cuffs. Just a warm soak in the hot tub.”
He walks away without another word, unlocking the back door and walking out. I hear him flick a switch and then the hum of jets turning on.
I sit here naked on the man's kitchen counter, and I’m worried about going to the hot tub, where he might want to have sex with me.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I certainly should not be enjoying it. He’s the enemy. He took me away from my family and is a threat to my father and his businesses.
Still, something inside of me says that I should do it. That he’ll make sure I’m all right. That I’m safe with him and it won’t hurt as much, even though he’s hung like a horse.
I’ve stroked him before on that morning I tried to seduce him, and I know the general idea of a blow job, but what do I know about pleasuring a man? Not much.
But how hard can it be?
No, I should go to bed. I should get dressed and go to bed. If he really means what he says, then he won’t mind if I don’t join him. If he’s really the gentleman he claims to be, he won’t mind.
I slide off the countertop and look at my clothes pooled at my feet. I go into the bathroom and retrieve my underwear before I slide it on. Once my underwear is on, I reach for my clothes but look at the back door and wonder.
The curiosity is going to be the end of me. What if he is falling for me and wants to make this night special? He said he wouldn’t take me in the kitchen. Considering the circumstances, this may be as romantic as he can make it.
I leave my clothes and walk toward the back door. It’s silly that I put my underwear back on, and I feel a bit shy. I have to be confident, though. I want to experience this. I want to enjoy this with every fiber of my being.
Chapter 15 - Arseny
I leave the back door open in case Elena wants to join me. I doubt it, though. Although I pleasured her, I don’t expect anything in return, and she might not be ready for it. I know she’s already intimidated by the idea of us sleeping together, let alone being enemies.
