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She closed her mouth around the weeping head of his cock, sucking lightly. She ran her tongue down the underside, tracing the deep V there, loving the taste, scent and feel. Viktor’s fingers flexed in her hair before making a fist and giving it a slight tug. She closed her eyes and groaned at the way it lit up her scalp. She reached up to roll his balls in her hand.
Emerson ran her tongue along the length of his cock, reveling in the way he groaned and tightened his grip on her hair. He pressed his cock in, seeking the velvety spot at the back of her throat. She swallowed, forcing him down. She looked up to see his eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned. She continued to cup his balls, playing gently with them.
His cock was swelling and twitching; he was getting ready to give up his cum. Viktor began to pump his hips as his hands came down to hold her head in place, allowing him to fuck her mouth. She enveloped him with her soft, heated, wet mouth. He forced her face down into his groin, shooting what felt like an endless stream of cum down her throat.
When he fell back, completely relaxed, she licked him clean, tonguing and suckling him softly.
“Very nice, dushka,” he rumbled, taking her hand and helping her up from her knees.
He sat her on the edge of his desk, spreading her legs wide before grasping the almost nothing-there pair of panties and ripping them off. Lifting each of her legs over his shoulders, Viktor leaned forward, nuzzling her sex before licking her entire length from clit to just before her dark rosebud and back again.
Viktor began to eat her pussy. She’d always enjoyed oral sex from the giving point, but only endured it from the receiving end. As Viktor began to work on her, she realized she now understood the meaning of the phrase being made a meal of. He rolled his tongue into a spear and stabbed up into her pussy as he used his fingers to stroke her labia and clit.
Part of Emerson wanted to rock back on her forearms, tossing her head and reveling in what he was doing to her, but instead her gaze was riveted to her sex where Viktor was eating her relentlessly without ever taking his eyes off hers.
“Viktor,” she cried out as she came, and he lapped up all her honey.
He stood, his massive cock having become fully engorged again and jutting out at her like a compass needle pointed at true north, only his dick was a lot bigger than any needle. Pulling her to her feet, he turned her around and shoved her over the edge of his desk. He didn’t ask for permission or even cooperation. He meant to take her, and she meant to let him.
The tip of his cock probed her opening before he entered her slowly. He stretched her almost painfully until her pussy relaxed, accepting him fully. He bumped up against her opening at an angle that meant he brushed her clit with every downward thrust. He picked up the pace, holding her hips steady in his hands as he began to pound into her. Emerson’s pussy clamped down like a vice as she came hard again.
“Yes, malenkaya, that is what your pussy and this body were meant for, to give and receive pleasure from mine.”
Over and over, he drove into her, slamming in only to drag himself back, and then pressing in again. He fucked her harder and longer than she’d thought was possible. She came again, and he didn’t let up, just continued plowing her from behind through each successive orgasm. Again and again as he thrust into her, her inner walls shook, quivered and spasmed around him. Emerson’s breath sped up, and the noises she was making became moans, and then sighs and small whimpers as another orgasm approached, faster than she could comprehend.
Her body stiffened in anticipation, and she began to pant, terrified at the amount of pleasure she was about to feel and embarrassed that he could undo her to this extent. Suddenly he sent her careening into a freefall of pure bliss. He gave a final, hard, ferocious thrust deep inside her. Emerson screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clamping down hard, her legs trembling as they dangled, not quite reaching the floor. Her body writhed in his hold as her pussy greedily milked his cock, savoring every bit of pleasure she could from this man who seemed intent on making her his.
“Good girl. You remain here; don’t move.” Viktor withdrew from her, rubbing the excess of his cum that leaked out into her skin. “You will carry my scent until morning.”
He walked to one of the bookcases and toggled down a book, which swung open a secret door. She could hear him tapping something but didn’t even move her head to see what it was. It wasn’t so much that she was being obedient as it was that she was exhausted and sated in a way she had never been before.
She felt something wrap around her neck. She fleetingly thought she should be concerned, but she had neither the will nor the wherewithal to do so. Something cold and metallic pressed against her throat and she heard a distinctive clicking noise. She reached up and fingered something that felt like a diamond choker.
“There; it is done. You are mine.”
“A collar? Aren’t you kind of supposed to ask if I am okay with that?”
“I do not ask. I take what I want, and I want you.”
He lifted her in his arms, cradling her against his chest as he sat in one of the large wingback chairs. He rocked her in his arms as he sang quiet Russian lullabies to her, and she drifted off to sleep. Her last conscious thought was she was now yoked to a man she knew little about and who seemed intent on dominating every aspect of her life whether she liked it or not.
CHAPTER 9
EMERSON
Emerson woke up the following morning in her own bed. She was completely unaware of how she had come to be there. Her last memory was of feeling completely sated and secure in Viktor's arms as he sang lullabies to her and rocked her to sleep. Yet here she was safe and sound in her own bed—naked except for the collar he had placed around her neck. The collar wasn’t tight, but she could definitely feel it—both the actual weight and its significance.
She rolled out of bed and groaned. Maybe going from no sex of any kind to a marathon of sorts hadn’t been the best idea. Emerson closed her eyes and images from the night before flashed before her eyes. She could feel her nipples stiffening and her pussy softening. She was wildly aroused, and the man wasn’t even in her room—was he? She whirled around to check. No. She was all alone. There was, however, a note propped up on the table beside her bed. It was the same handmade paper as his previous note had been written on and in his elegant penmanship.
Good morning, Malenkaya,
You were a very good girl last night. You are to follow the instructions contained in this note:
No masturbating unless I instruct you to do so for my enjoyment. All of your pleasure now stems from me.
Only lingerie provided by me is to be worn. No panties are allowed unless instructed by me to wear them
The collar is unremovable. The lock has been specifically designed to prevent tampering. So you are clear—the R that hangs from it stands for Romanov, not Ravenel.
