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I keep thinking to myself that Andrey is my first lover. It is a big, wild world out there. I’m sure I’ll find someone who lives on the lighter side of life that can make me feel the same way. If not, it will be fun trying to find one.
While I fully intend to regain my freedom, for now, I have nowhere to go, and I am in Andrey’s control, so I may as well enjoy another deliciously sinful sexual encounter and let Andrey fuck me into oblivion. I’ll get to carry another night of hot passion around with me in my memories as I leave this world behind and gain a bit more experience.
A groan escapes my lips. Andrey kneads each fleshy mound. My head falls back to give his mouth access to the exposed part of my chest where the wedding dress dips low. I can feel my pussy throb to the beat of his every kiss and caress of my boobs, saying goodbye as all rational thoughts start to leave—exit brain right.
Suddenly, the wedding dress feels too tight, and its material is keeping me from feeling his hands on my bare flesh. I want to rip it off, shredding it into pieces like the Hulk bursting out of his clothes.
As if feeling my frustration with the silk and ivory holding me hostage, Andrey pulls the strapless bodice down with one skilled move, exposing my lacy white bra.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, moving the lace aside and exposing my breasts to him, cupped by the scrunched lace, offering them to him. He lowers his head, sucking and giving each tit attention.
“Ahh,” I pant, moving my hands into his thick, dark hair and pulling his head closer. “Suck on it harder…” Did I say that? My mind is mush as memories of the first night flood me, and I need to feel that sensation again. “Please, nip just a little.” Again—was that me?
Andrey chuckles and obliges. His tongue flicks faster over first my left tit, then he sucks and gently bites on the hardening nub making sure to offer the right one the same attention. The sharp shock of the nip makes me suck in a breath as the sensation zings through my clit.
“Oh fuck.” I breathe out. My body is starting to ignite.
While sucking, licking, and nipping my breasts, Andrey starts to slide the satin skirt from my knees up my thighs, stopping at the apex of my legs. Folds of satin drip onto my sensitive nether region. He rubs his thumbs down the crease where my legs flank my pussy which is pulsing in anticipation of his touch while being teased by the satin.
A gasp escapes my lips when Andrey uses both thumbs, sliding them up and down in opposite directions along the folds of my pussy lips. I arch into his fingers, wanting, needing more pressure, feeling like I’m going to explode from all the sensations his mouth and fingers are causing.
I’m whimpering now, and Andrey peels his lips from my breasts, leans in, and kisses me, saying against my lips. “Look at me, Isabella.” His voice is a low command.
I bring my eyes to him, sucking in a breath when he applies more pressure down below and allows one thumb to slip inside just enough to graze my clit through the satin and lace. “Do you want this?” I can feel his thumb now teasing my sopping-wet nub.
I swallow and nod, staring into his silver eyes, my breath catching in my throat once again as his hand cups my pussy, and starts an up-down rubbing motion. My hips tilt and undulate in an erotic dance against Andrey’s hand, our bodies moving together in a primal rhythm. I bite down on my bottom lip, stifling a moan. His touch ignites a wild craving within me.
Andrey’s face moves toward my ear, his breath tickling it as he teases my earlobe. “Tell me,” he demands, the deep timbre of his voice creating gooseflesh over my heated skin. “Say, yes, Andrey, I do!”
At this moment, every inch of me is sparking with a desperate need to be touched, to be possessed by him. I ache for the weight of his body, the bruising grip of his hands. I wanted to scream, Yes, Andrey, I do, I want every fucking inch of you. Not only have I seemed to have lost my voice, but the only sounds I can currently make are gasps, groans, or mewls.
“Say it, princess,” Andrey demands more forcefully, cruelly stilling his hand on my mound but leaving its warmth to torture me, reminding me of the bliss waiting for me.
“No!” The moan is ripped from my throat. Well, that word formed and popped out rather quickly and breathlessly! “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” Those are the only words forming in my brain at this point, but somehow, I manage to say, “I want you.”
As with all my body parts, I seem to have lost control of their actions, and my hands reach out to grip his, and try to get it to move again. Only Andrey catches my wrists and bends my arms painfully behind my back, locking them there with his one hand, his eyes darkening with a flash of cruel enjoyment.
“Oh no, little princess, you don’t get to lead. This is my dance. I lead! You follow and do whatever the fuck you’re told to do.” His eyes flash with something that makes me realize he’s enjoying this, bending me to his will.
A shiver runs down my spine. I know I should be angry and try to summon my rage and defiance, but something else is starting to stir within me—just like it did that first night. Andrey pinches my nipple with his free hand, bringing tears to my eyes and making my belly clench and clit pulse, and to my horror, I realize I like the feeling. It’s heightening this thing growing inside me that tempts me into the darker side of desire.
Heat spreads through my body, fueling my already agonizing arousal, and I find myself fighting not to beg him to do it again. I’m struggling to comprehend what the fuck is going on with me. This is more than just desire. It’s something dark and primal meandering through me, drawn from something dark I never knew existed inside myself.
A knowing curve lifts Andrey’s lips—the fucking bastard seems to know what’s happening to me. His eyes travel down my burning body. I can feel them as if they were a caress, making me even more acutely aware of every heady sensation coursing through me—consuming me like an out-of-control bushfire.
“Let go, Isabella,” Andrey prompts me and rubs his cock against me again. “You know you want to.” He’s gone from commanding to gently persuasive, kissing my neck and keeping his rock-hard shaft strategically positioned. “Say it. Say what I asked you to, and you’ll be rewarded.”
My legs are too far apart, with him standing between them to press together in order to bring a bit of relief to my throbbing clit and calm a bit of the wildfire spreading across my system. The ache between my legs is intensifying with each passing second.
My control wavers as an involuntary squirm ripples through my hips. My body makes a desperate attempt for release by trying to exert a bit of extra pressure on my needy, yearning clit. But Andrey’s free hand stills me, his fingers biting into my belly.
“I never said you could move.” Andrey’s voice is filled with dominance once again, and his eyes burn with a savagery that locks my breath in my throat. “Let me explain the rules to you, little princess, in case I didn’t make myself clear the last time.”
He leans his well-toned body against mine, claiming my lips in a hard, hungry kiss before pulling back, his teeth biting my bottom lip. Andrey moves his hips, connecting his stiff shaft with my pussy which I can feel is soaking wet and probably going to leave a damp spot right through to the satin dress.
“Oh, God.” I moan and instantly try to press myself against him. “Yes. That feels so fucking good. Please, I…”
Andrey steps back just out of reach, and another painful groan escapes me. I feel like I’m hanging on the precipice of something I don’t quite understand, but I’m powerless to resist, and I’m just spinning mindlessly out of control, left suspended in longing and need for release.
