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It doesn’t take long for my thoughts to drift elsewhere. I begin to feel deep, primal stirring for within, wishing his hands might do more. They skirt up and down my thighs, but never touch my center, which has started to throb with longing.
In a thick voice, he commands me to turn over. I do as he directed, trying to ignore the way that the sound of his voice sends a jolt of excitement through my body.
“Good girl,” he murmurs his approval. I must fight myself to remain in control.
His hands glide up and down my legs, and I can feel the muscles tremble in anticipation. But it isn’t until he works his way up to my breasts that I realize he’s doing it on purpose – he’s teasing me.
He caresses them both, rubbing the oil in with the palms of his hands. He pays special attention to the nipple, making sure that he rubs over them in small circles. I hold back a moan, writhing on the bed at his touch.
He leans forward, gently biting at my lower lip. “Don’t hold back,” he warns. “I want to hear you.” I can feel the slightly scratchy skin on his lip where it had split open. It’s been healed for days, except for that tiny spot where it still feels different.
Volikan positions himself on the bed so that he is straddling my hips, but he remains up on his knees so that his weight doesn’t crush me. Then he resumes his massage, dripping extra oil across my breasts. I close my eyes, enjoying the slippery feeling as he smears it over my chest.
He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. I let out a loud moan, caught by surprise. He grins. “Good girl,” he repeats again.
He shifts to move between my legs and sweeps a finger across the outer edges of my pussy lips. I shiver at the sensation, and my hips jerk forward involuntarily, wanting more.
“Hold still,” he orders. His fingers dance over the surface, teasing me, trying to get me to break. Every time I twitch or jerk, he grins and repeats his direction.
He’s enjoying the feeling of control, but I’m not surprised. To be honest, I enjoy my role as much as him. He’s take-charge and assertive, the predator in our bedroom. I am the meek, innocent prey, helpless to his whims.
But his whims are so, so good to me.
Finally, I manage to follow the direction well enough for his liking. He rewards me by flicking a finger directly over my clit. I moan and writhe on the bed, feeling the heat building inside of me.
Inserting two fingers inside my wet pussy, he thrusts them in and out as his thumb rubs my clit. I throw my head back, arching off the bed as I cry out his name. I’m nearly there, and so eager for it.
“Touch your breasts,” he commands. I smile, knowing it will only increase my pleasure. Cupping my breasts in my hands, my fingers brush across the stiff nipples. I close my eyes, as he continues to work his magic below.
I roll the nipples between my fingers, pinching them firmly to feel the spark of electricity that shoots straight into my hot center. He leans forward at nearly the same moment, his tongue lapping at my wetness. I feel everything tense and tighten as an intense orgasm wracks my body.
He stands up, stripping off his pants. With one hand, he begins to stroke his hard cock. I eye it hungrily, eager to enjoy that next.
But instead, he kneels once more between my legs. Hunching forward, he draws his tongue across my pussy once more. The sensation is enjoyable, but I want something different now.
“Can I choose yet?”
He sits up, looking at me sharply, and seems to consider it. Still using his hand to pleasure himself, he notices my gaze fall onto his massive cock, and smirks.
“You’ve been a good girl,” he agrees. “What do you wish?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I answer breathlessly, my chest heaving as I watch him.
He pauses, momentarily caught off guard. His dark, bedroom side disappears momentarily, and he furrows his brow in concern. “Anastasia, are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, I’m ready,” I assure him, a pleading quality in my voice. “Please, Volikan. Fuck me good.”
He stands up from the bed, grinning mischievously down at me. “You asked for it.”
My head bobs up and down in eager agreement, just happy that I’m going to get what I so desperately crave.
He moves to the head of the bed. Rope is tied to the post on either side, something that we use quite often. He grabs one hand, tying me into position quickly, and then moves to do the same on the other side.
Laying across the length of my body, he holds himself up with corded, muscular arms to avoid crushing me beneath him. Then he slowly slides himself inside. I groan delightedly as he fills me, relishing the sensation.
I’m so wet, after one orgasm already, that it doesn’t take much effort for him to make his entrance. He begins to thrust in and out. I rock my hips against him, meeting each thrust, and feeling my climax building again.
“I want you to be mine,” he says, suddenly tender. “Just mine, forever. Mine alone.”
