I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
If Andrei wants to spank me, he’s more than welcome to. Even though I have a feeling he wouldn’t be playful and teasing.
No, a spanking from him would be just like every other part of him. Focused and intense. He wouldn’t give me an inch unless he wanted to, and the untamed look in his eye says that he isn’t feeling very generous.
“Two minutes.”
He releases my hair, and I scramble to stand, hesitating for only a moment before I rush to obey him. His eyes silently track my every move as I dart upstairs.
I pause on the top landing, carefully undoing the thin halter straps at my neck and letting the dress fall to pool at my feet, leaving me in only my panties as I turn down the hallway, giving him a full view of the wonders these heels to for my ass.
I know better than to think he’ll chase after me. Andrei does things in his own time, and if he’s giving me two minutes, there’s a reason. But I can still have my own fun in the meantime.
As he chuckles, my bravado fails me, and I end up scrambling to remove my heels and panties and crawl onto the bed. I can hear him moving around downstairs, checking the locks and turning off the lights while my nipples bead with anticipation. I shift eagerly, but there’s nothing I can do to rush him.
It feels like I’ve been lying here for far more than two minutes, and I huff out a frustrated breath.
Well, Andrei never said I had to wait for him, did he?
My hand ghosts down my stomach, causing my skin to break into goosebumps as I trace a path to the bundle of nerves between my legs, pleasure shooting through me with a groan as my fingers move in slow circles, not even bothering to be quiet as I lose myself.
A throat clears, and it’s like someone has thrown a bucket of ice water over me.
“Not that I mind the show, but I don’t remember saying you could play without me.” Andrei leans against the doorway, naked as the day he was born. I can’t help but admire his gorgeous, tattooed muscles as he crosses his arms over his chest. Unwittingly, my eyes drop to his cock, standing at attention as he watches me.
“You didn’t tell me I couldn’t,” I counter, spreading my legs wider so I can push a finger into my soaked core. He growls, stalking across the room to take control of my hands, pulling them above my head.
“But I didn’t tell you that you could.”
He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips instead, flipping me onto my hands and knees faster than I can react. Not giving me a chance to brace myself, his hand lands against the fleshy part of my ass with a sharpsmackthat has me crying out.
Fuck, I’m so wet it’s practically dripping down my thighs.
I have half a mind to argue with him, to tell him that he isn’t being fair. But his hand strokes over the spot he just hit,soothing away the sting. I arch into the touch, and he lets out a low groan that sets my nerves on fire.
“Do you like a little bit of pain,zolotse?” He hums, running his hands up my back as I nod. His fingers bite into my shoulders so hard I wonder if he’s going to leave marks. “I’ll have to remember that.”
That’s the only warning I get before he slams himself inside me, stretching me open with a delicious burn. I collapse to my elbows, scrambling to find my balance as he pounds into me hard and fast, not even giving me time to catch my breath between thrusts.
My nipples rub against the sheets underneath me, an incredible friction that has me spiraling higher with each thrust. I roll my hips back against him, meeting Andrei stroke for stroke.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest as he uses his knees to spread my legs wider, letting him thrust even deeper inside me. Ecstasy builds, and there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be in this moment than right here.
“The way you squeeze my cock, the sounds you make… You’ll drive me to madness.”
My breaths are short pants as I wrap my arms back around his neck, twisting my head around to meet him in a messy kiss. His hand moves down to my clit, pushing me over the edge in just a few short strokes. My muscles draw tight as my core flutters around him, squeezing tight like no part of me can bear to have him apart from me.
He breaks the kiss and presses his face against my neck, holding me tight against his chest. His cock pulses as he grunts so lowly I can feel it rumble through my chest.
He pulls away slowly, and I collapse, unable to hold up my own weight while my mind rebels at the thought of him walking away from this again. If he really wants to keep this hot-and-cold routine, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up.
“There’s never been anything as beautiful as you.”
I jolt at his words as much as I do at his fingers running along my slit, slick with our combined release. Before I have the chance to take a breath, he slowly thrusts his fingers inside me. My oversensitive nerves protest as I try to move away, but I have no energy left to fight him. All I can do is mewl pathetically as I shake my head.
He chuckles, kissing my shoulder. “Easy, Blair.” The mattress shifts as he stands up and I let out a quiet whine, hating myself for it. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, as if he can hear the insecurities creeping into my mind, eager to fill the space he’s leaving behind.
Forcing myself to trust him, I relax for the few minutes before he returns with a wet cloth, cleaning up the mess between my thighs with gentle care and attention.
