Russian Heat, page 20
“That’s pretty,” he said.
“What? What’s pretty?”
“Nipple clamps. You’ll like them, they have red stones in them and are pale gold.”
My left nipple suddenly went on fire as the same harsh density jammed tight over it. Although the clamp hurt it was good hurt, it was the true stimulation I’d been craving when he’d been toying with me. I let the feeling collect and then fizz down my stomach and settle in my pelvis. My clit began to throb and my pussy tightened. This was working. I could do this.
“That is it, just right,” he said, cupping my breasts and gently massaging them.
The weight of the clamps tugged at my flesh and I gasped. “Vadmir.”
“I will make you feel fabulous all over,” he said. “We have nowhere to be so do not be surprised if I take all day doing this.”
“Yes, oh, but… damn, I want to fuck.”
“I know you do.” He pulled at my bikini bottoms, making fast work of removing them, and spread my legs wide. “I can smell how turned on you are, Sammy.” I heard him breathe deep and sensed his weight at the base of the bed.
I twisted my head from left to right, wishing I could see him studying my pussy and sniffing my arousal.
“Shall we see how wet you are?” he asked. As he’d spoken he’d dragged his fingers through my folds and found my entrance. He pushed in, just a little. “Oh, yes, very wet.”
I twitched my hips, wanting more and hoping he’d take the hint. He didn’t, instead he removed his fingers.
I groaned in complaint.
Small kisses were planted on my right ankle, they journeyed upward, gliding over my knee and thigh.
Oh please God, let him give me an orgasm with his mouth.
His breaths were hot on my pussy and he was holding my thighs wide. I stilled completely, hoping for his tongue.
Suddenly it was there, sweeping up my pussy and then capturing my clit in a long, firm suction.
“Oh, Jesus yes,” I said, arching my spine and pressing my head into the pillow. Again I tried to move my arms, only to be reminded that I couldn’t.
He licked and sucked, laved and circled. He entered my pussy again with his fingers, filling me as he stoked my orgasm.
Bright lights flashed over my eyelids and my belly muscles tensed. I writhed and worked my body against the mattress. The nipple clamps dragged and created added stimulation to my already frenzied nerves.
“Yes, yes,” I panted, “I’m coming…” Oh, it was just there, within reach.
He lifted up.
“Ah, ah, no, Vadmir, please…” I yanked my arms and tried to pull free. “What are you doing?”
My pussy was clenching around nothing, my clit throbbing for his mouth.
He rested his hand over my mound and pressed gently. “Shh, I’m just getting you ready for the big one.”
“That was the big one, fuck, I was just about to—”
He silenced me with a kiss, a kiss that tasted of me.
“We have more toys to play with,” he said. He leaned across me and I felt the bed give and then heard a rattle in the box. “How are you feeling, Sammy?”
“Frustrated,” I huffed.
“Mmm, you should change that to relaxed.”
“Relaxed? I was about to explode, how can I relax?”
“Oh, you will.” Again he kissed me, everywhere, seemingly leaving no square inch unloved by his lips and tongue.
I lay there, sacrificial and with my breaths hard to catch. I tried to slow my wildly beating heart. The acute throb in my clit was unrelenting. I needed to come. He’d brought me so close.
His attention traveled lower over my stomach and then he pressed one teasing kiss over my clit.
I moaned and bunched the side of my face into my upstretched arm.
“Wider,” he said, pushing my legs so far apart my hips ached. “And like this.” He scooped my ass up and when he rested me back down there was the softness of a pillow beneath my buttocks. My hips were tilted now and I was bared open to him.
There was nowhere to hide.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Vadmir, what are you doing?” I managed. The position was so sexy, sexy in a completely giving and trusting way. A mutual respect. I loved that I trusted him so much and I could be like this with him. I would never have dreamed of letting any other man see my body this vulnerable, see me this vulnerable, or give up control this way.
But Vadmir, he was different. Vadmir was the man I’d promised to marry. Vadmir respected me as I respected him.
“Now relax,” he whispered, “just feel.”
The shock of cool lube against my anus made me jerk.
“That’s not relaxing,” he said sternly. “Come on, Sammy, give it up. Let me have control of your body and of your pleasure.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder. You can do this.”
I blew out a long low breath and forced my abdominal muscles to unwind. My focus, as I came to the end of the breath, settled on what Vadmir was doing. He was gently circling my asshole, rubbing and smoothing over the tight pucker. He enjoyed anal sex, a lot, and so did I. It was something we indulged in regularly. But we hadn’t done it like this before, in broad daylight and with him watching his penetration of my hole.
“That’s it, you’re doing great,” he soothed.
I bit down on my bottom lip.
There was a pressure at the center of my anus and then a steady smooth insertion. It wasn’t his finger, though, it was flat-surfaced and growing ever wider.
“What?” I said, wriggling as the stretch heated up.
“Shh, it’s a plug, let it fill you.”
A plug! Damn, he really had gotten imaginative when shopping. “God, it feels so…”
“What? Tell me.”
“Cool and big and…getting bigger.”
“Nearly there.”
“You know I’m going to return the favor with this…right?”
He chuckled. “I can’t wait.”
I pursed my lips and blew out a breath. I couldn’t take much more, the denseness inside my rectum and the flare of the plug was all getting too much. “Vadmir, I can’t…”
“Shh, almost…there…”
“Ah, ah…”
It popped in and my asshole clamped around the base. I shifted on the bed and the sensation just moved with me.
“Good girl,” he said, kissing my patch of pubic hair. “Good, good girl.” His kiss moved downward and again he suckled on my clit.
I moaned and my legs flopped wider still. Instantly the need to orgasm was hurtling toward me again. I’d been hovering and now I was speeding toward it.
He lifted his head. “I want your mouth,” he said. “Take me.”
I wailed in annoyance that my climax hadn’t arrived but the sound was barely out and his cock was prodding at my lips.
Quickly I opened up. Greedy as always for his taste.
He slid in, the thickness of him filling my mouth as he supported the base of my neck, holding me to him.
“Ah yes, dah, dah,” he moaned.
I wished I could see him. I adored the dreamy expression he always got when I sucked him off. But for today I was blind—blind and buzzing with need.
“I love fucking your mouth,” he said, sinking deep but not so much that I gagged. He knew his full length would do that to me. “And I love fucking your ass, but your pussy, that’s my favorite part of you to fuck, Mrs. Arefyev. Your hot, tight pussy. You want me to do that now, don’t you? While your ass is full you want my dick in your cunt.”
I nodded the best I could. It was absolutely what I wanted and I couldn’t wait to experience the sensation of being stuffed full in both holes.
But wait I did. Vadmir was in no hurry to fuck my cunt and he continued to ride in and out of my mouth. He spoke in Russian several times, low, grunting words that I couldn’t decipher even though I knew more of his language each day.
Finally, he withdrew and settled above me. I searched for his mouth and he captured mine with his. As our tongues tangled I wondered if he enjoyed the flavor of himself that I passed to him.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he said, breaking the kiss and easing his cock into me. “So hard you will be heard screaming in America.”
“Yes, yes…” God it was a tight fit. He’d only just started to penetrate me and the hot flesh of his cock was stretching my pussy. My full ass had diminished the available space in my pussy.
“I love no condoms,” he muttered. “I love you all hot and wet on my skin.”
“Yes,” I managed. “Hot and wet.”
He prodded higher but didn’t get far. “Rest your muscles, let me inside you.”
“I’m trying, I’m so… so turned on. I want to come.”
“And you will soon, let me fill you up first.” Again he curled his hips under. This time he had more success and eased into my wet channel.
I groaned. It was a loud chesty sound that I let erupt from my throat.
He matched it with a groan of his own and sank to full depth.
“Vadmir, oh God, yes!” I shouted, yanking my arms and locking my legs around the backs of his thighs. “Fuck, that’s so much.”
And it was. I was so full of him. The divine fullness in my ass and his thick cock in my pussy had made me forget where I ended and he began. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
I didn’t need to shout instructions because he was already doing just that. He was pumping in and out of me. Each shunt dragging his pubis over my clit and thrusting me up the bed.
Sweat popped on my body and my shoulders hurt from the strain of fighting my bondage. I got lost in the Technicolor flashing behind the blindfold.
My orgasm was there and I screamed with the relief of finally coming.
Still Vadmir kept on fucking me. His energy increased as if spurred on by my climax.
My breasts, still heavy with the clamps, jiggled and swayed and my pussy spasmed and clenched his cock. My breaths were hard to catch and my pulse was thumping to a crazy tempo in my ears.
“Again,” he said, biting at my neck and then my collarbone. “Again.”
He bashed against my clit and before I knew it his thudding, thrusting rhythm had me orgasming again. I wailed his name and clenched my fists. On and on it went like waves washing over me, each one a swarm of pleasure. I bucked and squirmed wanting more and taking it.
“Ah, that’s it, that’s it, now me…” he said. With one forceful surge he buried deep and released his cum.
I was hot and trembling and my mind a haze of ecstasy. I tightened my hold on him with my legs and rejoiced in his semen discharging into my body.
He gave three more powerful lunges, gasping my name each time, and then stopped.
For a few minutes we said nothing. We were just frozen in our joined position catching our breaths and enjoying the final pulses of pleasure that trembled over our flesh.
“That was amazing,” he said, finally pulling out. “And good that no one could hear you.”
I giggled. “What I that loud?”
“Yes.” He set a hot kiss over my lips and then tugged off the blindfold.
I blinked in the sudden bright light. I’d been lost in my own dark world that consisted only of sensations.
“Do you like these?” he asked, cupping my breast just beneath the clamps.
I looked down. “Oh, very pretty.” As he’d said they were gold with rubies set in them. “Are they staying on?”
“No, they’ll get too hot in the sun, but another time you can wear them for the whole day.”
I shifted my arms. “Can you undo me?”
“No.”
“Why not?” I looked up at his face. His cheeks were red and his lashes had lightened a little in the sunshine but his eyes were still flashing with wicked ideas.
“Because I haven’t finished with you yet.”
He hadn’t? Oh Jesus, I wasn’t sure how much I could take. I’d just had the most wonderful multiple orgasm at the hands of an expert tormentor.
“What else is there?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous.
“When these come off it’s going to be intense,” he said, touching the right nipple clamp. “I want you to enjoy that.”
He slid his other hand between my legs and gently rubbed over my super-sensitive clit.
I moaned and thought about shifting away but then stayed. I liked his touch too much.
“Come again,” he said.
“I can’t.”
“You can, I want you to.” He kissed over the clamp. “And I’m not untying you until you do.”
“Oh God.”
“He won’t save you.”
My clit was vibrating under his touch, the first spark of pressure building.
“Like this,” he said, suddenly releasing the right clamp.
“Oh fuck,” I shouted. A mass of swirling, boiling heat shot from my nipple to my clit. It was as if all the blood stored there was pure potent pleasure.
“Come,” he said, upping the speed of his fingers.
I did. It was there. It grabbed me and thrust my body up and then down the bed. The butt plug shifted, increasing the tension in my pelvis and giving my innards something solid to spasm against.
He released the other clamp and the sensation doubled.
I screamed again, wailed and called his name.
His mouth hit down on mine in a passionate kiss. He captured my cries of pleasure and continued to eke them from me.
My clit was bubbling with release. I’d never felt anything like it. My body was singing to his tune, doing exactly what he wanted it to do, it was out of my control. He was in me, on me and shooting ecstasy through me.
“Ah, ah, Vadmir,” I said, a sob bubbling up from my chest. “It’s so much. Too much. No more.”
He lifted up and with one quick tug my arms were free and my clit no longer being stimulated.
A single tear rolled down my cheek.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” He dragged me close and curled his arms and legs around me.
“Shh…” I pressed my index finger to his lips. “Don’t say sorry.”
“But you have a tear.” He caught it on his thumb. “Why are you crying? Did it hurt in a bad way?”
“No. No it was all good. I’m just…”
“What?” His brow creased. “What is it? Tell me.”
“I’m just so happy that I can be like this with you.”
“Like what?” A small smile crept onto his lips.
“That we can trust each other so much.”
“I love that, too. And damn, you are the sexiest, most responsive, giving woman on the planet and I can’t wait to make you my wife.”
“It won’t be long.”
“No, and in the meantime…”
“What?”
“We need to carry on rehearsing the wedding night,” he said.
“I like the sound of that.”
He slid his hand down my back and rested it over the crack of my ass cheeks. “Which might include, as you suggested, you tying me to the bed and doing whatever you want.”
I grinned and clenched around the plug. My pelvis shuddered and another tremor of bliss shivered its way over my body. The idea thrilled me as much as what we’d just done.
“I think this is definitely something we’ll take turns at.” I stroked my finger down his cheek and rested it over his sternum. “And I can’t wait to have your sexy body to play with, I think you’re going to like it.”
He laughed. “I think you’re going to be a tease.”
“What like you were?”
“I hardly teased you at all.” He looked indignant.
“Oh, you really did.”
He suddenly rolled me over so that I was on top of him. “I love you,” he said, capturing my cheeks in his hands.
“Ya tebya lyublyu,” I whispered onto his lips.
He pushed my hair over my ears and grinned. “You learnt it in Russian.”
“Of course. Our bodies speak the same language, it’s about time our tongues did, too.”
He smiled and kissed me again. It seemed our tongues spoke the same language already, and as I let myself get lost in him I marveled at how lucky I’d been to catch myself a hot Russian boy who was pretty damn nifty with a hockey stick and who also could keep up with me in the bedroom.
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Rookie Rules!
Chapter One
“It’s perfect, stunning, but…hang on, there’s a crease.” I fluffed my best friend Samantha’s lacy white veil. I was more nervous than her. We’d been in a whirlwind of excitement planning this day for two months and now, suddenly, it was here.
“I’m sure it’s fine, Harmony,” Samantha said, brushing her hand over the copious amounts of tulle that bushed out Cinderella-style from just above her hips.
I pulled in a deep breath, stopped fussing and stepped back to admire her. Samantha was always beautiful, even when she’d just rolled out of bed, but today she was a vision of loveliness. Her masses of soft blonde hair were piled high and topped with a small silver tiara from Tiffany & Co. Her vintage veil had belonged to her husband-to-be’s Russian grandmother and hung over her face and down her back. Her dress was made to measure and designed by Carolina Herrera. She held a bunch of pale pink roses, each one with a Swarovski crystal in the center. The bouquet sparkled as she moved, as though stars from the night sky had fallen into it.
“You look beautiful, darling,” her father said. “In fact, so beautiful I’m not convinced about all this giving-you-away business.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, kissing his cheek. “You know I’ll always be your little girl.”
He smiled and I could see love pouring from his eyes.
“The music is playing,” said Darya, my fellow bridesmaid, her accent strong. “My brother will be anxious, Samantha, and he is not a patient man.”
Samantha laughed. “Don’t I know it. Oh, hang on, wait a minute. Daddy, do you have that package I gave you earlier?”
