In less than a minute of the exquisitely torturous back and forth, I’m on the verge of orgasm.
I whimper. “Please, Kage. Please.”
“Talk to me.”
“I need to come. Please make me come.”
“Oh, I will, baby. Just not yet.”
I groan in disappointment, burying my face into the sheets.
“I’m gonna keep going, but I don’t want you to come. I want you to hold back for me. Tell me to stop when you get too close.”
It’s hard to get even a word out between my labored breaths. “Why?”
His voice grows softer. “Because it will be that much more intense if you try to wait. It’ll build and build until you go supernova. I want to give that to you. I want to make you come harder than you ever have before. But if you don’t want that, you know what to say.”
There’s a distinct possibility I might die in this scenario, but I’m willing to take that risk.
My teeth clenched, I say, “Green.”
This time the blows come faster.
I don’t have time in between to recover from one before the next arrives, hot and burning. I moan at the end of it, then moan more loudly when I get his fingers sliding through my slick heat.
“Look at you spreading your legs wider for me,” he says, his voice low and raw. “Tilting your hips so I can see this beautiful pink pussy begging for my cock. This plump little clit begging for my tongue.”
He gently tugs on it. I nearly scream in pleasure, but groan into the sheets instead.
He slides his fingers all around my cleft, spreading my wetness around, fondling my pussy like it’s his favorite pet, all the while talking to me in his low, hypnotic voice, telling me how he adores me, how he needs me, how he can’t think straight when we’re apart.
On a sob, I say, “I’m close I’m right there oh god I’m there—”
He takes his fingers from between my legs and presses them to my lips, commanding, “Suck.”
I do, greedily, tasting myself on him. Dying for him to shove those fingers deep inside me, as deep as they can go.
He growls, “I’m gonna tie you up now. Tie you up, blindfold you, and fuck you. Before that, though, I’ll get you on your knees and make you suck my dick while I spank you some more, because I can’t get enough of this beautiful ass and how you respond to me.”
He switches to Russian and keeps talking.
I moan around the thick fingers stuffed into my mouth.
My eyes roll back into my head.
This is the best Christmas ever.
28
Nat
Kage pushes me to the floor beside the bed. He instructs me to get on all fours and says I’m to squeeze his thigh if I get too close to orgasm.
Then he spanks my bare ass over and over as I suck his cock and try desperately not to come.
When he pauses the spanking, running his open palm over my burning butt, I whine in the back of my throat, squeezing my thighs together to try to get some relief from the throbbing ache in my core.
“No, baby,” he says, breathing hard. “Not yet.”
One of my hands is wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock. The other rests, trembling, on his thigh. I take him deep into my throat, then pull back and swirl my tongue around the engorged head, licking the slit lovingly.
He groans. Then he leans over and fondles my breasts, cupping them in his rough hands and pinching my hard nipples, sending hot bolts of pleasure shooting straight down between my legs.
I whine again. I need so badly for him to fuck me that I’m on the verge of tears.
“Do you need my cock?”
I nod, sucking harder.
He takes my hand and moves it lower, so I’m cupping his balls. I gently squeeze them, earning me a soft moan. He threads a hand into my hair and grips the back of my head, flexing his hips in time to the strokes of my tongue.
When I glance up at him, his eyes are closed. His lips are wet and parted. Deep furrows cross his brow. Every muscle in his stomach is clenched.
He’s just as close as I am.
He whispers, “I love your mouth. Christ, that feels incredible.”
When I squeeze his thigh, he opens his eyes and gazes down at me. His pupils are dilated so wide, his irises are nearly obliterated.
He pulls my head back. His cock pops out of my mouth. He kisses me ravenously, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, then pulls me up onto the bed with his hands under my armpits.
Pushing me flat onto my back, he kisses me again, palming my sex and squeezing.
“I love this cunt, too,” he says roughly against my mouth. He slides a finger deep inside me, making me arch and moan. “And these beautiful tits.”
He lowers his head to my breasts. He sucks on a nipple, swirling his tongue around and around before gently biting down.
I shudder in pleasure, sinking my hands into his hair and pushing my chest closer to his mouth.
Into my ear, he says gruffly, “I love every fucking perfect part of you, all of you, inside and out, and I’ll never let you go, no matter what happens. Do you understand me?”
His voice is ragged, edged with desperation.
I open my eyes and find him gazing down at me with searing intensity. His face is flushed. He’s more emotional than I’ve ever seen him, his heart blazing in his eyes.
When I nod, he kisses me again, deeply, making a sound of pleasure low in his throat.
Then he breaks away and stands at the edge of the bed, looking down.
“You’re not to move or make a sound.”
His voice has changed. It’s dropped lower, becoming harder and darker. His expression has changed, too. It’s closed off. Impenetrable.
He’s in full Alpha mode.
Trembling, my skin on fire and my heart beating like mad, I nod again.
He moves to my dresser and yanks open a drawer. Not finding what he’s looking for, he yanks open another. He reaches in and pushes panties and bras aside, then turns to me, holding a pair of my stockings.
“Lie on your back in the middle of the bed.”
I scramble from the edge of the mattress to the middle, then lie down. Kage walks back to the bed and stands there looking at me, his hungry gaze roving over my naked body.
“Put your arms over your head and spread your legs.”
If my heart keeps doing what it’s doing, I’ll either pass out or die. In the meantime, I lift my arms, rest them on the pillow over my head, and slide my legs farther apart.
Kage wraps one of my stockings around my wrists and ties the ends together. Then he lifts my arms and uses the other stocking to tie my wrists to the slatted headboard of the bed. He tests the strength of the knots, jerking them until he’s satisfied that they’ll hold.
“Is the pressure too tight?”
“No. It’s okay.”
“Good. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable.”
He leans down and kisses me. Then, very lightly, he slaps me between my spread legs.
I jerk in surprise and gasp against his mouth. Heatwaves of pleasure rush out from my pussy, rippling through my body.
“Color?”
Panting, I whisper, “Green.”
Gazing into my wide eyes, he fondles me, pinching and stroking my soaked folds until I’m breathlessly squirming against his hand. Then he lightly slaps me again, making me moan like a porn star.
It feels incredible. Hot, intense, and incredible. I want him to do it again, but don’t dare ask.