Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Let me see this gorgeous ass.” I turn her around to face the far shower wall, so her face is out of the spray. “Hands against the wall, printsessa.”
She doesn’t obey.
I smack her ass. It’s still pink from the spanking I gave her in the bedroom, and the water makes my slap stingier–I know because it stings my palm.
She gasps and whirls to glare at me over her shoulder.
I crowd in close again, gripping her nape to kiss her thoroughly. “Show me your pretty ass,” I murmur, more coaxing this time, while my hold on her is firm. I turn her to face the wall again, catching her left wrist to press her palm against the tile. “Other hand,” I prompt.
She lifts it then stops herself, pausing midair, as if she obeyed automatically then wanted to show me I’m not her master.
I wrap my larger palm over her hand slowly, and interlace my fingers over the tops of hers. I kiss her temple, her jaw, the side of her neck, and I ease her second hand into place against the wall. “Good girl,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.
A shudder runs through her.
“Did you just come, malyshka?” My voice is a low rumble against her skin. I bring my fingers between her legs to feel what’s going on. “Are you clenching down here for me?”
Her pelvic floor lifts and lowers, fluttering with a small climax.
“That’s good, angel. You’re so perfect.” I kiss her shoulder. “So responsive.”
I pick up the bar of soap and get more lather then soap her back, her waist, the crack of her ass.
She moans, pitching forward more, arching for me.
“This is what I wanted to see.” I stand to the side and stroke a loving hand over her plump ass, exploring every centimeter. “Fucking gorgeous.”
When I slide my hand over her pussy again, she moans.
“That’s it, pretty girl. I like it when you let go.” I crowd against her, grasping her breast with one hand as I tease her clit. My teeth graze her shoulder as I pinch her nipple hard enough to make her gasp and her pussy clench.
“Turn around.” I’m suddenly rough. Commanding. I spin her and push her back against the tile, then squat and lift one of her legs over my shoulder.
“Oh!” She clutches my head for stability as I bring my mouth to her dripping core.
I penetrate her with my tongue. “You need me here?” I demand, my voice rougher and deeper than normal.
“Oh!”
I reach up and pinch the other nipple. “Answer me, Lara-Love.”
Her core squeezes. I know she’s beyond turned on. Deep in the physicality. Almost in sub-space. Or maybe she’s there now. She offers no resistance other than not speaking, but loss of language can be a result of sub-space.
“What?” she asks in Russian, sounding dazed.
Good. She’s there.
I take over, releasing her from the obligation of speech or decisions. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” I tell her. “And then I’m going to decide if you get my fingers or my cock. And you’re going to be a good girl and take it. Understand?”
“Da.”
I’d prefer a yes sir, but I won’t ask for it tonight. Tonight is about her pleasure. Teaching her to yield to my lead. Showing her how well I can take care of her needs.
I need her trust to keep her safe.
But I desire her full surrender.
I want her on her knees every night for me, begging for my touch. My praise. For her release.
I don’t want to own her contractually. I want to fully possess my wife–body, mind, and fucking soul.
“That’s good.” I rub her clit with my thumb, and she jerks and whimpers with need. I lick into her, bathing her with the flat of my tongue, sucking her labia, penetrating. I penetrate her with my thumb and suck her clit, and she starts to cry out in short, staccato beats.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh.”
“That’s it, beautiful.” Time to switch things up. I want to keep her in a prolonged state of arousal before I let her come. It will make the orgasm all the juicer.
I stand and whip her around to face the wall again, delivering several medium-hard spanks to her round ass–right, left, middle.
“Oh! Wait! Why?” she cries out.
I grip her hips and twist her back to face me, pinning her pelvis against the wall and lifting her thigh to give me access to her core.
“Why what?” I kiss her hard, bending my knees so the head of my cock prods her entrance. “Why did I spank you?” I pull my face back enough to find her gaze and see confusion there.
I celebrate the fuck out of it. It means she was trying to please me. I tamed her, at least for this moment. This scene.
“Because your ass is too perfect not to spank, angel. Because it gives you fresh stimulation.”