Carefully, I stand, holding her tight against my chest with her legs slung over one arm while the other supports her back, and walk to my bedroom. Using my elbow, I turn on the light and lay her on the turned down bed. First I remove her shoes, then her pants, and lastly her shirt, until she is only in her bra and a tiny scrap of fabric that barely covers her cunt. My fingers itch to remove those, too, but I leave them. I do, however, remove her bra.
In the center of Natalya’s small breasts, her red nipples are as hard as diamonds, no doubt from the cold. I cover her with the sheet and blanket, remove my sweatpants, and crawl in behind her to curl my body around hers. My cock nestles in the V of her ass and I palm her breast. Unable to resist, I pinch the hardened tip. Her back arches and I slip even further between her legs. The heat of her cunt burns in the most delicious way. I slide my hand down her stomach and beneath the satin covering her.
She’s completely bare of any pubic hair. I don’t want anything getting in my way of feeling and tasting every inch of her. I circle Natalya’s clit with my fingers and she pushes into my hand, increasing the pressure of my touch. A tiny whimper spills from her lips. I find the best movement and keep rubbing. Soon, she’s soaked my hand. Even in sleep, she responds so well. Her body knows what it wants, despite the fact that her mind still fights me.
I continue my sensual assault, circling and rubbing her little swollen nub, and then slowly ease a finger into her tight channel. Fuck. She squeezes me so well. I rock my hips a little, creating friction against my cock and torturing myself with the fact that I can’t bury it deep inside her. Not yet. I want my solnishko fully awake when I fuck her the first time.
Natalya moans and then shudders as her orgasm hits and more wetness spills from her soaking her panties and my hand. I give her clit a little pinch that makes her tremble once more before bringing my fingers up to my mouth and licking all her juice from them. She’s got a sweet but musky flavor. I can’t wait to drink it directly from the source.
Ignoring the almost primal need to fuck her, I palm her breast again and close my eyes. There will be time soon enough to satisfy my desires.
I’ve always woken with the sun and today is no different. The light is muted by the blacked-out windows, but still the heat of it rouses me. Natalya is plastered to my side, her head on my shoulder, an arm thrown over my chest, and her leg wrapped around mine. Her glorious hair is a tangled mess spread out across the pillow behind her. She’s never been more beautiful. As though sensing my gaze on her, her eyelids slowly open, then widen, and she shoves herself away from me with a shriek. I barely catch her before she tumbles over the side.
“Oh my god, why am I naked?” She tries covering herself, but I pin her arms above her head, which pushes her chest out.
She kicks and thrashes so I throw my leg over hers, effectively holding her in place. Keeping her wrists bound together in one of my hands I palm her breast, gently kneading it, and then plucking the sweet, pebbled tip. She twists and curses at me, trying to get me to release her, but she only succeeds in turning me on even more. My cock thickens against her thigh and all her movements cease.
“That’s better.” I keep my eyes on her breast as I circle the nipple with the tip of my finger. First the left, then the right. Beneath my touch, they grow even harder. Tighter. Without stopping the circling motion, I raise my gaze to hers.
Fear and arousal war with each other in her eyes, which have shifted to bright green. She bites her bottom lip so hard, I’m surprised she hasn’t made herself bleed. For a brief moment, I want her to, so I can swipe my tongue across it and lap up her blood. I want to taste her.
“You’re naked because that is how you will sleep with me,” I finally answer her. “I want access to your body when you’re in my bed. Your breasts. Your cunt. Your ass. They all belong to me, Natalya. Don’t forget why you’re here.”
Tears well in her eyes and one spills out of the corner, gliding down her temple to disappear in her hair. “Don’t hurt me.”
I recoil. “Why would I hurt you? You will feel nothing but pleasure from me. You got a small glimpse of how it will be between us last night. You came apart so prettily in my arms.”
“What?” she shakes her head. “No.”
“Oh, yes.” I slide my hand down and cup her cunt over her panties. Then I slowly rub my finger up and down the seam, adding just a little pressure when I graze her clit. “You don’t remember how you pushed your sweet heat into my hand. How you silently begged for more. Fuck, you taste so good.”
I keep up the movement and soon Natalya’s panties are soaked again. A small amount of blood appears on her lip. I lean forward and lick it off her. She moans and I raise up to meet her gaze. The fear has melted away, leaving only arousal in its place. She parts her legs a little further, something I’m not sure she’s even aware of, and her eyes drift shut. My finger pauses at her clit and through the wet fabric, I rub it the way she liked me to last night. Just as she’s about to reach her peak, I pull my hand away and roll out of the bed to stand over her.
Her eyelids fly open with a cry of disappointment. When her gaze drops to my cock she swallows. The movement causes more pre-come to leak from the tip as I picture her swallowing my seed. But I told her I want her begging for me to fuck her. Based on the way she’s staring at my swollen length, I won’t have to wait long.
CHAPTER FIVE
Natalya
My body is going haywire. I’d been so close and then…nothing. I stare at Sasha’s hard length and swallow. How is he even going to fit? A cool draft crosses over me, and I shudder. The satin sheets make me feel both dirty and decadent in ways I never knew existed before. With the cold air, my body craves his warmth like an addict. My hand grazes my belly and comes away wet. My fingertips rub back and forth through Sasha’s pre-come. I wonder what it tastes like? As though reading my thoughts, his nostrils flare and I swear he grows larger before my eyes. He’s impressive, and not just because he’s the Bratva’s enforcer. A title he’s definitely earned.
“Enough, solnishko.” He grabs my wrist and tugs me up and out of the bed.
“Hey, let go!”
Sasha ignores my plea as I stumble behind him into a large bathroom suite that’s brightly lit. I ignore my topless state for a moment and stare at the glittering white marble walls with veins of gold shot through it. My nipples tighten from the cold, but all I can focus on is the prettiest bathroom ever. Not that I have many to compare it to. This one could belong to an upscale hotel or one of those mega-mansions owned by some famous celebrity. The whole space glows under warm fluorescent lighting and heat kisses my feet.
“Why is the floor so warm?” I scrunch my toes.
“Hmm?” He murmurs and puts fluffy towels on a rack before turning on the shower. One that is nearly big enough to host a small dinner party.
“The floor, Sasha.”
“My sweet little dancer has not known such luxury before?” He gently palms my neck and directs me toward the warm cascading water.
He isn’t hurting me, but I still shake my head to try and tug his domineering hand off me. Of course, he refuses to let go until I step inside the steamy shower where he backs me up against the wall so the water can reach me but not hit me in the face. The glass walls fog up quickly, enclosing us in a private oasis.