Page 65 of Dancing With Distraction

I feel his erection press against my stomach and a plan forms in my head. I smile. “Let me take control.”

He chuckles, and it gives me a warm feeling inside. “That’s not how I roll.”

I run my tongue along his jaw and towards his ear, taking the lobe into my mouth and sucking gently. “Do you want to make this right or not?”

“More than anything.”

“Then let me be the one to fuck you.”

He groans, and I know I’m going to get my way. He releases my wrists and places his own hands out in front of him. A thrill shoots through me. “Where do you want me, Mistress?”

“On your fucking knees,” I whisper.

Dmitry

She left me in the dungeon ten minutes ago, tied to the bed. Tied to the fucking bed. Handing over control was certainly not part of my plan . . . ever, because I never relinquish control in any part of my life. But pleasing her was at the forefront of my mind, and I’d do anything to make Victoria happy, to keep her from walking out that door again.

I pull at the restraints, hoping she hasn’t quite secured them properly, but they don’t give. She’s been practising. I smirk at the thought.

A minute later, she strolls back into the bedroom with a glint of mischievousness in her eyes. It’s obvious she’s already enjoying every moment of being in control.

Her hands are hidden behind her back, making me instantly suspicious, and then I hear a low hum. A wide grin spreads across her face as she approaches me.

I begin to shake my head. “No fucking way, Victoria.” She’s going to do the one thing I forbid her to do.

I pull at the restraints a little harder as she straddles my waist, producing a vibrating bullet and holding it up like some fucking prize. Her eyes twinkle, matching the smirk on her face. “What was it you said about pleasing myself, Dmitry?” She pouts her sexy lips like she’s thinking, but she knows damn well what I fucking said. I watch as she drags the vibrating bullet along her thigh, gasping as she rubs it over her sweet spot with just the silk between it and her clit. “Oh wait, that’s right,” she continues, “I’m not to pleasure myself.”

She bites on her bottom lip as she pulls her underwear to one side. “Don’t you fucking dare, Victoria,” I growl. That’s the one thing she cannot do—control or not, her release is mine to give. My heart races as I watch her rub the toy over her sensitive bud, knowing I’m unable to stop her. She throws her head back and moans in satisfaction. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips so they glisten almost as much as I imagine the surface of that toy is glistening right now.

I groan, closing my eyes tight in frustration. My cock has never ached so badly, and my jaw twitches as she breathes out her next words. “Oh, Dmitry, this feels amazing.” She moans again for added effect, and my eyes shoot open as wetness coats my stomach. Her breathing comes in shallow, fast pants, and her head is still firmly back, like she’s having the fucking time of her life with her solo party.

“Undo these damn restraints now, Victoria,” I bark. I pull on them again, and the wood creaks under the strain.

I watch as her hand glides down her stomach and she dips one finger into her juices. I lick my lips in anticipation, but she takes it to her own mouth, sucking it clean.

My cock is aching to be deep inside her. Her finger collects more of her juices, but this time, she brings it to my lips, and my tongue darts out to taste her. I hum in approval as I suck it into my mouth and wrap my tongue around it.

“If you don’t let me free, Victoria?—”

She stops me by placing her finger to my lips. “You’ll do what, Dmitry?” She raises her eyebrows, waiting for my reply with a cocky grin and a smug expression on her face. “Remember who holds all the cards here,” she adds, like I don’t already fucking know, then she leans into my ear and nips at my lobe. I growl louder, making my frustration clear, as she pushes my head back onto the pillow. This woman is fucking killing me.

She places feather kisses all along my chest, and when she almost reaches my lips, I try to kiss her, but she pulls back, chewing on her lower lip and smiling down at me. “Who’s in control, Dmitry?” she asks, her voice low and sultry.

I take a calming breath. “You are,” I answer, clenching my jaw. “But don’t get fucking used to it,” I add. She giggles, and the sound relieves my tension. It’s like music to my ears. Tonight could have gone one of two ways, and I much prefer this over us fighting.

She crawls up my body until her knees are either side of my head. I can smell her arousal and it’s fucking intoxicating.

Her wetness teases me like sweet nectar, and I dart my tongue out, swiping it through her folds as I close my eyes in relief. Shivering at the simple stroke, she grabs the bed frame to steady herself and looks down between us. Now, I have her full attention.

I circle her sweet spot and can feel her legs shaking with anticipation. She lowers, giving me better access, and I smile against her pussy.

I lap at her, and when she shudders, I suck her clit into my mouth. Her legs quiver as she throws her head back, crying out as I suck harder. She tastes fucking divine. Rocking against my mouth while her orgasm rips through her, she releases and her juices coat my chin and mouth as I suck every last drop from her.

She slides back down until she’s sitting over my stomach, and she kisses me hungrily, tasting her own release. She reaches above my head and releases the restraints, and I grin. Now, it’s my turn to take control.

I flip her onto her back, and she squeals in surprise as I crawl over her body like a predator. “Payback’s a bitch, my krasota.” I smile down at her writhing beneath me.

Tori

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