Page 5 of Auctioned to the Bratva

Oh, how I missed my home in Los Angeles now, the things we could do there. I scolded myself under my breath as I realized I had not packed any of my toys. I came here intent on relaxing, and I brought nothing. What was I thinking? Where was my mind when I left? Roman had caught me off guard with his invitation; that must have been it.

As my mind wandered to my bedroom and the fixtures I had designed for total absorption into sex, I felt my dick start to throb. I smiled at myself as just the thought of having Irina here aroused me. The doorbell chimed, bringing me back to the present.

I opened it and allowed the young, dark-haired server to push the trolley into the room. I gave him a good tip and locked the door as he left. After pouring her a glass of champagne, I quickly walked through the living area, scanning various chairs. I was seeking something that would give me full access.

There were two double couches and two single ones, but the one in the middle differed from the rest. All the couches were facing toward the door and lined nicely along the wall-to-floor windows. I walked to the one in the middle.

As I stood looking down at the chaise lounge, I knew this was the one. I fluffed the pillows on it and placed them on one side of the chaise. Suddenly, I heard a glass making contact with a bottle behind me. Turning, I saw she was pouring herself another glass. I didn’t even hear her come back in or drink the first glass, but that wasn’t important.

I was sure she must be feeling nervous as she quickly drank the second glass as well. Taking the glass from her handand filling it again, I led her over to the chaise. As she sat down, I handed her the glass, and she beamed up at me.

Glancing back at the second glass next to the bottle, I decided not to have any more. I did not like mixing my drinks and wanted to be fully present for this evening. The room was too bright and quiet, we needed music.

I walked to the cabinet by the entrance and found the TV remote. Her eyes followed me as I moved, I could feel them on me. I wondered what she was thinking as I first turned the lights down. Then I scrambled through the stations, found one playing love songs, and decided it would work. Most women preferred that kind of music.

With the mood set, I returned to the chaise pulling the trolley with me and parking it next to us. The sky outside was darker than usual, and I could hear the wind lashing at the sides of the building. It sounded like a storm was approaching. After turning up the volume some more, I slowly sat down beside her and placed my hand on her leg just above the knee.

Her dress lay the perfect distance from her knee as my hand fitted nicely between the two. Her skin felt soft and warm. I turned to her and shifted my hand slightly up. She let out a gasp. I felt her body tense under my touch and leaned forward.

“If you want to stop at any time, just say so, okay?” I whispered in her ear. Her face turned crimson, and her smile appeared tight. She turned her head slightly and nodded in agreement before swallowing the remainder of the champagne in her glass.

I took the glass from her and set it on the table next to the chaise. She sat with her hands in her lap as I turned back. I placed one hand on hers and smiled as I leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Trying again, I returned my hand to just above her knee. She sat still as I moved closer. I slightly shifted my hand up her thigh, her skin warm and tender under my touch. She did not move as I came closer and kissed her on the lips.

Her lips were full and warm, instantly, I knew I wanted more of her. She tasted sweet and didn’t resist when my tongue entered her mouth. As we kissed, I felt the throbbing deepen and knew soon I would have to make adjustments. I pulled back, smiling warmly at her, “Excuse me just for a second,” I said as I rose and headed to the bathroom.

Glancing back, I noticed her smoothing her skirt out across her legs. I closed the door behind me and breathed in deeply as I loosened my pants and shifted my dick upright. Opening the tap, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face also appeared slightly red, but could be from the drinks. Never before had I been shy, and I didn’t feel nervous, so there could be no other reason.

After I rinsed my face a couple of times, I made sure I was comfortable and zipped up my pants. Heading back to the living area, Irina looked like a Russian goddess. She had moved on the chaise and now lay perched to one side. Her right elbow was holding her upper body in place, and the dress strap had slipped off the shoulder of her right arm.

She didn’t appear to notice that the bodice of her dress had also shifted, and the top half of her right breast was exposed. Her legs were bent, with her feet also on the chaise. Her left arm rested on her thigh.

As I walked closer, I could see it, I would shift her down and push her left leg over the back of the chaise. The right one can go down to the floor, and I would have complete access.Sweat formed in my palms as I neared her, and I wiped them instinctively on my pants.

I didn’t want to scare her, so I had to make this slow. This was going to be a bit uncomfortable for me at first, but I knew it would only be for a while. I didn’t mind, as she truly was unique. I knelt next to the chaise, grabbing hold of my pants with my left hand for some control.

With my right hand, I slipped the other strap down her shoulder and moved in. Gently, I placed a kiss on her cheek, and then on her neck. She took a deep breath as my lips found her shoulder bone and moved toward the top of her breasts.

She exhaled slowly, and I was sure I could hear her heart racing. I sat back on my legs and traced the line above her dress with the tip of my finger. Her skin was warm but, oh, so very soft.

I altered my position so I could reach her legs as well. I drew a line first up, one from her toes to the rim of her dress and then the other leg as well. She smiled as I stood and took her around the waist, shifting her down on the chaise onto her back.

Her half-exposed breast, now almost completely out of the dress, taunted me. I couldn’t help but reach out and caress it with my fingers. She glanced down, and her face turned cherry red as she realized her breast was exposed. She brought a hand up to cover it, but I stopped her.

She closed her eyes as my hands pressed hers back to her sides. My hands traveled along her body and down to her feet. I slowly moved my hands up and over her calves. As I crossed her knees, I stopped and squeezed her thighs before moving further. I exhaled deeply as I tried to calm my thoughts so my throbbing dick would relax.

I felt her legs tighten as she pressed her thighs together. Her eyes were still closed, and her mouth looked tense. I slowlymoved and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She relaxed as my tongue sought a way in, and she eventually parted her lips.

Soon, I felt her legs also ease up, and I moved back down placing kisses along her body as I went. Every kiss had an arch or a wiggle effect on her, and I knew her body wanted more. When my hands sought passage this time, I felt her legs parting slightly.

All that was left between us now was her dress and panties. I breathed in deeply as my hands slowly went back to her knees and moved up her thighs, dragging her skirt with them. I wrapped my fingers around the sides of her underwear and pulled them down.

She gasped as they came with no struggle, and I dropped them to the floor. Leaning back in, I moved my hands ever so slowly back up, starting at her feet again. As I went, I placed tender kisses up those silky soft legs.

Gripping the hem of her dress as I moved closer to my end goal, I was sure to take the skirt with me. As I reached the top of her legs, I flipped the skirt over and placed my hands on her upper thighs.

Irina’s eyes opened as she came up toward me, grabbing hold of my hands. “Wait,” she whispered in a barely audible voice. She was shaking her head from side to side.

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