Page 81 of The Lazarov Bratva

With strong hands and deft movements, Kristof binds my calves to my thighs and finally removes the vibrator that’s been buzzing softly inside me all day.

The rush of heat that follows makes me moan, and I wiggle my hips as the last line of rope is secured in place. I’m bound and helpless, staring up at Kristof, who looms over me like a dark shadow. His silver eyes are almost black with lust, and my heart rate soars.

Suddenly, he grasps the chain linked to my collar and hauls me up onto my knees. It’s almost impossible to balance, especially when he slaps me suddenly and my cheek flares with heat and a stinging pain.

“I’ve dined you well,” he says, crouching and bringing his handsome face so close to mine. His grip on the chain prevents me from toppling backward, and I whimper softly.

“Such a treat for a whore, don’t you think? You’ve earned some rewards, but if you want to keep earning things, you have to keep being a good little slut for me or you’ll go back in that cage with nothing but the pillow for attention.”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out immediately. The change from gentle lover to Dom is so sudden, and my core clenches in anticipation. I’ve been good. If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get his cock.

“I will be good, Sir,” I say between small gasps as the collar restricts around my throat. “I’ll be the best I can be.”

“Good girl,” Kristof growls.

He straightens up, slides both hands into my hair for grip, and shoves his thick, long cock down my throat without so much as a warning.

I manage to suck in a desperate breath before he seals my airway with his length. We’ve done this often enough now that I know the signs, the subtle difference between whether he wants me to suck his cock or he wants to fuck my throat. This is the latter, given the strength of his grip as he keeps me balanced.

His hips piston into my face, and I close my eyes, focusing on snatching air when I can and relaxing my jaw and throat as much as I’m able. He holds such power in his hips, and each thrust barrels down my throat with an achingly familiar force. My core clenches, and wetness drips down my thighs. My entire body lights up as each thrust stokes the fire of desire raging through me.

If I’m good, an orgasm will be mine and he’ll be so fucking proud.

As Kristof’s thrusts begin to lose rhythm, I hum slightly to add some vibrations to the stimulation and prepare myself for the last few thrusts that will pump his cum down my throat.

Only, they don’t come.

Just as Kristof’s thrusts become feverish, he pulls free from my throat. I gasp loudly, coughing. His grip relaxes in my hair, and I fall back onto the ground with a grunt.

Why did he stop?

I open my eyes, and suddenly, Kristof’s hot cum spurts from above, landing in streaks across my face and neck. He’s coming on me, rather than inside me, and a sudden tightness flexes inside my chest.

Why didn’t he let me taste it?

Kristof moans and pants above me, rapidly stroking his cock a few more times. Ropes of his seed land across my lips, and I lick my lips, desperate for a taste. Before I can ask him what I did, why he didn’t come in my mouth, he’s kicking my shoulder to roll me over.

Face down in the dirt, bound tightly, I’m powerless to stop him, and my heart soars with excitement as my gut drops in disappointment. The plug in my ass is pulled free with a gentleness that vanishes the moment his thick cock thrusts inside me.

I moan into the dirt as he fills my ass with every inch he has to offer. One of his hands lands in the dirt beside my face, and I get a full view of his forearm tensing. His muscles are so defined with all the shadows around us, and my core aches for contact. Contact Kristof denies as he starts fucking my ass with wild abandon.

“That’s it,” he grunts above me. “Take it like the good fucking slut you are. If your parents could see you now, that you’re a whore hungry for cock all the time, would they be ashamed?” He moans, and his slightly rough beard tickles my back as he kisses between my shoulder blades. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk.”

And he does. The power and speed of his hips are unmatched, and he fucks the very air out of my lungs. With cum on my face, I try to keep my head out of the dirt, but it’s hard with how hard he pounds into me. He uses my body, fucking into me like it’s his only purpose in the world. Each thrust sends sparks of electricity through me, and my pussy throbs painfully in time to my rapid heart. I want him inside my pussy, I want him to fuck me to orgasm, but he’s denying me.

It’s frustrating and erotic all at the same time.

It’s not until Kristof reaches his end and pulls out, coming over my back instead of inside me, that I realize why he’s doing this. It’s embarrassing to be in the dirt, covered in cum rather than filled with it. It’s like he’s saying I’m not good enough to hold his seed, and my cheeks burn with the humiliation.

He gets off on it. I know that much.

He wipes his slick cock on my ass cheek, then grabs me by the ropes and hauls me upward.

“Please, Sir,” I gasp out as I’m carried as if weightless. “Please fuck me.”

The bark of a tree hits my back, and he holds me in place as he binds me to the tree like I’m nothing more than a decoration for his garden. When he leans close, his eyes are so dark I almost lose myself in the inky pools.

“No,” Kristof says.

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