Page 43 of Used By the Bratva

She gasps as I blow a warm breath over her nipples, watching them pucker for me, and goose bumps cover her skin.

The way her body responds to mine overwhelms me. I can’t remember the last time I went this long without sex, but it will be worth it when she screams my name as I fill her.

“All you have to do to make this stop is beg for me, Natalie. I’ll give you endless orgasms until you’re a quivering mess for me.”

When she looks at me before making a point of pressing her lips together, it’s clear she wants to play. She put up all that fuss before, and now she’s desperate for more.

I put the knife away, nestling myself between her legs.

My fingers brush over her pussy, swirling her arousal around the sensitive bud between her legs. Those deep brown eyes stare down at me, lust-filled and hungry.

Her sweet moans as my thumb skims over her clit makes me almost lose my concentration. She writhes against the bed, hips rising and falling, wrists and ankles pulling at her restraints.

“More.” A whispered breath.

I pull away. “That’s not begging, is it, Natalie? Beg for me.”

Her loud moans fill the room as I slip one finger into her soaked channel, letting her inner walls clamp around me. When I keep my finger still, pressing against the quivering side of her pussy, she rolls her hips, trying to feel more.

I add a second finger, crooking them against her g-spot.

“Yes. Oh, yes. Yes.” She chants again and again.

Right as she’s about to crash over the edge of an orgasm, I pull my fingers out.

Natalie lifts her head as high as she can, looking down at me. “Please?”

It’s not begging but the first breathless stage of submission she’s reached.

“No.”

It takes every ounce of my willpower not to surrender and give her what she wants. I groan and drag my tongue through her folds, licking and sucking on the puffy flesh and lapping up her juices. What a fucking sweet taste.

I tease her, nipping my way up and down her thighs, keeping her delirious with pleasure even though I haven’t given her an orgasm yet.

She wiggles and whimpers as I take her swollen clit into my mouth and graze it with my teeth. As I push my tongue into her, her legs begin to tremble.

I pull away from her again, kissing my way up her body. Her little growl of frustration has me biting down on her nipple, dragging it between my teeth until she’s arching off the bed.

Flattening my tongue against the stiff little peak, I soothe away the sting, licking her until her breath is coming in quick pants.

“I don’t think you deserve to come yet, do you?” I repeat the process to her other nipple, looking up at her to see a tear slip down her cheek.

“You must be desperate for me by now, Natalie.”

“Yes.”

I push two fingers inside her again, my cock twitching at the thought of replacing them. She rolls her hips, grinding down into my hand as her back arches deeper, straining against the restraints.

“Please. Please. I need you. Please let me come.”

“So, you do know how to beg.” I kiss her neck, her pulse fluttering beneath my lips as I bite down on the sensitive skin before sucking the sting away, leaving a dark mark.

I have marked her so everyone can see it; she belongs to me. She is mine.

“Please.” Natalie looks at me, but her gaze is hazy with lust, a sheen of sweat on her forehead and curling the short little hairs around her face.

“Since you asked so nicely.” I rock my fingers harder into her, my thumb pressing against her clit with each thrust.

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