Page 41 of Preferential Treatment

She giggled. “Guess what happens now.”

He had no idea. Between the feel of her pussy squeezing him and the shock of his defeat, he couldn’t piece two thoughts together.

“I’m feeling generous,” she purred, arching back against him. She reached up, sliding her hands around the back of his neck while her hips ground taunting circles. “You can come inside me.”

It didn’t seem possible, but he somehow went even more rigid. “Knyazhna,” he rasped. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing.” She bounced a little, forcing an animalistic groan from him. Her fingernails scored up and down the nape of his neck. “I beat you, and now I’m going to fuck you. You’re the spoils of war. Now, make me come, and then you can have yours.”

His hands were on her immediately, stroking, gripping, squeezing. His movements were almost frantic, desperate to feel every inch of her, to take full advantage of the free reign he’d been given. He half-expected to be reprimanded for his clumsy enthusiasm, but instead, Kate arched into his hands, soft moans rising in her throat as she ground down on him, her pussy squeezing his cock like a fist.

Mikhail slid one hand beneath her sweater, reaching up to grasp the soft weight of one breast through the tissue-fine lace of her bra. Her nipple was a stiff point against his palm. He stroked his thumb over it, pulling stuttering breaths from Kate, making her pussy clench harder. He slid his other hand between her thighs, gently circling two fingers over the peak of her clit.

“Ah! Yes—right there. Oh god. Yes.”

Mikhail couldn’t keep the rest of his body under control anymore. He planted his heels against the floor and worked his hips, thrusting up into her with desperate, rocking digs.

“Oh, good boy, good boy,” she panted, rolling her hips with his thrusts. “Just like that. Such a good—” Kate’s words were lost in a sudden cry. Her nails dug into his nape as her spine arched and her legs shook. Her pussy squeezed his cock in rolling waves, snapping through the last thread of his self-control.

Mikhail shuddered and groaned, clutching onto Kate for dear life as his climax barreled through him. Pulse after pulse of hot, all-consuming pleasure seized him, thunder and lightning in his veins, wildfire across his skin. He felt his come jetting into the hot clasp of her body, and that primal satisfaction only intensified the unbearable ecstasy.

When he came back to his senses, Kate was slumped against him, breathing raggedly, fingertips tracing restlessly over his arms. He could hold her like this forever, and never tire of it.

That thought was immediately chased by a flash of cold dread. No, he could not hold her forever. This would end. He needed it to end.

Another contradictory feeling had him tightening his hold on her, clutching her tightly against him. She was warmth and comfort and pleasure in a way that felt separate from the sex. He didn’t know what to do with that feeling. Despite the warm glow, it felt threatening. Dangerous.

Kate blew out a heavy breath, pushing against the arms of the chair to sit up straight. Mikhail resisted for a second, keeping hold of her.

“Let me go,” she said with a laugh.

Her playfulness only made the warm glow worse. For his own sake, he forced himself to obey, releasing her. Kate eased herself up gently. His softening cock slid free of her, leaving a trail of his come down her thigh.

Before this had even begun, Kate had provided Mikhail proof that she was on birth control—an IUD, something she couldn’t forget to take. Even so, the sight of his seed dripping out of her filled him with a feral pleasure he’d never experienced before. He’d given that to her—or she’d taken it from him. If she wanted, she could secretly take out that IUD and tie them together forever. The idea of being trapped like that, by Kate, sent an unexpected lance of sharp arousal through him.

Dangerous. She was the most dangerous woman he’d ever known.

Kate tsked, drawing his attention to her flushed, bright-eyed face. Her clothes were rumpled and askew, but she was still dressed, gazing down at his naked body with an expression of amused disdain.

His cock pulsed again.

“You’re a mess,” she said, scorn in her voice, but a smile in her eyes.

“I know.”

“I’m going to go clean up. You should, too.” She started for the door.

“Let me clean you.” The words came out without thought.

She paused, considering. “Alright.”

He took her to the nearest guest bedroom, through to the en suite bathroom where, to his surprise, Kate stripped entirely. He watched in mute astonishment as her body was revealed in portions. First the skirt gone, then the sweater. Stockings next, then panties, finally the bra.

It was the first time he’d seen her whole body. Her pale skin was gleaming with sweat, her thighs streaked with his drying semen. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, tipped with light pink nipples. There was a small birthmark on her left hip, a slightly darker splotch of skin, shaped vaguely like a heart.

Kate crossed her arms beneath her breasts, raising her eyebrows. His silent staring had gone on too long. Jarring himself into motion, he stepped into the shower stall and got the water running. When it was warm, he ushered Kate in.

“Are you cold-blooded?” she yelped, ducking out of the spray.

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