Page 21 of Forced By the Bratva

“Yes, I find you intriguing.” I laughed a little at his honest response.

“Jones wouldn’t let me post much once I finished school,” I admitted.

“I see,” I heard him sigh. “Let’s forget that then. Now, I want you to fold your arms over each other and take hold of your nightgown. Can you do that?”

I giggled as I replied. “Okay, I am holding it.”

“Move your hips from side to side as you slowly pull it up and over your head.” He took a deep breath as he spoke. “Now close your eyes and imagine me standing there. I am right before you, kissing your neck. Can you feel me?”

Dropping the nightgown to the floor, I closed my eyes and placed my hands on my neck. “Yes,” I breathed out.

“Slowly move your hands down over your breasts to your panties.”

I did as he asked and couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips.

“Oh, yes, princess,” he puffed into the phone. “Slowly push your panties to the floor and get into the tub.”

Placing the phone on the side of the tub, I stepped in and sank down into the bubbles. My mind was running a thousand miles an hour. Hearing him confess his stalkerish behavior was something we would discuss another time. I wasn’t sure whether I should be flattered or scared. There was a moment of silence as my mind pondered the idea.

“Princess?” I heard him saying, pulling me back to the present. “You still there?”

Leaning back, I slid further down into the water, wetting my face and hair. Coming back up, I wiped my face and pushed my hair back. “I’m still here,” I whispered. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Oh, I am, but we are waiting for some of the others, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to call, and I’m glad I did. I’m in one of the entertainment rooms at the den.” Piotr breathed out heavily before continuing. “The door is locked. So, tell me… Are you in the tub?”

“Yes, I am,” I said slightly reluctantly.

“Good,” he breathed out. “Tell me how the water feels on your skin?”

I felt my stomach turning as he spoke. Glancing down at the bubbles covering me, I considered my answer.

Before I could reply, he spoke again. “Push yourself up and down in the tub and explain to me how the water running over you makes you feel, princess.” His voice was low and smooth.

I had never done something like this before but was intrigued. Gradually, I allowed my body to slide down into the hot water. Using my feet, I pushed back up gently.

“The water is hot, heating my body as I slide down,” I said, grinning. “The bubbles on top are cooler. Coming back up, it feels like they’re kissing my skin.”

Piotr breathed hard into the phone. “Oh, princess,” he uttered between breaths. “I wish I could see your silky-smooth skin sparkling from the bubbles. Look down. Is your skin sparkling?”

“Well,” I replied softly. Glancing at my body, I felt my stomach stirring again. I felt vaguely mischievous and was fascinated by the new sensations surging through me. “My skin does appear to have a faint glittering.”

Piotr sounded like he was breathing harder. “Oh, yes, tell me more. Don’t stop; describe yourself and everything you feel, princess.”

I could hear his breathing change. I wasn’t sure why, but I suspected he was touching himself while I spoke. It felt dirty but nice at the same time. I lay smiling as I continued. It was a new experience. It was more intense than our usual naughty chats. I felt glad that he couldn’t see me.

“As I push up in the water, the bubbles settling on my breasts cool my skin. My nipples are erect from the coolness.” I giggled quietly. Rubbing my legs together, I felt a heat rising between them.

“I would love to touch your tender breasts,” Piotr huffed into the phone.

I felt my cheeks redden and glow as I blushed at the idea.

“Open and close your legs, princess. Tell me how it feels,” he whispered. His voice was warm. I could hear him breathing harder and sharper. “I’m there with you, pushing my dick in between your legs,” he added.

I lay my head back on the side of the tub and closed my eyes. Moving my legs to the sides and back, sent a light shiver up my body. “The water,” I said, breathing in slowly.

“Yes,” Piotr replied.

“It’s warm, touching my thighs gently as I move. Sliding my hands over my breasts, I feel them reacting to my touch. The water is making delicate waves over my…” I stopped and opened my eyes. Piotr was moaning over the phone.

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