Page 28 of Andrei's Solnyshko

I’m already panting with anticipation. I spread my legs and beg, “Please.”

“I won’t deny you. Not today.” He drags his finger along my slit and I sigh. He slides into my opening. His touch is more healing than any medication.

His eyes have an evil glint when he circles around my clint before pinching it. I gasp and his husky voice responds, “You are so fucking intoxicating.” He slides his finger over my swollen clit and I rock my hips but wince from my wound.

“Let me take care of you,solnyshko. From now on that’s my job. All I want to do is take care of you.”

I smile, “If you insist.”

“Good girl.”

He slides two fingers into me and rubs my clit slowly, the sensation building within me.

“Oh, don’t stop.”

“I should because you misbehaved, ignoring my orders. But I won’t because I love you so God damn much.”

He presses against my bundle of nerves and says, “I will spank you later.”

Those words and the pressure of his talented finger pressing and circling my clit causes me to explode. I scream his name.”

“Scream my name again, and I’ll give you another orgasm.”

“Andrei!”

He doesn’t let up and I feel myself tumble into another orgasm. My body shakes, it’s almost too much.

“That’s my good girl.”

He removes his fingers and sucks my juices off of them.

I smile drowsily, “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you, you taste so damn good, baby.”

“Thank you for loving me.”

“I do. I love you so fucking much.” He leans his forehead against mine and whispers, “So fucking much.” I smile and close my eyes and he says, “Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

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He, Roza and Chef Lionel spoil and take care of me, quickening my healing process. The bruises have faded and my leg feels much better. I don’t even think I need my cane anymore, but he insists I use it. When a man like Andrei insists, it’s just easier to do it.

He’s scared he’s going to harm my recovery that we haven’t had sex in over two weeks, and it’s killing me. But that doesn’t mean he’s withholding pleasure. The man is a god with his mouth,tongue, and fingers, and every night he makes me come, leaving me satiated if only for a short while. But I want him inside me. I want to feel him fill me with his cock, and I don’t think I can go another day.

I can’t even imagine how sexually frustrated he feels, but when I tried to go down on him he said I needed to focus on healing. I don’t think he understands how desperate I am to taste him. All of him.

I sit up at the sound of him opening the bedroom door. He’s gotten into the habit of bringing me breakfast in bed and it’s so endearing to see such a large, tattooed, and intimidating man carry a tray of food with a pink rose in a bud vase.

“Eat up, my angel. Today is the day.”

I bite into my buttery toast. “For what?”

“Your punishment.”

My sex clenches and my face reddens. “Punishment?”

“You didn’t listen to me the night you were taken.”

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