Page 27 of Wicked Embers

My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache. A delicious soreness sends a shiver through me. I squeeze my eyes closed, not ready to face the reality of where I am or whom I’m with.

"Good morning, kotenok,“ Radomir says, his gravelly voice rolling over me, igniting a shiver that betrays my attempt to stay composed. “I trust you slept well.”

I force my eyes open, immediately locking gazes with him. Even fresh from sleep, he exudes power and control. It’s intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

“I...yes,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

“How is your hand?” Radomir reaches out and takes my now blue-knuckled hand.

Heat floods my cheeks as the sheet slips down, exposing my naked breast. I try to pull the sheet up, but Radomir stops me.

“No, kotenok,” he says, his voice low and commanding as he pulls the sheet away and flicks a thumb over my nipple making my pulse race. “You willnotcover up in front of or try to hide from me. Is that clear?”

He gently kisses the hand he is still holding and runs the back of his free hand over my breast, making the nipple harden, sending signals to the triangle between my legs. “I love looking at your magnificent body.” He lowers his head and pops his lips over the nipple, swirling his tongue. “When we are alone, I may just make it a rule that you are always to be naked.” He laughs at his sick joke, which I’m not too sure is one.

My eyes fly to his. “You’re joking, right?” I squeak, trying to pull away. But every nerve ending in my body tingles as his hand runs down my stomach and dips between my pussy lips, making me gasp and my hips lift into it. “Oh…” I suck in a breath as he starts to tease me.

“Your mind may resist, ptichka,” he murmurs, his gaze locking with mine, “but your body tells me otherwise—you’re already soaked for me.”

“I...”What were we talking about again? Were we talking?My brain starts to fog over as desire ignites, lit by the flame that his clever fingers are fanning as they manipulate my greedy clit. Then he sticks two fingers into my channel as he slowly starts to fingerfuck me. “Oh… oh…” my hips begin to move in time to his digits.

“You like that, don’t you, beautiful Leigh?” His eyes move from mine down my body. “God, you’re magnificent.” He turns and captures my lips as he starts to drive me over the edge. “Come for me, ptichka. Come all over my fingers.”

He drives me over the edge and into another powerful orgasm, only this time he removes his hand before I’ve fully come down off my desired fueled high.

A whimper escapes my throat. My body feels deprived of the full pleasure of the orgasm. He positions himself over me. Leaning up on his hands, he pushes the tip of his cock inside me, pulling it in and out, teasing me.

“Look at me, kotenok,” Radomir demands. “Do you want this?” He pushes himself a little deeper inside me and moves in and out. “Do you want me to fuck you? To bring you to the release your body’s still craving?"

I’m getting lost in the depths of his blue eyes which are pools of desire, and his vulgar words should repulse me but they’re fueling this dark desire coiling like hot burning hunger inside me. I nod.

“What was that?” Radomir gives a few harder thrusts, pushing right inside me, making me press against him, wanting him to move and fill me.

“Yes…” I almost sob in pleading as his lips nick, suck, kiss my neck and torment my ears while he pulls completely out of me. Playing a game of control and manipulating me to play it with him by tormenting my weak flesh.

“No…” I breathe. “Please… please don’t stop.” My breath is labored and my mind tuning out everything else but my need to reach the ecstatic heights he drives me too. “Radomir… please…”My hips start to buck. My hungry little pussy pressing against the fur that surrounds his cock.

“Tell me what you want, Leigh,” Radomir’s voice is deep and throaty as he whispers in my ear, the soft tip of his cock teasing my entrance as his rain kisses along my chin. “Only good girls that ask get what they want.” His nose nudges my ear, and his tongue teases my earlobe. “If you want me to bury my cock deep inside your sopping little pussy you have to tell me—say it Leigh.”

“I want you to...” I swallow.

I know what he wants me to say but I’ve never said it before. I feel. But at the same time, I want to say it, it makes me feel wanton...dirty! My eyes snap open. What is wrong with me? A pang of horror settles in as I realize I want this—crave feeling wanton and unrestrained. I want him to whisper dirty words into my ears and beg him to do things to me.

My stomach starts to churn with disgust for myself but before I can get in my head about it, Radomir drops his lips around my breast and nips my tender nipple, before he stops moving. I feel his cock slipping out of me. I move, trying to push myself onto him.

“I'm still waiting to hear what you want!” Radomir nips my breast while keeping the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“I want you!” Rips from my throat, a desperate moan wrapped in a plea. “Please, Radomir, I need you to fill me up. I need you to fuck me!” My voice raises with frustration and my hips rub my clit along his rough hairs of her groin.

“That’s my girl,” Radomir purses, his lips crushing mine as he starts thrusting into me, and I meet each one as the intensitybuilds, driving us toward the pinnacle of pleasure. I’m about to peak, and he growls. “Tell me who you belong to!” He grabs my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look into his eyes. “Say it!”

I’m not sure how he can have so much control, but I’m about to tumble over the edge. Right now, I would say anything as I plunge into a mind-blowing orgasm.

I scream. “You! I belong to you. I’m yours.” My cry reverberates around the room as Radomir starts hammering into me and I see stars. “I’m yours... of fuckkkk, fuuuuuuuckkkk. That’s so… oh Godddddd.”

A growl rolls out of Radomir’s throat as he pumps faster. “Jesus, Leigh... fuck… I’m coming baby.”

As he explodes, pouring his seed inside me, I feel myself riding the ripples of my orgasm aftershock as Radomir collapses onto his elbows, careful not to squash me. His head is on my shoulder as his movements slow, and I feel the walls of my pussy milk the last drops from his shaft.

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