Page 73 of Captured By the Bratva

What pleased me most was how she appeared most aroused when watching a woman tied up or spanked. A flogger might be too much yet, but I appreciated her body’s honest reaction to the sorts of things I liked.

“Come with me,” I told her once I signaled that I’d like a room with her.

For the sake of not letting anyone see me and recognize me, I closed the wall to the windows.

Becca walked around the dimly lit room, circling the massive bed in the center.

“How, uh, how does this work?” she asked timidly.

I stalked over to her and cupped her face, kissing her hard.

“Like this.”

I was too excited and feral for her to take this slow. In my mind, I rehearsed a long, drawn out scene of teasing and taunting. Of prolonging her buildup to come. That slow approach flew out the window.

Just seeing her in here, trusting me and putting her faith in me to be at a club like this pushed me to fuck her right now.

“Oh!” She squeaked, caught by surprise as I walked her to the bed and followed her down. As she reached up and clung to me, keeping me close, she kissed me back just as hard, ready to share a special night with me.

“And like this,” I said, standing to yank her dress off and lose my pants. I wouldn’t last long myself, but before things got too hot and heated, I had to explain myself.

“The other night, at your studio?—”

She groaned, pouting as she helped shimmy out of her bra and panties. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so harsh and said those things to you.”

I removed the last of my clothes, walking toward the shelf with the cuffs. “And I realize how you assumed what you did when I asked about Dom right afterward. I only did because I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” She tried to sit up on the bed, but she slumped down and rolled to her stomach under my prompting as she let me cuff her wrist to one post.

“Yes. That he could have been there with you, alone.”

She shook her head. “He wasn’t.”

I cuffed her ankle to another post. “And I knew that, but I wanted to hear you say it again. I don’t like the idea of any other man being there.”

She smiled, watching as I moved to lock her other ankle up. Her nipples pointed out, hard buds I wanted to pinch. Her pussy shone with her juices dripping out. And she wasn’t all the way tied yet.

I growled, trying to pace myself as I secured her ankle, making her lie flat, then went to her other hand and cuffed it.

“I want to be the only one to be there with you in a place you deem your special sanctuary.” I climbed on the bed, angling herto lift to her knees. As soon as I had her ass in the air, I dragged my tongue from her clit to her taint, licking her cream in one long, hot stroke.

“Oh, fuck.”

I slapped her ass. “Louder.”

She gasped, and I grinned as her cheek turned red from my hit.

Again, I licked her, and she cried out.

“I said louder.” I smacked her other ass cheek, fingering her as she dripped more.

“Oh…” She moaned, a husky sound of pure need.

I kissed her ass, brushing my lips over the raised flesh I’d slapped, feeling the warmth rising up to the surface as goosebumps spread out. I didn’t stop fingering her, stretching her velvety walls.

“More, Ivan. More.”

And I gave her exactly what she begged for. Alternating between spanking her and licking her, I pushed her close to an orgasm. Precum dripped from my tip, smearing on the bed sheet, but I refused to slam into her until she came at least once.

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