Page 74 of Captured By the Bratva

She gave me two. Sucking on her clit while fingering her got her to come first. Then as I spanked her ass and pinched her clit, she came again.

I was about to explode. I couldn’t wait any longer. When I gave up, shoving my aching cock deep into her, I reveled in her screams.

For more. To spank her. To pummel her pussy. Hearing her loosen up to talk so dirty goaded me to take her even harder, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I could introduce more kinks.

For now, this was perfect. She was perfect. Her hands fisted as the cuffs dug into her, keeping her locked. Trapped and lax in my restraints, she took the brutal pounding and cried out for more.

Together, we came in a sweaty mess. Tangled together as I slumped over her, spent and sated, I felt the fading flutters of her pussy clenching my dick and sucking it deeper into her heat.

I didn’t speak. She focused on nothing but breathing as steadily as possible. No words were necessary. I’d learned my lesson about not speaking up. We had to maintain communication to work, and we’d achieved that.

We’d cleared that air from how the other night ended.

And now, we could only look forward to what could lie ahead.

After I uncuffed her, I cleaned her up and checked that her ass wasn’t too raw from the spankings. All she wanted was my touch, though, and I had no qualms or hesitations about lying with her and cuddling her, kissing her as I wanted. Tenderly on her lips. Softly on her cheeks. Gently on her brow. I wished for her to understand that while I could be hard and rough, I would never give up a chance to dote on her and shower her with delicate caresses. She would never miss out on aftercare with me. Never.

“About that other night,” she said, speaking up after a long while of relaxing. “I want you to know that I feel the same.”

I nodded, kissing her deeply.

“I want you so much it hurts. And I know I might not be the sort of woman you’re used to.” She gestured at the room before returning her hand to my face, stroking softly.

I grunted, running my hand over her waist, then her ass. “I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit.”

She smiled. “I want you to understand that I’m willing to be the woman you need and want.”

I cleared my throat, scooting closer to her as we lay facing each other. “Did you enjoy what we did tonight?”

She nodded. “It’s a good start.”

Start? Fuck, I love her.

“And I’m excited to see what else you’ll teach me.”

I kissed her hard, pulling her to lie over me and straddle me.

You’re teaching me more, sweetheart.How to love. How good it feels to find love.

I never thought I’d settle. I never imagined actually finding a woman who would like me for who I was.

She hadn’t been a pawn or a hostage for a long while. Instead, she was the perfect woman for me, accepting my darkness and wanting me regardless.

No, not accepting, but embracing and welcoming.

Becca wasn’t so shy that she couldn’t adjust to what I liked, and I wasn’t so stupid as to take her for granted and anticipate that she might prefer things simple and vanilla sometimes too. And that was just what we’d figure out as we went along with this.

Because she was a treasure I refused to ever risk losing.

28

BECCA

Ivan held my hand as we left the room where he’d spanked me and fucked me so well I wished we never had to leave. Of course, I didn’t mean that. Emily was waiting for me. For us.

But it was nice to have that separation. That at the house, we could be more like a family. Two adults—or three, including Margie—to handle one baby. For now. At this club, though, I felt freer to shed my responsibilities and trust in Ivan to steer me to pleasure. Under his control, I could simply be and know that he’d catch me after I fell. It was a liberating feeling, one I wished to repeat as soon as possible.

“What if you move in?” he asked.

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