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Air comes in limited supply. My pussy aches to be filled. I open my throat and let it be abused, still trying to hold eye contact. However messy and teary-eyed I’ve become.

But Roman loves it.

He fucks my mouth and grips my curls, peering at me with a dark intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

“Fuck, kitty cat… this fucking mouth feels so good,” he moans, tapping at the back of my throat. He jerks a couple more times and then erupts.

His cum spills into my mouth. Down my throat.

I swallow what I can, sucking at his head while the rest of his body clenches up. Veins strain against his skin, his muscles flexing.

He comes so hard, he hangs his head back and releases breaths that are fast and ragged.

Roman letting go makesmelet go.

My pussy convulses, so slick and wet that I don’t even need to touch myself to come. Tingles burst free from the little nerve endings in my pussy, traveling like an electric current through the rest of me. I shudder, striking a balance between the tingly pleasure of my orgasm and the sharp, biting pain from the nipple clamps.

When it’s all said and done, Roman and I are struggling to compose ourselves. We’re breathing heavy, gazes linked, lingering on the mess we’ve made.

I have tears down my cheeks and a tangle of curls. His dick still gleams with evidence of my saliva, with some droplets of his cum added.

“Fuck,” he rumbles, then reaches to thumb my bottom lip. “That was better than I imagined, kitty cat. You do so well with being punished.”

Too dazed to know what else to say, I simply part my lips and suck at his thumb. He bites down harder on his jaw.

“You like this kind of play. You like being my pet.”

…maybe. Maybe more than I thought I would.

It’s the only thought I have as Roman helps me up and guides me toward the bathroom for another shower.

* Ya nikogda ne ustanu smotret’ na tebya -I will never get tired of looking at you.

* Posmotri na menya -look at me

CHAPTER 20

Roman

Katerina stirsto find that I’m already awake. I have been for the past hour. I’m lying in bed beside her with the same phone she’d hacked into hours before in hand, firing off texts to my men about today’s plans. She’s drowsy as she watches me do so, her eyelashes fluttering with each slow blink.

She’s very enthralling like this—in her natural state of bare-faced, sleepy curiosity, bundled up under the covers. She’s concealed her vivid lavender curls under a satin accessory she calls a bonnet. A special request of hers that I sent Polina out to purchase. But the bonnet is intriguing and uniquely her just like her curly hair is.

Just like every detail about my kitty cat is.

If I wasn’t already obsessed with her, last night would have taken me there. Katerina misbehaved like she was warned against, but she also confessed within minutes about what she had done. I still had to punish her as a lesson.

Punishment that we both enjoyed. Her mouth felt so fucking good sealed around my cock, and she was flushed and wet by the time she was through pleasuring me. I knew that look on awoman—her dark, delicious nipples were pinched by the clamps, but noticeably erect even after I removed the pair.

Her pupils were larger, the look in her brown eyes telling me all I needed to know.

Telling me she liked a little roughness. She liked being punished in her own way.

Soon I will feel her pussy like I felt her mouth wrapped around my cock; soon I will make her understand that no other man will ever touch my pet like I do.

“More business?” she yawns finally, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

“Yes, devochka. I’ve told you it never stops.”

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