Page 74 of Brutal Promise

He chuckles and softly runs his fingers over my tummy and down my leg.

He kisses one breast and cups the other, playing with it as I press myself against him and use my legs to rub his hard cock. I want him in me. This game of torturing me with pleasure is…exotic.

I feel his engorged cock between my legs. I try to hump him, but he moves away, preventing contact.

He has total control.

My uterus contracts. I twist my hips under him, hungry for him to satisfy me, and yet he makes me wait.

I toss my head from side to side and bite my lower lip. This is torture, and yet it’s exhilarating. I feel a need so primal that I want to rip the restraints, grab him, and fuck him until he’s raw.

He takes the bra off and cups both breasts in his hands.

I moan.

“I take it you like this?”

“Fuck me, Dmitry, or I swear…”

His soft chuckle is the only sound in the room. He flicks my nipple before he grabs both of them, making them hard between his thumb and finger. He plays me like an instrument. I arch my back and lift my pelvis off the mattress.

“You swear to follow orders?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

With a flick of his wrist, he rips the leather panties covering my soft mound.

He slips his fingers inside me and moans.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs. His cock is pressing against my thighs, causing my lower lips to quiver. My breathing is ragged through my open mouth. I’m so close to exploding.

The soft sound of silk slices the air with a flourish. My hands are free as the sash drops away. I rip the blindfold off my eyes and grab his hair, pulling his lips to mine.

He grabs my hands and holds them over my head as he enters me. I buckle under the pleasure. His cock taunts my smooth lips. I twist and buckle, not knowing whether to move or let him assume control.

He thrusts deeply, my clit hardens, and my body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. I’m surfing an incredible wave as his cock strokes me until I’m spent. I wail when I come.

He releases my wrists and pumps me three more times before he lets out a loud moan, then releases his seed into me.

He holds me to him for a minute, then pulls out and slumps beside me.

I can’t move. My arms and legs are fatigued to the point of no return.

“Are you happy now?” he asks as he lies on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Yes.”

“Good, let’s get some sleep. Morning will be here in a few hours.”

26

DMITRY

Irise at the crack of dawn, shower, and dress casually in jeans and a sweater. I’m careful not to wake Izzy.

Leaving a note on her nightstand, I proceed downstairs to work on my laptop.

I turn some dials on the beast of a coffee machine and wait for the water to heat up. I sit on the barstool at the marble island and log on to the web.

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