Page 73 of Unveiled

I throw my arms around his neck and squeeze, needing more pressure and less, more tongue and mouth—more, more…

He suckles my neck and bites my collarbone. I moan with pleasure. Palming my pussy, he presses with the heel of his hand. I grind against him, so close to climax. I feel like a teenager. What the actual hell is going on here?

"On the bed," he rasps. "Take those off and get on your hands and knees. Grab the headboard, Anya."

Oh god. That’ll make me vulnerable. Exposed.

Isn't this what I wanted?

I obediently take off my bra and panties, crawl onto the bed, and grab the headboard. I spread my legs, aware of him approaching me from behind.

"I know you're probably sore from earlier," he whispers.

I shrug, not wanting to admit that I am. Where has my sense of self-preservation gone?

He slowly takes off his glasses and folds them. Oh god, I’ve already come to learn that means he’s about to get busy. “Doesn't mean I can't put my fingers in you and finger-fuck you while I lick your pussy again, does it?"

My pulse skyrockets. I shake my head, my mouth dry. "Suppose not," I say, stifling a giggle.

"But first, your punishment, Anya."

"Wait a minute, I?—"

He holds my lower back under his palm while he lifts the other one and slams it across the fullest part of my ass. I clench, but the pain quickly morphs into pleasure, and I already feel wet heat growing between my legs.

“You like it when I punish you.”

Heat floods my core. I let out a soft, desperate mewl.

“I want to fuck this pussy so bad. Not now. You need time to heal. I won’t hurt you, Anya.” He slaps my ass again, hard. “Except to do this.”

"I'm fine—" I whine, which earns me another hard spank.

"No. I'll makeyou come, baby, but with my fingers." I stifle a scream when he bends, bites the place he spanked, then licks it.

"Eventually, I'll take you here," Semyon says, pressing his thumb to my asshole. Oh my god. I amdefinitelynot ready for that. "I need to ease you into that. I will," he promises.

"Open for me, baby. I want to taste you again. I want to bury my nose in your pussy and lick you until you scream."

I want that too.

I do what he says, and he arranges himself beneath me. My grip on the iron bar of his bed makes my knuckles white. I gasp for breath when he licks my clit and shoves his fingers into the slick heat of my pussy.

There's a hint of pain at first before he makes it better, rocking his fingers in and out of me. I know he finds just the right spot when a wave of pleasure makes my clit ache. He uses the slightest touch of his teeth on my sensitive flesh, teasing, licking and sucking before he pulls his mouth away, cups my ass in his hands, and says in a low rasp, "If you move away from me, I'll punish you by bringing you to the edge and leaving you there. Is that what you want, little Anya?"

I shake my head, my mouth dry. I wanthim. I wanteverything.

He licks my clit and plunges his fingers inside me. My hips jerk, my body riding the tension, but I don’t move my hands.

"Good girl," he growls. "That's my good girl."

He pumps his thick fingers in and out, his thumb teasing my asshole before he flicks my clit with his tongue. "My fucking god, you taste divine." He groans, then plunges his tongue into my core, fucking me with it. It feels so good. I don't want it to stop, but I can already feel myself hurtling toward release—quickly, uncontrollably.

"Beg me. Beg me to eat your pussy until you come on my face," he growls between my legs. "Beg me, Anya.”

"Please." My voice is a hoarse whisper. "Please?—"

He’s still beneath me, still holding my ass in his palm.

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