Page 14 of Bound by Blood

He took his time, using his tongue to separate each fold and lovingly explore each facet of her vagina before returning time and again to her tiny clit, giving it flicks that would cause her to jump and moan in his tight hold. He buried his face in her pussy and breathed her in, embarrassing her. But there was nothing she could do. She was pinned down and he was far too big. She moaned in arousal and distress, arching as he soothed her embarrassment by massaging her clitoris again. Circling and suckling, pulling it into his mouth and using just the barest hint of teeth until she was mindlessly reaching toward a peak she’d never before known. He backed off before she could reach the illusive paradise, like precious candy the Russian monster held just out of reach. She screamed at him.

“Not until I say,moykotenok,” he growled, bringing his head up with a grin.

“I’m not your fucking kitten!” she snarled breathlessly, trying to arch her pussy back toward his mouth.

“Ah, there you are wrong,” he sighed, swiping his tongue leisurely from her ass to her clit, making her jerk hard in his tight hold and cry out in frustration. “At the moment, you are very much what I say you are…kotenok.”

He went back to torturing her, driving her insane with his slow licks, pushing her toward an orgasm and then withholding the precious treat while she abused him and his entire bloodline in at least three languages. He chuckled, his broad shoulders shaking her spread thighs, and ignored her tirade.

It occurred to Laney that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The handsome in a fuck-with-me-and-mine-and-die sort of way man would have tons of experience with women; women that were far more willing than Laney to throw themselves at him. Though he was scarred and deadly looking, he would appeal to the sort of women looking for an adrenalin fuelled fuck. He clearly knew his way around a pussy.

Suddenly Laney wanted to practice her considerable assassin skills on those imaginary women. It had been a while since she’d been able to add a mark to her body count. Why not add a few dozen women to the tally? While she was at it she would just finish Boris off too. Maybe a little earlier than the Master wanted, but whatever, the end goal was the same. Then she wouldn’t have to deal with these damn emotions!

Yes, this seemed like a good plan.

Laney tested the hand that was holding her gun, but Boris’ hold was immovable. It was like being shackled by warm iron. How he managed to check his strength enough not to accidentally break her wrist she did not know. Damn, shooting him in the head was not going to be an option just yet and he was driving her closer and closer to some sort of insanely wonderful reckoning with his tongue!

He had increased the pressure and was roughly gliding his tongue over her clitoris until the stimulation had become almost unbearable. Laney cried out and arched her back, trying to escape the pleasurable, painful sensations spiking throughout her body. He released the hand not holding a weapon and reached between her legs. She reached down to pull his head away but he stopped licking.

“I will not give you what you need if you push me away, my Laney,” he growled, his accent so thick now he may as well be speaking in Russian.

Laney gave a small scream of frustration, fisted her hand and dropped it to the table. She wanted… it… so bad! Just once she wanted to know what this feeling was. She’d never masturbated. Never orgasmed. She needed this!

“Please!” she cried out helplessly.

“I will always take care of you, little love.” He dropped a wet kiss onto her belly, leaving a mark on her satin dress with her own fluids.

He blew air across her slippery cunt making her jump against the table and, gathering her wetness onto his big finger, he slowly started to penetrate her. Laney was so lost in pleasure she barely noticed until the burning sensation started.

“Ahhh,” she gasped, her head coming sharply off the table.

“What the fuck?” Boris growled at her, his gaze clashing with hers and his thick brows lowering. “A fucking virgin?”

“Don… don’t stop!” She begged him, arching her hips up and forcing him to penetrate her further. Though she was incredibly tight, her passage was slick from his expert tongue.

“Answer my question and I will give you what you crave,” he demanded.

“Ohhh… I’m not a virgin!” she shouted at him.

“Just very tight then.” He nodded. “How old are you, Laney?”

“Oh god, I hate you,” she moaned covering her eyes with her free hand, smearing her professionally applied makeup. “Twenty-three. Now please, keep going!”

He froze. “Fuck that’s young. Too fucking young,” he groaned kissing a path down her leg, helplessly drawn back to her sweet pussy.

“You should’ve thought of that earlier!” she yelled.

“Fuck it, what is thirteen years when I am in love?” His lips latched onto her aching clit once more and began sucking as though he would die if he didn’t taste her one last time. He thrust his finger past the resistance of her vaginal channel, reaching into the heart of her, filling her completely. She screamed, arching her back off the table and exploding into a thousand beautiful suns while he licked her through her very first orgasm.

As she collapsed back onto the table, he took a calculated risk, releasing her gun hand and reaching for her waist. He dragged her up the table in one strong arm and took her mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. He didn’t give her a chance to deny him as she had been doing for so many months. He swept his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own come on his lips and tongue, ruining her innocence in one sweep. Laney moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, locking her wrists together, forgetting about the gun she still held. She took his aggressive kiss and shyly returned the pressure of his tongue with her own. He growled his approval, his hand tightening on her waist.

His finger continued to press inside her spasming pussy, pressing against the wet silken wall, showing her how good she could feel. He swept his thumb back and forth across her clitoris until she was rocking her hips in time with his swipes and reaching again for the mindless oblivion only he could show her. Suddenly she was flying again, swept up into another incredible orgasm while held tightly in the confines of the arms of her lover.

As she slowly drifted down from the incredible high of two amazing and previously unexperienced orgasms, reality began to set in. Boris felt the shift in her from lazy contentment to horror. He sighed heavily and removed his hand from her sweet pussy. Before she could recover too quickly he reached behind his neck, took hold of her wrists in a gentle but firm hold, pulled them down and twisted until she dropped her gun on the table.

“Hey!” she snapped.

He chuckled, picked up the weapon and removed the clip. Then he checked to make sure there was no bullet in the chamber. He tucked the clip in his pocket and handed her back the gun. She took it with a shaking hand and frowned at him while attempting to pull her dress down with the other hand. He stared down at her with a frighteningly possessive intensity that made her wish she’d been able to find a way to hide a blade under the dress too.

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