Page 18 of Bluff

Lifting her sweater, I push it up her arms, caging them in a bit more. I then slip off the bed and strip off my jacket, vest, guns, and shirt. Kicking off my shoes, I admire her body as she pants, watching me undress.

“I can see all your tattoos this time,” she murmurs softly.

“To keep my identity secret at the club, it was determined that I cover them.”

“I liked the thrill of not knowing it was you, but I’m liking the show here now better.” Her legs move restlessly, trying to relieve the ache I know she’s feeling. It’s the same ache I’ve had for months.

I move back to the bed and unbutton her jeans. I slide them down her legs, stopping to remove her boots, before tossing them across the room. She’s left in nothing but her sheer, soaked panties.

Her small breasts move as she breathes. Her nipples hard and erect, begging me to suckle them. The last time I had her at my mercy, I didn’t get to taste her skin.

I climb back on the bed over her and use the backside of my blade to trace her body. The tip is sharp, and every so often, I’ll move the blade just right to nick her slightly. She’s moaning and writhing under me, but I don’t stop. The knife is only the beginning.

I set it back on the bed and trace her body with my tongue. I suck her nipples deep into the recesses of my mouth, giving her an edge of pain. My teeth sink into her flesh, marking her skin with small hickeys and love bites. Her body flushes as she moans and cries for me.

“Mikhail, please. Master, I need you.”

I like hearing these chants versus the one from earlier.

“Zayka, I’ll give you what you need after I’m done.” I slide down her body. When I see the vertical hood piercing, my breath catches. “What man saw this?” I demand, but she doesn’t answer me. She’s too lost in her head to the torture I’m inflicting on her body.

I lean my head down and suck the piercing between my lips. She didn’t have this when we were at the club. Someone saw her body since that night.

“Zayka,” I bark, and her eyes focus on me. “What man will die for seeing your body like this?”

“No man. It was Chloe.” She sighs, and a soft smile pulls at her lips.

I pick up my blade and slide it along her folds. She gasps, and I watch her eyes fill with worry for only a moment before they roll back, and she moans, long and deep.

My mouth moves to her sensitive core, and I suck in each lip before spreading them open with one hand while pushing three fingers into her with the other. I suck her piercing and clit into my mouth, then scrape my teeth along it when she screams in ecstasy, making her orgasm instantly.

I yank my pants and boxers down while I wait for her to come back to herself.

She’s panting and trying to focus on me as I notch my cock at her entrance. Finally, I slam home. She’s tight, hot, and perfect. I throw my head back, trying to hold off the orgasm wanting to erupt from my body. She screams at the intrusion. I hold myself deep inside her as I reach up and release her arms. I didn’t let her touch me the last time, but this time I want her marks on me.

“Claw me, zayka. Mark me,” I order her.

She wraps her arms around my body, and her little nails dig into my back. The duality of pain and pleasure is what I’ve always craved.

I pull out and power back into the heat of her body. I’m lost in the moment until I realize I’m in her without a condom. I pause with my cock deep inside her and wait until she focuses on me again.

“Please, Master,” she begs, but I hold myself still until I can confirm she’s okay with this.

I want her to have my baby someday, but right now, she’s in danger, and we both still need to get to know each other.

“Ainsley,” I say her name so she knows I’m serious. “I’m inside you bare. I want to knock you up, but not right now. We need time.” I’m honest with her.

She moves her gaze to my chest and bites her lip. “Mikhail, I was told it would be extremely difficult for me to get pregnant.” When her eyes move back to mine, she lets me see the hurt and pain. “I do want children someday, but I don’t know how.”

Ainsley doesn’t tell me more, and now isn’t the time to talk to her about it. I’ll question her afterward.

I slowly move inside her in long, deep thrusts. She claws at my back and turns her head to sink her teeth into my arm. I want to drive her crazy with need, so I don’t change my pace. I don’t change anything, just keep thrusting.

“Mikhail. Master, please. I need more,” she begs and pleads.

I’ve led her to that precipice, but I’m not taking her over. When I feel her pussy start to flutter, I pull out and flip her to her stomach.

“Chest to the bed, ass in the air zayka.” I smack her ass, and she cries out. Her desire drips down between her thighs.

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