Page 25 of Take the Sub and Run

She did, blinking open watery eyes as he brushed her hair away from her face.

“How do you feel, Sofie?”

“Floaty,” she said on a sigh as the backs of his fingers brushed her cheek.

His fingers went still, and maybe if she hadn’t felt so soft and floaty, she would have worried about that.

“And your pretty ass?”

“Hurts.”

His chuckle made her smile.

“I need more than that, Angel.”

“It feels hot and achy. It’s not stinging anymore though.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, and she felt the praise all the way down to her toes.

“You slipped into subspace beautifully,” he murmured. “But I don’t want you to go quiet on me.”

“I won’t, Sir.”

“Okay.” He stroked her ass once more. “Then get on your knees so I can fuck your mouth.”

Seven

Andrei guided Sofie as she slid off his lap to kneel on the floor between his feet.

Under different circumstances, he would have gotten a cushion for her rather than letting her kneel on cold, unforgiving concrete, but right now, he didn’t bother.

He was so fucking aroused he might only last two thrusts, and then he’d have her back in his arms.

Andrei slid a hand into her hair, cradling the curve of her skull as he remained sitting, knees spread on either side of her kneeling form.

She tipped her head back into his palm, looking up at him with veiled eyes, her mouth parted, lips full and pink.

His angel on her knees, needy and submissive and ready to take his cock.

Later, he promised himself. Later, he would savor this. There would be subtilties and tone shifts in the way he took her mouth. Now wasn’t the time for it. Now, it was time to connect with her, to possess her, in a primal way.

Andrei leaned back, fishing a condom out of his pocket, then held it out to her.

Sofie took it with a delightfully confused expression, bowing her head over the foil packet.

Andrei’s lips twitched as he watched her. “Are you reading the instructions?”

She stilled. “Should I not?”

“No, by all means.”

His lips twitched again when she carefully ripped the package open right along the dotted line printed on the foil.

Her head jerked up at the sound of his zipper, and he watched her first look at his face, then his crotch, then away, her cheeks pink with a blush.

She was a wonderful, surprising mix of innocent and wanton. He’d never before played with someone who was both an experienced submissive yet reacted so innocently, seemingly not jaded or cynical about the power dynamic.

Andrei stood, and she had to lean back so he didn’t knock into her. Reaching into his pants, he freed his cock.

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