Page 3 of Bound By His Name
Chapter 1
Lev
Irina has always been my most loyal mistress. I've fucked her more times than I can count. A redhead with eyes that sparkle like emeralds, she is as fiery in bed as she is outside.
It’s those long legs, full breasts and tight little ass that keeps us going. Mostly, it’s how she knows exactly what I want before I even ask for it.
Today, though, we both know this will be our last time together.
I watch as she crawls towards me now, her hands bound behind her back with silk scarves, her nipples hard and erect.
She kneels without being told. She’s done this many times before. Her wrists are already cuffed behind her back. I slide the belt from my waist and double it in my hand.
She tilts her head up. “You’re quiet.”
“I’m always quiet before something I regret.”
“Do you regret me?”
“Not yet.”
I strike once on her thigh, sharply. She gasps like it’s the answer she has being waiting for.
I don’t watch her face. I watch the way she tries not to make noise. She thinks that’ll impress me. It never does. Restraint isn’t the same as strength; it’s just delay.
She shifts forward on her knees, eyes on mine. “You should break her in early. Before she gets ideas.”
“She won’t.”
Irina raises her brow. “She looked soft.”
“Soft things bend,” I say, drawing the belt across her hip. “They don’t break until you want them to.”
My lips curl as I break the belt against her skin with force again.
“And you’re not to have talk of my future wife on your lips. Is that clear?”
While she nods, whimpering and shuddering, I walk around her slowly, taking in every inch of her naked flesh. My cock throbs inside my pants at the sight of her exposed pussy, glistening wet already and I run a finger along her slit, feeling her shudder beneath my touch.
"So eager for me?" I murmur, pressing against her entrance but not pushing inside.
"Always," she whispers, arching her back to try and force me deeper.
"Naughty thing," I chastise, slapping her ass sharply. She gasps at the sting but pushes back against me again. This time, I don’t tease her; instead, I drive my length deep into her in one swift thrust.
Without a moment’s waste, I grip her hips tightly and begin pounding into her relentlessly. She cries out, her voice muffled by the pillow beneath her head.
I lean down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back sharply. “I want to hear it.”
Her scream fills the room as I continue to fuck her brutally, my hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. "I might just miss this sweet cunt," I say what I know she needs, biting down on her earlobe hard enough to draw blood.
"Please, Sir," she begs. "Fuck my ass."
I grin wickedly, knowing how much she loves to be taken there. I pull out of her pussy and trail the head of my cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her juices. Then, without warning, I press against her tight little hole.
Irina tenses instinctively, trying to relax enough to take me. But I spank her ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room. "Relax," I command, and she takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
I press harder, feeling her resistance give way as the tip of my cock pops past the tight ring of muscle. "That's it," I allow a groan, sliding deeper into her.
