Page 154 of Jewel of the Assassin
“I will have an endless supply of toys to use upon you. Some new. Others, familiar, older.”
He takes something out of his coat pocket. Because, of course, only my husband would bring a sex toy with him. That’s when I realize…it’s the same toy his brother once used on me. The triune-pleasured instrument. He lathers it up with lube first.
Suddenly, I’m creaming more for him, longing to purge the last memory.
“Oh, God!” I cry out from Roman, somehow managing to insert the six anal beads inside me while positioning the prongs at my clit to stimulate them. All but the curved pussy insert. Because he is already filling me.
Then, he tugs on the fur coat and casts it aside until I am naked, utterly exposed to the starlight above us, those ever-shifting and ethereal patterns of light in the velvet night sky.
I writhe on his lap as he kneads my breasts. Those beads chafe the inner walls of my anus.
“Sometimes, pregnancy hormones increase arousal and heighten stimulation response,” he informs me, sliding the instrument in and out with expertise as the curved attachment rubs against the underside of his cock. No vibration. Yet. “And as your breasts grow, expect more slapping, Valya. At any time, I may do this. And I will certainly do this more at any business meetings I may have where you are present. I will display you, but alsoreinforce how you are my queen, my possession. They willnevertouch you.”
I believe him. Roman would cut off the fingers of any man who would dare to try, followed by their cocks. But if he wants me to sit on his lap and display me with pride? I can live with that. And enjoy it.
Regardless, I trust him…with everything. Perhaps that is a mistake, but it’s my choice. As long as none of these sessions include our estate staff, that’s all I care about.
He continues to slide the instrument in and out, building up the delicious torment, rubbing the pronged ends along my clitoris.
“Oh! Mmm…” All I manage are a few moans, a whimper here and there, a soft cry.
Roman pauses, and all I want to do is punch him because I was so close!
“Once you have delivered and following your healing time, we will return to our standard dynamic. Is that clear, Valentina?”
I’m so overwhelmed, I forget to do more than just nod. He reminds me when he twists my nipples hard. I correct myself, “Yes, my Lord. God…!” I lean back against him, arching my back to thrust my breasts more into his waiting hands. He kneads them softly, tenderly, while rubbing my nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
I gasp at him slapping the left swell, so it bounces upon the other. He slaps the right swell, doing the same as if a precursor of what will come. I’m still trying to grind against him, my fingers gripping the fabric of his pants so tight. And praying to all the gods and goddesses for him tomove.
Finally…he does.
Working me up and down his cock, Roman fucks me so my soaked cunt slides and sucks in time to his rhythm. Slow, deep strokes so I may feel everything, especially how his erection puts more pressure on those thick anal beads.
And then? He turns on the toy to the lowest setting.
It shoots hot arousal into my core, my inner muscles tightening stronger than I ever thought I could. And he’s a wall of muscle at my back, all hot blood and chiseled ridges.
It’s another layer of vulnerability with him fully clothed while I’m naked. He knows how much it turns me on, giving him complete control, my undying surrender.
He increases the vibration. It pulses electricity through my nether region. My inflamed clit tingles from the stimulation. And my dark hole has no choice but to clamp down around those vibrating anal beads. All it takes is for him to curl his thumbs along my nipples for me to come. It’s explosive. I come with everything I have. And my hands fly to each side of his neck, holding on for dear life while all his muscles bulge behind me.
I’m still riding him when he delivers fiery, rabid thrusts, then slamming and sealing himself to me, spilling his cum inside.
I don’t recover. Pulling out the toy and chucking it to the floor, Roman lifts me, shifting me around, and my knees are on either side of him. His cock has not left my pussy. Cum leaks out of me, dripping onto the icy throne seat. Still sucking, still needy, my cunt practically begs him to keep going.
And then, Roman seizes my hair, yanks my head back, and rubs his mouth along my throat, purring low, “Ride me, zhena. Ride me with that soaked, needy cunt, so hungry for my dick. Dirty little cock slut.”
I clench harder; his dirty talk always igniting me. Sinking my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, I begin to slide up and down his shaft, whimpering. Not letting go of my hair, maintaining the pressure, he roams his lips along my throat, teeth occasionally sinking in. My breasts rub against his muscles, erect tips rasping his chest hair. Between his cum and my fluids, it takes little effort to ride my husband.
“Rock on me, Valya. Ride me until you come again and again,” he commands, dark and silky.
I swear our heavy breaths are curling along the crystal walls, fogging them up. His eyes are predatory, wolfishas he devours me. With his jaw like granite and a prominent vein throbbing in his neck, I can tell how much he’s working to hold back.
“These are mine,” he growls, squeezing one breast, then kneading the other, tugging at the sore nipples. “This is mine…” He pulls back my pussy lips and pinches my clit. “Everything you are is…mine.”
I ride him up and down, my nerve endings on the verge of shattering. A slow, steady rhythm up and down, my core pulsing around his shaft like little, open-mouthed kisses. A soft squelching fills the air.
It doesn’t take him long to snap. He doesn’t just take control of my body. He brings me down on his cock at the same time that his powerful muscles drive that dick so deep into me, burning, stretching, spearing. Brutal. Furious. Ruthless.
