Page 69 of His Smile
Reaching behind her, shegrabbed the device she bought for tonight. Never breaking her stroke, sheglanced up at him to see that his head was back and his eyes closed as shestroked him into her throat. Pulling back, she pulled the black elasticsilicone of the ring and quickly slipped it over the head of his cock andpushed it to the base.
"Rahina," hisguttural voice warned as he looked down in disbelief and saw what she did.
Sitting very snugly at thebase of his dick was a cock ring with an attached stimulator for her. Grinning,she sat back and admired her handy work.
Both of his large armsflexed in their spread position pulling at the straps until they were strainedtaut from the headboard. "Get it off," each word was evenly spokenwith clear menace.
Shaking her head, shepressed her lips together in an attempt to keep from grinning as she stood backon her knees, straddling him.
His mouth tightened, and hestraightened from the headboard and leaned threateningly closer to her, hiseyes burning with black fire. "Cut me loose now."
She would be lying if shedidn't admit to the tinge of fear that ran across her heart at the threat. Eventrussed up like this Roman was no less intimidating. His huge shoulders andthick arms took up most of the headboard, and his bright silver eyes promisedthe darkest of revenge. But he had every reason to be nervous she thoughtwickedly, the cock ring she placed on him was deigned to keep a man fromcumming and with the added clitoral stimulator he was in for a ride of hell.
"No," she saidfirmly reaching down and gently grabbing his standing length beneath her legs.
"Rahina I swear to Godif you do not cut me loose, I will fuck you for days straight, until I can nolonger stand!!" he roared. Strained, tied, and angry his massive bodypractically pulsed waves of threatening energy. All of which she ignored.
Lowering herself, she winceda little at the blunt stretching intrusion from this position.
"Fuck," hewhispered painfully letting his head roll back between his shoulder blades."I'm going to kill you…fuck," his words were cut off with anotherexpletive as she lowered herself deeper.
Reaching out both hands tohis shoulders with a small cry of pleasure, she breathed heavily as she pushedherself to the base.
Grabbing the back of his head,she pulled his lips to her mouth. Desperately, she kissed him, whispering herlove for him between gasps of air.
"Rahina baby,please," she could barely enjoy the rare note of frenzy in his voice asshe reached between them. Realizing what she was doing, he gave her look ofdisbelieving rage as she activated the vibrating stimulator.
Simultaneously they boththrew their heads back in devastating groans. Using his shoulders for leverage,she tried to bounce against him, but the pulsing vibrations against her clitand the stretching sensation of him inside of her was too much. Her bodybetrayed her will to last any longer and tightened around him as she cried outin release.
Letting out a hoarse shoutof tortured frustration, Roman shifted his hips and bucked her off of himletting her tumble to the bed next to him. Dazed and still incredibly sensitiveRahina watched in slow horror at what she was seeing. In a half crouch on thebed, Roman stared at her with blazing fury as he jerked his right arm over andover again against the decorative wooden slat.
"Stop," sheyelled, trying to reach for him to calm him down. "You'll just hurtyourself…"
The audible sound of woodcracking interrupted her. With a sadistic satisfied look, Roman looked at hishand and gave another mighty yank, splintering the wood and releasing his arm.Like a viper, his freed hand moved to his other trapped arm and released itbefore she could respond. Reaching down to his cock, he pulled the piece ofblack silicone off with a snarl before reaching for her leg. Turned the wrongway around on the bed, with her head near the end and her feet near the now brokenheadboard, Roman held her leg at the knee as he buried himself inside of herwith one fluid glide. Watching her neck arch as she moaned at the invasion, hedipped his head to suck at the arch of her throat while wrapping a fist with ahandful of her hair. Pulling her hair until she was staring at him directly, hegave her that slow ever-growing evil smile.
"I am going to make youpay for that, sweetheart."
~*~
"George will be here inan hour, Ms. Chopra," Bill, the security guard, called to her from thedoorway on the other side of the studio.
Grabbing her towel to wipeher forehead, Rahina smiled and waved at Bill. “I should be gone by then, justwant to finish this number, but I will lock the front just as you showed mewhen I leave.”
Nodding with a smile, Billdisappeared from the doorway, leaving her alone in the studio. It was late, anda Saturday night, needless to say none of the other dancers were still in thebuilding. After the second performance of their show last night and the promiseof VIP access to all the major dance clubs wanting to cater to the temporarycelebrity of the dancers’ fame, it was a no-brainer she would be the only oneleft. Going to a club was the last thing on her mind. Earlier, Roman had textedher telling her he would be a few hours late getting home. All she planned ondoing tonight was going home, eating leftovers, and watching the finale of thecooking competition while snuggled up to her Russian giant.
She was only able to put intwenty more minutes of practice before the continued thoughts of eating theleftover pasta Roman made the other night slowly drove her to the edge of hersanity. Grabbing her phone and her bag, she slung it over her shoulder andwalked to the door hitting the light switch on her way out. Riding the elevatordown to the first floor, she stepped out into the dimly lit foyer. During theday the foyer, which had large windows facing the street were usually filledwith bright sunlight and fluorescent lights showcasing the eight-foot dynamicdance photos Dante had artfully displayed. Now it was just plain creepy. Withthe one light near the empty security guard's booth by the door, it felt as ifshe was in a horror movie. Having arrived late today, she was lucky enough toscore a parking spot in front of the building on the street instead of usingthe small parking garage connected to the building.
Approaching the door, herheart lurched at the three shadowy figures waiting on the other side of thedoor between the entrance and her car. With her phone in hand, she paused andstared at the unfamiliar men with their backs to the door. Dressed in jeans,boots, and clean looking dark jackets, the men didn't show any sign of beingvagrants. One man who was half turned to the door caught her eye, and herstomach dropped. Signaling to the other men, they all turned around and facedher at the door. Reasonably young, stocky, Caucasian, and with an undefinableelement of danger they reminded her of some of Roman's enforcers—except fortheir clothes. She didn't know what it was about Russians, but for some reason,the need to wear a suit or the very least slacks and a button-down was damnnear a requirement.
Pressing the icon on herphone for Roman, she stood staring at the men as the one who caught her eyefirst waved at her to come over to the locked door with a smile. As the phonerang, she inwardly thanked Bill for remembering to lock the thick glass door behindhim on his way out.
“Are you on your way home?”Roman answered immediately, his deep voice echoing around the empty foyer fromher speakerphone.
"Roman," her voicehad a hollow note to it as she watched the man's smile fall from the other sideof the door as he realized she was on the phone staring at them with wide,scared eyes.
Picking up on the desperatenote in her voice, Roman's voice grew icy. "What is it?"
The men were talking withone another, different than before, more animated, and with more hand gestures,she could sense the growing malevolent energy from here.
