Page 26 of Dark Bratva Christmas
Just as I do, his lips crash against my nipples.
“Matysh!” I can’t stop the shriek from piercing the silence in the room.
I wiggle my hands against the ropes on instinct to reach out for him. I want to touch him, to trace my fingers along the hard lines of his body—or maybe shove him off me. I don’t know exactly what I want to do, but I do know I can’t do it.
My breath quickens and with every swirl of his warm tongue against my nipples, I grow desperate with want.
“Untie me,” I say, breathless as he pulls his mouth away from me. He doesn’t say anything as he shifts on the bed. I try to pay attention to the sounds and sensations around me so I can anticipate where he’s going next, but my head is buzzing with sick pleasure.
What is wrong with me? Why do I like this so much?
His lips hit my stomach and the stubble of his beard tickles me in a way that sends a rush of warmth through my body. I squeeze my eyes inside the blindfold and try to picture what’s happening like I’m outside of my body.
In my head, I tell myself to picture Mikhail, hoping that would ease the guilt.
But Ican’t.All I see is Matysh’s rock-hard body on top of me. Matysh’s teeth grazing against the soft flesh of my stomach. Matysh’s tongue slowly working its way down my body.
Thisishow you get out of your head. You have to imagine everything actually happening in reality around you.
“You have to earn your freedom, Catarina,” Matysh growls, his breath suddenly hot against my eager pussy.
His tongue finally meets my clit and I let out a desperate moan. He grips my thighs with his hands, his fingernails digging into my skin as his tongue works magic between my legs.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
My hips buck against his face, and I can hardly contain myself while his hands slowly creep up my body to squeeze my breasts.
He teases my clit, dragging a finger to my pussy and quickly sliding it inside me. “There it is,ogonyok(Little Flame). Show me how much of a slut you are for me.”
I suck in a gasp at his dirty words directed at me,stillwishing desperately I could run my fingers through his hair.
I grind against him, and he works with me, rather than against me.How could this possibly be punishment?I grow close to climax, and a sultry moan is just about to slip…
Then itstops.
He pulls his hand away from me, his tongue coming to an abrupt halt as well. His weight shifts away, and even though I’m blindfolded, I arch my neck forward as if to glare at him.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, spreading my legs wider to invite him to keep going. “Why did you stop?”
“I told you that I’d make you beg,” Matysh says, his voice low and husky. “You’llearnyour sweet little cunt cumming. Now, beg!”
No, I can’t do this.
I won’tbegfor him. There’s no way in hell.
“Untie me,” I say, shaking the silky ropes around my wrists.
My body stiffens as his hand reaches between my legs suddenly. I moan and relax into his touch as two fingers fill my aching pussy again.
“Ty takoy chertovski seksual'nyy(You’re so damn sexy),” Matysh whispers to himself. “While you’re tied up here, you're all mine to do with as I please. Mine to punish.”
As his finger arches inside me, exploring every inch of my wet pussy, my brain can’t function to come up with a response. I feel him brush against an extra sensitive spot inside me and it feels like the entire world is about to collapse around me.
“Right there,” I moan, biting my lip. Matysh strokes it again and just as I toss my head back ready to embrace the ecstasy of my orgasm, he stops again.Fuck me.
Now I’m just getting angry.
“Tell me, Little Flame, does it scare you more that you want me to control you, or that I already do?” Matysh asks when he pulls his fingers out of me.
