Page 8 of My Russian Protector

“If I let her go, you let me live? You swear?” he asks.

“That deal is about to expire. You have two seconds…” Alex says and the man releases his hold on me. I stagger to Alex who pushes me behind him. “Who’s paying you, Zameski?”

“No one. Lots of people are picking up old contracts. You know, work is hard to come by these days. We did this on our own.”

“This is my contract. Tell anyone that mentions it. You know me well enough to know what I will do to my competition,” Alex warns.

“Yes, of course. We didn’t know it was you,” the man tells him as beads of sweat form on his forehead.

He begins to move toward his injured partner, but Alex puts his hand on his chest and stops him mid-step. “Just one more thing, Zameski,” he says and punches the man square in the jaw. The man’s head bobbles and Alex punches him three more times in the face and once in the gut.

“This girl is mine and you put your dirty hands on her. I can’t let that go,” Alex tells him.

“Oh…Okay. I didn’t know,” the man gurgles through bloody teeth.

Alex turns his attention to me. His expression is cold and menacing. He grabs my arm and pulls me in the direction of the hotel. He doesn’t say a word until we enter the lobby where we’re met by the woman who checked us in.

“I don’t want any trouble here,” she shouts.

Alex lets go of me and glares into the woman’s eyes, “You’re the only one in this village that knew this girl was here. I know that you tipped them off. Do I need to show you why it’s a bad idea to cross me or are you going to go on about your business and forget that we’re here?”

She stares back at him with fear in her eyes and nods her head. He resumes his hold on my arm and drags me up the stairs.

We reach the room and he tosses me onto the bed. He removes his jacket and tosses it to the floor.

“You disobeyed me,” he snarls, hovering over me.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were overreacting,” I plead.

“I have to punish you now. You need to learn a lesson,” he says and grabs me by my ankles flipping me onto my stomach. Before I can react, his hand comes down hard on my bottom. The cracking sound echoes in my ears. I cry out and I know that I should feel humiliated, but I like the feeling of his firm hand on me and I yearn for him to smack me again. My wish is granted but this time, he slaps my ass a bit harder and I writhe around on the bed.

“Do you think this is a game?” he growls. “I can see that I need to turn things up a bit.” He tugs at my pants, pulls them down to my ankles, and traps my legs with his knees. He grabs my ass cheeks through my sheer panties and squeezes them then smacks me hard on the left cheek.

My head is swimming in a strange state of euphoria, and I let out a moan. Hearing it was all the motivation he needed to increase the stakes of the game. He grips the waistband of my panties and yanks them off, leaving me naked from the waist down. He rubs my hot, reddened ass then leans down and kisses each cheek, sending a shockwave up my spine.

He rolls me over and runs his finger up my belly and under my shirt. He fondles my breasts under the sheer cloth then pulls his hands away and lifts my shirt over my head. I lie here completely exposed and at his mercy. I should be frightened but despite my lack of experience with men, I know I can trust him completely. Besides, heat is already pooling at the apex of my thighs and I’m soaked.

He looks down at me and his expression softens. He smiles for the first time since dragging me off the street. “You’re perfect,malyshka,” he whispers, “but don’t ever disobey me again.”

“I won’t,” I sigh as his fingers caress my inner thigh then fondle the area between them. He slides his hand between my legs and rubs my clit with his thumb. His touch steals my breath and I gasp as I find myself rocking against his big hand.

“You like that, little girl?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I nod my head and bite my lower lip.

“How about this?” he asks, slipping two fingers deep inside me.

The pressure is intense but I relax into the stroking motions of his hand and find myself wanting more. It’s like riding a rollercoaster with moments of rising anticipation and sudden dips into mind-blowing pleasure.

Without warning, he drops his head and takes my swollen little button between his lips. I thrash so hard I almost knee him in the head. He grabs my thighs and forces them apart to protect himself as his mouth continues to explore my insides, and I succumb to my growing need for release from the tension building in my core.

“I want you to come, baby,” he says and his words spring the cage in my belly that’s been holding back my most primal desires. I cry out as the rush of a thousand butterfly wings flutters inside me and rolling waves of orgasm erase all of my inhibitions.

My cries are loud and I wonder if our neighbors in the next room are listening. It’s a fleeting thought. I’ll worry about that later. Right now, all that matters is the way Alex is making me feel.

I settle down immersed in the euphoria that follows this experience and watch as Alex kneels beside me and releases his manhood from his pants. His large, erect penis is beautiful and I reach out and wrap my hand around it.

He closes his eyes and puts his hand on mine guiding me to tug his cock in a slow stroking motion. Small droplets of moisture form on the tip and I obey my instincts and lift my head so I can lick them away. My wet tongue makes him groan.

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