Page 19 of Viktor

Amaia

Hejustrippedmyclothes. Oh my God, I’ve never felt this hot in my entire life. The things he is making me feel… Oh no, I can’t fall for a guy like him.This is just passion, I tell myself. I’m pulled back from my thoughts as every bit of clothing I was wearing is now on the floor. I reach out to unbutton his shirt, but I don’t get the chance.?

Viktor lifts me over his shoulder and throws me on the bed. I bounce in the middle. He moves over me, crawling up across my body.

That's when I notice he is holding something, a red silk scarf. I stare at him intently as he brings it over my eyes, tying it around the back of my head. The world goes dark, and all my senses are heightened.?

“Relax, little doll. I’m going to take care of you,” he whispers as he moves off the bed.?

The sound of chains comes from next to me and before I know it, my wrists are pulled over my head, and I can’t move far. He has restrained me to what I assume is the headboard.

Even though I can’t see him looking, I feel the burn of his gaze trailing down my body. I’m vulnerable, exposed, and surprisingly wet like this.?

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he coos.

I don’t say anything. Then his footsteps get further away until I hear the clink of ice cubes in a glass.

“I’m thirsty, are you?” he asks teasingly, and the smell of vodka fills my nose when he puts his mouth against mine. He slips away, and the bed dips at the end by my feet.

He grabs my left ankle and places an icy kiss on the inside. A gasp escapes me, but I quickly try to cover it up. He chuckles and continues to place those kisses along the inner side of my calf right up to my knee. When he stops, so does my breathing. My body is on fire despite the ice, desire running through me.?

Next, I feel his cold tongue swirling around my nipple. My back arches, and he takes it in his mouth, sucking on it. His hand, cold from the glass, kneads my other breast before moving slowly down, tracing the sides of my body.?

His fingers stop just above my pussy. “Do you want me to keep going?” His voice is raspy, and my body tingles.?

“Please,” I beg. I’m throbbing more than I thought I would be, and his ice fingers are the perfect contrast to my overheating flesh.

He rubs against my clit in small circles, then he sinks his fingers inside me. I gasp, not realizing he had moved until his cold mouth sucks on my clit. His fingers curl and rub against my g-spot. It doesn’t take long until I explode, wave after wave of pleasure racing through my body.?

He climbs on top of me and undoes the scarf, brushing his thumb against my cheek. “Are you okay? Do you want to keep going?”

“Please don’t stop,” I breathe out.

He hovers over me and stares into my eyes. “Remember your safe word. Tell me what it is.”

“Red,” I say as I move my hips up, searching for the part of him I need right now as he rips off his shirt and tosses it to the floor.

Unbuckling his belt, he curses in a string of Russian, impatience written on his face. Finally, after what feels like a long time, he thrusts into me, each piercing touching a different part of me. I’ll never get enough.

He moans into my neck, “I’m not going easy on you, remember that.”?

I don’t get to respond as he starts thrusting into me—hard. I can’t touch him, I can’t kiss him. He fucks me like a man who can’t get enough. The headboard slams against the wall to the rhythm of his thrusts. I wrap my legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper. My next orgasm builds quickly, and I tighten my legs.?

“Don’t come yet,” he demands, but I can’t stop it; it’s too late.

The tsunami of pleasure crashes over me again, and I swear my soul leaves my body for a moment. He picks up speed, and the only sound in the room is skin slapping against skin.?

“Fuck,” he groans as he fills me with his warm cum. He leans down and kisses me gently. “I’m going to punish you for coming without my permission.”?

I bite back a smile.?

He reaches up and unlocks the chains, then pulls out and rubs around my shoulders, easing the ache I didn’t know I had. Viktor lifts me up and carries me to a bathroom I hadn’t noticed before. Sitting me down on the edge of a counter, he turns the shower on.

Once the room is steamy, he lifts me into the shower and joins me. Washing me, caring for me. Making me feel worshiped.???

After we are dry, he takes me into his real bedroom and sits me on his bed. He passes me a steaming mug: hot chocolate. That’s when it hits me that we are not alone in this house. I feel my face burning and I stare back into the mug. A staff member must have brought it.

“The room is soundproof, so try not to worry. Now drink that so I can take care of you.”?

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