Annika
“You. I want you.”
Kirill’s kiss is hungry and demanding on my lips the moment I speak the words. My body has been simmering with arousal all night long, but now it explodes into an all-consuming fire. Yes, I was hesitant to marry him; hesitant of the heavy responsibility that came with being thePathan’swife. But this? Our sexual connection? This is something I have craved since the moment I thought I had lost it forever.
“Say it again,” Kirill growls into my lips, his hand sliding possessively around my throat.
I feel a gush of hot liquid sluice between my inner thighs as he squeezes, and I feel myselfverywilling submit to his dominance.
“I want you,” I rasp between kisses.
My hands grow bolder, and I slide a hand around the back of his neck and pull him down to me even more. A growl escapes Kirill’s throat as I do so, and the next second I’m lifted off the ground and onto his hips. His mouth and teeth kiss and nip over my jawline then throat as he holds me, and as he reaches my breasts, now at level with his mouth, he snags the white satin with his teeth and yanks it down; freeing my nipple.
I let out a needy gasp as his lips close greedily around my nipple and suckles hard enough to make my womb quake. Then when he releases and blows a soft breath across it, I jolt and shiver at the small torture he’s creating. I cling to him tightly as he repeats his ministrations to my other nipple, but then I’m suddenly put on my feet as soon as both nipples stand taut and achingly hard.
I sway, feel a tremble move through my legs and up to my core, but Kirill’s hands are there to steady me before I fall. I wait, hungrily, for him to do more, but feel shame creep in as we simply stand there by the grand staircase, letting the silence and the sounds of our heavy breathing pass between us.
“If I let go, can you stand?” Kirill asks.
I manage a nod, confused as to what's happening, and Kirill lets go of my arms. For a moment the room spins, but then my head clears, and I stand straight. I glance down at herself, feeling another bout of shame as I see my heavy, aching breasts and taut nipples are still sitting naked atop the bust of my dress.
My breasts were big before; a healthy D cup- but now thanks to the pregnancy I’ve grown to a perky double D. It's a nice perkfor the most part, but now, with such arousal coursing through my veins, they feel aching and full and heavy. With a whimper, I move to cover them, or at least try to get them back into my dress. It’s strange, but I feel more vulnerable with my breasts out like this than if I would have been completely naked.
“Don’t,” Kirill commands, snatching my hands and pushing them back down.
My eyes shoot up to him, my confusion deepening.
“But you stopped,” I argue.
“No,” he says, taking my wrists in one hand, “I was taking a moment to see how long you would wait for me. And you don’t have to worry about any interruptions. My people come when they are called. Otherwise they know to stay out of sight and out of my business.”
His eyes dip down to my breasts, his pupils dilating with need.
“You will learn to be more patient,devochka.I will teach you.”
I have no sarcastic retort as a shiver runs down my back. Even though the memories of our one night together were blurry at first, they had come back with startling vividness and had filled my dreams and even most waking thoughts. I remember the control he’d taken from me. Remember how much I enjoyed it.
“What else do you want to teach me?” I ask.
Kirill’s eyes shoot back up to mine, glittering with arousal.
“What do you want to learn?” he asks.
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Everything,” I whisper.
Kirill’s smile is slow and wicked.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, his hands moving to his belt. “Hold your wrists out for me.”
His words of praise make my sex pulse and flood, and I obediently hold out my wrists. I watch, my need and fascination growing, as Kirill slides off his black belt and expertly ties my wrists together in front of me.
“I do not like to hear the word no,devochka,”he explains as he weaves the leather, “But I will honor its use if things become too much for you. So if you ever feel like I’m taking things too far, you tell me. Understand?”
Mystified by the effect being tied by his belt had on my body, I only nod as he secures the belt.
When he finishes, he runs his pinky between the leather and skin of my wrists.
“To ensure I don’t cause any permanent damage,” he explains when he catches my curious look. “The human nerve endings can be incredibly delicate.”
