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She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure even a vodyanoy knows the only good hand job is done with the mouth, not the hand.” She snickered, as though she was the most worldly girl in existence for repeating what he’d told her once as a joke. She was getting harder to shock, but every time he managed to was a small victory.
“Oh, now I understand.” He nodded sagely, then gave his next words more volume. “You want me to stick my cock in your ass.”
She squeaked and put her hand over his mouth, blushing furiously and squeezing her eyes shut. “Don’t say it so loud!”
That was what it was for? She was serious? He’d been teasing.
“You want me to do that to you now? Out here?”
Coyly, she gave a half shrug and looked anywhere but at him. “If you want to, vodyanoy. I’m sure if you wanted to I couldn’t stop you.” She squirmed against his chest, and her pussy slipped along him, warm, ready, and smelling as aroused as she looked. He spread her pussy lips farther apart, until he could see her clit hood.
The careful dab of his thumb against the sensitive bud made her hips strain toward him. She rocked against his chest, looking for more stimulation. Slipping two fingers up inside her, he finger fucked her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. She knew him too well, and tried to sneak an orgasm before he caught on and stopped her.
“No!” she complained. “I need to.”
“Slaves don’t get to choose when they come,” he reminded her. “Turn around.”
He propped himself to lean back against the tree he’d been lying under, and had her straddle his leg.
She made a sound of indignation when he pushed her forward until her hands were braced on the ground on either side of his jean-clad leg, but stayed there, her ass and other soft bits on full display.
Try as she may, she couldn’t close her legs enough to hide a thing from him. Such a lovely view. He was going to have to remember to introduce her to reverse cowgirl at some point.
He slid his hands over her bottom, stroking and massaging until her muscles relaxed, moving gradually closer both to the cleft of her ass and her inner thighs. With his thumbs, he spread her ass cheeks apart, inspecting the small puckered hole she expected him to somehow wedge himself into. He’d only had one finger in there before. This wasn’t going to be pleasant for either of them.
Chapter Thirteen
She clung to his ankle, so nervous, excited, and turned on that she had a hard time not jumping up and screaming that she’d changed her mind, just because she couldn’t handle the racing of her heart.
When Konstantin did things to her ass, it felt taboo and dirty, and she’d gotten obsessed with the idea of him taking her there. It had started with a particularly vivid dream and was fueled by his ongoing teasing on the subject.
The last time Konstantin had been gone Everly and Kate had come over to hang out again. With those two, the subject always turned to sex, and when she’d shyly asked about anal, they’d assured her they both loved it. Everly had dropped the oil off to her the next day, and she’d been carrying it around in her bag ever since, feeling like a very naughty American girl.
It was her last virginity, and she wanted her Masterd to have it in case she was forbidden to see him again. It had to be now.
His rough fingers brushed gently down the c
revasse of her bottom, tickling their way down toward her asshole. It clamped more tightly shut as he trailed his fingertip over it, and the racket of sensation made her quiver. He did it again and she reminded herself to stop holding her breath.
“I’m going to push my cock into this tiny hole tonight, slave. Is it going to make you scream and cry?”
She could tell the idea of her suffering through it turned him on. Maybe it meant she was strange, but she liked when he hurt her and showed her who was boss. The way it aroused him excited her.
There had to be a limit though, right? How much would something have to hurt before it was so much pain that didn’t make her panties wet?
“Maybe, Master. But I’m just a small girl. I can’t stop you from doing what you want.”
His chuckle was licentious. “You like the idea of being forced to do things?”
She knew he’d stop if it was really awful, but the idea that he could choose not to stop and there was nothing she could do about it was something she’d fantasized about since she was old enough to know about sex. To have her will disregarded and to be used for a man’s pleasure wasn’t something she’d thought she’d ever admit to wanting, but Konstantin was so open-minded and kinky that her darkest fantasies didn’t even make him blink.
“Of course not, Master,” she said reproachfully. “I’m a good girl.”
Instead of laughing, he groaned. She heard him open the jar, and tensed as his slick finger swept over her anus. He circled it there, added more lube, then wiggled the tip of his finger into her. Although he’d done this to her before, this was less heat of the moment, and the feel of him watching her body slowly grant him access made it feel lewd and sexy.
“Look at how tight you are,” he murmured appreciatively. “Your body is trying to keep me out. That’s not how good girls behave.” He made fake sounds of disapproval. “Aren’t you supposed to try your hardest to accommodate me?” The slow coaxing of his thick finger up into her ass made Varushka death grip his calf. If he so much as flicked her clit by accident she was going to come so hard.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she choked out.
