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I lean in and kiss her lips softly. She opens her mouth and I suck her tongue, hungry for her, as I always am. “We’re here,” I whisper.
Leading her into the foyer, Bianca looks around in wonder with Eris trailing behind, probably wondering what corner she should piss in. She’s still the worst-behaved dog on the planet, but I have a soft spot for the hyperactive torpedo.
“You weren’t kidding about this place being a fortress. You grew up here?”
“Not exactly.” I chuckle. “We grew up in Brighton Beach, but my father moved us here when we were young. Once he established the Kozlov Bratva, he needed a well-guarded estate. Lots of good that did,” I mumble, the words falling out of my mouth. “Our enemies still found a way to get to us.”
Her warm hand lands on my back, and she presses herself into my side. I don’t need to say anymore because Bianca understands the world I was born into. It’s late and we’re both tired, but I show Bianca the basics—library, kitchen, dining area, the pool we keep heated to bath-like temperatures until the first snowfall just in case she wants to take a dip tomorrow.
She settles herself on one of the pool loungers, gazing up at the brilliant stars in the sky. In the city, the stars are muted and seem so far away, but out here, it’s as if they burn more brightly.
“Amazing, huh?” I ask, enjoying her look of wonder.
She smiles. “Are Georgia and Kira around?” she asks.
“They’re dealing with business out of town, everyone will be back tomorrow.”
She nods in response and stares out at the pool before a naughty smile overtakes her face. “I think I’ll go for a dip.”
I focus on the crazy sexy woman standing before me, leisurely stripping off her dress to reveal a tiny black lace thong and bra.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “Are you stripping for me, printsessa?”
“No,” she answers. But a flutter of her eyelashes communicate something entirely different.
My blood goes hot, desire for her flaring in my chest. “Mm, I like that.”
Her head tilting to the side, chestnut curls falling over her shoulder, she purrs, “Are you going to join me?”
I sit up straight, my hard cock suddenly throbbing in my pants. She has my full attention now, and she knows it. “No,” I rasp. “I want to watch you. Take the rest off for me, printsessa. Go slow.”
Her eyes flash with heat, as she reaches around to unhook her bra. Her ample breasts slowly fall out, bouncing as they are released, and my mouth waters. I can’t wait to suck on her nipples properly.
“Now the thong,” I command.
She swallows and looks nervous for a moment, scanning to see if any staff is milling about. “Don’t worry. They know to give me privacy. Especially when I’m with my hot-as-sin young wife.”
A soft moan escapes her lips. She likes when I talk dirty to her.
“Panties off now,” I remind her harshly. She complies. Peeling the scrap of lace over her hips and down her golden thighs until she steps out with one foot, then the other. “Good girl,” I praise. “Now stuff it in your mouth.”
Her eyes nearly bulge out of the sockets, but she doesn’t refuse me. Because she likes this kind of play. I sense it in the taut lines of her body, in the way her eyes light up at my commands. She opens her mouth wide and as instructed, wraps her lips around the small piece of fabric. The sight is so erotic I need to adjust myself in my pants.
“Turn around and bend over for me. I want to see the goods I was forced to purchase.”
She hesitates for a moment, and that won’t do at all. I tsk and shake my finger at her. Then I’m on my feet, stalking towards her. “You need to listen to my commands,” I breathe, “or else you get punished.”
She moves now, turning around and touching her toes. Her hair grazes the ground while she lets me glimpse her most intimate parts.
“Better,” I say. “But you still earned this.” I smack her pussy, the punishment coming out of nowhere. She’s not prepared for it, and her body nearly buckles, but I catch her with one hand around her waist. “Should have listened the first time.” One more smack to her clit, but she braces herself this time, and stays in place, waiting for further instruction.
As a prize, two of my fingers slide into her already soaking cunt, and she releases a needy mewl that is music to my ears. Our appetites line up perfectly. She’s so wet, her juices slide all the way down my hand, igniting a shot of lust through my veins. “Hold still,” I warn before corkscrewing my fingers inside of her.
This time, she obeys without question, and I drop to my knees. Gripping her ass cheeks, one in each hand, I spread her wide to feast on. I press my face into her soaked pussy, my fingers circling her clit while I bury my tongue in her slit. I don’t go easy on her, easy is not what she really wants. I can tell my printsessa wants me to be rough with her.
“Take your panties out of your mouth. I want to hear my name on your lips,” I command.
She does as I ask, a gasp escaping her mouth as I continue to lap at her without restraint. My tongue is buried inside of her as spasms rock her body, and she squirms against my face. I deliver a stinging slap to her backside. “Hold still,” I remind her.
