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Her knees buckle, but I force her back into position. She’ll stay like this until she comes. Kneading the flesh of her ass, she opens her legs a little wider for me so I can continue playing with her. My teeth gently pierce the most delicate part of her flesh, and she reflexively cries out—in one breath begging me to stop, the next coaxing me to continue. I’m driving her wild, and it’s fucking hot watching her surrender to me.
“You are going to come on my face,” I demand. “And you’re going to love it.”
“No. Not like this,” she sobs.
“Yes, like this.” There’s no compassion in my tone as I lean forward to suck her clit between my teeth, taking her to the edge of pain, and then easing off.
She gasps as I feed her two of my fingers, twisting them in and out, causing her breath to shallow and her limbs to tremble. I love watching her surrender. Every inch of her body is on fire as I work her bundle of nerves, her slickness dripping down my arm.
I go all the way now, my fingers and tongue wringing every ounce of pleasure from her sweet pussy until the surge of bliss crashes over her like a powerful wave. “Fuck, yes,” she cries out, before lowering to her hands and knees, unable to remain standing any longer.
Now she’s truly mine. Broken, exhausted, spent.
“Remember this,” I tell her, leaning down into her ear. “You’re my printsessa in public, my whore in private, and my good girl always.”
She sighs hard, reminding me there’s still so much I want to do to her.
* * *
BIANCA
I’m barely able to stand on my own two feet when I float back to earth after the most devastating orgasm of my life. Damn, what this man is capable of with his mouth alone is mind-boggling. I never in my life imagined I would bend over and do that for any man… present myself in such a vulnerable way. Having his eyes on the most intimate parts of me, soon followed by his fingers and his tongue, was such a potent turn-on.
Daniil helps me up, and I sag against his chest. His fingers delve lower, between my thighs, avoiding touching my too sensitive clit. He’s feeling the wetness that’s currently dripping down my leg into a filthy puddle.
He kisses my forehead. “Such a dirty girl. Look at the mess you’ve made.” He brings his glistening fingers up for me to admire. “Taste yourself,” he insists. Despite my earlier orgasm, I’m still crazy turned-on, loving the little games that we play together. “Go clean yourself up in the pool.” He slaps my ass as a way to get me moving, and I huff in response, my hands landing on my hips.
“Only if you come in with me.”
He chuckles at my demand. “I’m the one who makes the rules when we fuck.”
Fuck, the word sounds so baseless, especially in the context of marriage. I stand on my tiptoes and nip at his jawline before I whisper in his ear, “We’re not fucking right now, we’re talking.”
“And whose fault is that?” He smiles down at me, his arms still holding me close. Despite his dirty talk, I feel protected; like someone is looking after me for once.
But it’s not a feeling I can allow myself to get used to. “It’s your choice.” I push off his chest and saunter towards the dark water. “You can join me, or you can watch me from the deck.” I sink into the water, releasing a happy little sigh as I float weightless in the pool. It’s fall, and the air has a definitive chill to it, but the water is warm like a bath. “I think you’d have a lot more fun in here.”
I give a few lazy backstrokes, allowing my dusky nipples to peek out of the water. With a cocky smile, he unbuttons his ever-present white dress shirt. I’ve certainly spent time appreciating Daniil’s form before but watching him undress, I’m taken aback by his raw masculinity. His shoulders are so broad, every muscle bunched and defined as he abandons his shirt on a lounger, revealing impeccably defined abs.
Strong and lean, he’s covered in ink, and I take my time, shamelessly staring as he reaches for his belt, snaking it through the loops. He drops his pants to reveal muscular thighs with a smattering of light hair. I already knew what he was packing between his legs but seeing his body like this is addicting.
Catching my slack-jawed expression, he smirks. “Like what you see?”
There’s no point in denying it, so I just give him a sly smile. “Yeah, it’s alright.”
He wades into the pool, his eyes on me the whole time. I continue with my lazy backstrokes, teasing him with the bounce of my breasts above the waterline. He’s standing in the shallow end, definitely paying attention to my little show.
“Get your ass over here,” he growls. His voice is intense and demanding, but I don’t want to play by his rules.
“Make me.”
“Oh, printsessa.” He pushes off from the floor of the pool, fast as lightning. “There’s nothing I would enjoy more.”
He’s feral now, like a beast stalking its prey. My response is instinctual, like any innocent being hunted, I swim the other way. But he’s fast. His powerful strokes cause water to slosh over the edge of the pool. I make it to the ledge and am hauling myself out of the water, when one giant hand wraps around my ankle and pulls.
“Get off me.” I thrash in his grasp, fighting as if my life depended on it.
“Make me.” He throws my bratty words back in my face. I’m fighting in earnest, kicking and bucking in an attempt to escape his grasp. He waits for me to tire myself out, his hand still gripped tight around my ankle, and then, like a creature from the Black Lagoon, he gives one firm yank, and I’m submerged. When I break above the surface of the water, his rock-hard body crowds my much smaller form against the ledge.
