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“I don’t care.” He kicks out a chair from behind him. “You’re going to fuck me, Pchelka. You’re going to fuck me right here.” He removes his fingers from my pussy and sucks on them while he sits down in the chair. While keeping his gaze locked with mine, he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants. “Sit, Pchelka.” He fists his cock.
“Here?” I look over my shoulder at the crowd dancing below. The music will overpower any noise we make, and unless someone looks closely, they probably can’t see us through the glass beneath the railing.
“Here.” He leans forward, snagging my hand and dragging me forward.
“I… I don’t know.”
Reaching beneath my dress, he finds my clit and pinches it. “Do you think saying no is a good idea?”
I bite down on my lip. Saying no wouldn’t matter. His magical touch would have me melting for him in a moment’s time anyway. And… I don’t want to say no. This crazy man makes me hunger for him in a way I thought only happened in dirty romance novels.
“It hasn’t been an effective strategy so far,” I respond as I spread my legs and move over his lap. He lets go of my clit and slides his hands up my thighs, raising my skirt over my ass. The chill of the club air brushes across my bare skin.
“Such a good learner.” He adjusts his hips until I’m standing right over his cock. “Sit, Pchelka.”
I sink down on his lap. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and the moment it breaks through he yanks my hips down, embedding himself inside me in one fast thrust upward.
“Fuck!” I groan and fist my hands in his shirt sleeves. “Too fast.”
“Not fast enough…” He smacks my ass. “Get moving.”
“I’m the one on top this time, Luka,” I say with a twisted smile, wrapping my hands around his neck.
He tilts his head to the side. “You think that makes you in charge, Pchelka?” he challenges.
I push up from his lap, slowly dragging my pussy along his cock until only the head remains.
“You shouldn’t tease a man like me,” he warns, though his tongue runs along his bottom lip, giving him an impish glimmer.
Sinking back down, painfully slow, I seat myself on this lap. His cock stretches me in this position, and my clit rubs against him, making the need to move all the more urgent. But I’m trying to make a point here.
“I’m not teasing. I’m enjoying you.” I rise back up, stopping halfway and lowering down again. This is torture, but seeing his eyes get darker and darker and darker makes it too much fun to stop now. Pressing my hands against his chest, I wiggle my hips from one side to the other before pushing up again.
After another three seconds of this, he growls and grabs my hips, slamming me down on his cock. “No more games, Pchelka.” He wraps his arm around my waist and hauls us both off the chair. My feet leave the floor in one second and my back hits the table in the next.
He yanks his belt free of his pants and leans over me, sliding it behind my head.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to twist around, but he’s faster. He has the belt around my neck and has pushed the leather end through the buckle and pulled. I’m completely leashed to him.
“Enjoying you.” He thrusts his cock into me, shoving the table across the floor. “Fuck, I’m enjoying you.” He grins down at me. “I want to enjoy your ass buried against me.”
Without letting go of the belt, he tugs me off the table and spins me around.
“Luka!” I cry out as his hand smacks my ass before shoving me down over the edge.
His body blankets my back, his mouth presses against my ear. “I warned you about teasing a man like me,” he says.
He works the belt around my neck, so the buckle is behind me. When he pulls back on it, I have to lift up and back to keep it from choking off my airflow.
“This is better,” he growls. In the next instant, his cock sinks between my thighs and he plows into me again, shoving the table across the floor an inch. “Work your hand beneath you and play with your clit, Pchelka.”
He eases up on the leash enough for me to wiggle my hand between my thighs. The edge of the table cuts into my arm when he thrusts forward, but it’s quickly forgotten when he shoves his thumb into my ass.
“Luka!” I buck up, but he tightens his grip on the belt.
“Be a good girl, Pchelka. I’m going to ride you now, and you’re going to come unglued for me.”
The belt tightens around my throat, and in the next moment, he pulls back and unleashes on me. His thrusts get harder, faster. All the sensations meld together. I can breathe, but it’s tight. It’s the threat of no air that makes my clit swell beneath my fingers as I rub. My pussy clenches around his thick cock as he pummels me, over and over again. The slapping of our bodies overrides the music being pumped into the area.
