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“I love you, too.”
Mandy
Three months later…
“You’re not a half bad cook.”I wrap my lips around my spoon, licking off the bit of sauce I stole from the pot on the stove. Maxim’s eyes move to my mouth, exactly where I want them. I run my tongue into the dip of the spoon, taking off the last bit of the creamy concoction then smiling at him.
“You think to tease me,moy malen’kiy voin?” He arches his dark eyebrow and turns the heat off on the stove then covers the pot with the lid.
“I would never do something so bold,” I say, moving to the small kitchen table, away from his grasp. I can’t fight the grin. The office was stressful today; too many patients on the schedule, which set off one of the doctors into a hissy fit. It’s time for some fun.
The last few months have been hard, but each day it gets easier and easier to smile. Maxim does his best to make it easy when I’m with him, which is always these days. He’s not working as much; he’s been home every night since I finally made the move into his apartment last month.
“If you want something to do with that pretty mouth, I have just the thing. Come here, Amanda.” He crooks his finger.
“And if I say no? If I run?” I tilt my head, gauging the distance to the kitchen door. He’d catch me in a heartbeat, but isn’t that half the fun?
“I’ll catch you.” He hooks his hands on his hips. “Then I’ll hogtie you and force my cock down your throat. I’ll fuck your mouth until I come, and then I’ll leave you on the floor hungry.” His lips spread into a sexy grin. “Your pussy will be hungry for my cock and your belly will be hungry for my stroganoff.”
By the smell of what he’s cooked up for us tonight, I’m not sure which would be a worse punishment. Knowing Maxim, he’d make the entire ordeal worse just to get his point across.
“I won’t say it again.” He beckons me once more with his finger.
I won’t sour this moment; if he’s promising punishment, he’ll deliver. As annoying as it can be, I’ve come to depend on how unmovable he can be. No matter how hard I push, he won’t budge. And I’ve never felt safer.
I drop the spoon on the table then kick off my heels before taking the five purposeful strides to be at his side. The moment I’m within reach, his arm darts out; his fist sinks into my hair, yanking my head back.
Dark, hungry eyes level me as he looks down at me. He has me bent slightly back; if we were dancing, it would look like a dip.
“When I call you, Amanda, you come, yes?” His eyes travel slowly over my face, down my neck to my blouse.
“Yes, Maxim.” I breathe my answer.
“I hate this blouse.” He’s complained about it every time I’ve worn it, but I can’t help goading him with it. There’s nothing wrong with it aside from the fact that he doesn’t approve of the deep neckline.
While still cradling me in his fist, he uses his free hand to grab my blouse at the top buttons. One tug and buttons pop, flying to the floor.
“Maxim!” I try to grab the fabric. It won’t be fixable, I’m sure.
“You wanted to tease?” He lowers his mouth to mine, hovering just above my lips. “On your knees,moy malen’kiy voin. You’ll learn what teasing gets you.”
He doesn’t even let go of my hair as he shoves me to my knees. Another yank and he has me looking up at him.
He keeps his dark eyes locked on mine as he works open the buckle on his belt with one hand. I lick my dry lips, as he unbuttons his trousers and rips the zipper open.
I’m mesmerized by his movements as he pulls his thick, long cock out and strokes himself. A pearl of pre-cum appears and I move toward it, but he pulls me back.
“No, no, Mandy. You wanted to tease, remember?” Using his thumb, he wipes it over his round head. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He holds his thumb just out of my reach, thanks to his damn fist in my hair.
But I’m not in the mood to get in trouble, so I obey quickly.
“Good girl.” Two words that make my pussy so fucking wet, I’m second guessing having taken my panties off before coming into the kitchen.
He runs his thumb over my tongue, rubbing the salty taste of himself over my tastebuds. I wrap my lips around his thumb and gently suck. He curses in Russian, then jerks his thumb away.
“Open wide,moy malen’kiy voin.” He fists his cock and shuffles forward a step until the head of his cock is posed at my lips. “I’m going to fuck your throat hard. It will seem like I don’t love you,moy malen’kiy voin, but know that I do.”
He does this often; right before he fucks me within an inch of my life, he reminds me how deep his love for me goes. I couldn’t doubt him, not now, not after all that he’s done for me.
