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I do, letting my jaw drop so he can study my teeth. He does so carefully, even daring to stroke his finger across my lips before he releases me.
“Yes. I can think of a good many uses for that pretty mouth of yours,rabynya. Now, take off your clothes.”
I hesitate just a moment, my mind sticking on his Russian word as I try futilely to translate it rather than doing as he says. That lights a flicker of anger behind his eyes, and before I can react, he grips the collar of my shirt and rips it off me as easily as one might tear a piece of paper in two.
I gasp, taking a fearful step back automatically, but Ilya grips my hair, pulling me close once more until he’s in my face.
“You will obey me,slave,” he hisses, “or I will train you to do so. Do you understand?”
His tone sends my heart into a full-on sprint, and at the same time, my mind locks onto my role–silently victorious now that I know who he wants me to be.
“Yes,” I gasp, attempting a demure, frightened look that I hope he’s looking for.
“Yes,Master,” he insists, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Yes, Master,” I agree readily, and goosebumps rise on my flesh.
“Good girl,” he purrs, releasing my hair to stand to his full height once more. “Now, don’t make me tell you again. Take off your clothes.”
Jumping into action, I finish removing my ruined shirt then quickly add my bra to the pile. Kicking off my unlaced boots with ease, I unzip my leather skirt at the same time. Shimmying out of it, I take off my panties along with it, proving I can, in fact, obey.
Appreciation raises Ilya’s eyebrows as his gaze travels down over my body, and I’m not sure if he’s acknowledging the fact that I know how to do as he says or if he’s moved on to think about what he might do with the other parts of my body. His hands explore me as though he’s never felt my breasts before, and he palms them momentarily, the warmth from his hands seeping through my skin. Then he moves on, walking around me to squeeze my ass cheeks, slapping them as if to ensure they have a nice elastic bounce.
A foot slides between mine, and he lightly taps my ankle, silently indicating that I should spread my legs. I do, the heat of excitement creeping into my core despite the humiliating inspection he’s giving me.
Ilya steps close, his chest brushing my bare back as his arms snake around my waist to feel the muscles of my core. They move down slowly, tracing the line of my hips and massaging my thighs as his stubble brushes my shoulder, tickling my skin. Then his hands travel upward once more, moving to the inside of my thighs as he slowly tracks higher and higher.
I bite my lip, pressing my eyes closed as I do my best to remain silent for his examination, trying to embody a scared slave that might find this intimacy demeaning. But if I’m being honest with myself, the feel of Ilya’s hands exploring me, the way he knows how to touch me both roughly and gently in just the right ways has me throbbing with the need to have him inside me once more.
As if hearing my thoughts, Ilya eases my unbearable craving as he presses two long fingers inside my tender pussy. I can tell how wet I am from the ease with which he enters me, and I gasp as my walls tighten around him in response to the pain-laced pleasure.
“You little slut,” he hisses in my ear, making my heart jump uncomfortably.
For a moment, I’m drawn out of the scene, confused by his sudden anger and hurt that he would call me a slut for being turned on by his touch. His fingers slide unceremoniously out of me, and his strong hands grip my upper arms as he whirls me around to face him.
“I bought you with the understanding that you were a virgin,” he growls, his dark eyes boring into mine with very real anger.
Suddenly, the fear I was attempting to enact in my body language is very real as he shakes me, his hands holding me firmly.
“Be honest with me,rabynya. You’ve had someone inside you before, haven’t you?”
Heart pounding in my throat, I swallow hard. “Yes, Master,” I gasp, trying not to flinch.
“Well then, you’d better show me just what you’ve learned from all your experience.”
Ilya shoves me forcefully down onto my knees, and I look up at him with wide eyes, unsure of what he means for me to do. But he doesn’t wait for me to take charge. Instead, he strips his shirt in one swift move before unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them along with his boxers down around his ankles. The mere sight of his impressive erection makes my clit throb in spite of my nerves, and my lips part automatically.
“Yes, I bet you know just what to do with that pretty little mouth of yours, don’t you pet?” he purrs, his fingers combing my hair back from my face. “Show me. Suck my cock,rabynya. I want to know just what you’re worth.”
Steeling my nerves, I don’t take the time to think about what I’m doing. I’ve never gone down on a guy before. I’ve spent most my life essentially telling them to fuck off, so I have no clue what to do with Ilya. Still, I hope I don’t end up thoroughly pissing him off as I grip the base of his cock for the first time and open my mouth to wrap my lips around his head.
I do as he says–literally–sucking the tip. Then I feel a moment of self-doubt as I realize it’s also called a blowjob.Should I be sucking or blowing here?I have no fucking clue. From the sound he releases, I would guess sucking’s not the right answer. When his fingers twine in my hair and force my head back, I release him readily, aware of the fact that men don’t like it when you mess with their junk. I wouldn’t be overly surprised if I’m about to get slapped.
And as I look up at him with wide eyes, the anger in his expression tells me I’m not far off. The tendons of his jaw pop as though he’s grinding his teeth with the effort not to hurt me, and I cringe as I realize I might have just fucked up big time. Ilya’s nostrils flare, and he takes a deep breath.
“Open your mouth,” he commands after a painstakingly long pause.
I do so immediately.
