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As I suck—slowly at first, then faster—his grip on my locks remains firm. His breathing gets labored, so I switch to licking. I love it, this feeling of elation that spreads through my chest as I see him coming undone. I never would have thought I would enjoy going down on a man, or how much it would turn me on. But this is my Pasha. And I want to do everything with him. I take him into my mouth again—as far as he can go—and he groans as his warm cum explodes down my throat. I swallow it all.
His chest is rising and falling rapidly when I climb on top of him. His hand is still tangled in my hair, clutching at it as if it’s a lifeline.
“I love you,” I whisper, “so very much.”
He stares at me for a few moments, then presses his lips tightly together. “Are you sure, Asya?”
“I’m sure.” I lean and press my lips on his forehead. “Can’t you see that for yourself?”
He lets go of my hair, sliding his palm around my neck to cup my face and tilt my head up. I expect to see him smiling, but the expression on his face is serious.
“You’re very young, baby,” he says as he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “What if you meet someone along the way and decide that this . . . us . . . is notitfor you? I don’t think I could survive watching you walk away again, mishka.”
I peer at him for a minute, studying his flattened lips, his crooked nose, and his metallic gray eyes that sometimes say more than his words.
“What is love for you, Pasha?” I ask and brush the back of my fingers down his face.
“The feeling of never being close enough.” His other hand comes to the back of my neck, squeezing lightly. “I have the need to somehow absorb you into my chest, so you’ll always be with me. Safe from harm. Only mine. Forever.”
I open my mouth to say something, but he silences me by slamming his lips to mine.
“I love you to the point of madness, Asya,” he whispers against my mouth, “and I really need you to be sure. Please.”
I bite his lower lip, then trail kisses down his neck and lower until I reach his heart. I can feel it beating wildly. With one last kiss just over his heart, I climb off his body and head into the walk-in closet. I open the drawer and slide my fingers over the ties folded neatly inside until I reach the deep burgundy one. It’s not exactly red, but it’s close enough. I take it out and head back into the bedroom. Pasha’s eyes follow me as I walk toward the bed, his gaze focused on the tie I’m holding.
“Mishka?” he straightens until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?”
“I want to show you what love is for me.”
I come to stand between his legs and take his hand, placing it on my chest, just over my heart. “You never asked me why I freaked out because of the ties. One of the first clients used his tie to choke me while fucking me. I thought I was going to die that night,” I say and raise the hand holding the tie, then drape the silky fabric around my neck.
“Asya, no.” Pasha reaches for the tie, but I take his fingers in mine and lay his palm back on my chest.
“Can you feel my heart beating faster than normal?” I move his hand a little up and to the left. “No. Is my breathing getting erratic? It’s not.”
With my free hand, I take one side of the tie that’s hanging loose over my front, wrap it around my neck twice and tuck the end into Pasha’s palm resting on my collarbone.
“Last week, I tried helping Arturo with his tie. I adore my brother, and I know he wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt me. My hands were shaking so much that I asked him to do it himself instead.” I lift my eyes to meet Pasha’s. “Do you see my hands shaking now?”
“No, baby,” he says in a strangled voice.
“Every single part of me is in love with you, Pasha. My body. My mind.” I wrap his fingers around the end of the tie and, keeping my hand over his, I pull on it. The silky material tightens around my neck. “Even my subconscious knows how great and unconditional that love is. So, yes. I’m sure.”
I release his hand and hold his gaze as he unwraps the tie from my neck. He does it slowly, careful not to pull on the fabric, and throws it to the floor.
“I’m getting rid of all of those anyway.” He reaches and scoops me into his arms, then throws me onto the bed.
I bounce twice, laughing. Pasha climbs on the bed, but instead of hovering over me, he takes my ankle and raises my leg to his mouth, placing a kiss on my toes. I giggle and try pulling my leg free, but he keeps his hold.
“Stop!” I wail.
“Not gonna happen,” he mumbles and moves his lips to the arch of my foot.
When his lips find the supersensitive spot on the inside of my ankle, I put my other foot on his chest and try pushing him away without success. “I’m ticklish. Pasha! No, not there!”
“Everywhere, mishka. I plan on covering your whole body with kisses. Every day.”
He trails the line of kisses up my leg to my pussy. I feel his warm breath as he gently kisses it before he buries his face between my legs, sucking at my clit. His hands glide up my legs and under my butt cheeks, lifting my ass. I choke on my breath and grab the headboard above my head, holding on for dear life as he slides his tongue inside me. My thighs and arms are shaking as if I’m burning with a fever, and my mind goes blank, focused solely on the sensation of his tongue on me. Suddenly, his mouth vanishes but, a moment later, I feel his cock entering me. He isn’t even fully inside and I’m already close to coming.
