Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I nod and plead, tears blurring my vision. I’m half delirious when I feel the loss of pressure and his familiar warmth between my legs again.
He pushes his thick fingers in my core and circles as he licks my clit. It’s frosted candy, blinding sunlight on snow, the clang of cymbals and trumpets at once. Too much. Too intense. I want to run from the onslaught of sensation, from the pleasure so exquisite it’s almost pain, but there’s no escape. “Mikhail,” I beg, my cheeks wet with tears. “I can’t — it’s too much — please.”
But he doesn’t stop. Over and over, he licks my clit and fingers my pussy until I’m coming against his mouth. I scream until I’m hoarse, drowning in endless undulations until I finally fall to the bed with a whimper. And still, his tongue lashes at my clit.
“Please,” I beg. “Oh, God, I need a break.” I’d take anything instead of this — his belt, or worse, starvation. I had no idea pleasure could be so punishing.
“I’ll decide when you need a break.” His harsh voice cuts through the haze. “You’ve had enough when I say you have. Breathe, Aria. Trust. Surrender.”
Helpless to resist, I draw in a breath that expands my lungs. Again, he licks my clit and this time, even though I’m so sensitive I’m on edge, I find it’s…tolerable. Bliss to the point of near pain, but not…quite.
My mouth falls open when he spreads me wide, thick fingers in my channel opening me up.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he says in a growl as he licks me again, and again, and again. I cry out loud as my hips jerk against his mouth. Tears flow freely down my face. “Beg me. Beg me, you perfect, gorgeous little slut.”
“Please! Please stop — oh, God. No,” I moan, when I find I’m right on the edge of coming again. “Don’t…please. Please, Mikhail. May I come?”
“Good girl. You please me so much. You may,” he whispers against my thigh, taking one quick moment to scrape his stubble along the edge. I feel a prickle against my clit and just as I open my mouth to gasp, the softness of his tongue flickers where he just assaulted. The sensation sends me soaring into another climax.
I’ve lost count by the time I’m boneless. Ten? A hundred? A million times he’s brought me to release, until every muscle in my body’s spent and I’m hoarse from screaming, begging, pleading, riding the waves of pleasure and pain.
“Good girl,” Mikhail croons in my ear. He seems like he’s above me. Is he carrying me? I can’t move or open my eyes. I can’t speak. I’m boneless and spent as he lifts me against his chest. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers. “I don’t deserve a woman like you, Aria.”
I wonder if I’m half-dreaming the words he lavishes over me. I feel delirious and drunk, but mostly exhausted.
“Tell me you’ll obey me. If you can’t speak, nod, my love.”
I nod. I’ll obey. I’ll do anything he tells me to. He commands the very beating of my heart with all he does, how he makes me scream with pleasure and cry in pain. I feel as if he’s climbed into the recesses of my heart and made himself at home.
It’s more than a little disconcerting.
Vaguely, somewhere in the distance I hear the sound of running water. “Where are we?” I mumble, surprised I can form words with my thick, heavy tongue. Every part of my body feels weighted and tired. Did he take me to a waterfall?
“You’re taking a bath. Hold onto me, Aria. There. That’s my girl. I’m so proud of you. You earned your punishment, little hacker, but you took it so well. So goddamn well.”
I sigh with pleasure as warm water laps at my skin. The pain on my ass and inner thighs lessens with the warmth of the water. The soothing floral scent of roses calms my senses as Mikhail holds me to his body and pours the water over me. A soft cloth at my temple and face. He cleans me gently, with care and attention. I didn’t know he was even capable of such tenderness.
And then the water is gone and I’m wrapped in something soft and warm. I sigh as I feel myself lifted. My head lays against his chest and I think to myself idly…it was worth it. The punishment and pain, every second of torture. If this is what he does when it’s over…it’s worth it. Laying my head against his chest feels like…belonging. Home. Comfort I’ve only ever imagined.
“Drink, milaya.” He speaks in Russian, sweet words I can’t understand but I don’t need to. The tone alone — praise and adoration — warms me to the tips of my toes.