Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
He weaves his fingers into my hair, more a caress than domination, but then his words rasp out harshly. “That’s enough.”
I pop off immediately, my gaze flying to his face to see if I displeased him.
The hunger I see there makes my heart pound. He’s starting to show himself to me. That, more than anything he’s ever done, thrills me the most.
“Show me how you touched yourself before I came in.”
I stand, my fingers curling between my legs, but he shakes his head and lifts his chin toward the bed.
“I-I was like this, Master.” I crawl up on the mattress and lie flat on my belly, my hand under my hips. Knowing he’s watching makes it a different game. I part my legs wider to give him a view, arch my ass in the air.
I’m impossibly wet, dying to have him inside me.
“That’s pretty. Gospodi, that’s fucking beautiful, Kayla.” He climbs over me. “I spend every weekend memorizing how fucking gorgeous you look when you’re obeying your master.”
My body hums everywhere with the thrill of his praise. I hump my hand, showing him how much it turns me on to please him. To have him watching me.
I hear the jingle of his belt and the rustle of his clothes, and then he climbs over me and drags the head of his cock through my juices. He rubs around my clit and my toes literally curl, arches lifting with pleasure.
“Thank you for taking care of my pussy until I got here.” He shoves in with one smooth motion, burying himself deep.
I cry out, arching with the delicious pleasure of it.
“I’m going to spend the rest of the night keeping her wet and satisfied myself.” He eases back then shoves in deep again.
I moan softly. Everything feels different tonight. Pavel is different—less reserved. His passion isn’t so restrained and leashed. I roll my hips back to take him deeper.
He picks up speed, his breath already ragged, his need obviously as desperate as mine. He leans on one hand beside my head and holds my nape to keep me in place with the other as he rides me hard and fast.
“Pavel… Master,” I gasp, already hurtling toward a finish.
“You’ll come when I do,” he rasps, and I can tell by his roughened voice how close he is.
“Yes!” I cry out.
He arcs in and out of me rapidly as the room spins. I want it to last forever. I need it to come to its finish. My muscles tighten around his cock.
“Don’t you come without me,” he warns, pumping faster.
“I won’t,” I promise, but it’s not one I’m sure I can keep. But it doesn’t matter because he’s almost there. His strokes grow rough and wild, and then he shoves in deep and shouts.
I come, squeezing his cock with my inner walls in tight little pulses as the waves of bliss roll out from my core to my fingers and toes.
Pavel covers my body with his, kissing the back of my neck, his hot breath feathering over my ear. “I missed you,” he says.
That’s twice he’s said it now. The man who communicates nothing of his own feelings with me.
I’m freefalling into love with this man who I can’t have a future with. This man who lives with Sasha and is moving back to Russia.
The heartbreak when this ends is going to be exponential.
I hope I’m strong enough to withstand it.
Pavel
I bury my face in Kayla’s hair and breathe in her spring flower scent. Soon, if things come together, these moments with her won’t feel like stealing. Like another law I’ve broken. It’s starting to feel possible that Kayla could truly be mine. Not just my submissive but wholly mine.
The more I let myself see the possibility of that happening, the lighter I feel.
It’s crazy, this sensation of floating.
Kayla’s phone rings and she moans. “Sorry, Master, I didn’t turn my ringer off.”
I nip her ear. “That’s because you were talking to me with it,” I remind her. “Do you need to check it?” I reach with my hand. It’s somewhere on the bed near our knees. Finding it, I check the screen as I hand it to her. “Jagger Mason.”
“Nope,” she says, swiping left across the screen. I ease out of her, and she rolls over beneath me.
“Who is this man I have to kill for having your number?”
Laughter lights up her pretty face. “Oh my God, did you just make a joke?”
I toss the phone away from us. “Depends.”
She keeps smiling. “He runs the promotions that we work. I already told him I couldn’t work tonight. I don’t know why he’s calling.”
“I could kill him for you,” I offer.
She giggles. The musical sound enters my chest and ricochets, lighting every dark shadow there.
I smile down at her, drinking in all her sweetness.
Her phone rings again.