Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(122)

“Yeah I do,” she said in a shaky voice. “You made sure to tell me, in great detail.”

“I am sorry we scared you, but is true. My father, he has potential to do terrible things. I cannot trust him around you.”

“That woman that he sent, was that really your nanny?”

“Da. I think is his way of showing he meant no harm, my nanny is the gentlest woman in the world, but I will never take you to meet my father.”

“Why? Do you really think he’d torture me?”

“If he thought it would benefit him, absolutely.” She started to protest and he placed his finger over her lips. “Please, believe me. You never want to get drawn into his schemes. Everything from him has a price, including the ring he gave you.”

Searching his face, she then nodded. “I believe you.”

Dimitri got a fierce look in his eyes, “I would die without you. When I hear you missing I lost my mind imagining the things that were done to me, the pain I endured, being done to you. Let me love you, Rya, so I can make you feel good with my body when words fail me.”

Wanting to soothe the fear, the desperation coming off of him, she leaned in and gave Dimitri a long, gentle kiss that had him at once softening and stiffening against him. He lifted her so that he could suck at her nipples, laving the hard tips then biting them hard enough to sting. She ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to bite her harder in a soft whisper, urging him to make her hurt. Oddly enough she still felt like she hadn’t paid the price she owed him for scaring the crap out of him and when he bit the mound of her breast almost hard enough to draw blood she screamed and rubbed her pussy against his shaft.

He tilted his hips just enough to push into her and she came undone around him, shivering and crying out his name when he roughly pinched her nipples. His touch was cruel and she loved it, loved every bit of pain he drew from her because the sensation of his thick dick filling her was nothing but pleasure. While he continued to torture her nipples she rode him hard, the water splashing over the sides of the tub. Right before she was ready to come he lifted her off of him and out of the tub.

As soon as he was out he pushed her down so she was on her hands and knees, then knelt behind her and covered her body with his. The feel of him curving over her back, caging her in, surrounding her with his damp warmth, was heaven. He guided his shaft to her entrance and slowly pushed in until she was impossibly full, arching her back to try and alleviate the discomfort of being stuffed with cock. He shifted his hips, just the slightest bit, and she moaned at the sensation of his dick pressing from a new angle.

Delicious chills raced through her as he began to move, her breasts swaying against the rug, her ass smarting from having his weight thrusting against it. She embraced the pain, let it sink into her and moved her hips back to match his strokes. Dimitri leaned up and grasped her hips.

“That’s it. Fuck me.”

She needed no more encouragement, throwing her hips back at him as she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, bright ribbons of ecstasy wrapping around her body. He reached beneath her hips and began to tug at her clit. It felt good, really good, and she sank all the way back to the root of his cock, gasping as he brought her closer to orgasm.

“Give it to me,” he growled. “I want your pleasure.”

Her pussy clamped down on him and Dimitri had to struggle to pull back, fighting her inner muscles in a way that caused her release to explode in her. As soon as she began to come he started to fuck her hard, really hard. Her whole body convulsed while he thrust into her, gripping her hips firm enough to hurt, that discomfort easily swept away by the contractions tearing through her, rendering her useless. Dimitri wasn’t satisfied and he fucked her to orgasm two more times before he finally took his own release, roaring out behind her in a way that made her smile.

When he collapsed on top of her she could barely breathe, and didn’t give one shit about it. Dimitri’s breath was heavy on the back of her neck, and the occasional aftershock twitched through her nervous system, making one of her arms or legs jerk. He pulled out of her and warm fluid trickled out of her pussy, their combined release saturating the folds of her well-used sex.

She was completely limp when Dimitri carried her back to their bedroom and barely awake when he set her on the mattress. He spread her legs and lay between them, then began to clean himself from her pussy with long sweeps of his talented tongue. Her sex throbbed and even though she felt like it should be impossible, he roused her all over again until she was grinding herself against his face.

“Love this,” he whispered before kissing her clit. “Love the taste of me on you. Don’t leave me, Rya. Please.”