She whimpered and nodded, her body restless with her need. “Use me, Master. I’m yours.”
Emotions assailed him and he quickly moved between her thighs, loving how she spread and tilted himself for him. He wanted to tell her that she was his, that she would always be his, but he couldn’t do that to her. Already he feared how much it would hurt to leave her. His own agony would only be compounded by her sorrow. With a low, deep groan of pleasure he pushed into her, then bent so he could suck on her neck while he began to fuck her, giving her only a moment to adjust to his dick before taking her hard and fast like he’d promised.
Her eyes went wide and she tugged helplessly at the restraints, her back arching beneath him while he powered into her. Thanks to her dick teasing he was ready to come after only a few strokes and he didn’t fight the sensation, instead allowing the explosive orgasm to overtake him. She whimpered as he shouted out and pressed into her as far as he could, filling the condom with his seed in a short, but intense climax.
“Oh God,” she cried out. “Please, I’m going to come.”
He swiftly pulled out and gave her pussy a hard slap. To his surprise, instead of halting her orgasm his slap pushed her over the edge and he sat back on his haunches, watching the beauty of his girl coming without anything touching her. The mounds of her breasts shook with her hard pants and her pussy contracted and released like it was sucking on a dick.
After she finished he stood and removed the condom, going to the opulent bathroom and cleaning himself before returning to Rya. She gave him an apprehensive look while he gently bathed her sex and kept silent, letting her imagination run wild with what her punishment would be. And he would punish her, then pleasure her, then punish her again. He wanted to learn what drove her wild, to give her orgasms until she was limp in his arms, then pamper her and coddle her, to do all the tender things he’d never wanted to do to one of his kept women.
Even though he knew he was only setting himself up for heartbreak, he couldn’t stop the warmth in his heart that grew more intense every moment he was with his little Rya.
Chapter Eleven
Rya jerked at her bonds, the need to orgasm again a burning pain consuming the lower half of her body. To her disappointment Dimitri walked, gloriously nude and still hard, over to the closet. He dug around in his suitcase and came back with an MP3 player. She watched him fiddle with it, then put it in the dock next to the bed. A few seconds later Nine Inch Nails rendition of the song Get Down Make Love started to play, and her body broke out in goosebumps.
It was the perfect, hard, dirty, rough music for the way she wanted him to take her. She needed him to fuck her hard, make her ache, make her feel him between her legs, cover her in his scent and own her. Her soft whimpers were probably inaudible over the sound of the music and she was glad their hacienda was isolated from the others because the music was loud enough that she could feel it in her bones.
Dimitri prowled towards her, his gaze locked on her body, making her tremble with the intensity of his stare. He was so hot, his muscles moving beneath his skin. Better still, he was dangerous. Even if she had been unaware of who and what he was, the potential for violence came off of him in invisible waves and it made her clit throb.
Not speaking to her, he stood next to the bed and stroked his hands over her body, awakening her skin to his touch, making her crazy for him. When he slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked her clit she keened and thrust her hips into the air. With ruthless efficiency he slammed two fingers into her while stroking the little bundle of nerves that was now as hard as a pearl against his thumb.
“Come for me, my Rya,” he said in a loud growl.
The orgasm burst from her like her body was no longer her own. She cried out, her vocal cords failing her as her pussy clamped down on his thrusting fingers, making her shudder. He leaned down and latched onto her left nipple, sucking it hard, then biting down. The pain mixed with the endorphins of her orgasm, drove her higher until she was begging him to stop.
He eased his fingers from her and painted her nipples with her arousal, then began to lick it off while looking at her. She’d never been with any man who liked this much eye contact, but with Dimitri she found she couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t free herself from his gaze. He was her wolf and she was a scared little rabbit, hoping he didn’t devour her but also wishing he would. She wanted him to consume her, to make her part of him.
Once again, he slid his fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit to a fast, hard orgasm while giving her a savage smile, as if he knew he had more control of her body than she did.