She sighed. Damn Novikov charisma. “No, you’re not.”
Something in his face, his body language changed and he began to stroke her throat, sending more of those uncomfortable chills through her. “I am a very good Master, Rya. I know how to get into a submissive’s mind, how to give her what she wants. Know that I can give you vast amounts of pleasure. But I will do nothing that you do not want.”
Mesmerized by his long fingers on her throat, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore how her body was slowly warming to him. “Dimitri will hate me.”
“No, dorogaya, he will not. I am here with his permission because he trusts me to treat you right.”
She gave a shaky laugh. “You know this is messed up, right?”
“Shhh, let me touch you. Let your body get used to me. Just feel.”
The command in his voice was the only thing keeping her from bolting from the chair when he began to caress her collarbone.
“Such soft skin, so pretty. I see why he loves to touch you. What does he call you? Ah yes, zaika moya, his rabbit. You are very brave, Rya, and I admire that in you.”
Her reply was lost as he began to toy with the edges of her dress, light caresses that made her pussy grow wet, needy. The conflict she felt over his touch only seemed to heighten her arousal in a perverse way, to fan her excitement into flames. She tried to argue with herself that she didn’t like it, that he wasn’t turning her on, but when his knuckles brushed her hard nipple she couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped her. Alex knew how to touch a woman for maximum effect and he used that knowledge on her with consummate skill.
His cock hardened beneath her and she had the nearly hysterical thought that both he and Dimitri had gotten lucky in the big dick lottery. Making a soft, soothing sound he shifted her slightly and stroked down her belly to her hip. She couldn’t move, feeling like her body belonged to someone else as he slowly gathered her dress up, the fabric scraping over her thighs.
She tried to pretend it was Dimitri, but Alex’s touch was different; she was all too aware of how fucked up it was that she was liking this.
When her panties came into view he made a pleased sound. “Very pretty.”
His words seemed to snap her out of the trance he was putting her in and she started to push off of him, but his arm locked around her. “No, you will stay and take the pleasure I will give you. Relax, little Rya. I will take care of you.”
The rough tone of his words mixed with her crazy fantasies about being forced, and she sucked in a harsh breath when his strong hand opened her thighs, moving one of her legs so her toes barely grazed the ground. His rough growl at the sight of her sex still covered by her panties made her pussy ache, and she battled her shame as she arched into his palm cupping her mound.
“Such a good girl. You love to please, don’t you? Such a hot, wet little pussy. You have soaked through the fabric. It pleases me very much.”
She buried her face against his chest, squeezing her eyes shut as he played with her over the silk, his long finger tracing along the slit of her sex. The hair on his chest tickled her face and she whimpered when he gently pulled her panties to the side, exposing her to his gaze. His cock twitched beneath her bottom and he let out a low growl.
“Beautiful, and so wet.”
His thumb split her sex and she gasped as he began to rub her clit. Almost against her will she rocked into his touch, her breath coming in ragged pants as she clutched at him, whimpering as he quickly worked her up to almost the point of orgasm. As she hovered on the edge he pulled his hand back, then moved her panties back in place before patting her mound.
“Please,” she whispered, hating herself for asking but needing the relief.
“Look at me.”
It took a great deal of effort to open her eyes and look up at him. When she did she gasped at the heat in his gaze and the absolute lust emanating from him. His lips curved into a small smile and she watched in fascination as he slowly sucked her glistening juices from his thumb.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
She nodded, her cheeks burning but her traitorous body craved release.
“Say it.”
The hard dominance in his voice undid her. “Please, Sir, make me come.”
“How?”
“With your fingers.”
“Not my mouth?”
“Ummm, not yet.”
He made a warm noise. “Perhaps I will convince you to let my mouth pleasure you.”
Before she could object, he began to play with her slit again, grazing his finger over her clit while he stared into her eyes. It was so odd to see that gunmetal a cool color when she was used to seeing Dimitri’s hot liquid silver desire warming her from within.