Alex grabbed her braid again and jerked her head back so she was looking at him. “First, do not worry about anyone harming you. I will not let that happen. Second, I regret that you do indeed not know me but I can assure you that I will bring you nothing but pleasure. Third, those women with Dimitri are not bitches. They are friends who are helping him protect his woman. Understood?”
She tried to fight her tears, but failed. “Yeah, fine, great. Whatever.”
He studied her, his eyes growing darker by the moment. “I have something that would help you get through this.”
“What?”
“An aphrodisiac.”
That made her blink in surprise. “There’s no such thing.”
“Oh, little Rya, I assure you that there is.” He took a small vial out of the pocket of his leather pants.
Eyeing it, she shook her head. “I don’t do drugs.”
“It is not a drug. It is an herbal extract that will help your desire. You are correct that it is not a true aphrodisiac, it will not make desire appear where there is none, but it will immensely heighten your arousal.”
Despite herself, she was curious. “How?”
He traced the cool glass down her cheek and over her chest until he circled her left nipple. “It will make things very, very intense for you.”
That didn’t sound so bad. In fact, she could use intense right now, something to get her out of her own head. This was going to happen whether she liked it or not so she might as well get some pleasure from it. Originally her idea had been to get drunk, but even she knew that drunk BDSM was a really bad idea.
“But it won’t make me high or anything, right?”
“No. It has no affect on your ability to think.”
She searched his face and saw the truth of his words. “Okay.”
He released her braid. “We are going to have so much fun.”
A confusing pulse of lust went through her at his guttural tone and she watched as he unscrewed the top. He tipped the bottle and a thick, almost honey-like substance dripped onto the index finger of his other gloved hand. Watching her intently, he spread the glistening substance on her mouth. It smelled faintly like vanilla and when he stroked some on her tongue it had a sweet, pleasant taste. She nipped at his leather covered finger, then sucked the oil off. Her lips were warming and it felt good to gently bite him. When he made a rough, moaning noise she released him and licked her lips before looking down and admiring his cock pressing against his leather pants. Saints have mercy, the Novikov men were almost unfairly sexual. They reduced her to a mess of hormones with no effort.
Next, he applied it to her nipples, and by the time he finished, her mouth was tingling. She licked her lips and gave a soft, pleased gasp at how sensitive they were. She shifted as her sex clenched down and a rush of wetness slicked her labia.
Kneeling before her, Alex looked at the little satin panties covering her sex. Without preamble, he tore her panties away and tossed them to the side, his gaze focused on the juncture of her thighs. Desire crushed her resistance and she shifted, pressing her legs together to try to sooth the building ache.
“You have such a beautiful cunt,” he murmured. “And the outfit Catrin picked out for you makes your already plump pussy pout like a mouth begging for my kiss. Is wonderfully dirty.”
“Please,” she whispered.
She held her breath, wondering if he would lick her there, and found herself wanting it. The oil he’d spread on her nipples was sensitizing them and they began to ache, to tingle like they’d been clamped. She stared down at Alex, his focus on her sex making her wetter. Thoughts of Dimitri began to intrude but she banished them, struggling to live in the moment. Alex leaned forward and gently brushed his lips over her mound, then she felt his warm, moist breath on her skin making her moan softly.
He took an audible breath, then let out a little rumbling sound that was incredibly sexy. The tip of his tongue gently brushed her clit and she sucked in a harsh breath, arousal making her legs weak. Making a soft, soothing noise he began to kiss the curls over her sex, and steal an occasional lick at her clit. Before long she buried her hands in his hair and he slowly backed her up until they hit the edge of the sofa.
“Brace yourself,” he said in a low voice before he began to eat her sex in a ravenous manner.
Rya cried out and held onto the back of the sofa, sagging slightly before Alex stood with a low growl. He picked her up and set her on the sofa, hauling her butt to the very edge before kneeling between her thighs again. Then he looked up at her and began to slowly, ever so slowly, lick her sex. She wanted to look away from his eyes, from the intimacy of watching him enjoy her body, but she couldn’t. He wouldn’t let her.