Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
His voice is full of urgent demand, and although his need for control panics me, my worry isn’t bothersome enough to stop this. I take him deeper with every suck while swiveling my clit like I’m winding up a jack-in-the-box. I give it my all to bring us undone, only surrendering to the madness once a low guttural roar of satisfaction leaves Matvei’s mouth a second before hot cum erupts from the swollen head of his cock.
It is a blistering, crazy couple of seconds as we ride through the wave pummeling us. I’m both hot and cold but too shattered to allow the shock that I brought myself to ecstasy with nothing but my fingers to enter the equation.
Once every drop of Matvei’s cum has been swallowed, I inch back, then peer at him with a sheepish grin. I’m quite pleased with myself, both for the swiftness of our exchange and for how satisfied his expression is.
He looks thoroughly fucked.
“Is that everything, Mr. Ivanov?” I ask, my mood playful since a healthy buzz of electricity is still strumming through my veins.
His jaw twitches along with his cock when he murmurs, “Far from it.”
I love how groggy his voice is. It shows he held back more than a wish to punish me for touching myself.
After tucking away his half-mast cock, he drags his belt through the loops of his trousers. “If I recall correctly, you have a penance to be paid.”
“Now?”
He heads to a dining table in the expansive open space as if I didn’t say anything.
After swiveling an antique wooden chair away from the table, he takes a seat before demanding me to his side. I hesitate, not because I’m a one-orgasm-and-done girl, but because I assumed when we made our agreement, he would spank me with his hand. There was no mention of a skin-welting belt.
“Now, Natalya,” Matvei snaps out, his tone commanding and spine-tingling.
“You’re not going to hit me with that, are you?” I ask, my voice as shaky as my nudge to his belt.
Once again, it isn’t solely fear shuddering my voice. Excitement is there as well, but the balance isn’t as on par as it was earlier. It is teetering toward the negative.
After angling his head and lifting his lips to one side, Matvei says, “You’ll have to come here to find out.”
Foolishly, I scamper to my feet before slowly crossing the room. Even with it falling back into place, the indecent length of my skirt leaves nothing to the imagination. Matvei can see how wet I am, and it frustrates him more than it pleases him.
I realize why when he asks, “Who do your orgasms belong to, Natalya?”
Too horny to use a single brain cell, I reply, “You.”
His snarl turns into a smirk. “And who is the only person allowed to make you come?”
“You.”
My eyes snap from the rapid incline of his zipper to his eyes when he asks, “Then why are you so fucking wet?”
I could argue that he gave me permission to come, but since that would place a slope on my side of the field, I lick my lips and murmur, “Because you taste too good for my pussy to act nonchalant.”
His groan is so mind-numbing only the slightest bit of panic fills me when he grabs my wrist and pulls me down until I’m splayed across his thighs.
It dawns on me that my earlier panic about his belt was unnecessary when he uses it to bind my hands behind my back. He doesn’t circle the stiff leather around my wrists. He teethers it in the middle of my forearm, right at the spot Tyler grabbed when he yanked me away from my attacker.
“Ouch,” I murmur with a groan when he tightens the belt so firmly it pinches my skin.
“Quit whining. This is nothing compared to how hard he grabbed you.”
“He didn’t hurt me—” My words are forced into a groan when the first spank sends a fiery heat creeping across my backside.
“He shouldn’t have touched you.”
I get two spanks this time around. Both are as firm as the other.
“He is not yours to touch.”
Another two hits, the intensity and strength gaining with each smack.
“I had the situation under control.”
I don’t know whether to sob or moan through the next two spanks. The urge to do both is overpowering, but the latter wins when Matvei massages the spot stinging in the aftermath of his anger.
After soothing the sting long enough for my back to arch with the hope of more, Matvei says, “I will not have another man’s hands on you, Natalya. Not his. Nor my brother’s. Not even your husband’s.”
I swallow the brick his last sentence forces in my throat but choose the silent route.
Even fireworks seem dull when I announce that dead men can’t talk.
“You are mine, and I’ll kill any fucker who says different.” My lips part to suck in much-needed breaths when his groping hand lowers several inches. As his middle finger strokes my labia, he asks, “Do I make myself clear, Natalya?”