Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Do better,” he goads me.
I do even better. I suck him so hard he nearly blows his load in the first few minutes. But I know Alexei would never allow that to happen. So instead, he grabs me by the hair and yanks me up.
“Do you feel the need to please me?” he asks.
I feel vulnerable under his scrutiny. He already knows the answer. I don’t know why he makes me say it.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want to please you.”
He brings his lips to my ear and murmurs between kisses. “You always do, Solnyshko.”
I tip my head back and allow him access to my throat, which he kisses tenderly.
“Please me now,” he directs me. “By bending over the desk and spreading your legs for me.”
I do what he says. He pulls aside my panties and fingers me while his other hand comes down on my ass. Hard. I make a noise, and I know he can’t hear it, but he feels how much I like this. How much I like him like this.
He smacks me again on the other ass cheek, and then pulls them apart roughly with his hand, kneading the flesh beneath his fingers. And then he backs away, leaving me cold and annoyed.
“Sit on the desk and play with yourself,” he tells me. “I want to watch.”
When I turn around again, he’s in his chair. Stroking his cock slowly and deliberately. Watching as I do what he says.
“Make yourself come,” he says. “And do it fast. Or I’m not going to fuck you.”
Again, I’m doing what he asks. Like a puppet. Like he owns me. But when I look at him, I know he does.
I hate it when he does this. When he takes away what I want from him the most. It isn’t the same when I have to do it myself. But I make myself come anyway, just watching him stroke himself.
“Now fuck me,” I beg him.
“Give me three reasons,” he answers. “Tell me what you’ve done to deserve it.”
“Because you like it,” I tell him. “And I’ll make you come.”
“I could come like this,” he says.
“But you like it better inside of me.”
He smiles.
“And what else?”
“I’ll let you work for the rest of the day without distracting you.”
He makes me wait for an answer. But his eyes are on me. And I know he’s going to give in. He just likes to torment me. Make me beg for this. For him.
“Come here,” he tells me finally. “And sit on my cock.”
I do it. Without an ounce of remorse or shame. He watches and then instructs me to ride him. Which I also do. His hands remain at his sides, his eyes closed, and it frustrates me.
“You aren’t touching me,” I speak into his right ear. “Or looking at me.”
“Did you want me to?” he asks. “Or do you want the master fucking his slave?”
And I know now that he’s trying to prove a point. About my remark earlier.
He tangles my hair in his fist and draws me closer, his mouth so close to mine I can almost taste him.
“I will look at my wife whenever I please,” he tells me. “And don’t ever tell me otherwise, Solnyshko. You will be intimate with me. And you will never hide from me.”
His words are harsh, but his kiss is soft. And he gives me what I need. His hands on my body. His warmth and his sounds and his pleasure. He comes inside of me on a sigh, and remains there for a long time, holding me in his arms.
Neither one of us moves, and I know something is changing between us. Evolving. Growing. But I’m afraid to ask what it is. And Alexei doesn’t mention it either.
He simply holds me.
And for right now, it is enough.
42
Talia
Two months have come and passed. Our guests have gone, and I am grateful. Apart from the noise I would hear upstairs, I didn’t see much of them. But whatever was happening ended up occupying a lot of Alexei’s time. I’m happy to have the house back to just the four of us.
Alexei and I, Franco and Magda. And soon another little Nikolaev.
It’s surreal.
I had a scan this morning, and I am farther along than either of us suspected. Alexei sat through the whole process, quiet and steadfast at my side. We are having a boy. And when he found out, he smiled.
It was a beautiful thing.
The intensity between us is changing every day. The barriers dissolving more and more. And the question always lingering in the back of my mind. That maybe this time is different. That maybe this time, I can trust.
Alexei’s days are still his own. Spent working in his office. But at night, we dine together. And go to bed together. And he holds me. Sometimes it’s about sex. But sometimes, it’s just about us.