Because of the cameras, I could see what he stared at--my upturned ass and my glistening pussy. Another screen showed me from the side, my breasts shaking from my anticipation. The color of my stiff nipples darkened to a deep pink.
He positioned that black bar near my feet. "This is a spreader." With nimble fingers, he cuffed my ankles on opposite ends of it, forcing my legs wide. "Lower your head and rest on one side of your face. Then place your hands beside your ankles."
Make myself even more vulnerable?
"Safe word or surrender," he reminded me.
I lowered my head, which jutted my ass up even more. "If you've never had a submissive, how do you know so much about this stuff?"
He bound my wrists beside my ankles. "I told you, I studied sex as if it were my field." Once I was immobilized, he stepped back to survey me. "My God, zhena."
I could share the same view. My plump labia had parted to reveal my shaded entrance. My cheeks were spread, my ass exposed. I had to stifle a moan.
Never taking his fierce gaze off me, he undressed.
My heart tripped at his ominous expression. "You, uh, you look like you're about to fuck the hell out of me."
He nodded slowly. "Oh, I am. You should know what I'll expect of my wife. What our sex life will be like."
When his jeans dropped to reveal his straining erection, realization dawned. He could do anything he wanted to me.
Anything.
The idea made my clit throb.
He retrieved that cock ring. "You'll give me all my fantasies, won't you, wife? And I'll take all of yours."
My eyes went heavy-lidded as he handled his shaft and balls to adjust the leather into place. "Red-hot, Dmitri." I wished I had a picture of that--
Oh, wait, I'd have a video!
He stood behind me, a giant of a man about to use my body for filthy things. "Look at you. I'm probably dreaming this." He speared my pussy with a long forefinger. "So fucking wet for me."
I moaned, my core clamping down on his finger.
Then he wedged another one inside me. He took his time, scissoring his fingers as deep as they would go.
I turned my head from side to side because I couldn't decide which screen angle I wanted to view. "Dmitri, touch my clit."
He removed his fingers. "I will when I choose to. No sooner." He slapped my wet lips.
"Ah!" I jolted against the cuffs.
"Don't make me chastise you again, beautiful. You won't like it." He followed that slap with lighter ones until I'd slicked his big palm. He finally sank his thumb inside, reaching his fingers under me to strum my clit like a guitar.
"Yes!" I wantonly bucked as far as my bonds would allow. "N-need to come, Dmitri!"
"Not without your plug." He'd started to sweat, his muscles sheening.
"Then give it to me! Please . . ."
He removed his hand, leaving me aching. I trembled as he lubed the plug. Though not as big as some I'd seen online, the size was a lot larger than his finger!
Still, I knew he'd take care of me. All he'd ever wanted was my pleasure.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes--" I jolted again when the tip touched my ass.
"Relax, zhena." He teased my entrance, circling, then lightly pressing. Over and over. Until I needed him to shove it in! "So tight."
"No more teasing, Dmitri, please." I craved that fullness inside me as much as I craved his cock.
"In time, once you're accustomed to this, I'm going to fuck your exquisite virgin ass. Would you like me to?"
My pussy quivered. "Oh, God, yes, yes!"
He eased the metal tip deeper each time, lazily thrusting and twisting it. "Enjoy this for now, Vika." He finally penetrated me, wedging the plug in place.
After a brief stretch, sensation radiated throughout my body. I savored it, rocking my hips to get used to the feeling.
He stepped back so I could view my plugged, jeweled ass too. "So goddamned beautiful." His dick pulsed at the sight.
I would watch this tape to eternity! "Will you fuck me now?"
"Something's missing. Ah, yes, this." He spanked me with both hands. "My handprints."
The force made my ass tighten on the plug, intensifying those sensations. I moaned for more.
He spanked me repeatedly, muttering, "Your body gets my cock so hard, the tip wet for you."
I could see it. That black leather ring bit into the swollen base of his shaft, and precum beaded the pierced crown. "Dmitri."
"You're going to feel very full with me and the plug."
Between panting breaths, I cried, "Do it! I want to know . . . I want you inside me."
He gritted the words: "My wife wants . . ."
Immediately I said, "I want to come!"
"I don't think you really do. You know how much stronger your release will be . . . if we resist your urges." He laid one of his big hands on my lower back, his fingers spanning my waist. With his other hand, he worked his cockhead up and down my drenched folds.
On a screen, I could see the sculpted muscles of his ass flexing with each stroke. I wriggled my hips, trying to catch him, to tempt him. Tension gathered . . .
"Does your hungry little pussy ache for this?" He began feeding his length inside--
"Oh, my God, YES!" I screamed, coming before he was halfway in. "Dmitri!" The fullness sent me over the brink.
"Uhn! Feel you!" He shoved home, ripping another scream from me. And again. "You would've stolen my cum, just like that."
I writhed in my bonds as my orgasm consumed me, numbing my mind. . . .
Once I finally fell limp, he bit out, "More?" His muscles quaked against me. How badly he must need to come!
"Yes!"
"I will always give you more." He drew back his hips and gripped me around the waist. Then he widened his stance. He was readying.
I fidgeted in my bindings. He looked like he was about to ravage me. And there was nothing I could do but take it. "Um, Dmitri--"
He yanked me back along his cock while his body rammed forward. He yelled; I moaned from the impact.
His position, my position . . . I felt like a sexual plaything. Maybe I was a submissive, because the idea put me r
ight back on the brink.
"Your body needs to be fucked by mine. Taken." He eased out to give me another teeth-clattering thrust. And another. Soon he was pounding me. His breaths were grunts; my cry scaled higher.
I screamed his name as I came again.
"Vika! Your sweet pussy!" He never slowed, his skin lathered with sweat. "You're milking my cock!" He grew even thicker inside me. "Can't take this . . . pressure much longer." Was he loosening his leather ring? His size was unbearable.
So why was I on the verge of a third orgasm?
His damp hips slapped my ass harder and harder. Slap, slap, SLAP. "Victoria!" he roared, his fingers biting into flesh. "Need to shoot my cum . . . so deep inside you!"
My next climax forced a strangled moan from my lungs. I was delirious, babbling, sex-drugged.
Face drawn with need, he met my heavy-lidded gaze in one of the screens. "I will never let you go!"
He bellowed with pleasure, neck corded and muscles bulging, as his semen flooded my core. Ramping up his pace, he slammed into me to empty the last of his cum. . . .
With a groan, he collapsed atop me, his heaving breaths tickling my damp neck. Even as he recovered, he grazed tender kisses across my nape.
Though I was restrained, with his weight pressing down on me, I'd never felt freer. Hadn't he promised to free me? Boneless with bliss, I murmured, "Dmitri, I like how our sex will be."
CHAPTER 29
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"What will we do today?" I asked, watching Dmitri stretch naked in the morning sunlight. I blew out a breath. That man. We'd been married for a week, but my attraction kept growing.
Earlier, I'd awakened him in one of the two ways he preferred. He'd cracked open his eyes--the color of yesterday's painted gold sunset. After a moment of confusion, he'd curled his lips. "An alarm-clock BJ? Are you dicking with me?" he'd asked, using my line.
Imitating him, I said, "No. I am not." I couldn't get enough of his taste.
"Ah, Vika, I like this life with you. . . ."
I enjoyed all the luxury he showered on me, but Dmitri was the draw by a mile. Even if he had no money, I would still be infatuated with him. My toes would still curl when his waking confusion transformed to that golden shimmer of satisfaction. I'd still know more pleasure with him than I'd ever dreamed.
I'd still feel protective.
God, I felt protective.