Chapter Twenty-One
RAVEN
I havea shower and change into a slinky black dress that Cindy insisted I bring before going downstairs. The temperature drops quickly on the moors and Konstantin has already lit a log fire in the massive fireplace. It warms the room nicely. He must have heard me on the stairs because he comes out of one of the doors and watchesme.
He walks up to me. There is something alert and tense about him. “You look beautiful,” he says softly.
“Thank you.” His eyes make me feel naked and strangely exposed.
“There’s only one thing missing.”
“What?” I whisper.
He raises his hand and shows me a black butt plug. “This.”
My eyebrows rise with surprise.
“Ever used this before?”
I shake myhead.
A possessive light comes into his eyes and I feel his need vibrating behind his skin. “No?”
Caught by the smolder in his eyes, I shake my head dumbly.
“Do you want to give up your virgin ass to my cock, little Raven?”
A shiver that steals my breath moves through me. Inod.
“It’s gonna hurtsome.”
I nod again.
“I’m going all the way up, baby. Every last inch is getting buried in there. Are you ready forthat?”
The idea that he will be the first to own every part of me excites me. I find my voice. “Yes.”
“And once I’m inside I’m going to make you glad you saved that sweet ass for me, because I’m going to fill it up with mycum.”
I take a deep breath and his scent fills me. I focus on it. The possessive, dirty talk starts up a fire in my belly. I don’t know why, but I want everything he wants. “Yes, I wantthat.”
His eyes blaze. “Good. On the table, spread open on all fours.”
He holds out his free hand and I place mine into it. He helps me on the long table and puts me into the right pose. There is a bottle of lube on the table. It is a strange feeling, almost taboo. As if I am the dish that will be consumed. It is both degrading and exciting. I get on my hands and knees on the smooth, hard surface and he takes his position behind me. His hands slip under the slinky dress, his fingers light and warm. Slowly, he slides the dress up and over my hips. I can feel myself become wetter and wetter with excitement.
“Glad to see how excited you are, Raven,” he notes.
My insides itch hotly for something I have never had, but I know Iwant.
Lay your cheek on the table and spread your ass-cheeks apart. I expose myself to him, I feel the change in the atmosphere. He is fighting to control his own urges. The knowledge makes erotic energy course through my wholebody.
“Relax and open up,” he encourages thickly.
I feel as if I am on fire when he laps up the moisture from my pussy, and uses it to push against the ring of muscles. I hear him reach for the lube and squirt it on his finger. I moan when his slick finger eases in. His finger sinks past the first knuckle. Then the second. Until I feel his hand on my butt cheeks. He pumps his long finger in and out until my inner muscles start throbbing. Then he withdraws his finger, and to my great surprise, I feel the loss of him. He walks over to the front of me and holds the butt plug in front of mylips.
“Wet it,” hesays.
It slides into my mouth and I suck it. The whole time his eyes rake my face. When he pulls it out a string of saliva hangs from it. He goes behind me and rests the cool lubricated tip against my opening. Leaving it there he rubs my back, shoulders, and neck. Slowly, sensuously. As I moan with pleasure he slips the head in. I tense.
“Relax and push out …” he says softly.
As soon as I do he pushes the plug deeper in. “Just a little bit more,” he consoles, when I fret. Then he reaches under me to find my clit and while I groan and twist with pleasure, suddenly, without warning, he jams the plug all the wayin.
Igasp.
“There, all done.” He pulls my panties over it and comes to the front ofme.
“You’re now mine to do what I want with. Make sure you knowit.”
He slaps my ass cheek and I feel the anal plug jerk inside me. Then he guides me down from the table in such a gentle way, that I am more shocked by his solicitous behavior than his claim on myass.
With the plug inside me we eat stuffed peppers and rabbit stew at the same table where I was stuffed. The food is excellent and we talk as if we are just two strangers who are out on a date enjoying a meal together. He is charming, knowledgeable and interesting, but underneath every word, glance and accidental touch, something primal throbs. I’m entranced byhim.
In the firelight his hair gleams like spun gold, and his eyes sparkle as he strokes my hand and asks me if I like thestew.
“I thought you couldn’t cook anything other than steak?” I say lightly. Inside I am trembling with fierceneed.
“I didn’t cook it. It was left in the fridge for us by a woman who lives in one of the nearby villages. I just heatedit.”
The words are domestic and unremarkable, but our eyes are locked. I can’t look away. I forget about the plug and try to cross my legs. Whoa. Bad idea. He smiles knowingly, then leans forward and pushes his tongue into my warm willing mouth. The kiss is long and passionate. I feel devastated by the emotions sweeping through me. He breaks thekiss.
“Who are you?” I whisper.
“Eat. You will need your strength,” he mutters.
I continue to eat but taste nothing. We play a game. It is my idea. “As soon as a question is asked you have to say the first word that comes into your head. If you dally there is a forfeit.”
“All right. You begin,” hesays.
“Plum.”
He looks amused. “Why?”
I smile back. “Because of the way the word sounds. Plus, I love plums. Now, your favoriteword.”
“Love.”
I stare at him. Amazed. “Really?”
He nods. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because …”
“You can’t think. You have to say the first thing that comes into yourhead.”
“Because I can’t haveit.”
“Why do you saythat?”
He blinks. A strange expression crosses his face. “Do you like your butt plug?” heasks.
I know then I’ve hit a raw nerve and he has to resort to sex to obfuscate the real issue. “Yes, but only because you put it in there,” I reply.
“I want to fuck you with the plug inside you rightnow.”
“Go ahead. I’m here. I’m yours.”
He takes me in front of the fire and strips me. Then lays blankets on the floor and gets me on all fours again.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble.
I turn my head to look at him. “No, but I just had my period.”
His jaw clenches. “Then I’m going inraw.”
The idea excites me. I want to feel his skin. I want our juices tomix.