I shake my head. “I’ll enjoy it while I’m here, for however long that is.” My arms loop around his neck as I pull myself onto his lap.
“Georgia…” his eyes plead with me for something, but I'm not sure what.
“No.” I capture his mouth with mine. “I want this. All of it.” My hands run up and down his powerful arms to his shoulders. “For however long we have.”
I stand and let my dress drop to the ground. I’m sick of talking. I want to lose myself in his touch.
I strip down to nothing but a black strapless bra with delicate lace fabric, and a thong. His eyes rake over me with blatant appreciation. Feeling brazen, I lower myself onto his lap so my back is to him and my ass lands directly over his straining erection.
It’s an incredible turn-on to feel how hard he is for me, and I take great pleasure in grinding on him, teasing him with my body, until he’s had enough and grabs me firmly by my hips, pulling me down on him as he rocks his pelvis upwards.
“You think you are in charge here?” His voice is a gentle touch in my ear, deceptively soothing, but lined with steel. “You’re not.”
He reaches up and squeezes my breasts hard through the lace at the same time he bites my neck. I yelp, but he’s quick to soothe the hurt with little licks and kisses. His mouth is pure magic and I squirm on his erection, digging into my ass.
“You know better than that, don’t you, baby?” His tongue flicks out to lick along the rim of my ear. “I own this body. I allow you to feel good. I allow you to come. Just me. Because you’re mine.”
His words absolutely shatter me. I’d give anything to him right now.
Andrei stands, taking me with him. Then he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass as I’m exposed to him. “Now let me show just how much I am in charge.” With that, he walks out of the room, and I am truly his little captive, vulnerable to whatever ministrations he has in store for me.
And I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter26
GEORGIA
He doesn’t take me to his bedroom as I expected he would. He takes me to the room across the hall from this one. As he places me down on my feet, I take in the tall vaulted ceilings and dim lighting. It takes me a few moments to realize where we are. Some sort of art gallery.
Andrei pulls my back against the front of his body and whispers in my ear, “This is my special collection. As soon as I’m done fucking you, I’ll show you my favorite pieces.” His words send a jagged shiver down my spine. It seems I'm forever in a perpetual state of wanting with this man.
He pushes me down on a large chaise lounge in the middle of the room. It’s a long, cushy bench, with plenty of room for me to spread out. His eyes don’t leave mine as he reaches for his belt. The slide of leather is audible in the cavernous space. He’s quick to lose the rest of his clothes. My eyes feast on his fully naked form, my stomach fluttering at the sight of his perfection. Boxing must be a hell of a workout, because he is as close to a cutout of a marble statue as I’ve ever seen.
Lying on my belly, with my arms under my head, the cool white leather of the lounge only heightens my senses. Approaching me, Andrei hikes my hips upwards. I am completely open and vulnerable to his perusal.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, spreading the moisture all around. I seem to lose all thought as Andrei continues stroking me, teasing me all over my body. “Keep your hands on the bench. Don’t move a muscle.” I whimper at his forceful command. His filthy words and fingers make me lose control.
And then another sensation. Something I’ve never quite felt before.
A low moan travels up my throat, and I bite down on my bottom lip as I take in the strangely erotic sensation of little balls rubbing over my most private parts.
“What is that?” I ask, turning my head to the side. Through tunnel vision I make out a very long strand of pearls wound around one of his hands.
“Question period is over,” he says, his voice rough in my ear. “Now I just want you to feel.”
A harsh sting to my backside makes me howl. It’s the pearls.Fuck me! He rubs his hand over the area he just hit, the bite of pain soothed with his hand rubbing in little circles. Just as my body relaxes into his touch, another slap with the pearls. This one is sharp and brutal.
I cry out, but again the pain is muted by the pleasure. This time he pulls the necklace taut between the folds of my sex, up between my ass cheeks, like the most erotic thong on the planet. And then he rubs the balls hard between my folds, up and down, sawing in a back-and-forth motion until my brain can’t register anything else but how good this feels.
“So wet, krasotka,” he purrs, his fingers brushing over my sex. But this tenderness is but a moment’s reprieve before his thumb and forefinger capture my clit in a brutal pinch. I cry out, tears springing into my eyes, but his tongue soothes the pain with little licks, the pearls shoved to the side.
I don’t know up from down, pain from pleasure—the only tangible sensation that I can grab hold of is my need for release. Andrei must sense it because he sits up and shoves three fingers into my pussy while grinding the pearls roughly into my clit. My legs become slippery with wetness. I grit my teeth and arch into his thrusts as his fingers become more insistent, sliding in deeper, his cut body pinning me down as I writhe at his intrusion.
Just when I can’t take the sensation of his fingers stretching my tight channel, his broad crown nudges my entrance. My body zings with pleasure.
“Please,” I beg.
He flips me onto my back, his powerful frame resting between my thighs. My left leg is thrown over one of his massive shoulders. I’m spread wide for him, ready for the taking.