7
VIKTOR
Caterina is driving me fucking insane.
The last thing in the world that I’d expected when I came upstairs tonight was to see my wife in lingerie, kneeling on the floor for my pleasure, ready and willing to submit to me. I would never have expected it.
Nor would I have expected what came after, for her to submit so completely, to take the flogger and beg for me to let her come. Her sweet pleas nearly undid me, but I’d wanted to taste her, to devour her pussy and make her come on my face. To feel how completely she could give herself over to me when she’d decided to allow herself her pleasure.
I don’t know why Caterina decided to give in, why she stopped fighting me. But I can’t bring myself to care. My wife on her knees of her own volition, my wife bent over the bed for her punishment, my beautiful Caterina spreading her legs and begging for my tongue and my cock is beyond erotic. It’s beyond arousing.
It’s the best fucking sex I’ve had in my life, and it’s addictive. The thought of losing her now, of losingthis, is unthinkable.
I’d planned to take her from behind, to finish in her ass and dominate her completely, to take full advantage of her willingness to submit to me. But somewhere in the middle of it, between her grinding out her orgasm shamelessly on my face and the pleasure of having my cock buried inside of her, I’d lost my fucking mind.
That’s the only explanation for the things I’d said, the nickname I’d called her, the way I’d felt as if I needed to see her naked body and her face looking up at me as I fucked her more than I needed to breathe. I’d needed to see her eyes, glazed with pleasure and desperate for me, needed her bare, to kiss her and devour her with every part of me as I fucked her. And when I’d come inside of her, the only thing on my mind had been the possible result of my cum flooding her.
Caterina, pregnant withmychild. Bound to me, irrevocably, forever.Mine.
It hadn’t been enough to keep Vera with me. But I know it would be enough to keep Caterina. Even my own children, the ones that aren’t hers by blood, are part of what kept her from running as long as she did. I know it.
Our child would make her mine forever.
It felt as if something primal overtook me, something fierce and undeniable. I’d never done anything like what I did with her, holding my cum inside of her, fingering her to another orgasm as I pushed it deeper inside of her, and I’d never been aroused by it. For me, coming inside of a woman has always been a physical pleasure, not a psychological one.
But suddenly, the thought of filling Caterina even more, of flooding her with my cum until she couldn’t hold another drop, felt arousing in the deepest, most primal, possessive way.Mine. Mine, mine, mine. The thought looped in my head as I drove her to another climax, her arousal, and my cum coating my fingers as I thrust them inside of her, and I was suddenly rock-hard again, almost painfully so.
And as she arches against me, grinding out her pleasure against my palm, I can’t breathe with how much I want her. Because she wantsme. For all of her attempts to deny both of us, to rebuff me and fight me and pretend that she despises me, it’s all gone tonight. The desire on her face and written through every part of her body is as naked as she is.
I have to fuck her again.
Fill her, mark her, until she’s so utterly soaked in me that she’ll never be free of me again.
“You want more,printsessa?”I ask, nipping at her lower lip as she clenches around my fingers, savoring the taste of her mouth. I pull my fingers out of her, soaked in our combined cum, and as I roll her onto her back, I look down at her, flushed and disheveled and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. “Let me fill you up again, then.”
She gasps, looking up at me, and I take that opportunity to push my fingers into her mouth, sliding them over her tongue so that she can taste herself and me on them. When her lips close around them, tightening as her tongue licks us off of her, I think I might go crazy with lust.
All my life, I’ve prided myself on my self-control. In a world filled with brutes and cruel men, men driven by their desires, by violence and lust and rage, I’ve tried to be a man who sticks to a code. It’s not a code that everyone understands, perhaps not even one that’s moral, but I’ve clung to it nonetheless. I’ve refused to torture men for revenge or pleasure, to kill out of anything but a necessity, to fuck women who weren’t willing. I’ve never cheated on a wife. I made a point of coming home every night, of loving my family, of ruling with respect when possible and fear only when necessary. Iamfeared because everyone who knows the name Viktor Andreyev knows that I am merciful until I am not, and then there’s no plea or bargain that can save you.
I am thepakhan,the Bear, the ruler of my territory, and a name whispered all across Russia. And now one man is threatening to take it all away, and one woman is making me feel as if I’ve lost every bit of self-control that I’ve ever had.
I’ve trusted all my life that that code could wipe away some of the sins I know I’ve committed, that it could balance the scales. But Caterina tells me that it’s not enough.
Just as I demand her submission to me, she’s demanding something else.
She’s demanding that Ichange.
And right now, looking down at her with her full lips pursed around my fingers and her dark, pleasure-glazed eyes locked onto mine, with her legs around my hips pulling me into her for a second time, I can’t help but wonder what that would look like.
If there’s a way to keep her and myself, too.
A child. It hadn’t worked with Vera, but Caterina is stronger. I saw the horror in her face when I told her what Vera had done. If I give her a child, she’ll stay. And one day, she’ll see that the good that I try to do outweighs the sins that she can’t bear.
She’ll see, even though Vera couldn’t.
Her gasp when I push myself into her nearly undoes me. I can see the pleasure written across her face in every line of her straining body as she meets my thrusts, arching upwards. Her hands are clawed in the blankets, her breasts shaking as she wraps herself around me, fucking me as hard as I’m fucking her. I can feel how wet she is, my cock glistening each time I slip out of her with her arousal and my cum, and it turns me on even more, making me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. I want to fuck her all night, take her over and over again until both of us collapse exhausted. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a woman this badly—maybe never before in my life.
Caterina makes me feel things I’ve never felt, want things I’ve never wanted. Things that are supposed to be unobtainable for a man like me, unrealistic.