I pin her hands by her sides. Her knees flap in against my shoulders, squeezing hard.
I lift my head, licking her juices from my lips. “What’s wrong, Valkiriya? Not used to receiving?”
The stain of dark pink on her cheeks tells me I’m right.
“Do I need to tie you down to help you let go?”
I see the flicker of alarm in her gaze, even though her nipples stiffen into long peaks. She’s not experienced at this game she’s playing. Not at all.
She pushes up to her elbows. “Wh-why don’t you let me finish you?”
Now I’m determined. I’m going to teach her how to receive pleasure.
I climb off the bed and pull my only silk necktie out of the dresser drawer. I walk back to her, stretching it long between my two hands.
“Wrists,” I say gruffly.
She doesn’t move. There’s a glint of defiance in her gaze.
I cock my head. “What’s wrong?” I mock softly. “Afraid you bit off more than you can chew?”
That’s all it takes. She’s competitive, this one. Doesn’t shrink from a challenge. With a haughty toss of her damp locks, she holds her wrists out to me.
I wrap one loop around them first to protect her skin, then tie a tight knot. I secure the other end to the headboard. Once she’s bound, I stand back and admire my lovely captive.
It’s the dichotomy of energies she gives off that makes her so fascinating to me. The waif-like warrior. The seductress soaked in innocence. Now, she looks at me with fluttery anticipation mixed with warning.
She’s prepared to take off my head if I fuck this up.
I give her a wicked grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it good, Kira.” I cock my head. “Is that even your real name?”
She yanks against the knots like she just realized she might be in trouble. She stops when she sees my smile and lifts her chin. “Yes, it’s my name.” There's a note of challenge in her voice that makes me believe her.
“Let’s just see.” I pick up her purse from the dresser and root through to find her passport. Kira Koslova. She’s from Moscow, same as I am. I lift my gaze to study her again. I search through the rest of her purse and wallet for anything revealing but find nothing.
I've given her long enough to miss me. To grow needy. I’ve reminded her who's in charge. That her pleasure comes at my whim.
It's time now to go back to my lovely captive.
I return to the bed where I grip her just above the knees so I can hold her open. I lower my head between her legs and start with a slow torture. A subtle delving of my tongue into her folds. Tracing around her clit. Around her entrance. Around her back hole.
She thrashes and pants. Her muscles squeeze and release. Her ass clenches and shivers. Her belly shudders in and out with each breath. I grow more aggressive, using the flat of my tongue to cover more area at once. I suck her labia, push the hood of her clitoris back to get my lips over the little nubbin.
She's sensitive. Responsive. Her panting breath turns to little mewls and cries. She yanks and tugs against my tie around her wrists. Her legs push against my grip. She lifts her core to my mouth. I penetrate her with my tongue.
I replace it with one finger. Then another. I stroke her inner wall with my fingertips, slowly at first. As her breath grows louder and faster, I shove them in and out, fingerfucking her as I flick my tongue over and around her clit.
I lift my head to watch her face as I thrust into her with my fingers. Her pale skin is so translucent it shows her flush like bright red slaps, making the fairy’s kiss on her cheek blend in.
I remove my fingers, loving her look of shocked disbelief that I would stop before she finished. I grip her pelvis and flip her to her belly, causing her to adjust her bound wrists to get comfortable. Her back is bowed now, her hair turning lighter now as it dries in a fine spray across her shoulders. She’s slender but has muscular definition like she works out. I imagine she's stronger than she appears. Of course, she'd be no match for me. I'm twice her weight and a foot taller.
I slide my fingers over her juicy opening, rewarding her for the change of position. Stroking until she humps the bed, moaning plaintively for more. That’s when I lift my hand and give her ass a hard slap.
She whirls and glares at me over her shoulder. I slap again—and again. I deliver a dozen blows, turning her ass the same pretty shade as her face.
Then I slide two fingers inside her as my thumb comes to rest on her back hole.