by Lylah James
I was being lifted and then settled on Lyov’s lap. I flinched when my sore buttocks made contact with his thighs. Master held me close, and he brought my head to his shoulders. I buried my face into neck and finally…I took the deepest breath and everything was right again.
I smiled against his skin. I looked up and our eyes met. His gaze was hard but proud, and I reveled in that pride. “You were so good, Maria.”
“Thank you, Master.”
His fingers trailed up my neck, and then he cupped my jaw. Our lips met, and our kiss was unhurried.
When we pulled apart, Lyov gave me a look. I could see a dangerous gleam in there, and I instantly knew he knew the truth. “Maria. Did you purposely break my rule because you wanted me to punish you?”
I looked down, embarrassed, guilt clawing at me. “Maria, look at me.”
My eyes snapped up. “Answer me,” he said with a growl, displeased that I was avoiding his question.
I gave him a small nod in response. “I wanted…I needed…I mean…”
Not being able to say it out loud, I could only stare at Master in desperation, hoping he could hear my unsaid words.
I craved his control on me. I craved Master’s dominance and the need to submit, to surrender, to let him play my body and mind as he pleased. To let him take care of me like I knew he would.
Over the last few months, Lyov spoiled me. I was a good girl, and Lyov was the sweetest and the gentlest. But I was missing his other side. The side I had seen at the auction, our first night together…the first time he touched me…the very first time I pleased him with my mouth and made him come.
I needed that side of Lyov. I needed him to be my Master. And I knew the only way to bring it out was to play with fire.
I knew that Lyov understood me before he even handed out my punishment. He just wanted me to say the words, to admit what I wanted and why I did it.
The menacing look was back on Lyov’s face again. He looked beautiful like this. Before I could think, he had me by the throat again, and I almost smiled.
There you are, my Lyov.
His lips curled back in a dangerous snarl, and his jaw clenched. “You. Played. A. Dangerous. Game. Maria.”
“I’m sorry,” I breathed again.
“No. You aren’t.” To Lyov, I was transparent.
“But don’t worry, little one. You will be very sorry by the time I’m done with you and tonight ends,” he rumbled dangerously, the sound vibrating through his chest.
I gasped, and then an intense heat went through my body. Without waiting for my response or giving me a chance to really think, Lyov was pushing me down on my knees, until I was kneeling between his spread legs.
In front of me, Lyov tugged at his belt and then unzipped his pants agitatedly—almost impatiently. My angry love was back again. A mixture of fear and anticipation slithered its way deep within me.
He pulled out his cock, and his hard length was fisted in his hand. Lyov gripped the back of my neck and pulled me forward. My lips parted instantaneously as he guided his cock past my lips.
I was exhausted and limp, but fire was burning through me. Lyov didn’t waste any time. He didn’t even wait for me to adjust to his girth or length. Instead, he started to thrust repeatedly, hitting the back of my throat each time.
I fought against the urge to gag. My lips were stretched tight over his cock. I couldn’t do anything. I was without control as he used me.
My gaze was seeking his, and when we met, his eyes glittered furiously. Lyov angled my head up and to the side slightly. He pulled me more into him, and his ass left the couch until he was almost straddling my face, forcing himself down my throat.
I squirmed and fought against the invasion, suddenly finding myself out of breath. For the longest moment, he stayed still, rooted deep inside me, and I had to learn to swallow against him. When I struggled, he pressed harder, and then pulled out before pushing back in without giving me time to breathe.
My eyes watered, and he pulled out. The moist head, dripping with cum, rested against my lips. I calmed when his fingers tightened around the base of my nape. His hold let me know that he had me. He was telling me to give him control.
So I did. I opened my mouth wider and waited. He nodded, satisfied. Master withdrew before sliding his engorged cock back past my lips again. My throat was working against me, fighting to reject this big hard length so deep inside of me. It took everything in me to breathe through my nose and focus on his grey eyes.
Tears ran down my cheeks as he continued to thrust in and out, fucking my mouth with abandon. He fucked it as if he were fucking my now clenching, dripping core.
Lyov was making a mess of me as I drooled and allowed him to use me. The sucking sounds filled the room as he continued to move his hips with a punishing rhythm. Pre-cum spilled over my tongue, and I tasted the saltiness of him. I hummed, and he swelled larger.
He thrust one last time inside. His face blurred, and I finally felt him. He erupted into my mouth without warning, and I greedily drank him. Cum spilled past my lips as I continued to suck and lick. Lyov released a long grunt, pushing deeper into my throat and staying there, even after spilling all his essence into the depth of me.
I continued to lazily lick and suck him, moving my mouth against his semi-hard length now.
He twitched, and I could feel him growing impatient with need again. Lyov growled like an enraged beast. Pulling out of my mouth, he stood up and gripped my arms, pulling me into a standing position too.
I wobbled and felt dizzy for a second. My vision was still blurred as I was walked backward. Suddenly, he swiveled me around, my back facing his front. My eyes widened when I saw the grand piano in front of me.
With Master’s hand on my back, he pushed me forward and made me lean over, my bare front pressing into the hard surface. The top of the piano was cold, and my nipples hardened. Lyov’s body pushed against mine, and I was rendered powerless.
My whole body was hyperaware, and the fabric of his clothes pressing into my sensitive skin made me moan.
Lyov bit my ear teasingly. “Horny girl. Desperate for my cock and to have her cunt filled.”
I shuddered and moaned in response. His warmth left me, and I looked over my shoulder.
“Don’t move!” he hissed.
I stayed immobile and breathed. My stomach fluttered, and there was something deep inside of me, waiting to erupt, wanting to erupt. I was shaking with it.
The next time Lyov pressed into my body, he was naked. His skin against mine felt so satisfying. I was primed and ready.
“Please,” I begged with a whisper. It was so soft, it was impossible for him to hear it. But this was Lyov. He didn’t miss anything.
“You will be begging me, Maria. Don’t worry. Although we are not sure if you will be begging for me to stop or for more.”
More. More. More. I want it all. Every little thing. I can take it all. Give it to me.
I felt him kneel behind me, and then he forced my legs open and wide. My cheek laid on the closed piano, my chest pressed hard onto its surface as I heaved for each breath.
I felt him near my dripping core. I clenched, and he chuckled. “Look at you, clenching this pretty pink cunt. It’s a sight I want to see all the fucking time. I’ll never get tired of it.”
Slightly shy, I tried to close my legs. His fingers dug into my thighs as he held me open for him. “Oh no. You don’t. You aren’t allowed to move unless I tell you to.”
I let out another moan when he pressed his finger right there. Oh my. It felt so good. And then he pounced. He dove right for my pussy. His face pressed into me, and I felt his tongue poking my entrance, before he was sucking on my clit and biting.
I screamed.
It hurt. It felt good. It…confused…I was so confused.
My mind swirled as he licked and sucked. “I love your taste. But fuck, I want this cunt wrapped around my dick. I am going to enjoy breaking you though, and watch you beg me to
stop punishing this pussy,” he hissed and groaned.
As quickly as he was there, he was gone. I was left empty and wanting again. But not for long. His front pressed into my body again, the heaviness of him pushing me more into the piano. I was practically crushed underneath his weight, and I was immobile. I couldn’t fight even if I wanted to.
But I didn’t want to fight. We both knew that.
The tip of his fat cock rested against my wet lips. He rubbed against my wetness, parting my pussy lips and teasing me to the point of complete insanity. I needed to come. I desperately needed release.
“Master.”
Me calling him Master did it. His fist wrapped around my hair, and he tugged my head back. His mouth found my neck as I felt him pressing against me.
“This will hurt.”
That was the only warning I got before he rammed inside of me. So hard. So quickly. At the same time, he bit down on my neck.
It hurt. Oh, did it hurt. So good. So bad.
He glided easily through my wetness. I was stretched tight around him. Master felt even bigger than before. I had taken him inside of me many times, but this…this was different.
Lyov had me pinned into the piano with his cock forced deep inside my pussy and his teeth leaving their mark into my skin.
So deep. I was so full. I couldn’t take any more.
But Master made me take more.
His fingers dug almost painfully into my hips. He leveled himself properly behind me, and then he pulled out before pounding back inside of me, buried to the hilt. This. I had absolutely no words.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I whimpered when he pulled out, almost fully. And then he thrust back in with the same painful thrust. I arched my back. Lyov released my hair, and his fingers wrapped around my throat. My head was pulled back, and finally, he angled my face until his lips met mine and he devoured me.
He picked up speed, and I could feel myself clenching and unclenching around him. It was building inside of me, that crazy wildlife fire.
I whimpered when Master pulled out and didn’t push back in. But he only laughed mercilessly. “I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
My breath caught, and nervous apprehension raced through every bit of me. His fingers delved between us. So much of my wetness had gathered there. He rubbed his fingers in them and then brought them…up…sliding through the cracks of my ass.
My eyes widened, and I gasped loud. Oh.
Both of his hands gripped my sore ass cheeks, and he pulled them apart. I felt him spit on my hole, and then he used my wetness to coat and lubricate the tightness there. Over the last few weeks, Lyov had used a plug on me. He said he was training me to take his cock.
I didn’t realize that…now…
His thumb pressed into my hole, and all thoughts left me. Blank. I couldn’t think.
I could hear our rapid breathing and the thump of our hearts. He massaged my inner walls there with two of his fingers. He spread more wetness and spat once more into my hole. Spreading my cheeks wider, he positioned the blunt head of his cock firmly against me.
His lips feathered over my ear. “Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me,” he said hoarsely, almost begging.
I shook my head. “I won’t. Take me, Master,” I whispered.
Those were the only words he needed. In one thrust, he slowly entered me from behind, sliding deep into my ass. I cried out, my head rearing up from the piano. Lyov wrapped his hand around my neck again. Turning my face to the side, he silenced me with his lips again.
He stretched me impossibly full. The first few thrusts were gentle before he surged forward and slammed into me. I tried to process my emotions and all the sensations taking over my body, but I couldn’t.
It hurt. With a bite and sweet kiss of pleasure. My head swam with ecstasy. He pulled out fully and then flipped me over so my back was against the closed piano now. Lyov hoisted me up until I was lying back, and I stared into his eyes. My arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Master looked feral. A ruthless intensity that had me moaning and whimpering. I was captivated by his dominance.
Lyov spread my legs, and he pushed them up toward my chest and outward. His arms curled around the back of my knees as he kept me there in place. In this position, my hips were tilted upward, both my pussy and ass open for him to use.
I stirred restlessly as Lyov’s hungry lips kissed me into dizziness. His cock rubbed against my wet pussy, coating his length with my juices before he went back to my ass.
He thrust back inside without giving me time to think or adjust. I cried out and bucked upward. His gaze bore into mine as he flexed his hips and continued to thrust in and out of me. I was completely helpless and vulnerable. And it was everything I needed.
With his body over mine, he mounted me possessively. I clenched and then moaned into the pain.
I sobbed.
One of his hands came up to my neck, and there he was…my throat in his grip. “Trust me,” he said in a guttural voice. I do.
His fingers tightened, and my eyes widened. Panic welled inside of me until I remembered his words.
Trust me.
My hand went to his face, and I caressed his cheek. Tears flowed down my cheeks, and he blocked my air. A breath. A gasp. And then breathless.
The room became hazy around me as I slipped beyond the pain and soreness of my body. Pleasure mixed with pain. Pain mixed with pleasure. There was no way to find the difference between the two. Where one ended, the other started. It repeated over and over again. A soft sigh escaped my lips, and I surrendered.
When I dove over the edge of unconsciousness, he let me go and pulled out of my ass before ramming into my pussy. I came back, gulping a long, heaving breath, and my mouth opened in a silent cry as I accepted his cock into me.
His lips desperately found mine, and we kissed. And kissed.
Finally, I came, something erupting inside from within me. A wall that had been built. It came down as I found my release.
Lyov came too, filling me. His thrust became jerky, and he throbbed inside of me.
Our repeated gasps. My moans. His deep groans. With each thrust, his grunts vibrated into my neck. His sharp sweet bite into my skin. His lips leaving wet kisses. The grinding of our bodies together in a perfect rhythm was a beautiful song. The way we fit together, skin to skin, his hardness into my softness, it felt like we had been made for each other.
He wasn’t making love to me.
He wasn’t fucking me.
He was owning me.
And it was perfection for us.
***
Lyov
I didn’t stop thrusting inside her cunt, not even after we both found our release. I filled her up, and she milked me. We were wet and made a fucking mess between us. And fuck me, I wanted more of it.
It wasn’t just a desire to fuck my Queen. No. It was a ravenous hunger, to devour every inch of her beautiful body until she was a sobbing limp mess on the floor.
And then I would fix her. Put all the broken pieces back together and start all over again.
She needed this, just as much as I needed it. I’d found my match.
I gazed into her hazy blue eyes. Tears were running down her red cheeks, and she was fucking smiling dreamily at me.
Beautiful. There couldn’t be a more beautiful sight than this.
Maria’s body slid down from the piano, and I pulled her to the floor with me when my legs couldn’t hold us anymore. We both sunk to the ground. She laid on her back and spread her legs for me. I settled on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I thrust back into her, lazily and sweetly. Just because. I never wanted to leave her warmth. Our lips made love as I stayed rooted deep within her.
“I love you, Master.”
A small hoarse whisper. I opened my eyes and found her staring up at me, a look of love and wonder on her face. For a brief second, I thought I misheard.
But she mouthed it again
.
Then I thought maybe she was caught up in the moment. I had brought her into a place where her mind was neither here nor there. But then she smiled shyly and looked at me with the brightest blue eyes…the happiest eyes.
My chest ached, and I buried my face into her neck. Fuck.
I wanted to stop myself, but I couldn’t. The words slipped past my lips before I could pull them back. I couldn’t hide anymore.
“I love you too, Angel.”
Her arms tightened around me, and I held her, silently promising to never let her go.
You and me, Angel. We will never end. We are forever.
Chapter 18
Maria
7 months later
His palm caressed my round bump. His fingers were tracing patterns over the firmness of my skin. I loved it when he did that. It soothed me, just like I knew it soothed our baby. Some days it felt like Lyov couldn’t stop touching me and my baby bump.
Even though the pregnancy was unexpected and a surprise, it was not unwelcomed. In fact, I remembered Lyov puffing his chest out proudly when I announced it.
Now that I was carrying his child, he was beating his chest every now and then like a caveman. What a possessive beast he was. Lyov loved the fact that the world could tell I was his now. Only his.
His ring on my finger. His last name was mine. His child in my belly. And my heart in his hands. Our souls were entwined in a way that nothing could separate us.
I felt his smile on my neck when the baby kicked. Lyov tickled that side of my bump, and there was another kick in response. He laughed quietly, enjoying the playtime with our very energetic baby. The little one was happy in there, always responding to our touches.
My heart was filled with so much love that I thought it would burst. This was our Happily Ever After.
“I hope our baby has your smile,” Lyov said before placing a kiss in the sweet spot behind my ear.
I hummed in response and placed my hand over his, our baby cradled in our hands.
“Have you thought of a name?” he asked.
