“Onto your side.” He doubled the belt in his hand, and she rolled over onto her left side, her legs closed, her bare bottom exposed. He stood bare-chested, in only his dark dress pants, the thin black belt looped in his hand. He swung the leather, lashing her several times in a row. She fought the urge to flop onto her back, instead rolling onto her belly, giving him more room to strike.
“Now that is the shade of red I like to see on your backside.” He leaned over, rubbing it. “Ooooo, very hot too. It hurts, yes?”
“Yes, Master.”
He pressed two fingers into her sex. “Ahhhh. But your hot little cunt loves it, Caro. Maybe I’ll beat your little ass more after I bury my face in that little pussy.”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Onto your back. In position.” He slipped his boxers off, his cock bouncing as he walked toward the bed, tucking himself between her luscious thighs, looping an arm through each bent leg, burying his face into her. His moist tongue sliding through her sex almost threw her over the edge. She’d been so turned on by the sight of him in that tuxedo all evening, that she felt like she’d come apart at the slightest touch. She tilted her hips, rubbing herself over his face, until he held her hips so tight she couldn’t move.
Her nipples ached with need, but not as much need as her pussy. With every plunge of his tongue into her, her hips gyrated, her ass tightening with each flex she made. Her sex tightened, clenching on air, seeking to be filled, her head thrashing on the bed. And when he pushed a finger into her back hole, she screeched with her orgasm, growling, her thighs squeezing his head so tight that when she started to come back to reality she wondered if she might have asphyxiated him.
“Oh, God. That was fucking amazing. Ju—just amazing!” Her thighs flopped open, and she let her arms fall to her sides. Panting, she tried to catch her breath.
The press of his large frame onto hers brought her back like an electrical charge, his pulsing hot cock pressing on her belly, jerking and flexing. He nibbled and kissed her neck, inching down her body, pulling a nipple into his mouth. It tightened instantly, the ache penetrating her body, and she arched her back, pressing her body up to him.
Rising up on his forearms, he lined himself up and thrust into her, her sex pulsing around him. It felt as if all her nerves were raw, her arousal climbing, her slick walls closing on him, the driving force of his pounding cock leaving her quivering and spasming.
“Master, I need permission!”
“Yes, Caro!” He pistoned harder, her ankles wrapping around his body, tucking under the hard muscles of his ass. His buttocks clenched with every plunge into her, until she stiffened, clamping her sex around him, forcing a guttural groan to rise from him as he spilled his hot seed into her.
No words.
They lay quietly, catching their breath, the quivers and remnant jerks of their bodies slowly subsiding.
Maxim rose up to make eye contact with her. “It seems my wife may have enjoyed that, yes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Mrs. Caroline Turner-Volkov. I like the sound of that. My bride, the best Christmas present for this Russian man.”
Caroline smiled at him. “Merry Christmas, Maxim.
THE END
By Megan Michaels
The Service & Submission Series:
Finding Submission
Mastering Inga
My Russian Master
Colorado Christmas
The Widow Wagon Series:
Book One: Second Chances
Book Two: More Than She Bargained For
Book Three: Cinch Your Saddle
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