The ache of having his big cock inside her and the pleasure of his tormenting fingers fused into one conflicting sensation. Pitiful sounds poured from her mouth. Abruptly he pulled out, staring down at her.
“You said no, baby. Do you want me to stop?”
How could he do this to her? “I didn’t say no, Master, please!” She begged him with her body, angling her hips to try to get him back inside her, even sore as she was. “I didn’t say my safeword,” she said accusatorily. For a moment she couldn’t remember what it was, anyway, but she definitely didn’t want to say it.
“Are you sure?”
She screamed at him in frustration and flailed under him, punching his chest a few times before he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head one-handed.
“Varushka,” he murmured. “I had to check. Quit being a bad girl or I’ll put you back to bed.”
“And no more sex?” she asked desperately. She stilled under him, not wanting to risk it. If he didn’t let her come she was going to die.
“Bad girls don’t get to come.”
“I’m sorry, Master. I—”
Konstantin thrust back into her and for a moment she couldn’t form a coherent thought. He pushed deeper, until his hips butted against her thighs, pressing against her limits. She choked and struggled. The bastard held her in place, making her take all of him.
“You feel so good, Varushka.” He rocked against her, buried deep, his pelvis grinding against her desperate clit.
She had to come so bad that one wrong move might set her off.
“You feel hard.” Her breath caught. “And mean.”
“Mean?” he chuckled. “You don’t know anything about mean. Not yet.” The fingers of his free hand rubbed over one of her nipples, then pinched hard. She screamed, the zing of pain going straight to her pussy.
She panted, trying to stay in control.
“Come on.” His hips tilted and he rammed his cock straight into the thing inside that made her unable to see. Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back as he dragged her closer to the precipice. “Come for me, slave.” His words were low and gravelly, and he jammed into her sensitive spot again. His fingers closed painfully over her nipple.
She clawed at him, fighting the orgasm as it claimed her. Too much pleasure—her mind couldn’t process it all. Under him, her body went into an ecstatic haze, feeling and reacting, accepting. Konstantin swore and fell silent as he dug his fingers painfully into her wrists and emptied into her in a series of thrusts that made her scream.
When she could make sense of things again, he withdrew and rolled off her, but pulled her onto his chest and held her there while he gasped for breath.
“Fuck, are you okay?” he asked. If he was expecting her to make words, he was crazy.
She whimpered and licked at his chest, which made him groan.
“Watch yourself, girl. If you’re not careful, you’ll get more.”
Varushka languidly stretched out on top of him. He smelled warm and manly, and she had to resist rolling in his scent like a dog. Her whole body was sore, but his words had woken something in her that hadn’t gone to sleep yet.
“Is there a rule that we have to stop now?”
“No, there’s no rule.” He chuckled. “But we may never sleep again.”
Chapter Ten
There was ice cream on her chin. Such a silly thing—something he never would have cared about years ago. But after dating girls that were flawless, self-possessed dynamos, dating someone who was normal, who sometimes made a mess when she ate, who tripped over her shoelaces because she didn’t bother tying them, and who watched him with adoration, was intoxicating. When she wasn’t submitting to him, she was wild and fun-loving, and wasn’t afraid to laugh loud, have her hair mussed, and to get dirt on herself. She was meek with him, but loved life so much that trying to act dignified would have gotten in her way.
He leaned closer to her, and her eyes danced. She moved her ice cream aside, waiting for a kiss. Instead, he licked the drip of ice cream off her chin. As he sat back, her free hand flew to her mouth, as though he’d fingered her on the park bench. She glanced around like she was hoping no one had seen his scandalous behavior.
Damn. He wanted her again.
“Konstantin!” Her cheeks were flushed. She looked like she wanted to berate him, but thought better of it and focused on licking the pink ice cream that was dripping down the side of her cone. The sight of her little tongue cleaning up the mess was making his dick hard.
Down, boy.
He glanced up and down the street, trying to forget the way her mouth felt on him, and how good she was getting at it. There was something to be said for a girl who was curious and enthusiastic, and didn’t get offended when he offered suggestions.
Shut up, dick.
People strolled along the touristy, tree-lined street, peering into store windows and chatting with neighbors. He loved Cobalt Harbor, and had thought of buying a house here to be closer to the beach, but it had just never happened.
“See that tattoo shop? That’s where I got my work done. Should we go get your nipples pierced?” He waited for her to beg him not to insist on it.
“Is there a market nearby?” she asked innocently.
“Why?”
She eyed him slyly. “I need to buy a new supply of rutabagas.”
Konstantin burst out laughing and pulled her closer so he could put his arm around her. She was even sassy when she safeworded. He tsked. “Careful, Varushka. One step too far into bratty and I’ll spank you right here.”
Instead of looking worried, she bit her lip and surveyed the crowd, as though she were considering it.
“It would be skirt up and panties down.” He’d never do it here, but he liked the way she gasped and frowned at him.
“I’ll be good,” she quickly whispered, her cheeks pink.
“That’s what I thought.”
“But I still kind of want you to.”
“Figures.” He chuckled. “You’re turning into a naughty little pervert.”
“You have only yourself to blame, Master.” She winked.
When she’d finished her ice cream, she gazed across the street at the goth store they’d shopped at earlier. Buying fet wear to dress her up in was his new favorite pastime.
“The people who own the store are nice. Did you know the man has two wives?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“And they both wear his collar.”
“They do.”
She nodded, as though she was processing the concept of polyamory. Would she be shocked to find out his last relationship had been poly? They should probably talk exes sometime, but he wasn’t sure she wanted to go there. He’d rather not. She made him want to leave his past behind him
“They have so many babies.” The smile that accompanied the statement was goofy. “Four little ones not in school yet, and two more coming.”
A vague terror seized him. He’d always thought he’d like children eventually, sometime in the distant future, but when Varushka had seen the babies everywhere in the store, she’d gotten the same crazed look in her eye that she’d had when her goats had been delivered. By the time Konstantin had paid for their purchases, Varushka had a baby girl on her hip and he’d been half afraid he’d have to wrestle the child away from her. He’d never dated a girl who was baby crazy. Hopefully her farm animals would satisfy those urges for now.
“The little boy with the red hair was following you around the store,” she pointed out, as though it was proof he was meant to be a father.
“Yes,” he said vaguely. “He’s friendly.”
She popped the last of her cone into her mouth, then chewed thoughtfully. “You want children, don’t you? I never thought to ask.”
“Yes, but not yet. And not forty-two of them.” He couldn’t imagine having a bunch of kids running around his house, getting sticky fingerprints on everything.
“Eight would be good.”
“Varushka, people don’t have eight kids here. Well, some people do, but I have no idea why.”
She shrugged. “Children are blessings. You have lots of money. I’m sure you can afford a big family.”
The idea of reasoning with her crossed his mind, but when it came down to it, they had a D/s relationship, and he was the Dominant. That meant his word was final . . . right?
Or did that not count when it came to babies?
Would he make a good father? It was hard to know. His parents had died when he was sixteen, so it was hard to imagine himself in that role. Baba cared about him, but the years they’d spent apart had changed their relationship. She loved him but didn’t try to parent him, aside from scolding him now and then for being a glupyy mal’chik—stupid boy—and insisting on feeding him constantly.
There was time to discuss all of that, in any case. They both wanted children, so the rest was just a matter of negotiation. He hoped.
But now for the real reason he’d brought her here.
They wandered down the sidewalk, Varushka stopping to examine potted plants along the way and ask him what they were called. He had to admit several times that he had no idea. She held his hand, lacing her tiny fingers through his, making him feel like a giant. Although she didn’t catch the attention of every man they passed, the ones who did notice her grinned like fools. He caught himself grinning the same way about every five seconds. It was like having a pet kitten, cheerful and curious and always ready to make him laugh.
And then there were her claws. His back was more than familiar with them now, and he treasured each and every mark she left as though he were the most eager of masochists. She scratched him only in the throes of intense orgasm, so he’d earned them all.
“What are we reading tonight?” he asked her.
She sighed and hugged his arm. “We’re not done reading 1984 yet, remember? You keep getting distracted, but you’re supposed to be listening to correct my English.”
“It’s your fault for making me want you.”
“When I’m just sitting there reading? I don’t think so. I think dystopian novels give you a hard-on.”
He chuckled, both because he loved that she teased him now, and because her cheeks were as pink as her ice cream had been from having said something dirty.
When they reached the store he’d been aiming for, he pushed the door open, casually sneaking a peek at the bewildered expression on Varushka’s face.
“Do you need a watch?” she asked.
“No.”
Her steps slowed, but he dragged her forward. Rows of jewelry glittered in the glass cases.
“Good afternoon.” The woman behind a display smiled.
Konstantin had scoped the place out the week before. He liked the fact that they had a large selection of simple designs, and that they had a no-pressure sales style. He steered Varushka along the displays, watching her eyes widen.
“I’ve never been in a shop like this,” she whispered.
“Never?”
“No. Who can afford such impractical things?” Her tone was dismissive, but her eyes told a different story. She tried not to look in the cases, but gradually edged closer to see what they held. “These rings won’t fit you. I think these are for women.”
There was no slyness in her tone—or hope. She honestly thought he was confused.
“But what if I want a ring with big stones like that?” He pointed at one.
“A man would have to have big stones to wear such a thing,” she replied.
The sales lady coughed, but it sounded more like a smothered laugh.
“Well, what would you choose for yourself?”
She gazed up at him. “A ring? I wouldn’t buy a ring for myself. I’d rather buy another goat.”
Why was he not surprised? He sighed and drew her against him, then kissed her so thoroughly all of the impishness went out of her eyes. From cheeky girl to docile submissive in point five seconds. For a moment he was worried she’d drop to her knees and kiss his boot in the middle of the store, but he grabbed her elbow and steadied her before she forgot where they were. Putting Varushka deep into subspace was so easy that sometimes he did it by accident.
“I’m not buying you an engagement goat. Pick a ring, woman.”
The girl blinked up at him as though his English meant nothing to her. He said it again in Russian and after she blinked a few more times, her mouth dropped open.
“Why do you look so surprised?” He cupped the back of her head in his palm and kissed her again. “You came to America to marry me, remember? Unless you’ve changed your mind . . .”
She butted her head against his chest, and he stroked her hair, not sure if that was actually an answer. Did she expect him to get down on one knee or something? For a moment he stood there, feeling awkward, not sure if he’d misread the signs. He tried out the thought that maybe she didn’t want to marry him, but he didn’t believe it. The girl thought the sun shone out his ass, and he needed to marry the hell out of her before she came to her senses.
“If you’re not ready for this, it’s okay,” he murmured in Russian.
“To say I will marry you? I said so already, before we met.” She beamed up at him and there was no hesitation there, only eagerness. A tear slid down her cheek and he wiped it away with his knuckle. “I’m glad I said I would.”
Varushka let go of his neck and grabbed his hand, then turned to look at the rings. “These are too fancy, with the stones sticking out. I would catch them on everything, and I would scratch my poor animals.”
Scratching him was not a concern, apparently, considering what she’d done to his back, but god forbid she scratch one of her animals. He hugged her from behind and the scent of her hair almost made him groan.
“Do you have anything with the stones embedded in the ring?” he asked the saleswoman.
The woman nodded, and gestured them farther down the row.
Varushka laughed, then kissed his bicep before he let her go. “I would have loved an engagement goat, but I can see how this may look nicer with dresses.”
“Do you have any goat-themed engagement rings?” he asked the saleswoman with amused sarcasm.
“Sadly, no,” the woman replied with a chuckle, catching his mood.
“Which one is the cheapest one?” Varushka asked, looking at the trays of rings.
The woman raised her brows at him, and he shook his head.
“I can afford any ring here, so she won’t tell you, malish. That is only for me to know. Pick what you like, not whatever seems least expensive.”
Varushka smiled up at him. “I want the one you’d like to see on my finger.”
She was serious. Strange woman.
He shrugged and walked up and down the displays until he came to a few custom pieces by the resident jeweler. One caught his eye in particular—a ring that reminded him of silver clouds with inset diamonds.
“Is this white gold?” he asked, pointing. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Varushka’s expression. She was enthralled, staring at the ring with wide eyes, but she didn’t say a word.
“Yes, sir. It is. The diamonds are of excellent quality and the piece is one of a kind.”
“Like my fiancée,” he replied. He liked the way saying “fiancée” felt, especially considering who the word referred to. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized he’d be one of those annoying men who’d use the word incessantly until their wedding day.
The woman pulled the display out from under the glass and set it on the counter. Konstantin lifted the ring off of it, and turned the interesting band around in his fingers, inspecting it for flaws and rough edges. It was stunning. Understated and delicate enough for Varushka, yet eye-catching. Maybe he should have had something custom made for her, but he couldn’t imagine it turning out better if he had.
He cocked his head at her and she was grinning at him with a shy but
sunny excitement.
“You like this one?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “It’s like that saying I learned at English school that the clouds have silver in them.”
He chuckled. Going to school for her English three times a week was helping, but just living day to day in America was accomplishing even more. And when she completed her language course, she planned to do the necessary coursework to teach in the United States. She’d gotten her feet on the ground now, and she was plowing forward with more determination than he’d expected. Apparently having a rich soon-to-be husband wasn’t enough for her. She was a damn hard worker. Just one more reason to love her.
“Exactly. It’ll be a good thing to remember in life.” He pulled her to him and kissed her, with only the most fleeting pity for the saleswoman. When he finally let her go, he paid, and led Varushka down to the shore before he slipped the ring onto her trembling finger.
“I never expected to fall in love with you so soon, malish,” he said as she stared up at him, ignoring the view. “You’re not allowed to bewitch any more men, though, now that you’re mine.”
She sighed and fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. “Those other men aren’t bewitched, they’re wondering why I always have come in my hair.”
His grimace made her laugh out loud, and again he marveled at how much he loved his woman. “Way to ruin a perfect moment! Here I am trying to be romantic and you have to bring up something that happened once. Once!”
“Hmm . . . you’re right. That was pretty bratty. Maybe you ought to spank me, Master.”
He feigned a glower. “No spanking for you! You’re grounded from spankings for a week. Now cuddle me, dammit. Is that all I am to you? A convenient spanking hand and a dispenser of free hair product?”
“No, Master,” she said, impishly. “But it helps.”
* * *
It only took five minutes on his lap before Varushka was ready to venture over to where Everly and Kate were hanging out in the pool. At first she sat on the deck with her little feet dangling in the water, but after talking to the other two for a few minutes, she pulled off her cover-up and slid into the pool in just her bikini bottoms, like the other female subs at the party.
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