Page 22 of Nikolai Petrov

“Oh, baby girl, I’ll give you anything you want when you ask like that.” When he rolls forward, I can guide him with my tongue into my mouth.

At first, he doesn’t move as I bob my head and try to suck him deeper into me. But, I can feel the shudder run through him when I twirl my tongue around the drop of salty sweet pre-cum.

His fingers in my hair grips harder and his hips begin to rock as he pushes more and more of himself into my mouth. He wraps his other hand around my neck just under my jaw as he drives deeper.

Fighting a gag, I try to focus on stealing a breath between each thrust. Tears sneak from my eyes as he pushes deeper.

“That’s it. I can feel myself. You’re doing so good taking that cock.” The hairs from his sack tickle my chin as he pistons himself into me, blocking off my air until my arms start to tug on the restraints and my hips buck against the bed.

He shoves himself deeper and holds there.

I can’t breathe.

“Would you die for me, Natalia?” Sweat stands out on his forehead. His hand around my throat tightens, pinching himself within me.

My vision starts to blacken around the edges.

But, I know I would.

With a small nod, I relax and stop fighting. I’m his to do with what he wants.

A rush of air floods my lungs when he quickly withdraws himself, flattening his body over mine.

“I knew you loved me too. Stop fighting it.” He wipes the dampness from my cheeks. “I would throw the earth off its axis for you.” My lips feel puffy when he kisses me, but my body feels light, almost giddy.

New tears dribble down my temples. I believe him. He is the only person I trust. The only one who can keep me safe.

“I don’t deserve it.” My words come out in a whisper. How can he love me as I love him? When I showed up as a drug addicted virgin with nothing to offer?

His eyes narrow and his jaw tightens. In another hastened flurry of movements, he loosens my hands and flips me on my stomach before refastening the restraints around my wrists.

“On your knees.” His voice has changed. It’s colder. Clipped.

Obediently, I pull my legs and arms under me until I’m on all fours.

I didn’t expect the first lash of the belt across my butt. My yelp doesn’t cover my shock. It stings, but doesn’t hurt.

“Tell me you’re worthy of my love.” His voice is commanding and impossible to ignore.

“Yes, sir. I’m worthy.” There’s a quiver to my words.

Another stinging snap of his belt lands across my upper thigh, making me jump forward. “Tell me you want my children.”

“I, I want your babies, sir.” This time the bite lands over my pussy sending a jolt through me that forces a moan. I never expected this to feel good.

“No. Tell me you want me to fuck you so much you never want a period. That in exchange for a lifetime of orgasms, you’ll give me children as proof that you’re addicted to my cock.” His palm replaces the belt, but this time he rubs the anger from his blow and lets his fingers linger gently on my soaked pussy. Tingles surge through me at the difference.

“Please, sir, I’ll have them all. Please fuck me.” My whimpers pull a growl from him and the bed dips as he kneels behind me.

His hands rub scorch marks up and down the back of my trembling thighs, stoking the raging inferno that burns within me.

The warmth of his chest folds over my back as his hands slide along my sides to cup my breasts. “Tell me you love me, little bird.” His words are soft, almost a whisper. “And that you’ll let me keep you safe.”

I bow my head to the bed, pressing my ass against him as far as I can reach. “I love you, Nikolai. Please, take care of me, daddy.”

His hands trail heat down my belly. With his knee, he spreads mine apart. He reaches one finger to flick my sensitive clit which sends another moan from my throat into the mattress. Tugging at the ties that still tether me to the bed, my hips roll trying to grind myself harder against his hand.

“Oh, no,” he grunts as he positions his hard length against me. “You only get to come on my cock. I want you to milk every drop out of me.”

---