Page 37 of Her Vicious Angel

I looked up to see his eyes hazy with lust. I reached down to stroke my pussy. It was unbearably hot and heavy. But he grabbed my hand before I could reach it.

“Oh no, Cerise,” he said. “You won’t be allowed to come until you beg for it.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said, trying to pull away from him.

But his grip was like iron.

He yanked me up and settled me onto his dick, plunging it deep as I rolled my head back. He ripped at my shirt and tore my bra off, the clasps scraping at me as he wrenched it off my body. He took one nipple in his mouth, rolling it around his tongue. I was so sensitive that I writhed under his touch. My belly was a coiled ball of fire, and I felt the pressure building forcefully in my belly. I was going to come hard all over his dick.

He must have been able to tell from my breathing, because he suddenly stopped.

“You haven’t begged for it yet,” he said, his voice rough.

“The fu—” I began, when he suddenly popped me off, and trapped me between his knees. I was pinned, prevented from reaching completion.

“Come on,” I begged, writhing around. My pussy was on fire, but I was so trapped I couldn’t rub on anything or get any friction. “Let me come!”

I reached for his cock but he grabbed my hands and trapped them in front of me.

“No,” said Andrei. “You have to learn to follow directions the first time I tell you to do something.”

“I’m just going to come as soon as you put your dick in me again,” I warned, tugging against his grip.

“Then I won’t put my dick in you,” he said. His voice was rough and I could tell he was fighting his urge to impale me again. I could see a drop of sweat rolling down his neck and I wanted to lick it away. I didn’t think he could possibly last long. But I didn’t think I could either.

I begged him, I implored him, I screamed for him to give me relief. I writhed my body to get any friction to relieve the terrible burning fire that kept me on the edge.

The door to the library banged open and dimly I heard what must have been either some of Andrei’s men or some of his relatives.

“If you don’t want to make her cum I’ll be happy to,” said one deep, rumbly voice.

“Get the fuck out,” said Andrei. “I’ll be the one making her cum, when I think her begging is sincere enough.”

I cried out in protest as the door shut again.

“Come on, you asshole!”

“Who?” said Andrei.

“Andrei!” I cried out. “Fuck me, Andrei!”

And his control broke as he released me and pulled me onto his dick with one swift move.

I moaned with relief, and rocked back and forth. My belly was so knotted and tight that my orgasm immediately broke hard all over my body and I could feel my wetness soaking my legs, his legs, the chair.

I cried aloud in relief, riding his dick as the waves of my orgasm flooded over me. He grabbed my back with one hand and my hip with the other and ground out his orgasm as he spurted deep inside me.

I gasped and moaned. I felt totally boneless and satiated. I was surprised that he put his hand under my hair, pulling my face down to kiss me. I could feel the heat rolling off him.

Then he abruptly said, “you should go get showered and ready for dinner.”

“OK,” I said, rolling off him. I could barely walk.

19

CERISE

Once again at the St. Petersburg compound there were a bewildering number of Petrovics and their men and their women and I had no idea what the pecking order was, except that Andrei and his father were at the top. What Andrei wanted, he got.

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