Page 10 of Her Russian Master
She wanted to say creepy, but it didn’t fit.The Russian was intense, dark and brooding.But not creepy.He’d actually shown remarkable restraint for someone who’d been slightly obsessed with her.
Maybe she would throw him a bone.Solidify his affection to make sure he got her out of this alive.She slid down in his grasp and lowered to her knees.
His breath shuddered audibly.
She bit his crotch through his pants.“Open them,” she commanded, the power at their change in position already coursing through her.
He let out a long, slow curse; something in Russian that translated, nonetheless.
She nipped again.
His fingers rushed to undo the button and zipper and he shoved down his pants and boxer briefs enough for his long cock to spring free.
She desperately wished she had the use of her hands, because she would employ them to make this the best freaking blowjob of his life.She’d have to rely on her mouth alone.She parted her lips and took just the first half of his head into her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.
Yuri groaned.He gripped his cock with one hand to hold it still for her.“You don’t—” he rasped, breaking off when she took his cock all the way to the back of her throat.
“You don’t have to—”
“Jesus Christ, Yuri!”a male voice grunted from the doorway.
Yuri’s hand suddenly tangled in her hair, shoving her roughly onto his cock, like he’d been forcing the thing the whole time.
Which...kinda turned her on.
She didn’t bother turning to see which of the two goons had become their audience.The shocked awe in his voice told her just how erotic a scene she made, her skirt still tangled around her waist, leaving her bare, whipped ass on full display while she sucked off their comrade.All she knew was that having an audience didn’t diminish her sense of power or her interest in continuing with her task.Nipples tight, pussy pulsing, she applied a strong suction, hollowing out her cheeks as she lifted her eyes to watch Yuri’s face.
“Only you would have a girl sucking your cock minutes after you whipped her with your belt.Aren’t you afraid she’ll bite it off?”
A muscle ticked in Yuri’s face, his brows drawn together tight, breath short.He reached a hand behind him and produced a pistol.“I have the gun.”His guttural voice strained, showing his rapid loss of control.She thought he might point it at her head, which actually made her pussy soak with excitement, but instead he lifted it to aim at his friend.“Get out.”
His associate—Freddo, she thought—chuckled, and he must have left because Yuri sagged a bit.
“Lucya.Lucya.”
His version of her name was growing on her.The gun disappeared behind his back and he gripped her nape and pulled her back at the same time as he stepped away, removing his cock from her mouth.He hauled her up to stand.“I know what you’re doing.”The strain in his voice made it sound like pulling out of her mouth had nearly killed him.“You don’t have to.I gave you my word I would protect you.You don’t have to do this.”
Her disappointment smacked her with the truth of the matter.I wanted to suck him off.Even after he’d just spanked her with his belt.She’d lied to herself about it being necessary.Her pussy flooded with heat.
The whipping now seemed like some act of eroticism rather than violence.
I could’ve made you like it, too.
She suddenly had no doubt that was true, though she couldn’t picture any circumstance where she’d want to have a man’s belt slapped across her ass.
So she dropped back to her knees and stuck her tongue out long, waiting for him to use her mouth as he pleased.
“Fuck, Lucya.Fuck.” He fisted his cock and ran the head over her extended tongue, groaning.“Take it.Take it deep.”The guttural command made her pussy clench, muscles spasming with excitement.
She took his cock into the back of her throat, gagging a little, but forcing herself to relax.
“Good girl,” he crooned in his sexy accent while he rocked his hips forward and back, plunging in and out of her mouth like it was nothing more than a fuck hole.
Never in a million years would she have thought she’d like this scenario—being used like an object, her hands bound behind her back, a man’s huge cock plunging so deep it choked her, but she didn’t just like it.Shelovedit.Only because it was Yuri.Crazy, intense, ecstatic Yuri.Hearing his ragged breaths, his groans as the movement became more jerky, made her own hips jerk forward on air.Seeing the raw need scrawled across his face gave her ego a rocket boost.
“You want me to fuck you with my cock?”he asked thickly, still rocking in and out of her mouth.“To fuck that beautiful little pussy of yours?”
She didn’t answer, not really sure if she wantedthat.Sex was something different than being used this way.
