Page 12 of Her Russian Master
“You want to come, Lucya?”
“Y-yes,” she gasped.
Somehow he kept up the motion but also still managed to reach around and pinch her clit—just a squeeze, and then he released it.“Whose cock are you going to come all over?”
“Yours!”she shouted, no hesitation this time, not when she wasso.Damn.Close.
He squeezed and released her clit again.“Say my name, baby.”
“Yuri!Yuri’s cock, oh God, please, yes!”
He squeezed and held, and she spasmed around his manhood like her life depended on pulling it deeper.
The minute Lucystarted to come, he lost control, coming like a freight train right behind her.He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there while he spanked her clit with a rapidtap-tap-tapand her pussy responded with squeeze after squeeze.
He never wanted to pull out.Never wanted to separate his body from hers.Only wanted to hear that sexy voice pleading his name for the rest of his life.
“I would fuck you all night long if I could,” he rumbled, bumping her reddened ass again with his loins.“I’d teach you to scream my name until you went hoarse.”
A sound came out of her—he couldn’t tell if it was laughter or sobs, so he pulled out and helped her onto her belly.She groaned, as if her body ached, but her eyes were dry.
“Tell me you’re okay.Did I hurt you?”
“My arms hurt,” she mumbled.Her cheeks were flushed, hair mussed, some of it rubbed free of her pigtails.
“I’m sure they do.”He removed his condom and disposed of it, refastening his pants.With the razor-sharp hunting knife he kept in his pants pocket, he cut her wrists free and rubbed her arms.She winced and gasped as the blood no doubt rushed back into them.“Hey, Tommy,” he called out.“Bring me the duct tape.”
Tommy appeared in the doorway and tossed the roll to him.“Why’d you cut her free?”
“New position,” Yuri grunted.
Tommy looked at them with a mixture of interest and revulsion.“Maybe I’ll take a turn with her—”
“No.No turns with her.”
“Why not?You got a thing for her?Ah?”
“No turns.” He made his voice hard and flinty.It wasn’t hard to play crazy Russian with them, especially over this issue.He would legitimately go bat-shit crazy on their asses if either one of them tried to touch her.Fortunately, they both knew him to be stubborn, violent and mostly insane, so his behavior wasn’t out of character.
“Okay, whatever.”Tommy retreated, obviously not willing to fight him over her.
Lucy, however, looked appropriately frightened.
He pulled her wrists in front of her and wrapped them with the tape, all the way to the fingertips to keep her from using her digits to open doors or whatever other mischief she might attempt.“I will fucking kill them if they touch you,” he promised in a dark, low voice.“I wanted to shoot them both for seeing you like that.”
She regarded him, the disheveled hair even more adorable than usual.
“But maybe it’s something I have to get used to.Because you liked it when they watched, didn’t you, Lucya?”He’d noticed how her excitement level had grown each time they’d had an audience.“I should spread you across my lap and teach you what happens when you make Yuri jealous.”
“Do you always refer to yourself in the third person?”
He grinned despite himself and tapped her nose.“You’re cute when you sass me.”
She studied him with her intelligent brown eyes.Even though her eyes were dark, her skin was pale, with a smattering of copper freckles he hadn’t noticed in the dim light of the Blue Turtle.He wondered what her natural hair color was.Probably honey brown, like her brother.He tugged the rubber bands out, freeing the pigtails, and tousled her hair to make it settle down.
“Whatdoeshappen when I make Yuri jealous?”
His smile grew wider.He fucking loved it when she flirted.He’d never in a million years expected her to drop to her knees and offer to blow him.Especially not after he’d punished her.Despite the fact that he’d just orgasmed, his cock jerked with renewed interest.He pulled her across his lap and stroked her reddened ass.“I will spank you,” he said, his accent growing thicker with lust.“And then I will discipline you here.”He parted her cheeks and wiggled the pad of his index finger over her anus.
