Page 14 of Her Russian Master
Provide for.Protect.Claim.
She called forth all his basic caveman desires and right now, he needed to feed his beautiful female.
Yuri carrieda tray of food into the room and set it on the bed beside her.She’d been trying to work her skirt down with her elbows, since her hands were useless.He scowled at her actions and yanked the skirt back up to her waist.
“Leave it.I like to look at that beautiful pussy.”He shoved her thighs apart and just stared down.“That, I could look at all night.”He squeezed his bulging erection through his pants.“But I’d never be able to leave you alone.I’d fuck you for hours and my friends would catch on.”
“Catch on to what?”Her voice sounded hoarse with the anticipation of what she already knew he’d say.
“I’m out of my head over you.”
He palmed both her thighs and pushed her knees up toward her shoulders.“I can go slow, too.”He lowered his head and planted a kiss at the apex of her sex, then flicked his tongue out and licked her clit.“In case you were wondering.”
Shehadwondered, actually.The fast, hard sex had rocked her world, but probably only because it was her first time that way.It wasn’t something she’d want on a regular basis.At least, she didn’t think so.So she’d wondered if that was his only speed.
Her face grew warm as heat swirled two feet south.Her nipples stood up in hard points against her bra.
He dropped kisses along the inside of one thigh, then used his teeth.
She jerked in surprise, but he held her splayed open.
“How did you get this beautiful body?What do you do—dance?”
She smiled.She liked her body but it wasn’t really what others considered the feminine ideal.She had no boobs and narrow hips.Too much muscle and not enough curve.“Yoga.I’m training to be a teacher.”
He sat up and stared at her as if she’d said the most fascinating thing on the planet.“You want to teach yoga?”
She nodded.“I love it.”
“As much as you love to make people dance?”
Something about that statement grabbed her right in her solar plexus.In a good way.She’d known Yuri had watched her work, but now she knew he’d reallyseen.That was exactly what she loved about playing DJ.It wasn’t about making others listen to the music she thought was good, although she did believe she had pretty good taste.It wasn’t about the art of mixing, but she was damn good at that, too.It was about the energy exchange between DJ and audience.It was about building an energy and maintaining it.Keeping people on their feet and moving for far longer than they wanted to.Giving them an experience, evoking afeeling.
“The same, I think.”
“You love them the same?Tell me what you love.I need to know, Lucya.”He said it like it was a dire necessity.
She shook her head.“It’s hard to explain.”
His apparent disappointment over that statement made her wish she had the words.He sat up and reached for a french fry, dipping it in ketchup before he held it up to her mouth.
Even though she wasn’t hungry, she accepted a bite.“I like to bring people to a certain state.To make them feel things they don’t ordinarily experience.Yoga can do that.So can my music.”
Yuri nodded, and dipped the fry into ketchup again.“You do that to me every minute.”
She laughed, only because if she took him seriously, she’d start getting an ego.
“I’m serious.”He lifted a hamburger to her mouth but she turned her face away.“You don’t eat meat?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You need to eat.Just a little bit,moye solnishka.” He prepared another french fry.“You want something else?I order whatever you want.Ice cream?Fruit?”
She shook her head.“Not hungry.What part of that don’t you understand?”
Hetskedand held the fry to her lips.“Sassy.I should punish you for that.”
She took a bite and chewed, thinking about how easily the threats rolled off his tongue, even when they were given with affection.I prefer the women I whip to agree first.
