Page 53 of The Tsar's Obsession
I zoned back into reality and saw the most beautiful woman in front of me, naked and on her knees, a small smile on her face while she enjoyed the attention my mouth gave her.
I was so madly, deeply in love. Obsessed, infatuated, bewitched, and enraptured by her. If she asked me to step away from what I did, I would, without a second thought, fuck it all. Images of us married with kids simply enjoying a regular life together infiltrated my mind and intoxicated me.
But I knew. I knew in my heart and with all my logical thoughts that I was delusional to think that would ever happen. I couldn’t escape, not unless I did something drastic.
Not letting her lips go, I was already up on my feet, wrapping her legs around my waist. She held on tight, her kisses convincing me that I’d never kissed anyone else before in my life. Her love and attention were softening my hardened heart and completely melting my dominant and controlling persona that I presented to the world and to myself.
With her body still glued to mine, I brought her inside the house, unable to untangle. Delicate. Every one of her features was a work of art, and as I feasted my eyes on her, waves of fear rolled through me. What if I unknowingly do something that hurts her?What if someone else did?
Naked and drenched, Mia straddled me on the couch, peppering my neck and chest with soft kisses, and I gave in without question. The palms of her warm hands slid from my chest to the nape of my neck, possessive, confident. Gentle. She was sogentle, so tender, so inexplicably perfect. No one touchedme like that before. No one stirred this feeling of need inside my dead soul.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Mia nipped at my bottom lip. “You’re so strong. I want you to fuck me again and again.”
This was intimate and cathartic. After years of working to get here, I succumbed in the moment. My fingers lazily traced the outside of her thighs, her little moans and whimpers buzzing through my entire body.
It slowly dawned on me that I'd never had anything romantic or intimate with anyone. I just fucked; I just got what I wanted. These intense, quiet minutes with her rewired my brain.
Without mercy, her hips ground on mine, and she picked up the pace, clouding my vision with need. My dick was hard again, and she teased cruelly but then stopped, whispering into my ear with a small giggle, "I’ve never done it with a piercing before. What if it feels weird?"
"Better get used to it, Sunshine. It's the only cock that will ever fuck you for the rest of your life. It’s going to feel phenomenal." With her face buried in my neck, I helped lift her hips, positioning her right on top of me, the tip already inside.
Holy fuck. I had no more thoughts.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck…" she pleaded, our eyes locked. Inch by inch, she slowly took me all in, her shivering body in my lap, her soul in my hands.
25
KGB Interrogation
Mia
Swallowandshowmewho you belong to.Those words etched themselves into my skin.
I always enjoyed giving a blowjob, but only with the right man, and this man possessed what would be the pinnacle of my blowjob career. Damn, Kirill had it all, and now he had me too.
Both of us gasped for breath on the couch, my body trembling as he filled me completely, my lips parting in a silent moan. The stretch, the heat, the way he moved inside me—it was intoxicating, overwhelming, a pleasure so deep it felt like surrendering my soul to the devil himself, binding me to him forever.
I drowned in the way he claimed me. His thick cock glided in and out with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing…torturing. Our ragged breaths were the only proof that this was real and not some fevered dream.
"Fuck me the way you’ve wanted to all these years," I whined, my eyes squeezed shut. In an instant, his strong hands lifted me, flipping me onto my stomach and pressing me into the couch. The force of his touch was overwhelming, yet exactly what I wanted, what I craved.
His weight settled on me, owning me, and my hips lifted oninstinct, asking for more. He thrust inside me, banishing all my rules and life principles from my head.
"Jesus, fuck," he groaned against my neck, his movements steady but forceful. "Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good. All mine, mine to fuck." Kirill’s filthy, commanding words sent a thrill of pleasure through me, making me desperate for more. He drove in deeper, and I moaned louder, caught between helplessness and absolute satisfaction.
“Mine to taste. Mine to own."
Yes, yes, forever his,all his. I wanted to give all of myself to him.
His lips burned against my shoulder, his fingers tangled in my hair, and his grip on my hips was possessive and needy, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. I took it all, gave in completely, body and soul, just like I wanted to.
"Do it harder," I begged quietly.
Fulfilling my wishes in a second, he thrust in harder, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I wantedeverything.I wanted to feel something that had evaded me for so long. I wanted to feel alive beside and underneath him, and for the first time in my life, I wouldask for it.
"Fuck! Harder! Fuck me harder." My loud plea filled up the room, and I saw stars in the black of my squeezed eyes while I descended into a dark pit of hedonism.
Kirill granted all my wishes. His actions were rough, fast, and purposeful, bringing me to the high that I chased. Euphoria, white-hot pleasure, began to trickle into my skin, my stomach, and my thighs as his dick hit the right spot over and over again. Hard, brutal, inescapable, he obeyed me so well.
