Page 76 of The Tsar's Obsession
“Oh, fuck, Sunshine, I–” My mind devoid of all thoughts, Mia’s hands joined the action of her mouth, and her speed and dedication intensified. So fucking deep, Mia did this so well, and her little moans made my whole body shiver.
I finally ripped my eyes open to feast my sight on my gorgeous and dedicated woman working my cock deep into her throat. Her light gray silk robe was barely hanging onto her shoulders, masterfully untied to show me her nude and unforgettable body. She slightly lifted herself up on her knees, and as soon as she took meout of her mouth, she forcefully spat right where her hand wrapped around my dick, completely under her control.
“Come down my throat, baby, I love the way you own me...” Mia’s voice was pleading with me; she loved to submit just as much as she enjoyed dominating.
Eyes shut, her tongue ran up and down my shaft while her little whimpers and moans pumped all my blood into what she held in her mouth and hand. Harder, faster, my cock slid in and out of her throat as her tongue teased and licked everything it could reach.
As I watched the show, a phenomenally strong orgasm penetrated my whole body, and after I pumped it all down her throat, just like she asked, she swallowed it all obediently, piercing my eyes.
“Fuck, Mia, you’re so fucking good at this,” I whispered desperately as I came down from my high. She giggled and slumped down beside me.
In a second, I was already running my hands over her smooth skin, but as I moved down to taste that delicious pussy, she stopped me. “I can’t spread my legs like that today.” A most mysterious smile appeared on her face, and I wildly wondered what on earth that meant. She couldn’t spread her legs...for me?!
Without any further words, she turned her back to me and sat up onto her knees. There, on her right buttcheek, was a fresh tattoo.
Kirill
Momentarily thinking I was mistaken, I grabbed her hips and hungrily took in the writing. The letters ‘I’ had little hearts for dots.
"Oh my God, baby, what did you do?!" I called out, staring at my name branded on her skin.
"Do you like your birthday present?" Mia asked playfully, melting into a smile as she looked down at me.
"Like it?! I...I love it!" I had no words. I was sure I was dreaming, my name on her skin, forever inked, forever bound. I couldn’tfully believe how lucky I was. Mia loved me.Me. I was sure I didn’t deserve it.
“I love you so much,” I chanted as I kissed her back, unable to rip my gaze away from that tattoo. I was obedient like a dog, and I would spend the rest of my life loving and serving her.
“I love you too. It would be crazy if I tattooed your name on my ass and thought you were just okay." In a second, her lips were already on mine, her passion and love filling up every single molecule of air that surrounded us. Just like that, we stayed under the white sheets all morning, tangled up together both in body and soul.
All day, my hands itched to check the tattoo every few minutes. “I can’t believe you actually did that,” I admitted while I ran my fingers gently all around the fresh ink.
Who was Mia? I was sure she would nevereverconsider altering her body this way. And for me? Fuck, I was ready to cry from happiness.
“Easiest decision I ever made.” Mia’s response was accompanied by her most joyous and brightest smile. “I love you,” she whispered while I was completely lost in her eyes. “So fucking much.”
I didn’t simply love Mia. I was obsessed, infatuated, and ready to sacrifice everything just for that smile to never leave her lips.
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Birthday Boy
Mia
“Youokay?Yousureyou don’t want a painkiller?” The man tattooing my buttcheek was concerned for my well-being while I was sprawled out on the seat, lying on my stomach with my pants pulled down to reveal my naked backside.
This was the most unusual experience. It took me months to pick this tattoo shop, never having thought about this kind of stuff in the past. “Yeah, I can’t really feel too much, to be honest. Is it supposed to really hurt?” I responded, acutely aware that my naked ass was mere inches away from his face.
He paused both the needle and his response for a few seconds but then resumed. “Well, yeah. I mean, this is not the most sensitive part of the body, but still. Although, women have a way higher pain tolerance than men.”
I thought about that fact and about the man whose name was slowly being forever inked into my skin. He went through a lot of pain, both physical and emotional, it seemed. And yet, he still managed to stay gentle and loving, gifting me happiness with every second of his presence.
Kirill’s reaction to the tattoo was just what I hoped for. He was shocked and truly moved, his adorable voice of surprise cementing in my head that this was a good decision.
I also thought it was a great decision to finally collide our two worlds and celebrate Kirill’s birthday—all together. Fancy restaurant—check. Russian gangsters—check. Uptight lawyer, awkward stepbrother, and best friend who couldn’t keep her mouth shut—definitely check.
After a blissful birthday day together, we arrived at the place a little earlier, Kirill’s eyes shining with joy. I loved seeing him like this—carefree and happy. Truly happy, his beautiful smile filled up the room, almost as if he didn’t carry any sins with him. Almost as if he were an angel, pure and innocent.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” He crooned into my ear, a long exhale leaving his lungs and igniting my whole body. “Made for me. I can’t stop smelling…tasting…loving you.” Our obsession with each other was mutual. The intoxicating aroma that his body exuded solely for me made my knees weak and my mind delirious. I couldn’t get enough; I craved more of him every day. “How is your delicious tushy?” We took our seats, and Kirill leaned in with a smile, making me blush at his words.
