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This isn’t the end, this is the beginning.
Letting Nikita Safaryan think that he is in any semblance of control starts now.
Taking a deep breath, I drape myself across his lap and stare down at the floor. He whispers shit in Russian. The silk of the robe glides along my ass until I’m completely bare to him.
Softly, he rubs the mounds of my ass and then he parts my ass cheeks.
His dick is pushing into my side and I feel it then.
Niki Safaryan’s fingertip touches my asshole and I hiss like my bare feet are stuck to tin on a hot roof.
Gently, he rubs and I moan.
Oh girl,I think.
Fuck, fuck, fuck,I think.
“I know that you’re sexually fluid, Kitten. I know that women and men have shared your bed, Sage. But I promise, when it’s all said and done, no one will have been in your body deeper than me. I’m going to reach places inside of you no one has.”
Pop.
The first of the beads slips inside me.
I have no idea how many more there are to go but my pussy is already starting to drip. All I can do, is concentrate on the wooden floors, following the wood grain patterns as they spiral out in all directions.
CHAPTER14
Niki
My trek to the office took longer than was necessary. When its time to go I slip into the car, turning on the peanut butter colored seat to warm me up, my phone began to ring. Throwing the car into reverse, I’d answered the call next.
Deena, one of the ranch hands was on the other end. Her voice tinged with terror as she rambled through the story about my soon to be wife. Instructions had been handed down clearly that they were not to speak to her unless it was necessary.
I ended the call asking about Champagne Dream, my horse. She had stuttered that the horse was fine and I disconnected.
“I don’t know about riding,” Sage’s voice interrupts me.
Champagne Dream is being saddled for us by Deena who won’t even look us in the eye.
When she’s done she leaves and heads to the bunkhouse, or somewhere. She leaves Sage and I alone.
“You’re going to ride,” I tell her.
She bites her lips and I take her in looking uncomfortable. I imagine her ass feels full and on fire.
“Did you think she was pretty?” I gave Champ a kiss and talk to him.
My horse moves his head away, he’s anxious to go out. He wants to be ridden; it’s been a long time since we’ve had a good run.
”What?” Sage snaps.
“Deena,” I look after her in the direction she’s gone.
“I mean…she’s fuckable,” Sage doesn’t shy away.
I rub at my face and feel stubble coming in. I’ll shave in the morning after this little excursion tonight.
“Hop on,” I tell Sage who I’ve made put on tights under the sexy silk green robe. Her breasts are nearly peering through and I could easily pull one out and suckle.
