I shook my head violently from side to side as I kicked with my legs, trying to get to a seated position so I could work on the binds around my wrists. “No! No! Stop! We can’t do this.”
The man was enormous. There was no way he was putting that thing into my body. Nope.
Vaska tossed the Magnum condoms onto the bed and reached down to stroke his shaft. “Don’t worry, malyshka, I’ll make sure you’re wet enough to take every inch.”
He placed a knee on the bed and reached for me. I kicked at his hand. My fight only amused him. Climbing fully onto the bed, he easily captured my flailing legs and tore my panties off. Pressing his cock near my entrance, he forced my legs over his shoulders.
I stilled.
He grinned. “That’s more like it.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and braced for the lethal pounding I was sure I was about to endure. The bed squeaked slightly as he shifted. Instead of the hard, painful thrust of his cock, I felt the warmth of his mouth. My eyes flew open to see his head nestled between my thighs, his arms wrapped securely around the base of my legs, holding me open.
He met my gaze and winked. Opening his mouth, his tongue stretched out to flick at my clit. Without volition, a throaty groan left my body. His tongue continued to swirl and tease every nerve. Each time I tried to buck my hips, Vaska held me still with his firm grip.
My hands balled into fists as I gripped the sheets and threw my head back, giving in to the delicious torment of his mouth. The man wasn’t just going through the motions, like most men. He was a wizard. It was like he knew what I wanted, what I needed, before I did. He read every sigh, every shimmy, every held breath and used it against me. Not once did I have to say higher, or softer, or a little to the left, or not so fast. He was perfectly in tune. And damn, the man didn’t just lick; he feasted.
My back arched as the pressure built. Just then he pushed a single finger inside of me as he increased the speed of his tongue. I came so hard, I forgot to breathe. Stars burst behind my eyelids as the sound of rushing waves filled my ears. My body hung limp from the silk tie binds.
He rubbed my cunt in soothing circles with four fingers and whispered to me in Russian, “Ne volnuysya, detka. YA tol’ko nachinayu.”
I slowly opened my eyes and stared at him in wonder, as I tried to catch my breath. “What?” I gasped.
This time he pushed two fingers inside of me, before saying, “I said, do not worry, baby. I’m just getting started.”
Without warning, he flipped me over. I had to push up onto my knees to ease the increased pressure of the twisted tie around my wrists. I had expected him to position himself on his knees behind me, but instead, he lay on his back and his head went between my thighs.
I cried out in alarm. “No. You can’t. It’s too sensitive now.” I had never even tried to come twice in a row because my clit was always too sensitive after the first orgasm. I honestly didn’t think it would even be possible.
His warm breath tickled the inside of my thigh as he chuckled. “Vy zakonchili, kogda ya govoryu, chto vy zakonchili. YA khochu bol’she etoy sladkoy pizdy.”
I did not know what he was saying, but I was certain it was dirty. Before I could ask, his mouth was back on me and I had to bite my pillow to keep from screaming. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. As I recovered from my second mind-blowing orgasm, his warm skin brushed the backs of my thighs.
I tensed.
His left hand caressed my back as his right rubbed my pussy. He pushed two fingers inside, then a third.
“Ow! Wait!”
“Shhh. This is happening, krasotka. Let me prepare you.”
His fingers shifted in and out of my body, opening me as his other hand continued to rub my back. Still, I couldn’t stop the rising panic. He was too big. I pulled at my binds. “Untie me.”
“No.”
The distinctive sound of a foil wrapper being torn open sounded out like an alarm.
“Please, I don’t want to be tied up anymore.”
“No,” came his same unrelenting reply.
My voice became high-pitched and strained. “You can’t say no when I’m saying no.”
“Yes, I can.”
With a cry of frustration, I yanked on the silk tie, which only tightened it further around my wrists, causing angry red marks. Before I could argue again, my body rocked forward as a sharp sting of pain radiated from my right ass cheek.
He had spanked me!
The bastard had actually spanked me.
Casting an outraged look over my shoulder, I raged, “How dare you?”
He spanked me again.
“Stop that!”
He raised his arm. My eyes widened. “Don’t you dar—”
I wasn’t even able to finish my threat. He spanked me a third time. By now, my skin was on fire. Hot needle pricks ran over my ass and down my thighs. The worst part was it seemed to heighten the pleasurable soreness I was already feeling between my legs.
“Are you going to be a good girl and obey me, or do I keep spanking you?”
Under normal circumstances, the sexual threat of that sentence would be scary, but when it was uttered in a heavy Russian accent by a huge Russian criminal who currently had me tied to a bed, it was terrifying.
“Please,” I begged, although I wasn’t sure what for.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Tell me you’re going to be my good girl.” His free hand reached under my body to caress my breast before pinching my nipple. The sharp stab of pain was another warning.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I’ll be your good girl.”
His knuckles brushed my inner thigh as he fisted his cock and rubbed the heavy bulbous head through my slit. I couldn’t contain a whimper.
Vaska kissed my shoulder. “Shhh, krasotka. This first time will hurt, but I promise it will be worth it.”
He pushed the head into my tight entrance.
I fisted my hands, driving my nails into my palms. “Oh, God!”
His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place as he pushed inside. His thick cock stretched and strained my inner muscles. With his free hand, he caressed my breast as he whispered soothing words in Russian I couldn’t understand.
He pushed in another few inches.
A fine sheen of sweat broke out on my back as I strained to accept him. “Please. You’re too big. It hurts.”
He ignored my pleas and pushed in another few inches. My body would have buckled forward if not for the binds around my wrists and his grip on my hip. After an eternity of him slowly thrusting forward inch by inch, I felt the pressure of his hips against my ass. He was fully seated inside of me. I tried to concentrate on my breathing, taking deep breaths in and out to control the overwhelming feeling of pressure and fullness. It felt like someone had shoved one of those novelty dildos you know couldn’t possibly fit inside a woman’s body… inside of me.
He stopped moving, letting me adjust to the feel of him. I could hear his harsh breathing and the flexing and tightening of his fingers on my hip, as if he was trying to keep control.
Gradually, my body opened and relaxed around his length.
After another moment, I could feel the return of a delicious sensation between my legs. I pulled my hips slightly forward, feeling him slide out a few inches, and then pressed back into his hips. I rocked slowly back and forth like this several times, each time only letting him slide out an inch or two. Finally, I felt confident enough to shift my hips forward enough to allow several inches of his shaft to slide out, then I pushed back with more force than before.