Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I shriek and orgasm, my internal muscles gripping and rolling. I’m light-headed, trembly.
Baron pulls his fingers out and rolls onto his back. “Climb on and ride my dick, love.”
I’m still dazed from coming, but I do as he instructs, straddling his waist. He grips my hips and lifts me up to lower down on his erection. It occurs to me that I haven’t sucked his dick yet, despite the number of times he’s gone down on me.
Our relationship has a one-sidedness, born of the arranged marriage and my resentment at being imprisoned by it. Baron holds the keys to my cage. Baron also offers me great pleasure, but it comes with the flavor of his particular brand of control. He asks very little of me in return, other than staying away from other guys, which admittedly, is a reasonable request. I can’t fault him for that, and even when I’ve pushed that line, he’s been remarkably gentle with me.
His punishments are sexual. Pleasure-based. Thrilling. They only make me want to disobey more, although, more and more, I also find myself wanting to win his approval.
Maybe wanting to give something in return.
I groan as I take his long, thick member inside. With the butt plug also in me, it feels like there’s no room. The sensation is heightened. He feels even bigger. Stretches me wider. I gasp when I reach the hilt, the head of his cock deep inside me. He holds my hips, without moving, letting me get used to his intrusion.
Then he reaches around and pumps the plug. I gasp, instantly rocking my hips over his. I grind my clit down on his loins, finding the place where the head of his cock rubs an inner ridge. My breath quickens. Baron uses the plug to propel me over his cock, and I ride him faster, my hands braced on his shoulders, my long hair falling around his face.
He looks up at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Like he’s utterly fascinated by me.
My heart flip-flops in my chest. Something lets go. Everything spills open.
I realize Benjamin Baranov is nothing like what I expected. He’s dangerous, certainly. Definitely controlling. But he’s generous. Not just with me, but with his bratva cell. He’s giving of his attention. His strategy. Even his violence. It’s all for a purpose that seems to revolve around the people he considers his own.
For the first time, I’m actually honored to be included in that group. To belong to Baron. To be someone he would kill for.
I now crave hearing him call me his wife in that possessive, proud way of his.
I replay the stunned look he wore when I first came downstairs tonight. The way he claimed me during the party, announcing to everyone that I was his wife. Beaming at me when I played the game of churning their rumor mill with him.
I feel another orgasm build, and I whimper, resisting it.
Baron flips me to my back without separating our hips and plows into me, his need for control clearly taking over.
I’m glad for the change because I can’t even see straight. The room spins. My breath is coming in short, quick pants. Baron pounds into me, bracing one hand against the wall above my head and lifting one of my legs to get even deeper.
“Reach back and push that plug, malyshka,” he orders.
I obey because I’ve come to trust that his directions result in crazy pleasure for me. My eyes roll back in my head at the dual sensations in my ass and pussy.
“Baron…Ben.”
His brown eyes crinkle, and his lips curve into a wicked smile when I say his name. “That’s it, Lara. Who owns this gorgeous body?”
I shake my head, wanting to deny it. He doesn’t own me. At least, I don’t want him to.
He chuckles, like he’s conceding defeat. “Who makes you scream when you come, printsessa?”
“You do,” I gasp, already out of my mind with pleasure. Ready to go off again like a rocket ship.
“I own this body.” He slams into me, harder and faster.
I cry out, my pleasure tinged with fear at how rough he’s being. How forceful. How hard he’s fucking me.
“I make you come. Look at me, Lara.”
I didn’t realize my eyes were closed, but I pry them open now. I can barely focus, but Baron holds my gaze. “Come for me now.” He rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb.
I let out a cry, but can’t quite crest the peak. “You come,” I pant, breathless.
Baron groans, and I watch in fascination as his face contorts. Control slips away. A muscle jumps in his cheek as he pumps with brutal force, his rhythm turning erratic. With a shout, he shoves in deep and comes.
The moment he does, I wrap my legs around his back and hook my ankles to hold him inside me. I come with him, my internal muscles squeezing and pulsing around his cock, milking it for the last of his essence.