31. Chapter 31

thirty-one

Leonid

A s I storm toward the bathroom, I catch one last glimpse of her on the screen. She’s lounging on the bed now, looking far too pleased with herself.

I slam the door shut with a kick, the noise bouncing off the black-and-white marble walls.

I peel off the tuxedo jacket and toss it aside, quickly following with the vest. Grabbing the waistband of my pants, I yank them down and step out, leaving them crumpled on the ground.

My cock is hard and pulsing with an intensity I’ve never felt before, ready to explode.

I look over to the oversized tub across the room, but I head straight for the glass-enclosed shower.

Fucking need to calm the fuck down.

Stepping under the spray, not bothering to turn the water back to hot, the icy water hits my skin, and I hiss through clenched teeth. But it does nothing to cool the fire in my veins.

That’s when I smell it. A mix of jasmine and sandalwood. Her scent.

“ Pizdets ,” I growl, slamming the water off.

Suddenly, I’m back in the garage, popping the trunk. Hauling her limp body from the car trunk. Her golden dress revealing all of her curves as her fragrance coated me.

I press my nose into my arm, inhaling deeply. Her scent floods my senses, making my cock twitch.

“You’re a sick piece of mudak ,” I mutter to myself. I shouldn’t be this turned on by Red.

Shouldn’t feel like I want to ram into the room and claim her as mine.

But since when do I get stopped by things I shouldn’t do ?

The thought sends a thrill through me, but I push it away. I’m a fucking Kuznetsov. I take what I want when I want it.

But there are lines even I won’t cross.

I’m a bad human, but I’m sure as hell not a rapist.

She must be willing, just like five years ago.

I take another hard sniff of her scent on my skin, closing my eyes as I grab my cock with my right hand.

I grunt at the contact.

Turning the shower back on, I adjust it to warm. The streaming water wets my hair and entire body. The warmth relaxes my muscles but does nothing for my rock-hard cock.

I start pumping myself, the water making everything slippery. A groan escapes me. “ Suka , this feels too good.”

In my mind, I see her in that golden dress, prowling around my playroom. A room I’d built thinking I’d enjoy some female company there, but never used.

Not once. Never brought anyone back here.

Until now.

“ Chert !” My hand tightens around the mid-section of my cock, squeezing and stroking with a slow rhythm. But instead of my own hand, I imagine Red’s mouth sucking me slowly.

Her tongue would lap at the head of my cock, teasing the slit before taking me deeper.

She’d sucked me so good. Those high cheekbones, those full lips. She’d take my full length deep into her throat, moaning as streams of tears rolled down her cheeks.

I see those blue eyes looking up at me, defiant even as she pleasures me.

I pick up the pace, stroking my cock as my hips thrust more rapidly. A groan escapes from deep within my throat.

My mind races with visions of what I want to do to her, plans that are dark and dirty.

I can’t bear the thought of our session ending so soon, not when there’s still so much left to explore.

My body pulses with raw need, every nerve alive and begging for more. The thought of it all coming to an abrupt halt is unbearable.

No, I won’t let it end just yet. I have other plans in store for us, plans that will leave us both drenched in sweat, and consumed by lust.

The scene in my head shifts.

She’s spread out on the bed, wrists and ankles bound.

I walk back and forth, my shoes tapping a steady beat on the floor. Each step I take toward her causes her breath to catch a little faster.

My hand pumps harder as I imagine her blindfolded, face down. Completely at my mercy.

She knows it. Waits for it. Craves it.

My cock throbs, pre-cum leaking as I maintain a slow, torturous pace.

Heart racing, I let out a low groan. In my mind, I move closer.

Her tan skin is on full display. I can taste the salt of her sweat and goosebumps rise as I trail kisses down her back.

She shivers and releases a soft moan. Her ass rises, begging for attention.

She deserves this.

She tried to kill me.

She needs to be punished.

I settle between her legs, raising my hand. The first smack echoes through the room.

Her pussy clenches around nothing. Lips parting, she gasps my name. I can almost feel her pussy tightening around me.

“ Blyat ,” I growl, cock growing impossibly harder. I think of her slick walls closing around me, pulling me deep inside.

She squirms, pleading for more. But, instead, I’d knead her ass, soothing the sting.

“Tell me why you want me dead, Red,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, voice thick with lust.

Not good enough.

I grab the paddle, pressing it against her cheek.

“This is going to hurt more, krasotka . Tell me what you are hiding?” Another smack. Her body jolts, a strangled cry escaping.

Her pussy glistens, dripping with need.

Ignoring my question, she bites her lips.

“Fuck me, Leonid,” she begs in my mind.

My fingers squeeze harder, stroking faster. I’m so close.

I remember how tight she was five years ago. How she writhed beneath me.

“Mine,” I snarl, imagining sinking into her wet heat. “You’re fucking mine, Red.”

In my mind, I tease her, rubbing my cock along her slick folds. “You want this for your tight little cunt, huh?”

“Fuck, yes,” she moans, arching her hips up. I press the tip against her clit, making her whimper again.

Without warning, I thrust in, but not deep. Not yet. I pull out slowly, torturing her with shallow strokes.

My fingers find her clit, circling slowly. More juices flow from her gorgeous pussy.

“Please, Leonid,” she begs, voice breaking. “I need you. All of you.”

I thrust in and out, slow and steady. She tries to push back, but I hold her hips still.

“Say it. Beg for it.”

“Fuck. Me. Harder. Please.” Her voice is fierce, demanding.

I can’t take it anymore. As I pump my cock harder in reality, I imagine thrusting into her, hard and deep.

I squeeze my hands with such force that they feel like her tight, wet pussy. My mind is consumed with images of her moaning and writhing beneath me as I lose myself in the intense pleasure. Every muscle in my body tenses and strains as I continue to thrust into my hands, desperate for release. The sound of my own heavy breathing and water cascading down on the floor fills the room as I imagine her calling my name in ecstasy.

With a roar, I come. Thick ropes of cum coat my hand, splattering onto the shower floor.