Chapter Six

ESMé

Eroticism emanates from him with his sexy swagger and the dark, bewitching look in his eyes as he stalks toward me.

I slowly circle my clit and finger my nipple, releasing a moan.

“You’re not ready for me, Esmé.”

“I could never be more ready for you, Daniil.”

“I’m not the same man I once was.”

“Perfect.”

“I’ve got a lot of pent-up aggression in me,”

he growls, sending a thrill of pleasure to my core.

“I’ve got three years of sexual tension, Daniil.”

“Safe words are out the window, Esmé.”

“Safe word? Who needs safe words?” I goad.

Daniil walks to his closet and returns with a flogger, rope, and a ball gag.

Daniil spends a few minutes tying me and perfecting his knots with the rope until I’m bound and open to him. When he finishes tying me, he secures the band around my head and fits the ball into my mouth.

“The respectful thing to do, kitten, is to tell your host goodbye. I have no penchant for ungratefulness. You asked me for a Christmas wish, and I delivered,”

he says as he slowly drags the leather falls of the flogger across my body.

I relax underneath the soft caress of the leather against my skin, taking delight in the small flicks he unleashes on my body.

“Open your eyes and watch me,”

he commands, causing my eyes to fly open at the sting of the leather against my ass. I’m lying on my side with my ass exposed to him.

I moan as he drags the tails of the flogger between my thighs, swiping it across my wet pussy lips.

“You like that,”

he grunts in his thick accent.

I nod, wishing I could spread my legs wider, but I can’t, thanks to the rope that has me bound.

Daniil removes his long-sleeved Henley, tosses it to the floor, and takes another slow step towards me. Those light eyes flash a fiery, molten amber color.

“You should be very scared, Esmé,”

he says, unbuckling his pants and removing them.

Daniil’s eyes close briefly, and he shoves his hand inside of his underwear, stroking himself. His jaw clenches, and his eyes flutter open again.

“I thought we had a beautiful time, great conversation,”

he says, kneeling before me. “I thought we were forming a bond. I thought there was something different about you than the others. I actually was coming to like you.”

I’m not surprised by his revelation. I’d begun to feel the connection between us as well, but I second-guessed it because it was too soon. I attributed it to my emotional state over being forced to marry a man whom I didn’t love and barely knew.

“You knew I was going to marry him. I told you that long before I left. The same night we were first together, you asked why I was there alone and why I was with you. I told you.”

“It wasn’t about you marrying him. It was about the thank you or the goodbye. Neither of which you felt I was deserving of.”

Daniil begins whipping my body with the flogger, and I savor the pain as I surrender to the dominant yet gentle hand of a lover whose touch I’ve craved for three years.

Daniil walks to the closet again and returns with several toys. He inserts a butt plug in my ass and drags a dildo through my sex before shoving it in and out of me several times before exchanging it for a vibrator.

My body hums with pleasure, and I struggle to obey his command when he says, “Don’t you dare cum. You deserve to suffer for your wickedness, kitten.”

My pussy hums and throbs even when he leaves my holes plugged and takes the cane to my body, striking my upper shoulders, the sides of my thighs, and my ass. My body is sore but pleasured at his immense torture and teasing, overwhelmed with the need for a release.

Finally, he removes my ball gag.

“I would prefer to hear your cries of pleasure and pain,”

he says, striking me with the paddle on my ass.

His hits become swifter and more intense as I cry and moan, wiggling underneath each strike.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“Arrête de jour et donne-les moi, Daniil,” I purr.

His eyes light up as I speak my mother’s native language, French. I grew up learning three languages, Italian, the language of my father’s birthplace; French, the language of mine and my mother’s birthplace; and English as a requisite.

“I will give it to you, but first, I’m taking what I want.”

“You speak French?”

“Oui.”

When he pulls his boxer briefs off, his dick jumps and bounces.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“Ya khochu tebya. I want you,”

he translates Russian to English in a dark and lusty tone, his voice deep with want.

“Prends-moi.”

And he does exactly what I tell him. He frees me from my restraints, and he takes me.

Grabbing my ankles, he hoists my legs over his shoulders, buries his face between my thighs, and circles my clit with his tongue before sucking on it and then slowly dragging his flattened tongue down my center until I cry out.

“Tak vkusno. So delicious.”

Hearing him tell me that I’m so delicious in that dark tone while those fiery eyes flash with heat makes me gush on his tongue. My hips buck upward, and my legs and hands lock into place around his head.

I couldn’t let go of him if I tried.

I rock up and down his tongue, allowing him to taste every part of me as I saturate his beard, mustache, nose, and lips with my juices.

Daniil’s long fingers knead my ass as he gradually lifts me and feeds himself.

Whimpering and shaking, I give him everything that he’s asking for.

Daniil stands, licking his lips with his long tongue and then wiping his beard with the back of his hands. He’s allowed his beard to grow long, and with that hungry, not quite satiated look in his glowing golden eyes, he looks like the hungry wolf his family is named after: Volkov.

“When was the last time you had unprotected sex?”

“Never. You’re the only woman I’ve ever been inside of unprotected,”

he growls, throwing me back in time.

I hop off the bed before he can join me, and I lower myself to my knees.

“Baby,”

he growls, fisting his hands in my hair as I take him into my hands, stroking and caressing the smooth skin along his length.

“Yes, my love?”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Just the thought of you taking me into your mouth.”

Daniil closes his eyes as his dick jumps in my hand. “Fuck!”

he mumbles.

Leaning forward, I lick the slit moaning at the taste of his salty precum on my tongue.

“When enough is enough, just say, ‘uncle.’”

“Never!”

he growls.

“Your wish is my command.”

“Didn’t give a wish.”

“Yes, you did. You had a death wish. You said that I’m going to be the death of you.”

“Esmé,”

he grumbles thickly as I slide him into my mouth.

“No touching,”

I say, removing his hands from my hair.

Looking up at him, I wink as my hands softly caress his balls, careful not to bring him any discomfort.

I bask in the way his eyes grow heavy, yet there’s still a bright spark that emanates from underneath those heavy lids. I love the way that his full lips part, and the bottom one hangs just a little, showing the tip of his tongue.

I revel at the way the muscles in his forearms jump as he clenches his fists at his side and slowly loses the battle before he finds his fingers tangled in my wild hair again.

And I love how shallow his breathing becomes right before I pull him to the back of my throat and form a tight seal around him.

Daniil loses control and grabs my hair, jerking my head back. He feeds me his length, and I suck heartily, greedily seeking to satisfy my need as well as his.

Smirking at his loss of control, I pull back slightly. I continue teasing him in ways that I know he’ll love, slowly licking, gently pulling, and lustfully sucking until he explodes in the back of my throat.

I watch on in admiration as he wobbles as the remnants of his seed shoot down my throat, and he pulls out and smiles as he watches me swallow.