19. ISABELLA

Chapter 19

ISABELLA

Every fiber of my being is torn between surrender and resistance, between the tantalizing prospect of submission and the torment of the unknown. Andrey stands back away from me, and I feel the loss of his heat. Before I can stop myself, I think, what the fuck! Tomorrow, we could be dead, and I reach out to him.

My arms wind around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. His arms circle me, and he lifts as my legs wrap around his waist, and our tongues lash together in a heated kiss.

As soon as we step into the hotel room, Andrey slides me down his body. He pulls me into a passionate kiss before pulling away and looking at me.

“If you’re uncomfortable at any point, just say ‘stop,’ and we’ll call it quits,” Andrey assures me, his voice steady and reassuring. “This isn’t about punishment or being a possession. It’s about release and conquering fear.”

I’m lost in the whirlwind of lust and confusion that this man stirs within me, unable to find my voice.

I nod, finally finding my voice. “Yes, I understand.”

“I need to hear you say it again.”

“Yes, I understand,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time.

“Now tell me what you want.” Andrey’s voice takes on that commanding tone again. “Say it.”

“I want you,” I blurt out, the words tumbling from my lips, a truth that resonates deep within me.

Andrey pulls me to him, his lips crushing mine. His hands grab my ass, pulling me against him. We start to spiral into the dark mists of desire for him once more. The danger lurking outside fades away.

Andrey abruptly draws apart and wastes no time ripping my dress off, making me gasp at the intensity of his actions. The fabric rips, exposing my lacy lingerie, and his eyes now burn with a dark, feral lust. Beneath the smoldering intensity, there’s a steely, commanding glint.

A mix of fear and desire coils through me, sending heat to my core and making my nipples harden.

“Take off your underwear,” he demands, his voice low and hoarse. “Show me what you’re giving to me.”

I obey, my fingers trembling as I unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Andrey’s gaze is fixed hungrily on my breasts. I slide my panties down my legs, baring myself completely to him.

He reaches down, roughly grabbing my breasts. He squeezes them, eliciting a moan from my lips. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as he pinches my nipples hard. “Yes,” I gasp as the pain shoots straight to my clit.

“And what about your tight little pussy?” He scrapes his fingers bruisingly up my thighs, yanking my legs apart so hard I nearly topple over.

He runs a hand over my mound, and I moan. He steps back, his eyes holding mine. “Open your folds and show me how wet you are.”

I hesitate for a moment before complying, my fingers trembling as I spread my lips apart, revealing my glistening wetness. Andrey’s eyes take in the sight, and he steps forward, his fingers tracing a path up my thigh.

“You’re so wet,” he growls when his thumb eventually brushes against my clit. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He lifts my chin, looking into my eyes. “Do you want me to taste you, princess?”

“Yes.” I feel like a deer caught in powerful headlights, mesmerized by the warm beams but trembling with fear at the impending doom, and I’m powerless to move away from it.

“Yes, what?” Andrey’s grip tightens on my chin.

“Yes, Andrey, I want you to taste my juices that are flowing just for you,” I have no idea who said those words. It’s like my tongue has taken control and shut my brain out of the command center.

“That’s my girl,” Andrey leans forward and kisses me before dropping to his knees.

“Oh!” My moan echoes around the room as his mouth closes over my pussy as he begins to lick and suck at my swollen flesh.

My hands grip his hair, and I grind myself against his face. “Oh, yes.”

I bite my lip, but I’m not sure if I’m allowed to shout out or not. But I can’t chance losing Andrey’s soft tongue and the suction of his mouth, or I think I’m going to die.

“You taste so good,” Andrey growls, his tongue darting in and out of my pussy as he expertly brings me closer and closer to the edge.

Just as I’m about to come, he pulls away, his lips glistening with my juices.

“Noooooo!” I cry, and before I can stop myself, my hand finds my clit, and Andrey grabs my wrists.

He eyes me angrily. “Not yet,” he snaps. “I didn’t say you could cum.”

Fuck! Am I supposed to beg? I’m panting and in pain. Not the kind of pain that an aspirin can cure. The pain that only riding his rock-hard cock can cure.

“Please.”

“Control, princess,” Andrey’s eyes and voice soften, and he leans in and kisses me. “Do you taste how sweet you are?”

I nod, trying hard not to cry. Andrey stands watching me for a few seconds before he starts to undress. Soon, he’s standing before me. His body looks like a master chiseled it, and his cock is erect and pointing at me.

“Do you see what you do to me, princess?” Andrey smiles. “While I’m trying to teach you control and discipline, you’re beauty and total abandon when you start to let go drive me to the brink.”

“You’re absolutely amazing,” my eyes travel hungrily over his body.

“Do you want to touch me?”

I nod. “Yes.”

Andrey nods, permitting me. “You may touch me.”

I step forward and run my hands over his hard flesh. Andrey sucks in a breath as I lean forward and run my tongue around one of his nipples. The soft sprinkling of hair tickles my nose.

I suck it into my mouth, and again Andrey sucks in a breath, but he stands still. I feel his cock jolt as I tend to his other nipple before licking and kissing my way down his body.

I drop to my knees in front of him and look up. “May I?”

“May you what?” Andrey’s voice is a husky growl.

“May I suck your cock?”

“You may.” He nods.

My hand circles the smooth satin shaft while I dip my head forward and press my tongue into the tiny opening.

“Ahhhh.” Andrey breaths, but still, he does not move as I close my mouth over his shaft and start to bob my head back and forth. “You’re doing so well, princess.”

My one hand pumps his cock in rhythm with my mouth while my other reaches down to explore his heavy balls.

“Oh, yes, baby,” Andrey sighs. “That’s so good.”

I start to pick up speed, mimicking the movement of when he’s pumping into me until his hand wraps into my hair, and he pulls my head off him.

“That’s enough.” Andrey barks. “Climb on the bed on your hands and knees.”

I find myself once again obeying. I’m so on edge now I know that if I don’t cum soon, I’m going to get myself off—consequences and learning control be damned.

I don’t have to wait long until Andrey climbs onto the bed behind me. He pushes my chest into the bed. “Mmm, you’re still sopping wet.” He runs his hand down my bum crack, parting my cheeks and using his thumb to rub my clit, making my body jolt in response.

“Andrey…” I pant, my cheek pushed into the bedding. “I’m going to cum if you continue to do that.”

“Control it, baby,” Andrey tells me, removing his thumb and making me whimper once again. “I know, baby.” He leans in and kisses each of my bum cheeks. “We’re nearly there.”

He spreads my legs wide, his fingers tracing a path up my inner thighs as he positions himself at my entrance. Andrey leans forward, his tongue running up around my mound before lapping around my clit and teasing my hole.

“You feel ready for me,” Andrey says, positioning himself behind me, teasing my entrance with the tip of his shaft. “Are you ready for me, princess?”

“Yes,” I moan, my body trembling with need. “I’m ready. Please, Andrey, I’m so ready for you.”

He plunges into me, his cock filling me as he begins to thrust in and out. I cry out, my fingers gripping the sheets as he fucks me hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass as he drives into me over and over again.

I can feel my orgasm building. My body starts to tremble as I get closer and closer to the edge. Andrey senses it too, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he fucks me harder and faster.

“Come for me,” he growls. His fingers dig into my hips so he can slam into me, pushing me over the edge.

I scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Andrey follows closely behind, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his cum. He bends over me, careful not to put his weight on me as the pleasure shocks make me shiver.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies entwined as we catch our breath. Andrey pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me as he kisses me before pulling the covers over us.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Andrey whispers as I start to doze off, folded in his strong arms.