Page 49 of Break Me

The handsome Russian took his time, humming to his selection of music. The song was filled with dark passion and romance, an incessant need that pushed against time. There was also anger as well as joy, the sound so soulful I was momentarily caught up in the music instead of the handsome, rugged man.

Then I realized what I was hearing. “I can’t believe it. You’re playing the piano in the piece. Aren’t you?”

“How did you know?”

“Because I think from now on, I’ll know when you’re playing outside any room before I enter. Dark and brooding. Honest and angry. Such great talent.”

“While I wasn’t looking for compliments,” he said, his voice even more gravelly than before, “I’ll take it. With every moment of trust, the experience should drive you closer to pure ecstasy.”

He didn’t stop with words. Less than two seconds later, he lifted my legs, bending my knees and pushing them against the bed.

I was wide open and vulnerable, but instead of feeling embarrassment, I felt utter joy. Completely free. The moment was exhilarating.

But the wash of emotions and sensations didn’t stop there. I expected the blistering heat of his mouth and tongue buried into my wet cunt.

Instead, the bubbles I’d experienced in my mouth were entirely different splashed across my pussy.

“Oh, God…” My moan was elongated, husky and breathless. He immediately drove his tongue past my swollen folds, licking me furiously. The combination of heat and cold bubbles drove me crazy.

I’d never felt anything like it. Squirming, I pulled so hard on my bindings, the bed creaked from the force used.

Alexsey wrapped his arms around my legs, keeping me wide open as he feasted. I was shocked how quickly my body responded but realized he’d teased every inch of me to the point of oversensitivity.

Now every electric vibration hummed, settling deep within my core.

Every sound he made, every growl and guttural exhale was enhanced by the music. Keeping time with the rhythm. The moment was still surreal. I tossed my head back and forth as he drove several fingers into my wetness while rolling his thumb around my clit.

The effect was insane, my body bucking. He was masterful in his actions, creating a craze deep within then pulling back.

Then his actions became more manic.

Tongue and fingers thrusting relentlessly.

Heated breath keeping me tingling all over.

I was close to losing control, panting as I tossed my head from side to side.

A sudden sharp crack of his fingers against my swollen pussy lips caused me to jerk up, gasping for air. He rolled his thumb around my clit again, pinching it between his fingers. The pain was entirely different than the spanking. Deeper. More intense.

He cracked his fingers against my pussy twice more then instantly drizzled more of the frigid bubbly on my tender tissue.

The crazy war of sensations continued as he placed his open mouth against my wetness, licking the champagne as I writhed and moaned.

That was all I could take. It was as if he controlled every inch of my body, forcing my total submission. As another climax swept through me, I dug my heels into the bed, fighting the velvet straps, panting like a crazed woman as the pleasure swept through me like a wildfire. Being lost in the moment of pure nirvana was certainly nothing I’d ever felt before.

Stars floated in front of my eyes even behind the blindfold, vibrant and beautiful.

Alexsey refused to stop, lifting my pelvis off the bed and burying his face into me.

“My beautiful little captain.”

I had no idea how long his tongue assaulted me, but when I finally started to come down from the incredible high, I realized I was no longer bound and the blindfold had been removed. While the room was still encased in shadows, a warm glow from light in another room in the suite kept the feeling of suffocation at bay.

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that a demonstrative, powerful man like Alexsey Dmitriyev, someone I’d cursed up one side and down the other a couple of days before would be holding me.

Not just holding, but cradling me in his strong arms, keeping my back pinned against his chest. And for the longest time, I counted our combined heartbeats because they were the same.

Minutes passed, maybe more. The music was still playing, the softness of the sheets still soothing, and his heated breath on the nape of my neck reminded me of the passion we’d shared.