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CHAPTER 19

Oleksi

Our eyes lock when I peel my lips away from Sabrina’s, and I seize the moment. “Grip the bedpost with both hands,” I command. Releasing her wrist, I watch as she complies with a fluid motion. “When we’re in my room. I’ll restrain you—but not tonight. Tonight, we explore your control and your obedience.”

Sabrina nods in silent acquiescence.

“What was that?” I ask, trailing my hands slowly along her body, over the delicate satin of her nightie. I hear her sharp intake of breath when my fingertips brush her stiffening nipples, pressed against the fabric that clings desperately for contact.

She moans, soft and inviting, as my hand cups one of her supple mounds, teasing it through the satin. She breathes, “Yes, sir.” Surrendering completely.

I reach over and flick on the bedside light. It’s warm, soft glow fills the room, casting intimate shadows that reveal every nuance of our passion. Gazing at Sabrina, I notice her eyes following my every move, brimming with expectancy. I straddle her, kneeling to ensure every contact is deliberate, bending close as I suck gently on her nipple through the satin.

Her siren's call of pleasure draws me in, and I respond by squeezing the other nipple, rolling it tenderly between my thumb and finger, while my tongue dances in a teasing duet upon the first.

Her hips lift in a gentle, responsive buck, the embodiment of unleashed desire.

“Do you like this, little slut?” My voice comes out rough and commanding as our gazes lock.

“Oh, yes, sir,” Sabrina replies breathlessly. “Your masterful tongue, your clever hands—they render me completely at your mercy. My body is yours to shape and command as you see fit.”

A sly smile flits across my lips. Rewarding Sabrina’s words, I move my tongue to her other nipple, letting my free hand wander with deliberate slowness over her belly, trailing down to the apex of her legs until it disappears beneath the waistband of her matching pajama bottoms.

“Uh…” she murmurs, biting her lip as my finger caresses her soft, dewy lips, then slides teasingly between her silky, wet folds. A slight arch of her hips signals her growing anticipation.

“Do not move, little slut,” I warn, my tone brooking no disobedience. “Do you wish for me to devote all my attention to your dripping, needy pussy?”

“Yes, sir, please,” she whispers, eyes darkening with unspoken longing.

“Good little slut,” I murmur in approval, watching her expression light up.

I slide downward, lifting her nightie to reveal her naked, inviting stomach, planting delicate kisses along her skin until I reach the softness of her hairless pussy. My nose presses against the contours of her mound, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating essence. At the same time, my tongue begins tracing gentle circles around the slick, trembling lips before venturing inside.

“Oh, that’s so good…” Sabrina gasps in soft intervals as my tongue flicks and swirls around her swollen clit. “S…sir,” she manages amid her quivering pleasure.

My mouth envelops her soft mound, alternately sucking, blowing, and swirling her sensitive clit, as her pussy grows juicier under the escalating heat of our shared passion. I roll two fingers into her with a measured, teasing motion, seamlessly transitioning to a steady, fervent finger-fuck, all while keeping my mouth lavishing her mound without pause.

“Oh, oh…” Sabrina’s voice trembles as she strains to keep her enticing little ass from shifting.

“Your legs need to open wider, little slut,” I command, my tone leaving no room for hesitation, and she does what she’s told as I kneel at the end of the bed. “Now, put them by your head.” My voice is a rough growl as Sabrina complies, her dancer’s body arching with seductive grace.

I run my hand down the perky curve of her ass and slip a finger between her cheeks. My eyes fix on her tight, puckered hole. Wetting my pinky with my tongue, I circle it slowly. She tenses and then bucks slightly.

“Has anyone ever fucked this hole?” I demand, teaching her, testing her boundaries.

“N... no,” she stammers, her anticipation palpable as her bent thighs tremble.

“Have you ever wanted someone to?” Her silence is too long. I slap her ass hard, feeling it sting beneath my palm. She yelps softly and sucks in a breath as I gently rub the red mark. “Answer me, little slut.”

“Yes.” Her whisper is almost inaudible, fueling the ache in my cock.

I know how much this admission costs. How many women have longed to try anal, but struggled to confess it? “What was that, little slut? I didn’t hear you. Do you need another hiding?”

“Ye... no...” Sabrina clears her throat. “Yes, sir, I've wanted to try anal,” she says louder.

“Why haven’t you?”

“I...” she struggles while I tease the tight hole again, wetting my finger with the juices of her pussy this time as I gently press the tip inside. “I have never gotten the nerve to try.”

The little hole is so fucking tight. “It’s so tight.”

“Y... yes, sir,” Sabrina stammers, trying not to squirm beneath me. “It has never been touched.”

“You’ve not even tried on your own?” I use my tongue to gently circle it and hear her sharp intake of breath.

“No, sir!” Sabrina admits. “I have not.”

Now that the little hole is wetter, I slide the tip of my pinky a little deeper, and she doesn’t resist me. I feel her pelvis contract along with another sharp intake of breath.

“Would you like to try with me?” I ask, my voice now soft and seductive.

Her voice is low, a little shy, as she boldly says, “I would love for you to take my anal virginity, sir.”

Fuck! I didn’t think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, but it swells a little more, almost painfully. It takes all my strength not to yank off my pants and ram it into her pussy. Although I can’t wait to try her little hole, it will take time. I’m huge and would make it unbearably painful for Sabrina. I want her to enjoy it, so I will refrain from entering this tight little hole until she’s ready.

“Then, if you’re a good little slut tonight,” I tell her, running my hands up her butt cheeks, squeezing and kneading. “I will introduce you to just how pleasurable it can be.” I give some more little stinging slaps, watching her milky ass redden before using my tongue to trace and soothe the red. “But not tonight, malenkaya.”

“It’s okay. I’m ready for it now… sir,” Sabrina's voice has an edge of plea to it, and I rub my stiff cock up and down her crack, feeling her wiggle slightly. “I want to try it, please sir.”

“No, malenkaya, you are not ready,” I tell her. “You are tiny, and I am big. You need to start small and build to this. But don't worry, you will find the stretching and making you ready…” I raise an eyebrow and hold her gaze. “Pleasurable, I promise you.”

Sabrina nods but I can the disappointment flash in her eyes.

“Now drop your legs and stand on the floor, little slut!” My voice barks through the room, and Sabrina scrambles to comply, standing in front of me and watching me. “Take off your clothes.”

Sabrina does as I ask and slowly drops the nightie, letting it pool around her ankles and then the pants. “Did I please you, sir?” She asks softly. There is no defiance in her tone, and I smile.

“Yes, little slut,” I answer. “You have pleased me. As a reward—would you like to undress me?”

“Yes, sir, I would like that very much,” Sabrina responds, and I step closer to her.

She starts with my shirt, pulling it up. I help her push it over my head. I see her eyes darken as she takes in my every muscle.

“Do you want to touch me, little slut?” I ask.

“Yes, please, sir, it would be an honor to do so.”

Fuck, she learns fast . I swallow, finding it difficult to keep my control because this slip of a woman is testing me to the limits.

“Use your hands and lips to touch me,” I command.

But I instantly regret the need to feel her lips and hands on me as my desire for her almost overwhelms me when she does what I ask. She drags the tips of her nails over the contours of my torso, following the tracings of her fingertips with her lips and a flick of that soft pink little tongue. I suck in a breath.

“That’s enough.” I snap, grabbing her hand and seeing her stunned look. “Take off my pants.”

My pants and underwear drop to the floor, and my cock springs free, standing hard and ready. Sabrina’s mouth opens slightly, that little tongue peeking out as she swallows in anticipation.

“Do you like what you see, little slut?” I ask.

“You are magnificent, sir,” Sabrina breathes a sigh as her eyes scan my body and land on my aching shaft. “May I touch your cock, sir, and if it pleases you, I’d like to taste you, sir.”

Jesus, fucking Christ. I want more than anything to have my cock in her mouth, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stand the torture of it. Right now, I'm struggling to maintain control—I've never been this close to losing it with one of my lovers before. I’m always in total control, savoring every moment to release, but right now, my desire is like a burning fire raging uncontrollably through me, making me wonder who is in control here.

“Drop to your knees, and you may suck my cock,” I hear myself command.

“Thank you, kind sir,” Sabrina’s soft words nearly make me lose my load. She drops to her knees, scooting toward me.

Her soft hands circle the hair around my genitals. My stomach tightens as one of her soft hands cups my heavy balls, and a moan rips from my throat when the other takes my shaft, lifting it to her lips.

“Jesus!” My head falls back. My hands thread through her hair. My knees nearly buckle when her tongue circles the little slit, dipping in just enough to lap some precum, I know is oozing from it. “Suck the head into your mouth… Oh God, yes, just like that.” I start to rock my hips as Sabrina’s mouth slides back and forth across my cock while her one hand massages my balls. “You are such a good little cocksucker.”

My hips seem to take on a life of their own, and soon I’m ramming my cock into her mouth, feeling the pleasure build to the edge. Right before I fall over it, I pull away abruptly. “That’s enough,” I growl. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me, little slut!”

Sabrina looks up at me, confused at how angry my frustration at almost losing control comes out.

“Do I have to tell you twice, little slut?” I snap.

“No, sir,” Sabrina stands, climbs onto the bed, and spreads her legs. “Does this please you, sir?” Her bare heat is exposed to me.

I take my time admiring how deliciously wanton she looks, her skin flushed red from desire, and her clit is swollen with need. She is every fantasy I’ve ever had in flesh and blood.

“Put your hand between your legs,” I command roughly. “Show me how much you want this.” I slide my hand up and down my shaft. “And don’t hold back, little slut. Give me a good show.”

Sabrina hesitates only briefly before her hand slides between those soaking folds. Her fingers move tentatively at first as she works herself into a frenzy, but soon, they’re slick with juice as soft moans escape her lips.

“Do you like playing with your slutty little pussy?” I taunt darkly.

“Yes…” she whispers, then louder: “Yes, sir! But I prefer it when your fingers play with it, sir.”

I climb onto the bed between her legs, watching her finger rub and dip into her mound. Her moans grow deeper.

“Are you going to come, little slut?” I ask.

“I…” Sabrina pants. “Almost… I… I’m close”

I grab her wrists cruelly, pulling them away and forcing them up to her head. “That’s enough, little slut, I didn’t give you permission to come, did I?”

“N… no, sir,” Sabrina stammers, her eyes black with desire as my naked body covers her, and I hold her wrists above her head, knowing she can feel the head of my cock poking at her entrance. “I’m sorry, sir. I got… carried away.” Her hips instinctively lift as I lower my pelvis to cover her and start to tease her entrance. “Oh…” She is now writhing against me, her breath coming in pants. “Please, sir, please, I need…”

“You need what, my little slut?” I kiss her ears, then down her cheeks, along her jaw. All the while, I gently rock my hips, the tip of my cock popping a little way into her tunnel before pulling out. “What do you need?” I grab a bunch of her hair and yank. Her head pulls back onto the bed, making her chest arch, and her gorgeous little titties poke me in the chest.

“You, sir, I need you, sir,” Sabrina’s voice is rising now as her hips push down more frantically as her hungry pussy tries to engulf my engorged member.

“Who do you belong to, little slut?” I start to slide my length into her. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir, I belong to you, and only you,” Sabrina screams as I plunge into her. “Her eyes meet mine when I go still, filling her to the hilt. They are desperate, pleading, and filled with such emotion I suck in a breath. “Oh, please, please. Sir, Oleksi, please fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard!”

My lips crush hers as I lose it and start pistoning into her, and wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure floods through me. I've never felt anything like this before. She's tight and hot and wet, and I’m a fucking goner. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should slow down, take back control, but she sucks me in deeper with every thrust.

“Fuck yes!” Sabrina cries against my mouth each time I slam home. “Oh God, yes.”

Her inner walls pulse around me as she teeters on the brink of orgasm, and I'm not far behind her. Sabrina looks so fucking hot writhing beneath me, pushing her hips up to meet mine like a little slut in heat. I didn’t know it would be like this. A mix of anger and euphoria courses through my veins as I fuck her harder than I've ever fucked anyone.

“Do you want to come, little slut?” I growl, my voice guttural as I release all restraint.

“Yes, sir,” Sabrina whimpers, then screams. “Oh, yes, sir.”

I can feel her begin to tremble beneath me as her moans increase in volume, drowning out the sound of my own hips pounding against hers. Her pussy tightens and clenches, chaos all around us, filling the room, filling my head. My balls start to draw up.

“Then come for me, little slut, scream your release,” and with one final thrust, I take us over the edge, and I come so hard it feels like it will tear me apart as Sabrina screams my name, orgasming hard.

My orgasm seems to go on forever until, finally, we lie together unmoving, both gasping for air as we ride the little aftershocks of our orgasms. I roll onto my side, pulling Sabrina with me, breathless. I enfold her in my arms—she snuggles into me.

“Don’t leave me,” Sabrina whispers. Her arm wraps around my waist. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“You’ll never sleep alone beneath my roof again, malenkaya.” I kiss her damp brow. “I told you there is no turning back. You’re mine now, and I never want to spend a night without you in my bed.”

Sabrina sighs, and I feel her body relax. We drift off to sleep as the first rays of the early morning peek through the gaps in the drapes.