Page 8 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)

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Still teetering on the edge of sanity, I rubbed my palms against Mikhail’s chest, wrapping my fingers around his shirt. I’d been right before.

He’d removed his suit jacket and tie, unbuttoning his tailored shirt and rolling the sleeves past his strong forearms.

I envisioned both covered with tattoos as dangerous men always wore as an extension of their power, providing a dangerous warning.

As soon as he broke the kiss, he nipped my bottom lip. “Obedience is vital.”

While I wasn’t certain whether he was explaining the lifestyle or reminding me I was required to be his good girl, I remained silent. The kiss had been nothing more than a tease much like fingering me before had been. He wanted me to be hot and ready, desperate to do anything he asked.

“Tell me what you feel,” he commanded as his voice deepened, lowering in volume as he stepped away.

At first, I felt nothing. Then softness. Something was being brushed across my chest. “A brush?”

“Think again. Use all your senses.”

There were no adequate words to describe the sensations, but a powerful scent filled my nostrils. “Leather.”

“Very good. Arms behind your head with your fingers clasped together.”

It suddenly dawned on me what he was holding, prepared to use on me.

A leather strap of some kind, but with feathered ends.

I was no virgin and obviously not ignorant of pleasures of the flesh or the mind thanks to my reading of pure smut, yet it took me a few seconds to realize what he planned on using.

A tawse. A leather implement used for discipline. My body jerked involuntarily and he was right there, crowding so close I gathered a whiff of the scotch he’d been drinking.

“Relax, ideal’nyy angel . You can still back out. If that’s what you’d prefer, I’ll walk out the door and you can stay the night in peace.”

My mind was blank at first, emotions struggling with the answer.

“Tell me,” he instructed.

“No, I want this.”

“You’re certain.”

“Yes.” I also nodded as if he needed consistent assurance. Maybe I was the one who did.

“Then we begin. Hands behind your head, fingers clasped together. Maintain your position.”

I did as he asked although my arms were shaking. Another chaotic moment of uncertainty crushed in on me. I managed to obey him, holding my fingers so tightly together the grasp was painful.

My dark and powerful lover brushed the leather edges across my breasts. My nipples were so over-sensitized I shook harder than I had before.

He didn’t stop his actions, methodically rubbing the strands along my belly and down to my thighs. I shifted from foot to foot as my body continued swaying. The anticipation was creating a crushing weight against my chest.

His presence alone was sweet torture and all I could think about was seeing him without his clothes. Maybe I had to earn the privilege. I continued swaying as he shifted around my side, flicking the tawse lightly against my back. There was no pain, yet I jumped, laughing nervously.

“You’re never done this before,” he stated. It wasn’t a question. He simply knew me far too well.

“No.”

“Even more enticing.” His Russian accent seemed heavier than before, laden with lust as his eyes had been in the bar.

I continued shivering as he brushed the leather from one side of my bottom to the other. Without warning, he snapped the tawse against my buttocks. I experienced shock more than pain, concentrating on the aftereffects of his wrist snapping so violently.

The sound continued to reverberate in my ears. I sensed my body was rocking. I knew I should feel something other than euphoria, but that wasn’t possible.

Mikhail took a deep breath before rubbing two fingers down my spine, caressing my bottom. The sensual moment was short lived as he cracked the implement across both cheeks several times.

The moment of awe was broken, anguish shooting down both legs.

“Oh…” Biting back a scream was close to impossible, but I somehow managed.

The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to what we were doing.

Was I embarrassed? Concerned what would be said or done?

Worried my friends would learn I’d been silly enough to go off with a man I barely knew to a hotel room and be spanked while blindfolded?

Maybe a little of all of the above.

Mikhail didn’t allow me time to process the pain before striking my bottom four more times. I was pitched forward from either the force or my nervousness, but he caught my arm, crowding closer.

“Easy. Just relax.”

“Okay. Yes, I’ll try.” I hated the sound of my voice. So uncertain of myself. So fearful I’d chicken out. He allowed me time to mentally process before bringing down the strap again. White-hot electricity swept from my arms to my legs.

Every sound and sensation was amplified including his labored breathing along with my heartbeat. My toes curled as he issued six more strikes, taking them very slowly, moving from side to side. Not only was every nerve standing on end, but my pussy was throbbing more than when he’d stroked my clit.

The understanding was unbelievable but true.

I continued trembling as he pulled my back against his chest. As he held me close, he rolled the tawse across my breasts.

They were even more aroused than before.

He nuzzled against my neck, nipping my earlobe while allowing his hot breath to tingle my skin.

I melted against him, pain and pleasure becoming one. With my pussy clenching and releasing, I almost climaxed without him needing to touch me. How was that possible?

He’d taken full control of my body. I rested my head against his shoulder. He held me close, stroking me tenderly as a true lover would. Maybe not knowing much about him was a powerful aphrodisiac.

I softly purred as he pinched my nipple, twisting the tender flesh. I no longer feared pain as I’d once done, now reveling in the amazing eruption.

Another sound caught my attention. He’d pitched the tawse aside. Very slowly he turned me to face him, cupping both sides of my face. “Now, I’m going to make love to you.” With his lips brushing against mine, I gripped his forearms.

The kiss was soft and sweet, a bridge between agony and ecstasy.

When he pulled away, he gathered me into his arms, yanking one heel off my foot then the other.

I clung to him as he carried me several yards, aware of the rustling of sheets before being placed on a cool surface.

My bottom ached, waves of heat lingering.

The sheets were soft yet scratchy and every time I moved, I felt as if I was being a bad girl.

He said nothing as he pulled away, but I sensed he was watching me closely. I didn’t dare move even as I longed to reach out and touch, to rip off his clothes. He was taking far too long to unwrap the prize.

When I dared touch the material wrapped around my eyes, I felt weight on the bed, his hand on mine. “You aren’t allowed to remove your blindfold, my angel. Do you understand?”

“That’s not fair.”

“Who said life was fair?”

Every time Mikhail issued a slow and easy chuckle, it was as if the man knew he had the world in the palm of his hand. My stomach remained aflutter as he knelt over me. What he hadn’t told me was that I wasn’t allowed to touch him.

So I did, gasping the moment I touched his chest and abdomen. He was sculpted like no man I’d ever touched. While basking in the man’s glory would be incredible, there was something so enjoyable about touching him in blindness. A laugh pushed past my lips.

“Something funny?” he asked.

“No. Everything is… amazing.”

He captured my lips for a few brief seconds before brushing his lips to my chin, biting down for a few seconds.

He crouched over me and as he explored my body, moving down ever so slowly, I continued discovering as much of him as I could reach.

Yet he pulled away when I attempted to stroke his back.

I envisioned his skin was covered in tattoos, extraordinary ink indicating his power within the Bratva.

I didn’t know why the thought was so exciting.

I rolled my hand down his chest, shivering with heat from the scalding touch.

While he didn’t stop me, he wasn’t interested in having me stroke his cock. He peppered kisses along the side of my neck. My cheeks flamed as he caressed the curve of my breast, teasing me relentlessly. My body continued to betray me and I spread my legs like a flower opening on a spring morning.

I envisioned his face as he brushed kisses against one nipple. With his dark looks and knowing smile, eyes flashing with hungered mischief, he was the epitome of a bad boy.

With the image firmly planted in the filthy portion of my mind, my muscles relaxed.

He rubbed the backs of his knuckles across my stomach as he pulled a tender nipple into his mouth.

Excitement tore through me and I gripped both arms, gasping for air. I wasn’t expecting the combination of his tenderness and dark commands. It was more exciting than anything I’d experienced.

He sucked on my nipple before rubbing his lips to my other breast, biting down on my tender flesh.

“Oh, my gosh.” I dug my fingers into his arms, jerking up from the bed. I’d never felt something so incredible before.

As soon as Mikhail released my aching bud, I relaxed, but the moment would be short lived. With every kiss he provided, I was pushed closer to a sweet moment of nirvana.

Panting, I gripped the bedding, twisting my fingers around the soft sheets as he settled between my legs. I expected to feel his cock pressed against me, another reminder that for the night I belonged to him.

When I felt the warmth of his mouth, I jerked up once again. My mind was blown from the rush of adrenaline as he bent my knees, pushing them against the bed. A throaty groan escaped and I tossed my head from side to side.

His tongue flicked across my clit and I was shameless about uttering a series of moans while twisting my hands around the sheets. I opened my legs even wider, giving in to the torturous deliciousness of his lips and tongue.

He buried his face into my wetness, moving his tongue in sweeping motions as he dragged the tip up and down my pussy. Somehow, he knew exactly what I needed and wanted, every action perfectly orchestrated. He was so masterful, pushing me so close to the edge of insanity that I was left in awe.

It felt like he was reading every sigh, every quivering movement of my body. I imagined his eyes never leaving me, studiously watching every reaction.

As the pressure built, I arched my back in preparation of giving way to the sweet relief of an orgasm. I gave more of myself instead as he backed off, now running his fingers alongside his tongue. The man wasn’t just performing an act; he was feasting like a man dying of hunger.

He pushed a single finger inside then a second, thrusting as his tongue tormented my clit once again. There was no sense of time or meaning, just a sheer ultimate pleasure that I’d never thought possible.

Writhing in his hold, I opened my legs wider, an offer he didn’t take lightly. Beneath the mask, I could pretend I was someone else, a more experienced woman who could provide everything he needed.

Instead of the girl who’d never had a man take his time to learn her body.

When he added a third finger, flexing all three, I dug my heels into the bed. Then he pulled my clit into his mouth again.

At that moment, I came so hard stars floated in front of my eyes, the blindfold unable to shadow the vibrant colors. I’d forgotten how to breathe for long enough I was sucking air, desperately trying to fill my lungs.

He wasn’t letting me go or allowing me to bask in the haze, continuing to lick me as he pumped his fingers into the very core of my being.

“Oh, my God. Oh… This is so…” A laugh bubbled to the surface as a series of vibrations skittered through me.

With a low growl on his lips, he pressed kisses against both inner thighs, even dragging his tongue along my heated skin. I lolled my head to the side as my heart rate slowed, in a dream state that could only be described as sheer ecstasy.

I was certain he was ready to fuck me, continuing teaching me to surrender. Shockwaves tore through me as he pitched me onto my stomach, instantly pulling me onto my hands and knees.

“What are you doing?”

“I didn’t say I was finished just yet, moya neposlushnaya malen’kaya devochka .”

“What? What did you say?” I was pleading with him, breathless as my body trembled.

“I called you my naughty little girl.” His hot breath cascaded down my back and I braced for the force he’d use in driving his cock inside.

Both my mind and body were completely unprepared for him to dip his head, driving his tongue into my pussy once again. “No. No. I can’t. It’s too… Sensitive.”

“ Ty uznayesh’, chto ya beru to, chto khochu, milyy angel. I tvoya kiska moya .”

His words were deep, his tone husky, and while I longed to know what he’d said to me, I was too lost in the sweet haze once again.

I wanted to admit to him that no man had ever given me two orgasms from licking me, but that would be a lie.

I’d never experienced even a single one.

Not ever. I was so lost in the moment I hung my head, counting the stars floating in my eyes.

They were so beautiful. My body hummed like a live wire as he added his fingers beside his tongue.

His warm breath tickled the inside of my thigh and for a few seconds I could do nothing more than pant. The sheets were bunched up all around me, yet I ripped at them continuously as he feasted a second time. It was as if the man couldn’t get his fill.

As before, I wasn’t expecting the second orgasm to sweep through me so quickly or with so much explosive energy. I threw my head back and there was no way to keep from issuing a sharp cry. The pleasure was just too intense.

While I was still floating, he caressed my back and I sensed he’d lifted his head. He crushed his body over mine, pinning me in place. After a few seconds, I heard his whispered words and wanted nothing more than for them to be true.

“I said that you will learn I take what I want and that your pussy is mine. But I misspoke.”

“You did?”

“Every inch of you belongs to me.”