Page 14 of Prince of Control (Bratva Heirs #1)

Chapter Eight

Baron

I watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Lara steps out of her panties. She’s perfect–her pale breasts adorned with a set of taut, dusky-rose nipples that tilt upward. She’s trembling, her breath coming in shallow pants, but her pupils are dilated, telling me she’s turned on, not afraid.

Fear makes the pupils contract. Lust blows them wide.

I turn on the water then slide my forearm under Lara’s ass and lift her into the large walk-in shower.

“Tell me about your preferred birth control, printsessa .”

When she doesn’t answer, I pin her against the tile wall, crowding against her, letting her feel my size, my strength. Warm water sluices over our heads, adding to the sensory experience.

The hard points of her nipples brush against my ribs.

I kiss her hard. My lips move over hers, not teasing–punishing. Claiming . My tongue lashes into her mouth. My dick presses insistently against her soft belly.

I meant what I said, though. Even though I’m asking about birth control, I’m not going to fuck her if she doesn’t want it.

Right now, she seems agreeable, but if she says no, I’ll respect that boundary.

“I’m on the pill,” she gasps when I finally break the kiss.

Jealousy spikes through me. For him? For Brash?

No. They didn’t seem that intimate. She still hasn’t taken his call or texted him back.

“I’m clean.” I kiss her some more. Without breaking the liplock, I reach for the soap, rolling it in my palms to build a lather then stroking them across her shoulders. Around her tits. Down the sides of her rib cage. I slide them around her ass, circling.

“Let me see this gorgeous ass.” I turn her around to face the far shower wall, so her face is out of the spray. “Hands against the wall, printsessa .”

She doesn’t obey.

I smack her ass. It’s still pink from the spanking I gave her in the bedroom, and the water makes my slap stingier–I know because it stings my palm.

She gasps and whirls to glare at me over her shoulder.

I crowd in close again, gripping her nape to kiss her thoroughly. “Show me your pretty ass,” I murmur, more coaxing this time, while my hold on her is firm. I turn her to face the wall again, catching her left wrist to press her palm against the tile. “Other hand,” I prompt.

She lifts it then stops herself, pausing midair, as if she obeyed automatically then wanted to show me I’m not her master.

I wrap my larger palm over her hand slowly, and interlace my fingers over the tops of hers. I kiss her temple, her jaw, the side of her neck, and I ease her second hand into place against the wall. “Good girl,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.

A shudder runs through her.

“Did you just come, malyshka ?” My voice is a low rumble against her skin. I bring my fingers between her legs to feel what’s going on. “Are you clenching down here for me?”

Her pelvic floor lifts and lowers, fluttering with a small climax.

“That’s good, angel. You’re so perfect.” I kiss her shoulder. “So responsive.”

I pick up the bar of soap and get more lather then soap her back, her waist, the crack of her ass.

She moans, pitching forward more, arching for me.

“This is what I wanted to see.” I stand to the side and stroke a loving hand over her plump ass, exploring every centimeter. “Fucking gorgeous.”

When I slide my hand over her pussy again, she moans.

“That’s it, pretty girl. I like it when you let go.” I crowd against her, grasping her breast with one hand as I tease her clit. My teeth graze her shoulder as I pinch her nipple hard enough to make her gasp and her pussy clench.

“Turn around.” I’m suddenly rough. Commanding. I spin her and push her back against the tile, then squat and lift one of her legs over my shoulder.

“Oh!” She clutches my head for stability as I bring my mouth to her dripping core.

I penetrate her with my tongue. “You need me here?” I demand, my voice rougher and deeper than normal.

“Oh!”

I reach up and pinch the other nipple. “Answer me, Lara-Love.”

Her core squeezes. I know she’s beyond turned on. Deep in the physicality. Almost in sub-space. Or maybe she’s there now. She offers no resistance other than not speaking, but loss of language can be a result of sub-space.

“What?” she asks in Russian, sounding dazed.

Good. She’s there.

I take over, releasing her from the obligation of speech or decisions. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” I tell her. “And then I’m going to decide if you get my fingers or my cock. And you’re going to be a good girl and take it. Understand?”

“ Da. ”

I’d prefer a yes sir , but I won’t ask for it tonight. Tonight is about her pleasure. Teaching her to yield to my lead. Showing her how well I can take care of her needs.

I need her trust to keep her safe.

But I desire her full surrender.

I want her on her knees every night for me, begging for my touch. My praise. For her release.

I don’t want to own her contractually. I want to fully possess my wife–body, mind, and fucking soul.

“That’s good.” I rub her clit with my thumb, and she jerks and whimpers with need. I lick into her, bathing her with the flat of my tongue, sucking her labia, penetrating. I penetrate her with my thumb and suck her clit, and she starts to cry out in short, staccato beats.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh.”

“That’s it, beautiful.” Time to switch things up. I want to keep her in a prolonged state of arousal before I let her come. It will make the orgasm all the juicer.

I stand and whip her around to face the wall again, delivering several medium-hard spanks to her round ass–right, left, middle.

“Oh! Wait! Why?” she cries out.

I grip her hips and twist her back to face me, pinning her pelvis against the wall and lifting her thigh to give me access to her core.

“Why what?” I kiss her hard, bending my knees so the head of my cock prods her entrance. “Why did I spank you?” I pull my face back enough to find her gaze and see confusion there.

I celebrate the fuck out of it. It means she was trying to please me. I tamed her, at least for this moment. This scene.

“Because your ass is too perfect not to spank, angel. Because it gives you fresh stimulation.”

I grip my cock and rub it across her cunt. “Feel how wet you are?”

I kiss her with bruising force, my teeth scraping her lips. She moans into my mouth. I suck her lower lip as I pull away.

“And because I wanted to. It’s for my pleasure and yours.” I lean my forehead against hers. As our breath mingles, I work the head of my cock into her entrance. “You want to ride my cock tonight?”

One last chance for her to refuse. I know she’s not going to, but I want her to understand it’s her choice. I may be dominant, but it’s always consensual.

She reaches for my waist and pulls my hips toward her.

“Say it,” I demand even as I press forward, parting her to take me.

“Da.”

I might have to learn to dirty talk in Russian for my bride. I’m better listening and reading it than speaking, and I obviously never picked up sex talk from my dad. I make a mental note to watch some Russian porn.

I ease slowly into her. She’s sopping wet, but her channel is tight, and my dick is big. I don’t want to hurt her. As I push in, inch by inch, my palms rove over her body–along her sides, across her breasts, down her back to grip her ass.

I trace my middle finger down her crack and press against her anus when I fill her to the hilt.

Her nails score my shoulders as she cries out.

“That’s right, malyshka. Take your husband’s cock.”

Lara

This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life.

This is so …beyond.

Beyond anything I even imagined.

If you asked me before, I wouldn’t have said I liked or wanted any of this. The dirty talk, the rough treatment, the spanking. The dominant mastery.

But my body responds to Baron’s every word. Every look. Every touch. My body craves everything he has to give. I’m dying for it.

I lean my shoulders and head back against the tile and press my hips up and forward to take him deeper. He’s big–both in girth and length, and he fills me beyond what I would’ve thought possible.

Thank God he’s going slowly.

But I’m starting to trust him. Even when he’s rough, he seems very aware of what he’s doing. He didn’t bang my head against the tile. He spun me fast, then went slow for the press. And the spankings don’t really hurt. Just a momentary sting.

He holds my knee up now, pushing into me as one of his fingers presses against my back hole.

It’s crazy. Insane. So much sensation at once. The nudity. The water. The passionate kisses. The titillation of all my erogenous zones at alternating times and intensities.

I’ve been with a few guys before. Three, to be exact. Nothing felt like this. Our encounters were lights-off, under the covers explorations. There was no dirty-talk. No devious commands. No praise. Certainly no punishments or rewards.

I’m intoxicated by it all–every nerve ending attuned to Baron. I moan, needy for more.

He continues to penetrate me with his thick cock, in and out, plowing deep. I tip my pelvis up to meet his thrusts, rubbing my clit against his loins, taking him deeper.

“Good girl.” He claims my mouth again in a jerky kiss. “Good fucking girl.” His tongue plunges in between my lips at the same time he thrusts into me.

“Baron!” I cry out. “Benjamin.”

His chuckle is a deep, satisfied rumble, like he enjoys hearing me call out his name.

I get dizzy–the warm water combined with hot sex makes spots appear before my eyes. “It’s too much,” I gasp.

He shoves in, spearing me with his erection and lengthening his knees, so I’m lifted on my tiptoes by his cock.

I hang there against the wall, spread open to him and desperate.

His hands brace beside my head as we pant together.

“Too hot, printsessa ?”

I nod, my head wobbling on my neck.

He looks down between our bellies where we’re joined. “You’re going to come for me, malysh . And then I’m going to carry you to our bed where I’m going to fuck you until you scream. Understand?”

His words make me moan.