“M-Mikhail...” My voice is slightly hoarse as I lift my head and blink away the last shred of confusion.
And there he is—this beautiful man—my beautiful man, waking me up in the best way imaginable. “God, I love you,” I moan, my head falling against the pillow as he angles my hips and licks me from end to fucking end.
I make a motion to reach for his luscious head of hair, and that’s when I realize my arms are tied above my head—with fucking Christmas lights. In a simultaneous dawn of awareness, I attempt to bring my legs together, but they’re also restrained by the multi-colored lights that once decorated the balcony railing.
“You didn’t think I wouldn’t follow through on my word, did you?” Mikhail rises, mouth and beard glistening with my arousal. “I’ve had a lot of fun playing with this pretty pussy. And so did you. Came for me once already.”
“You’re a bastard,” I chuckle between moans. “And I love it.”
“Krasivaya devushka, your body knows who it belongs to, even in sleep.” Without breaking eye contact, he uses the flat of his tongue to lick up my slit. My mouth parts, legs shuddering. “You sang for me, came for me.” Mikhail drops kisses on my aching center, eyes still watching the way he makes my face contort with sinful pleasure. “So beautiful, Leah. So goddamn gorgeous. Like a horny little Christmas tree.”
We laugh at that. But my humor fades as the fire inside grows hotter while his movements slow.
“Fuck...baby...what is...I can’t...” My words fail as I arch off the bed, and an orgasm rockets through me. Taking advantage of my vulnerable position, Mikhail brings his tongue back to my pussy and slides two fingers inside as I squirm and cry out, at the mercy of his sweet torture.
But he doesn’t relent, even as I’m nearly crawling out of my skin and climbing the high of another release.
“No, no...no, baby, no...” I moan and try to clamp my legs closed. And that’s when I feel the fullness I haven’t registered until now.
Son of a bitch found my butt plug.
“You went through...my black bag,” I murmur, head lolling.
He laughs darkly. “You came prepared, didn’t you?” Mikhail squeezes my nipple and circles my clit with his tongue.
I thrash against my restraints, needing to run, scream, die, and come all at once.
“You knew you were coming to collect what was yours,” he says between strokes. “What’s always been yours.”
“Fuck...Mikki. Too much!”
“Again. You can take it. I want to feel you squeeze me with this pretty cunt until you’ve made a mess on the sheets, and you’re dripping from my mouth.”
Three fingers inside me now, he hooks and licks with more vigor, bringing me to the fringes of an explosion and filling me so wholly, yet I would give anything to swallow his cock at the same time. My mouth waters at the thought despite the bruises still fresh in my throat from last night.
“More, my love,” he urges, increasing the vibrations on the butt plug.
“Shit,” I cry as my hips buck to meet his thrusts.
Faster.
Another notch and the jolt catapults me into a toe-curling orgasm. When my release splashes on my thighs and belly, I know I gave him exactly what he wanted.
But Mikhail isn’t done. He’s ravenous, fingers buried, leaving their mark as he drinks me down and savors every drop.
“Yes...yes, baby...” I whine, my hips still moving, still fucking his face and riding out the last waves of pleasure.
He tilts my ass and runs his tongue up each cheek.
“My girl’s greedy little cunt is still begging for more.”
I lazily shake my head as he kisses up my body and rises to his knees, reaching for a blade on the nightstand and cutting the cords connecting my legs to the bedpost. I wait for him to free my hands, but instead, he dips down, lips on mine, and devours my mouth.
The taste of my cum, coupled with the vibration still sparking through my body, ignites another fire. I curl my leg around his waist, desperate for friction, even if it kills me.
“There she is,” he rasps. Biting my shoulder, he reaches between us, grabbing his rock-hard cock and stroking the head against my swollen clit.
“Fuck me, Mikhail,” I beg, lifting my hips.
But he pulls away, making me want to quite literally kill him. So I yank at the damn cords around my wrists and groan, “Untie me. Now.”
“Not yet,” he replies with a devious smirk, then drops a fleeting kiss on my lips before flipping me over on my hands and knees. “Grab on to the headboard.”
I don’t hesitate and assume the position, back arched and ass up, desperate to be full of him. But again, he toes the line between life and death when he climbs off the bed and heads toward the window.
The sun has barely peaked the horizon, so the light filtering inside the room is minimal, but he closes the blackout curtains regardless, bathing us in shadows—except for the lights twinkling around my wrists.
And when I glance back, the blue light in my asshole glitters.
“Krasivyy.” (Beautiful.)
“You owe me for this,” I say, trying to suppress a smile.
Mikhail laughs, crawling in behind me, gripping my cheeks, and spreading them open.
“Fuck, Leah,” he growls as he tightens his hold.
“Yeah, yeah, your horny Christmas tree here needs to get fucked before you die, Mr. Petrov.”
