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across his face.
When stern discipline shifted to hunger, followed by amused satisfaction, she decided anger might be a better choice.
“Oh, Regina, you naughty girl,” he purred, leaning close and bracing his arms on either side of her. He lowered his face until his breath tickled her skin. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to taunt a hungry man?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes wide and wary while she stared into his eyes, only inches from hers. He couldn’t possibly know what she imagined.
“I will never let another touch you, milaya , but I can give you what you dream of. Would you like me to fulfill your darkest fantasies, Regina?”
She started to shake her head, but when the first touch rasped against her skin, she froze. Her eyes opened impossibly wide, and her lips parted on a soundless gasp. She could see his arms had not moved. His hands remained planted on the mattress on either side of her head, supporting his weight as he leaned over her, yet she felt a dozen hot, eager hands caressing her naked flesh.
Firm fingers tightened around her puckered nipples, pinching and tugging the rosy flesh. Hands slid up her thighs, over the round warmth of her belly. More hands invaded her cunt, pressing and circling her clit, parting her slick labia and penetrating her. She felt one finger enter her, then two, then three, stretching her uncomfortably wide while her lover remained unmoving above her.
The phantom hands multiplied, touching every inch of her skin at once. They kneaded her ass, stroked and probed along the secret cleft, parted her round cheeks and rubbed erotic circles around her rosebud.
Unseen fingers pumped steadily into her dripping pussy, and Reggie cried out. She felt like a dozen lovers caressed her, each demanding a response from her overwhelmed senses. But the only lover she could see remained hard and motionless above her, his black eyes blazing while he watched her shiver on the brink of orgasm.
Fear welled up in her. She couldn’t understand what he was doing to her, how he could make her feel these things, and all at once she wanted nothing more than to get away from him and from the power he wielded over her.
“No!” she shouted, trying to twist away from the invisible hands, but they were everywhere, and the silk ropes held her pinned for their exploration.
She squeezed her eyes shut. They’re not real! She told herself, desperately willing her senses to ignore what her mind couldn’t accept. It’s a trick. No one is touching you. No one is here but Dmitri. It’s a trick. Ignore it, and it will stop.
But it didn’t stop. The fingers inside her thrust faster, the thumb on her clit rubbed harder, tighter circles, and she began to cry.
“Stop,” she whimpered. “Please stop.”
The hands froze, not withdrawing, but going completely still. Dmitri’s breath stirred the hair beside her ear, but all she could hear was the throbbing beat of her own heart and the ragged sound of her breath sawing in and out of her lungs.
She heard his voice rumbling so close to her ear his lips brushed the sensitive lobe.
“Why should I stop?” he asked, soft and low and purring. “This is what you imagine, late at night, when you stroke your own needy flesh. This is what you feel in your mind when you rub your little clit and fuck yourself with your own little fingers. Why not let me give you what you want, Regina?”
“Because you scare me!” she shouted at him, not caring he could have heard her if she’d only breathed the words. He was that close, but she was crying, and her own fear made her angry.
She opened her eyes and turned her head to glare at him, ignoring the tears that clumped her lashes and blurred her vision.
“Do you want to hear me say it, Misha?” she demanded. “Fine, I’ll say it. I’m chickening out. I’m a wimp, a wuss, a coward, who never should have gotten myself into this situation to begin with. I’m terrified! Is that what you want to hear? I’m not
When stern discipline shifted to hunger, followed by amused satisfaction, she decided anger might be a better choice.
“Oh, Regina, you naughty girl,” he purred, leaning close and bracing his arms on either side of her. He lowered his face until his breath tickled her skin. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to taunt a hungry man?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes wide and wary while she stared into his eyes, only inches from hers. He couldn’t possibly know what she imagined.
“I will never let another touch you, milaya , but I can give you what you dream of. Would you like me to fulfill your darkest fantasies, Regina?”
She started to shake her head, but when the first touch rasped against her skin, she froze. Her eyes opened impossibly wide, and her lips parted on a soundless gasp. She could see his arms had not moved. His hands remained planted on the mattress on either side of her head, supporting his weight as he leaned over her, yet she felt a dozen hot, eager hands caressing her naked flesh.
Firm fingers tightened around her puckered nipples, pinching and tugging the rosy flesh. Hands slid up her thighs, over the round warmth of her belly. More hands invaded her cunt, pressing and circling her clit, parting her slick labia and penetrating her. She felt one finger enter her, then two, then three, stretching her uncomfortably wide while her lover remained unmoving above her.
The phantom hands multiplied, touching every inch of her skin at once. They kneaded her ass, stroked and probed along the secret cleft, parted her round cheeks and rubbed erotic circles around her rosebud.
Unseen fingers pumped steadily into her dripping pussy, and Reggie cried out. She felt like a dozen lovers caressed her, each demanding a response from her overwhelmed senses. But the only lover she could see remained hard and motionless above her, his black eyes blazing while he watched her shiver on the brink of orgasm.
Fear welled up in her. She couldn’t understand what he was doing to her, how he could make her feel these things, and all at once she wanted nothing more than to get away from him and from the power he wielded over her.
“No!” she shouted, trying to twist away from the invisible hands, but they were everywhere, and the silk ropes held her pinned for their exploration.
She squeezed her eyes shut. They’re not real! She told herself, desperately willing her senses to ignore what her mind couldn’t accept. It’s a trick. No one is touching you. No one is here but Dmitri. It’s a trick. Ignore it, and it will stop.
But it didn’t stop. The fingers inside her thrust faster, the thumb on her clit rubbed harder, tighter circles, and she began to cry.
“Stop,” she whimpered. “Please stop.”
The hands froze, not withdrawing, but going completely still. Dmitri’s breath stirred the hair beside her ear, but all she could hear was the throbbing beat of her own heart and the ragged sound of her breath sawing in and out of her lungs.
She heard his voice rumbling so close to her ear his lips brushed the sensitive lobe.
“Why should I stop?” he asked, soft and low and purring. “This is what you imagine, late at night, when you stroke your own needy flesh. This is what you feel in your mind when you rub your little clit and fuck yourself with your own little fingers. Why not let me give you what you want, Regina?”
“Because you scare me!” she shouted at him, not caring he could have heard her if she’d only breathed the words. He was that close, but she was crying, and her own fear made her angry.
She opened her eyes and turned her head to glare at him, ignoring the tears that clumped her lashes and blurred her vision.
“Do you want to hear me say it, Misha?” she demanded. “Fine, I’ll say it. I’m chickening out. I’m a wimp, a wuss, a coward, who never should have gotten myself into this situation to begin with. I’m terrified! Is that what you want to hear? I’m not
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