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lick and suck at every part of Alexandra’s body, then he’d poke himself into her and fuck her hard. Just when she’d start to moan, or her body would let him know she was getting close to coming, he’d pull out and get up from the bed. He’d go out of the room to use the bathroom, or to get another drink. Sometimes he’d get himself a snack. Then when he got back, he’d ignore her alternately swearing at him, then pleading with him to let her come. He’d watch her for a while as she pulled at the scarves trying to free herself, then he’d make sure she was watching while he stroked himself hard again.
    Sometimes he’d straddle her head and push himself into her mouth, choking her with the ferocity of his strokes, since she didn’t have any hands free to control his movements. He’d pull back before he came and torture her with licking and sucking for some time, then he’d fuck her hard again just to the point of orgasm. Then he’d get up and leave the room again.
    By the time the sun was beginning to come up, Alexandra was done with swearing at him. She was reduced to sobbing while she begged him to let her come. The alcohol had worn off and she was exhausted. Dmitri had an evil grin on his face as he lifted her ass up and slid a pillow underneath her, to allow for deeper penetration.
    He leaned forward and pushed her breasts together, trying to suck on both of her large nipples at the same time as he pushed his hips forward and buried himself deeply into her core. When he felt himself pushing against her cervix while his balls draped on her ass, he knew he was as far in as it was possible for him to be. He began a rhythm he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up for long. He was already so over-due for an orgasm himself that the pressure in his lower spine became an insistent ache that demanded release.
    This time he allowed the pressure to determine the speed and depth. He gripped her hips tightly as he pounded himself into her, grunting out his feelings.
    “No one else can touch you! You’re
my
woman! Your cunt belongs to me! Every part of you is mine! Tell me! Tell me, you hot, horny bitch! Who gets to fuck you?”
    Alexandra was almost delirious with pleasure. She whimpered her answers.
    “You do! You are my man! Your cock owns me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Hard…aah!”
    She shrieked like a banshee while she came, twisting and pulling at the bonds that tied her up, gnashing her teeth and screaming, her face set in a rictus of agony-based ecstasy. Her body shook and trembled as every cell in her body exploded. Dmitri finally gave up his control and rode along with her on the cascade of multiple orgasms that made them both pass out because their bodies couldn’t take being conscious anymore.
    A short while later, Dmitri twitched awake as every muscle in his body relaxed into sleep mode. He realized Alex was still tied up and he carefully undid the knots. He momentarily felt guilt at the red marks on her wrists and ankles. But when he got back into bed next to her and pulled her close into his arms again, she sighed with contentment and snuggled into his skin.
    He closed his eyes and joined her in the deep dreamless sleep of a totally sexually satiated state of exhaustion.

Chapter Seven
    The next few weeks passed by, with a routine becoming established. It was still too early in spring for the snow to be gone, so very few were brave or foolish enough to ride their Harleys. Not only were they temperamental machines that didn’t perform well in extreme cold, they were so expensive that few were willing to have their bikes exposed to the salt and sand strewn about on the icy roads to help with traction.
    Dmitri had found a small, furnished efficiency apartment, and paid cash on a month-by-month basis. He was sleeping over at Alexandra’s expensive condo four nights a week, so he figured that for three nights a week he could stand being cramped. Plus when he looked around he laughed to himself, remembering