Page 28 of Babies for the Boss
He makes me come again and again, rolls me over, flattens me to the bed and enters me from behind, from in front, from the side. He grips my hip to pull me down his length, his teeth in my shoulder, growling against my flesh. Another orgasm comes and goes, and as I cry out, my body arches to meet his for more. Always more.
He comes in me, on my back, on my tits. And then he’s hard again. If he’s not hard again, his mouth is on me. His fingers. I can’t get enough, and neither can he.
When he’s spent, truly spent, he lies back and huffs at the ceiling. I do the same and feel sleep coming for me.
Then I hear an odd buzzing sound and sit up. “Turn on the lights.”
“What? Why?”
“Turn on the lights!”
“Lights.” They come up, responding to his voice. “What’s wrong, pet?”
“I hear a bee. I’m allergic to bees!”
Now all I hear is his laughter. It’s odd at first. But I look over at him, and he’s clenching his flat stomach in a laughing fit.
“What the fuck is funny?—”
He moves, and a vibrator lands on my lap. I jerk away before I realize what it is.
“The fuck, Pavel?”
“There is no bee.” He wipes his eyes since he teared up from laughing so hard. “I… I had thought to pleasure you in a new way, Molly. Since I cannot perform the normal ways.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, I do not kid about making you feel good. I am sorry for the confusion just now, and I will be sure to alert you to any bees or vibrators in the future.”
I snort. “Did you just make a joke?”
“Perhaps I did.”
I reach for it and turn the vibrator off. “Well, we don’t need this anymore. Not tonight, anyway.”
“But you are not done?—”
“I am so done.”
He arches a brow. “You’re sure?”
I nod and yawn and lie on his shoulder, which prompts him to wrap me in his arms. “This. This is exactly what I need.”
He sighs deeply, relaxing into it. “As do I. I merely wished for you to get everything you want from me.”
“I have. I am.”
Everything but the truth from your own lips.
But realistically, at what point does a pakhan tell his… girlfriend? Mistress? I don’t know what we are to each other. So why would he tell me all his deep, dark secrets?
I push the question aside for more snuggles with a man who might be a monster.
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PAVEL
The guns are notthe problem, in and of themselves.
