Chapter 4

It was almost morning when he climbed into bed and laid on his side. She was asleep on her back, and when he looked at her chest, he placed his hand inside the top of her gown and over her breasts. His manhood sprang to life; he knew then that he had to have her.

~Oh God, they felt so firm and yet so soft.~ A wicked smile crossed his face when she opened her eyes and looked into his with fright. He then climbed on top of her, his lips going to her neck; he kissed along her neck, moving up to her lips.

***

She could feel someone’s hand on her breasts and opened her eyes. His touch felt so sexy, so sensual—and feeling embarrassed because she liked it—she blushed.

Then, when his lips showered her neck with kisses, she fought to keep herself from moaning. Just when his mouth was about to land on hers, she stopped him.

“Please, don’t.”

He hovered over her, looking down and smiling. “Don’t be afraid, little one. I will not hurt you. It is time for you to honor our agreement. Let me pleasure you first, and if you wish for me to stop, then I will. But first, I must ask you, do you like this nightgown?”

“Yes, it’s beautiful.”

“Then I suggest you take it off before I rip it off of your body.”

Looking into his eyes, she knew he meant it. Sitting up with her back to him, she lifted it over her head and placed it on the bed.

She began breathing heavily when she felt his fingers caressing her back. His feathery-like touch sent chills through her body; she felt a slight tingling below.

Her eyes closed as he kissed her back, moving up to her neck. Brushing her hair over to the side, his lips moved along her neck, and his one hand moved over her breast.

A quiet moan escaped her lips when he sucked lightly on the side of her neck. This was it—the moment she both feared and looked forward to. She was lowered down onto her back, his body moving on top of her.

The feel of his cock felt hard and big between her legs. Was she wrong to want this—to feel what it would be like to be made love to by a man?

Holding himself up with one hand on the bed, he lowered his mouth onto hers, kissing her savagely while his free hand moved over her breasts—massaging each one, running his thumb over her erect nipples.

When he heard her moan and felt her body responding, it got him more excited. Breaking the kiss, he kissed down her neck, going lower and stopping to take one of her small breasts into his mouth.

He licked and sucked, his teeth grazing her nipple before moving lower and kissing down over her stomach. Moving further down, he positioned his shoulders under her thighs and gazed at the beautiful pink rose between her legs.

With his head between her legs, he placed his tongue at her opening to taste her. Her flavor was so sweet, tasty, and gratifying; he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to his face.

He buried his mouth in her delicious folds. He could feel her wetness soaking his lips, which only made him more excited. He savored her taste as his tongue moved inside her in a shallow rhythm.

Pulling her plump, hard little clit into his mouth, he felt her squirming, heard her loud panting and moans when she let go and had what he knew was her first orgasm.

She gripped the sheet with her fingers; his tongue was so hot, so wet as he teased her, tormenting her. There were no words to describe how she was feeling, just that it felt amazing and had her head tossing from side to side as she heard herself screaming.

Then her body convulsed, and she was left breathless. Her heart was pounding, and it felt like she was floating in a delicious daze above the bed.

He moved up, laying his body on top of hers, looking down at her. “Was this good for you?” he asked, stroking her cheek with his hand.

“Tell me,” he ordered in his thick Russian accent.

She opened her eyes to look at him. “Yes.”

“That is good. Now for the next step. This might sting a little at first, but I promise that you will like it.”

She let out a faint gasp when she felt how big he was. “You’re too big, and there’s no way you’ll fit inside me.”

He chuckled. “It will fit.”

He placed his mouth over hers as his fingers moved down and placed the tip of his cock at her wet opening. He held back, taking his time as he moved slowly inside her.

A small gasp was heard when he penetrated her, giving her time to adjust to his size. Once he knew she was starting to get more comfortable, he began thrusting into her slowly, wanting her to feel every ridge and vein of every inch of his shaft.

Hearing her moan, he started thrusting a little faster; he could feel the walls of her vagina wrapped around his cock. She felt so hot, so tight, and he felt her arms going around his waist as he rode her harder.

His balls were hard, his shaft throbbing, and he was close to releasing, but he made sure that she came first. Raising himself on his hands, he looked down at her face as his thrusts became faster, harder, and went deeper inside her.

Sweat dripped from his face onto her chest, her tiny breasts bobbing up and down the faster he went. Letting out a loud grunt, his body convulsed as he released into her.

He collapsed on top of her, kissing her lips passionately before rolling off and onto his side.

***

What she had just experienced was amazing, but when he started to enter her, she felt fear—fear of the unknown and whether it was going to hurt or not. She felt a hot, quick pain as he penetrated and then a huge pressure when he entered her fully.

The first few thrusts were uncomfortable but felt good and natural after that. She couldn’t get enough of him; she was tired and sore but didn’t care. It felt so good.

With his weight on top of her, she wanted to squeeze him further and further into her. It was pure ecstasy when she felt the orgasm hit her, making her body tremble.

Even his kisses sent a burning fire coursing through her, and she didn’t want it to end, but sadly, it did when he rolled off of her. She could get used to this and hoped he would do it again.

A thought crossed her mind, though: would he touch her again, or would he just wait to see if she was pregnant?

***

“You were so amazing, so sweet, hot, and tight. I don’t have to ask you if you enjoyed it; I could tell you did. I will take a shower first, and then you can. Unless you would rather we shower together?”

She shook her head.

“No, I’ll wait.”

She blushed when he got out of bed, and she saw his manhood. Maybe she was wrong to love what he had done to her.

He was so strong, so powerful, as he skillfully brought her body alive with desire.

Even his ass looked great as he walked away and headed to the bathroom.

Getting out of bed, she threw on her robe.

Her body felt different, and she could still feel his hands and lips on her as they moved all over her body.

Looking down at the bed, she frowned, wondering if she was hurt.

Coming from the bathroom, his hair still wet, he saw the worried look on her face, so he went over to her.

Standing behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders.

“What’s wrong?”

She turned to look at him, worried he might get mad.

“I don’t know, but there is blood on the bed. I’m so sorry.”

He turned her around to face him, cupping her chin in his hand.

“You are so innocent. This is what happens when one loses their virginity; it is normal, and you have nothing to be sorry for. Now go clean up, and I’ll see if I can find something for you to wear.”

She hurried to the bathroom, feeling embarrassed.

She washed up with the water flowing down her body, thinking he probably thought she was foolish.

It wasn’t her fault; her stepfather never let her out of the house, nor did he explain anything to her.

She was petrified when she got her first period, and all he did was throw some pads at her and tell her she was now a whore.

After drying off, she returned to the bedroom where Dmitry was already dressed and saw a dress on the bed.

“That was all I could find, but I will take you shopping after breakfast. Get dressed; I’ll wait for you.”

Not wanting to change in front of him, she picked up the dress and went back to the bathroom.

It was a little big on her at the top.

Whoever owned it must have had big breasts, she thought to herself.

When she walked into the room, he looked her over but didn’t say anything about the dress.

“We will go down now,” he said, and when she went to walk past him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close.

“I really enjoyed what we did, and I am looking forward to doing it again.”

Her heart was racing when she felt his chiseled body rubbing up against hers.

“I don’t see why we should; you might already have impregnated me,” she dared to say, not knowing if he would get angry or not.

He ran his fingertips up and down her arm.

“I might very well have, but there’s no harm in doing it as often as possible, just to make sure.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

He lifted her chin so that she had to look at him.

“From the way that you wrapped your legs around me and the way you kissed me back, and the way your body moved in sync with mine as I was thrusting into you, you want it again. Never play games with me; I never play fair, and you will lose. Now, shall we go get something to eat?”

A part of her wished that she were strong instead of weak, but she wasn’t.

Her stepfather had beaten any strength she had out of her years ago.

She had no idea what Dmitry had done to earn his wealth, but she did know that he was a very powerful man.

Just looking into his eyes, she could tell that he had the power to put fear in anyone who crossed him.

She looked around as they walked down the stairs, passing a few rooms as they entered the dining room.

When he noticed her checking out the rooms, he said,

“I will show you around later when we come back from shopping.”

When they got to the dining room, he pulled out her chair for her.

Just as they sat down, the woman she had met earlier came in carrying a pot of coffee.

The woman started talking to him in Russian.

Danica could tell from the look on his face that he was angry when he snapped back at her in Russian.

“I don’t think she likes me,” she said when the woman stormed out.

“That is Bepa; she takes care of the staff and the running of the house. You don’t have to worry about her; she doesn’t like anyone. Now eat. It would be best if you got your strength back after what we did this morning,” he said, smirking.

When he finished before she did, he got to his feet.

“I have a few calls to make. Take your time and enjoy your food.”

When he got to his office, he sat down, took some papers from his desk, and started making phone calls.

He was finishing up when Bepa walked in.

“What do you want?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“Why did you bring that girl here? She is too young; she will be nothing but trouble.”

“What I do in my home and who I bring into it is my business, not yours. I suggest you keep your nose out of what I do, or I will send you back to Russia.”

He banged his fist on the top of his desk, making her jump.

“Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, turning around.

She walked over to the door and looked back at him before leaving.

“Mark my words, you are asking for trouble.”

He sat back in his chair and shook his head.

~Crazy old bat, I should have shipped you back a long time ago,~ he said to himself when she left the room.

Checking the time, he figured she would be done eating.

Getting to his feet, he went back to the dining room.

He found her just sitting there.

She looked up when she saw him and got to her feet.

“You did not have to sit here. You could have gone into the family room, and I would have found you.”

“That’s okay; I just finished eating.”

“Come, we will go shopping now.”