The Master (17 page)

I rose up on my knees, shamelessly fondling my breasts. “I can’t take much more of this, Máxim.”

“Then, congratulations, your tongue enticed me to free you.” He removed his key, unlocking me with such carnal anticipation, I gasped. I might have been willing to suffer all these
hours again just to see that primal, masculine look. By the time he’d unstrapped me, I thrummed with need.

He lay back once more, his expression filled with intent. “Ride me.” The Russian looked very focused on what he was after.

I sighed with relief.
Happily.
But when I moved to straddle his cock, he said, “I can’t be inside you yet. You’re not to have more of my ‘vigorous’ fucking
until tonight.”

The doctor had told him that? So what was I supposed to ride?

He seized my hips and pulled me to straddle his face.

“Oh!”

He reached up to cover my breasts with his big hands, fingers pinching my sensitive nipples. “Show me where you ache.”

With a whimper, my hands dipped, and I spread my pussy above his mouth. This was part of my punishment for “deceiving” him?
Más, gracias.

Running his face against my thighs, he abraded me with his morning stubble. He moved my fingers, replacing them with his own.

He opened me wide. I felt his hungry gaze inside me. “You ache here?” He licked the rim of my entrance.

I almost went off. “Ah! Yes,
Ruso! Mmm!
” I moaned against the back of my hand.

“What about here?” His strong tongue snaked over my throbbing clitoris.

“
Oh—Dios—mío!
” I arched my back.

He paused, seeming to make a decision. Without warning, he suckled my clit between his lips.

My eyes flashed open in surprise, my lungs emptying on a scream. “Máxim! I’m coming!” In total abandon, I gripped his hair as he tugged at my bud, sucking me off. His
mouth was merciless. After a night of torture, I mindlessly writhed atop his face.

Over and over and over.

Once he’d wrung every moan from me, I tried to rise, but he held me fast and licked at my orgasm.

“No, let me go!” My thighs trembled around his head as he feasted. “Too much!”

He ignored my cries. As if he were in an agony of pleasure, his eyes closed, a growl sounding from his chest. Then he set in with a frenzy, forcing me toward another climax. A graze of his teeth
. . .

“Too much!” I clawed at the headboard, struggling to escape.

His brawny arms curled over my thighs and clamped me against him. Once he’d locked my pussy to his mouth, he stiffened his tongue—and fucked me with it.

“
Ahh!
” Helpless, I surrendered, settling my entrance over his mouth to take his hot tongue-fucking. His arms clenched my thighs too hard, as if he’d forgotten himself.
The idea that he couldn’t control his reaction to me only ratcheted up my need.

“You’re going to make me come again,
Ruso
. Can’t stop it.” Sensations inundated me. The rumble of his growl against my pussy. His forceful tongue breaching my core
over and over. The bite of his stubble against my vulnerable lips. “Make me come, make me . . . want it so
MUCH
!”

Even more powerful than the first, this climax overwhelmed me. I clasped his face as I melted against his tongue, grinding my flesh against it.

Once the tremors ebbed, I begged, “Please, Máxim, no more.
Por favor
.”

He released me. Boneless, I tumbled over to my side.

With heaving breaths, he rocked his hips, his rampant cock thrusting at air. “You wanted to watch me?” He took that veined shaft in his fist and began to masturbate it. Licking his
lips for my taste, he jacked himself, his biceps bulging, his heavy balls bouncing with each stroke.

I curled up next to him, my face on his torso for front-row viewing. I’d never seen a man masturbate to orgasm before.

As he neared the edge, his knees drew up. His torso muscles rippled under his sweat dampened skin. “Unless you want me . . . to come on you . . . slide your mouth over my
cockhead.”

I eased down and wrapped my lips around the crown. With my nails digging into his hips, I sucked while he pumped.

“Is my beautiful girl going to take every drop?” I moaned my assent.

“I’m going to empty my cum in you. Fill you in every way.” With his free hand, he palmed the back of my head, holding me steady for his release—as if he feared I’d
change my mind and get away.

Sounding out of his head, he bit out, “When you ground your sweet pussy against my mouth, my cock almost went off right then. You rode my fucking tongue, didn’t you, Katya? Just to
make me insane. You rode it till you came on it.”

I whimpered around the crown. Wanting to try something I’d read about, I straightened my tongue and dipped the tip into his slit. I tasted his pre-cum before it beaded.

“
AH!
You can’t even wait for it? You drive me fucking mad!” He thrust his shaft between my ravenous lips, against my busy tongue. He bellowed, “
Drink me,
Katya!
” He dug his heels into the mattress, his back bowing as he erupted. “
Take it . . . take it . . .
”

I drank his offering, consuming his cum as greedily as he’d licked mine. Again and again and again . . .

He grated Russian words as his shudders eased. When he pulled me away, my lips had so much suction, they made a
pop
sound.

“I never thought to hear that.” He gave a strained laugh as he dragged me up to his chest. “Never thought to possess a woman so greedy for my cock, I’d have to pry her
still-sucking mouth off me.”

Wrapping an arm around my neck, he trapped me to him. His other arm was over his face, his heart thundering against my ear.

Why would he admit to these things, those sexual things, if he was still angry with me? Maybe he couldn’t help himself. Or maybe we were easing back to where we’d been the night
before?

As soon as the thought occurred, he moved me off him. Leaving me in a tangle of sheets, he rose without looking back.

I was still sitting there in confusion when he returned, showered, shaved, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed feeding you your dinner and breakfast—straight from the tap—you need to eat actual food.”

I shot him a glare. “And now you turn back into a dick. It’s all pumpkins and carriages with you,
Ruso
. What will it take to convince you I didn’t set out to deceive
you? I’m not interested in having a kid, not yours or anyone else’s—not for years and years. Maybe if I live to be your age, I’ll consider it then.”

“So the exact timing was coincidence?”

“
You
called
me
, forcing me to come over!”

“And you took advantage of my weakness! I know I’m only one client among many. Your night with me was merely one in a stream of them. But you’d have me believe you were so
careless? When this is your livelihood?”

I wanted to scream that it wasn’t. Yet hadn’t I accepted two paid dates with him? “And it’s your life! The day I have a child with someone like you . . .” I trailed
off. “That day will
never
come. The problem with all your wealth, Sevastyan, is that
you
come with it.”

“Sell that somewhere else. I’m a rich, good-looking male in my prime. You’re already addicted to my cock.”

“Maybe I am. That doesn’t mean I want to be tied to you for the rest of my life.” My temper was close to redlining. “And why would you want to be anywhere near a woman
you think so badly of? You’re accusing me of using a baby—a
baby
—as a payday.”

“Maybe I deserve a woman as deceitful as I am scarred. Maybe I’ll keep you indefinitely. You’ll be my sub, and I’ll be your master. At least until I’m done with
you.”

“
En tus sueños
, you paranoid prick!” In your dreams!

He made a grated sound of irritation. “Do you think I want to be so paranoid? So jaded?” His voice rose with every word, until he was almost yelling. “Do you know how bloody
frustrating it is knowing everyone wants something of me? And I can trust no one?”

“
En serio?
Everybody wants something from everybody else!” I yelled back. “That’s how the world works! Do you think you’re unique in not trusting?
I—trust—no—one! You poor little rich boy, you don’t have more problems because you’re rich—you just have different ones!”

“What problems do you have to equal mine? You’re young and beautiful. You suck and fuck for a living. Do you strain yourself picking out what nail polish to wear on your
dates?”

“You have no idea!
No tiene idea!
”

“Tell me!”

Muzzle it, Cat!
“You don’t get my secrets! You don’t deserve anything from me—much less a child!”

“No? Then all I know about you is that you decided to solve whatever problems you
think
you have—by selling your body. Bravo. Great idea.”

My jaw slackened. “
Hipócrita!
You’re going to give me shit about being an escort, when you’ve kept the entire industry afloat with your dick? Baby boy, do I need
to teach you the law of supply and
demand
?”

“I know I’m a man with vices, but you’re young enough . . .” He scrubbed his palm over his face. “You could have gotten another job. You could have applied for
scholarships or loans, gone to school. America is the bloody land of student loans! If you needed money, you could have borrowed from a relative or a friend until you’d saved up. Anything
other than sell yourself!”

“Amazing. You think you’ve got me all figured out.”

“How many men have known your body? A hundred? Two hundred? A thousand? There had to have been an alternative.”

I feigned a look of surprise. “Why, I never explored alternatives to hooking!” Resuming my glare, I demanded, “Where is this coming from? It’s not like I sprang this on
you.”

“No, you sprang a paternity play on me!”

“I know why you’re keeping me here, and it has nothing to do with entrapment. How fortunate for you that you could cook up this accusation. You’d do anything to have me here
for your pleasure.
Specifically
me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You hired escorts and had your script because you didn’t want to touch another. You don’t use a crop on women because you were whipped; you do it to
avoid touching
them
.” That muscle ticked in his jaw. Bingo. “Yet then I came along, climbing all over your body, and you could tolerate it. Even
liked
it. I’m unique to you. Something
about me has your cock pointed due north. No wonder you want me more than I want you—I do things for you that no one else can.”

He crossed to me, clamping my nape with his hand. The feverish look in his eyes should’ve unnerved me.

Yet I never felt threatened for an instant. “Do you deny that,
Ruso
?”

“I don’t. I knew I was fucked from the moment I first got close to you.” He tightened his grip on me. “I saw you had freckles on your nose and your eyes were the color of
new pennies. You smelled like pleasure itself.”

I exhaled a breath.

He dropped his hand. “So I’ll keep you as I please, until I can shake this.” Because of course he
would
shake it. “If you think you have me by the balls,
you’re mistaken.”

In the haughtiest voice I could manage, I said, “I’ve got a monopoly
on me
—I control the supply of something you demand. So actually, I do have you by the balls! Oh,
querido
, the weight of them in my palm is making my hand tired.”

“I
will
be done with you,” Sevastyan vowed. “Just give it time.”

A
fter our fight, I turned up the radio on the deck and hit the pool in my bathing suit—or rather, my thong.

I’d found it in a little hotel bag, freshly laundered. The silk had a solid front on it and could pass for a bathing-suit bottom. No top? I’d pretend I was European.

For over an hour, I swam laps. Without my daily grind of running, scrubbing floors, and sprinting for buses across town, I had way too much energy.

Plus rule number four—I couldn’t allow myself to get soft. Rebooting in a new city was always tough. I’d be ready.

Unfortunately, I was still turned on, which meant that my nipples were hard. Without a bathing-suit top, water streamed over them, making me even hornier and more keyed up. A vicious cycle.

“Keeping your figure for all your sugar daddies,” Sevastyan observed as he strolled onto the pool deck. He wore a crisp charcoal-gray suit and an expression that said:
I command
all I survey.
“Admirable.” He turned down the stereo volume with the waterproof remote.

“Who knows when you’ll be done with me?” I treaded water. “You might toss me back to my daddies this very day, into their frenzied, pawing clutches.”

His jaw clenched, that muscle ticking. Jealous,
Ruso
? “I’m leaving, won’t be back until after dinner.”

“What am I supposed to do all day?”

“Contemplate the many things I could’ve done for your punishment.”