The Russian Reborn, Page 2

  I hear the slippery sound of Thane applying the lubricant to his shaft and look up as he positions himself behind shade, placing his hands on her firm buttocks.

  “Look Rytsar in the eye as I slide my cock into you.”

  She whimpers in excitement, lifting her ass to him.

  Thane has the look of raw desire as he grasps his rock-hard shaft and presses it against her resistant hole. “Take all of me.” His command is a low, husky growl as he slowly pushes the head of his cock into her tight ass.

  I watch the expression on both their faces the moment his shaft breaches her opening. She has a look of carnal satisfaction as his thick cock begins to fill her. At the same time, Thane’s eyes are closed as he concentrates on every centimeter of her tight embrace as he penetrates her.

  I remember my first time with anal. The ecstasy of having your cock squeezed as you push in and pull out is like nothing else.

  Thane is experiencing that now and, by the sounds of his low groans, he’s enjoying it too much and is struggling to control his climax as he experiences all those overwhelming sensations. I’m not surprised when he pulls out to give himself a few seconds to recover. He slaps her ass again as he pushes his cock back into her.

  I groan and feel the rush of wetness around my fingers as both vixen and indigo respond to the scene. That’s when luna kicks it up a notch, wrapping her warm lips around my cock.

  I hold my breath as I take in the multiple sensations—the erotic feel of their wet pussies, the warmth and suction of luna’s mouth, and the kinky vision of Thane fucking shade in the ass.

  Thane changes the angle of his strokes and begins to thrust deeper. She responds with screams of pleasure just before she comes.

  I almost climax just watching her.

  Not wanting to orgasm alone, I command vixen and indigo to come as I stroke their swollen clits with my thumbs.

  Indigo is the first to reach climax, followed a few seconds later by vixen. Feeling the rhythmic pulses of their orgasms, my balls tighten as the ache builds to unbearable levels. I push my cock deep into luna’s throat and let out a roar of satisfaction as I come.

  In this moment, I am fully male.

  As I feed luna the last of my seed, I hear the telltale sounds of Thane’s impending orgasm as he starts panting in low, grunting gasps, and I smile to myself. From my vantage point, I can see the skin of shade’s ass rippling from the impact of each hard thrust. Thane isn’t holding back and, by the look of pure rapture on shade’s face, it’s exactly what she needs.

  Both cry out with animalistic screams of passion when he grabs her hips and forcefully delivers his come deep in her ass.

  Afterward, he pulls out slowly and gathers shade into his arms, speaking softly in her ear. She nods as he speaks, and I’m left wondering what it is he is saying to her.

  Thane always seeks interactions with his subs after a scene. It is not something I’ve seen my father ever do and was not common in the circle of sadists I ran with in Russia, but I find it intriguing.

  Instead of whispering in luna’s ear, I pull her beside me and open her legs wide. She’s just given me an expert blow job without coming, and I want to reward her efforts. Telling the other two to play with her tits, I bring luna to climax with my tongue.

  Most men have no idea how to pleasure multiple women at once, but that has never been an issue for me. I am conscious of each one, and know what I need from them and what they need from me.

  Even though eating her turns me on, feeling her intense come against my mouth really stirs my libido, making my cock rigid again.

  Wiping her wetness from my lips, I nod to Thane. “Comrade, get me my ’nines, which you so rudely threw to the floor in your need to fuck.”

  He chuckles, giving shade a kiss on the cheek before getting up to retrieve my whip. In the process of finding it, he picks up several pairs of nipple clamps. “I’ll entertain the others while you caress that one with your cat o’ nines.”

  “I like the way you think…”

  After hours of play, Thane and I leave the girls sore and satiated.

  I notice on the drive back that he has a grin that won’t go away.

  “So you enjoyed anal, comrade?”

  His smile grows. “That is an understatement.”

  “Don’t you feel foolish for waiting so long?”

  Thane chuckles. “It was certainly an oversight on my part.”

  I nod. “I was worried for a moment. Had you passed up the opportunity, I would have had to call our friendship off.”

  He laughs. “Why?”

  “A man afraid to experience the pleasure of a tight ass is no friend of mine.”

  He shakes his head, chuckling. “You’re very strange, Durov.”

  “Strange, but right.”

  I’m glad to see Thane acting more like himself and comment, “A good session certainly helps to put things in perspective, doesn’t it?”

  He gives me a sideways glance. “How do you mean?”

  “After a satisfying scene, everything else comes into focus. Do you not feel more relaxed and in control of your life?”

  He smiles. “I do.”

  “That is the power of BDSM. It takes the physical and mixes it with the spiritual so there is internal balance.”

  Thane nods, looking out the window. “You may be right.”

  When I arrive at his dorm building, I park the car without getting out.

  “You’ve got other plans?” he asks.

  “Da. I have a date with vodka and my countrymen.”

  “Want me to join you?”

  I laugh, knowing he would be the first to pass out, and I do not want my Russian friends shaving his eyebrows or leaving Thane naked in a public place. “Best you do not, comrade.”

  He shrugs. “Good, I don’t care for hangovers anyway.” Thane then slaps me on the back. “So, go forth and annihilate your fellow Russians.”

  I grin, stating with confidence, “They stand no chance against me.”

  Colliding Forces

  After a successful night of partying with my fellow Russians, I stagger back to my dorm. The next thing I know, I’m waking up on the ground, outside the dorm building with Anderson and Samantha looking down at me.

  “You all right there, buddy?”

  I smile, feeling completely at home in my inebriated state.

  “Looks like someone did a little too much celebrating,” Anderson comments as he grabs my hand and helps me to my feet.

  Samantha takes hold of my other arm for support.

  She smells nice.

  They help me into my building, and Anderson presses the button for the elevator. While we wait, I turn my head and smirk at Samantha. “Well, hello, beautiful.”

  “Hey, my drunken Russian.”

  I grin, riding the high of the alcohol in my bloodstream and my intense attraction to the girl.

  When the doors open, Samantha states, “I can take it from here.”

  “Are you sure?” Anderson asks.

  “Absolutely.”

  With my arm wrapped tightly around Samantha, I stare at my friend Anderson, smirking at the guy as the elevator doors close between us.

  As it rises, I momentarily lose my balance, my head still swimming from the excessive amount of vodka I’ve consumed.

  Samantha steadies me, chuckling under her breath.

  Feeling as if everything is in slow motion, I turn my head toward her and ask, “Did you have a good time with him tonight?”

  “It was very vanilla, but still fun.” She looks at me with an amused expression on her face. “Why? Are you jealous?”

  “Nyet.”

  Her red lips curl into a captivating smile. “Are you sure?”

  I snort, before grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her possessively.

  When the elevator suddenly jolts to a stop at my floor, it unbalances me again and I stumble on my way out of it.

  “How much have you had to drink?”

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sp; I grin, stating proudly, “I was the last man standing tonight.”

  She shakes her head, laughing. “Considering you were drinking with your fellow Russians, that says a lot.”

  “Da. No one outdrinks a Durov.” I attempt to get my key to fit in the damn keyhole, but fail several times.

  Samantha takes my key and unlocks the door, guiding me inside. “Wow, you have quite the setup here. My dorm room looks paltry by comparison.”

  “Only the best for a Durov,” I joke, as I stumble to my bed and lay down on it.

  Looking up at her, I pat the area beside me.

  She purses those kissable lips. “I really don’t think I should stay.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s after hours and I’m not allowed here.”

  “Everyone is out partying. Who is going to stop you?”

  She smiles as she steps nearer to the bed. “You have a convincing argument.”

  “Of course I do…”

  When she sits down beside me, the fog of alcohol suddenly dissipates, as if I haven’t spent an entire evening drinking everyone under the table.

  Her presence seems to have an unusual effect on me, and I now find myself in serious need of her pussy.

  I lean against her, pushing her down on the bed, and begin ravaging her mouth. Her long fingernails scratch my back through the material of my shirt as she responds to my need.

  “Lose the shirt,” she growls hungrily.

  “Only if you lose yours,” I counter.

  The two of us can’t be near each other without wanting to fuck, but we must always dance around the power exchange between us—each of us wanting to dominate the other.

  She huffs in irritation, used to getting her own way with men. “I can’t believe I’ve fallen for a dominant male…” she mutters.

  Samantha has submitted to me only a couple of times. Being a Dominant herself makes it a tricky business for us.

  Whenever she requests taking on the submissive role, I must plan the scene out carefully.

  It has proven a worthy challenge, and we both find it rewarding on those rare occasions when she dabbles in her submissive side. For Samantha, it’s a chance to visit with another aspect of herself, while I get to enjoy the thrill of mastering a fellow Dominant.

  It’s a win-win for both of us, but I have to take extreme care not to damage the powerful dynamic between us. I have to break down her need for control during our scene while still respecting her dominant nature. Not many men can handle such a difficult challenge, but I find it exhilarating.

  Watching her come multiple times under my skillful and calculated guidance is a high I can’t match.

  Outside of those exchanges, however, we fight for control as we ravage each other’s bodies. There have been times when she has drawn blood with her fingernails, and I have left bruises on her skin from multiple bite marks.

  Tonight is no different.

  We rip off our shirts and she loses her bra, before we go for each other, pressing naked skin against naked skin.

  When I feel her nails raking my skin, I immediately go for her throat, biting until she stops and relaxes in my embrace.

  I pull away to admire the deep indents my teeth have left on her white skin while, at the same time, I savor the sting of her scratches on my back.

  I hunger for Samantha, needing to thrust my cock deep into her wet pussy, but she is playing hard to get—as she always does.

  Biting my bottom lip, she pulls away intentionally causing pain. “Not so fast, big boy. This woman needs a drink.” She looks around my dorm room curiously, asking, “Got anything besides vodka?”

  I tilt my head, wondering why she would want anything else. “Yes. In my cabinet. I have a stash for my friends who have no taste.”

  She laughs as she walks over to the cabinet and opens it wide. “Look at all the toys you have…”

  I glance proudly at the fine selection of quality BDSM tools. “I like to be prepared for any occasion.”

  “Umm …” She looks them over with admiration. “But, where’s the liquor?”

  “Look for a tiny button on the upper right-hand corner.”

  When she finds it, it causes the back to slide down, revealing a stock of various liquors. She purrs in satisfaction before crying out, “You have Gran Platinum.”

  “I was told Patron is an excellent tequila.”

  “You haven’t even tried it?”

  “Why would I? It’s not vodka.”

  She grabs the bottle and a couple of shot glasses. “You haven’t lived until you’ve had Platinum. My dad used to let me take sips from his glass when my mom wasn’t looking.”

  Samantha unceremoniously breaks the seal on the bottle and pours two shots.

  I chuckle when she hands it to me.

  “What?” she asks, crinkling her nose in a girlish manner.

  I answer, “Nothing,” as my gaze drifting down to her beautiful tits.

  Samantha nods to me before taking her shot, making a purr of delight as she swallows it.

  I follow suit, noting the unique burn of the Mexican liquor.

  “What do you think?” She seems to have a vested interest.

  “It’s…different.”

  “That’s all you have to say?” she protests. “This is the smoothest tequila ever made and all you have to say is that it’s different? You didn’t give it enough of a chance.” She pours another shot, thrusting the glass at me.

  I down the second shot, still not enamored with the tequila. However, I’m amused by the intense way she’s staring at me. “Well?”

  Not wanting to ruin a perfectly good evening with my honest answer, I say, “It’s a smooth tequila.”

  “Right?” she cries enthusiastically, reaching out to pour me another.

  But I hold onto my shot glass. “I’ve had enough.”

  When she frowns in disappointment, I remind her, “I did just drink my classmates under the table tonight, remember?”

  “Fine.” She pouts. “Then I’ll drink alone, Mr. Durov.”

  I reach out and pull her onto my lap, bottle and all. “I like a woman who can handle her alcohol.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “You do, do you?” Tipping the bottle up with both hands, she drinks directly from it, letting the clear liquid dibble from her lips down to the valley between her breasts.

  Wiping her luscious mouth afterward, she turns back to me. “You’ve never been around me when I drink tequila, have you?”

  “Nyet. I have not.” The daring look in her eyes amuses me.

  The pupils of her eyes widen as she proclaims, “I can get a little crazy on the stuff.”

  It sounds intriguing, and I command huskily, “Lean forward and let me taste that tequila again.” Smashing my face between her breasts, I lick the tangy liquor directly from her skin.

  Samantha moans like a cat in heat, dragging her nails down my back.

  I respond by kissing her roughly, penetrating her mouth with my tongue. I’m so lost in the taste of her that I don’t notice my head has begun spinning again. The tequila is interacting with the vast amounts of vodka already in my bloodstream.

  I pull back, momentarily disoriented, and attempt to shake off the dizziness.

  Samantha takes the opportunity to grab my wrists, forcing them above my head as she presses my body down on the bed.

  Staring down at me, she purrs, “Damn, you do look good like this…”

  The blood starts pounding in my ears as the room spins at an even faster pace just before I pass out again.

  I open my eyes when I feel someone patting my cheek.

  “There we are, big boy…” Samantha murmurs seductively. “You can’t go falling asleep on me like that.”

  I try to sit up and suddenly become aware that I am not only completely naked, but my wrists have also been tied to the headboard.

  My heart pounds as I pull against the ropes that bind me. I glare at her. “Nyet!”

  She runs a red finger
nail down my chest, smiling. “Yes, Rytsar Durov. Tonight, you are finally going to submit to me.”

  I struggle against the ropes, but the alcohol coursing through my bloodstream makes my movements sluggish and ineffective.

  “That’s right, Rytsar…” she purrs. “I am going to introduce you to your submissive side.”

  I don’t have a damn submissive side to me. Everything within my soul fights against the idea. “Samantha, this is a hard limit. I cannot submit to you.”

  “You say that now…” She lets out a light laugh, picking up her glass and downing another shot of tequila.

  I find it difficult to swallow, realizing she is not listening to me. “Samantha,” I say in a sterner voice, “you do not have my consent. I refuse to submit.”

  “Oh, I’m not asking your permission, big boy,” she answers, laughing with a seductive tone. “I demand your submission.”

  I shake my head, but then close my eyes when the room starts spinning again.

  Completely ignoring my inebriated state, she informs me, “Although you have so many fun toys to play with, I’ve got one I just purchased that I want to try.”

  I feel the bed move as she leans in close, kissing me on the cheek. “Don’t move,” she teases as she stands up.

  I open one eye and watch as she disappears out the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, I give into the spinning room and drift off into oblivion.

  I reawaken to the tight grasp of a hand on my cock. I groan in pleasure, thinking it’s a dream.

  “I thought that would wake you.”

  Opening both eyes, I’m surprised to find Samantha sitting on my bed, stroking my hard cock with both hands.

  “What are you doing here?” I croak, too drunk to remember what’s happened.

  “You may address me as Mistress,” she replies in a commanding tone.

  Mistress?

  A cold chill courses through my body as my memory slowly returns. I look down to see my ankles are now bound.

  “Untie me!”

  She answers my command with a cool smile.

  Needing Samantha to understand she’s crossing a serious line, I tell her, “I’m calling my safeword—Red. Do you hear me? R.E.D. I cannot be any clearer with you. Stop this now.” Looking up at my bound wrists, I order, “Unbind me, Samantha.”