THE GATEKEEPER

I give her a wicked grin. "Don't worry, I'll make it good, Kira." I cock my head. "Is that even your real name?"

She yanks against the knots like she just realized she might be in trouble. She stops when she sees my smile and lifts her chin. "Yes, it's my name." There's a note of challenge in her voice that makes me believe her.

"Let's just see." I pick up her purse from the dresser and root through to find her passport. Kira Koslova. She's from Moscow, same as I am. I lift my gaze to study her again. I search through the rest of her purse and wallet for anything revealing but find nothing.

I've given her long enough to miss me. To grow needy. I've reminded her who's in charge. That her pleasure comes at my whim.

It's time now to go back to my lovely captive.

I return to the bed where I grip her just above the knees so I can hold her open. I lower my head between her legs and start with a slow torture. A subtle delving of my tongue into her folds. Tracing around her clit. Around her entrance. Around her back hole.

She thrashes and pants. Her muscles squeeze and release. Her ass clenches and shivers. Her belly shudders in and out with each breath. I grow more aggressive, using the flat of my tongue to cover more area at once. I suck her labia, push the hood of her clitoris back to get my lips over the little nubbin.

She's sensitive. Responsive. Her panting breath turns to little mewls and cries. She yanks and tugs against my tie around her wrists. Her legs push against my grip. She lifts her core to my mouth. I penetrate her with my tongue. I replace it with one finger. Then another. I stroke her inner wall with my fingertips, slowly at first. As her breath grows louder and faster, I shove them in and out, fingerfucking her as I flick my tongue over and around her clit.

I lift my head to watch her face as I thrust into her with my fingers. Her pale skin is so translucent it shows her flush like bright red slaps, making the fairy's kiss on her cheek blend in.

I remove my fingers, loving her look of shocked disbelief that I would stop before she finished. I grip her pelvis and flip her to her belly, causing her to adjust her bound wrists to get comfortable. Her back is bowed now, her hair turning lighter now as it dries in a fine spray across her shoulders. She's slender but has muscular definition like she works out. I imagine she's stronger than she appears. Of course, she'd be no match for me. I'm twice her weight and a foot taller.

I slide my fingers over her juicy opening, rewarding her for the change of position. Stroking until she humps the bed, moaning plaintively for more. That's when I lift my hand and give her ass a hard slap.

She whirls and glares at me over her shoulder. I slap again-and again. I deliver a dozen blows, turning her ass the same pretty shade as her face.

Then I slide two fingers inside her as my thumb comes to rest on her back hole.

"Have you been fucked back here Valkiriya?" My voice is a low, deep growl. I hardly recognize it. I hardly recognize myself. I'm not usually so disrespectful with a woman. Not usually so aggressive and rough. Somehow, though, it feels right. Like she needs this. Like she deserves it-but as a reward -not a punishment.

"Don't." There's a note of warning in her voice. Forbidding. It makes my dick hard.

I won't. Of course, I wouldn't ever force a woman to do something she didn't want. But it makes me want to bring her to the place where she wants it. Where she begs me for it.

I lower my body over hers as I push my fingers into her sopping channel. "Nyet? How about here?" I rumble. "Can I fuck you here?"

"Yes." There's only a second's hesitation.

I try to tamp down the surge of satisfaction at her answer. "I'll use protection," I promise, in case that concern was on her mind. I reach for the bedside stand and grab a condom from the drawer there.

She rolls herself onto her back while I'm away, trying to regain some level of control, no doubt. I unwrap the condom and hold her gaze as I roll it on, watching her eyes darken. The rise and fall of her chest. Her breasts fall open to the sides. She has another red birthmark-a slightly larger one on her ribs. I kiss it first. Then the one on her cheek.

"Fairy's kisses," I say when I notice she's tensed. "I like them."

"Untie me," she murmurs, parting her legs for me.

"Not yet, moya malen'kaya valkiriya. You look too pretty like this."

I position myself between her legs and rub the head of my sheathed cock over her entrance. She's wet enough that I slide in easily enough. Her muscles clench around my dick, making me groan.

Her belly hollows and lifts. She watches me, dragging her lower lip through her teeth.

I brace one hand on the headboard and use the other to hold her in place for my thrusts. She rocks up to meet them, taking me deep. Sweet little sounds leave her lips. Uhns and ahs that grow louder as I work us both into a frenzy. "Do you like to be ridden hard, little Valkyrie?"

Her blonde brows lower. Nostrils flare. Her breath rasps in and out like she's running a race.

"Or is this the first time you've had it rough?"

I know I'm right when she throws her head back, arching those pretty tits toward the ceiling.

"Beautiful," I mutter. I drag my hand down her throat to squeeze her breast roughly then catch her shoulder before her head bumps into the headboard.

I untie her wrists because the moment for surrender is past. She's already well into it with me, as needy and desperate as I am. Not holding back.