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"Look at me, baby, that's right!
Look at me as you choke on it..."

- Sergey
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Chapter 37 - In Heels Only

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The expression in Sergey's eyes was one full of hunger and I found myself melting under his intense gaze anticipating the pleasure that was to come.

"Take the dress off, leave the heels on..." Sergey had instructed.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I quickly did as he commanded and stepped out of my light-grey halter dress. After folding it over one of the nearby chairs, with his index and middle fingers, Sergey silently commanded that I remove my underwear, which I did before standing naked in front of him with nothing but a pair of strappy silver heels.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he said before pulling me in for a heated kiss.

Our mouths attacked each other, desperate and hungry. Sergey tasted of wine and some of the sweet desserts that he had been eating and I hummed, enjoying the feel of his tongue sliding against mine.

Even though we had not touched since earlier that morning, those hours had felt like days and I silently wondered how I would be able to survive without him being around for the next two weeks.

Lifting me from under my thighs, he walked us over close to the balcony doors and sat down on the plush two-seater with me on his lap.

Feeling his erection between my thighs, I rubbed myself against the front of his trousers, wetting the fabric. At this, he growled against my mouth before biting my bottom lip. The sharp painful sensation mixing with the pleasure of his hands trailing over my skin had my body shuddering.

Needing to touch him, I began to hastily undo his black tie before helping him out of his black jacket, all the while our lips never parted.

My fingers fumbled as I undid the buttons of his grey shirt and I was grateful to note that he was not wearing an undershirt while I eagerly began to rub my palms along the ridged muscles of his lean torso.

Unfortunately, we needed to break for air and as Sergey gasped, he leaned his head back and inhaled deeply while I bent my own head forward to bite along the skin of his neck and chest.

"That's it, Nat, leave your mark on me..." Sergey groaned.

When I was satisfied with the few hickies I had created, I kissed my way down his body and repositioned myself on my knees before him. My mouth licked and kissed his abs while my hands reached for his zipper. With swift movements, I undid his pants and gave his thighs a gentle tug, wanting to get him into a better position.

Taking his erection into my hand, I smiled as Sergey moaned at my touch.

Lowering my mouth, I sighed as his precum coated my tongue. I always enjoyed the taste and smell of him and I wasted no time in pleasing him. Sergey's breathing began to get shallow as I moved my head up and down, my left hand trailing downwards to cup his balls.

There was nothing more addicting that his sounds of pleasure.

I ran my tongue along the underside of his thick length and I could feel his hands begin to tunnel through my hair, gripping tightly while moving in rhythm with me.

"That's my girl, take it..." Sergey growled as he slid in and out of my mouth.

With each thrust, he became less gentle, and I revelled in the way he used my mouth and throat. I could feel myself getting even more stimulated, my inner thighs slick with my arousal.

Keeping my attention on his face, I watched as he struggled to focus, his eyes flickering from my lips to my strappy heels.

One would think that I would have felt vulnerable being naked while Sergey was still mostly clothed. But nothing could be further from the truth.

In heels only, I felt like a goddess in front of him.

The attention he gave me was heady, addicting almost. Not to mention that the way his body responded to me inflated my ego.

I became drunk on the sight of him and he must have sensed my exhilaration, for his hand tightened almost painfully in my hair. It was obvious that he wanted to fuck my face, and so, after silently telling him to let loose, his movements intensified to the point where my eyes started to water.

"Ready?" Sergey whispered.

Not caring how I looked, I eagerly nodded, my mouth still full while my glistening eyes blinked up at him.

Groaning, he gave a rough thrust into my mouth, deliberately choking me as he hit the back of my throat repeatedly. I rejoiced in each powerful stroke and he barely gave me time to adjust before he pulled out and pushed back in again.

By no means was Sergey a small man. It was not an easy thing to take all of him and I loved that he did not take it easy on me, knowing that I would gladly take whatever he gave me.

Tugging on my hair, he said, "I wish you could see yourself; your make-up is absolutely ruined! God damn, you're so beautiful when you're like this!"

I could just imagine how I looked with mascara running down my face while my lipstick was smudged. From the way Sergey's pupils dilated, it was clear that he enjoyed making a mess of me and to be honest, so did I.

"You love this don't you? You love it when I fuck your mouth, yes?"

"Mmnn..." I mumbled, smiling around his length.

"You make me crazy..." Sergey confessed while barking out a laugh and I could hear the surprise and admiration in his voice.

The feel of one of his hands moving to grip the back of my neck had me whimpering. I needed him so bad that I physically ached and the throbbing between my legs intensified to the point where I felt that I could orgasm just from giving him pleasure.

"Look at me, baby, that's right! Look at me as you choke on it..."

Through my tears, I admired the man above me. Sergey was so gorgeous and I loved watching the way his head tipped back, as though he were in a trance.

That was all because of me!

I was the one who made him look this way and it gave me an intoxicating sort of feeling.

Before I knew what was happening, Sergey was pulling me off him and I pouted, already missing the sensation of having him in my mouth. Upon seeing my facial expression, he teased and told me to be patient as he stood and quickly toed off his shoes while removing the rest of his clothes.

Picking me up, he carried us over to the bed.

Sergey hovered over me and whispered, "Do you remember what I told you I wanted to do?"

Licking my lips, I nodded hastily.

I cried out as Sergey entered me, my body quickly doing its best to adjust to his length and girth. My nails raked along his back as he began to pound himself into me, and the delicious feeling caused my body to tremble uncontrollably.

After a few more deep strokes, he pulled out then moved his body down so that he could place his mouth at the apex of my thighs. Sergey licked and sucked at my clit with such a hunger that it only took a few swipes of his tongue before my back was arching as a powerful climax tore through me.

Moving back up, he settled himself between my legs once more and I watched the hair of his low beard glisten with my arousal.

"You are mine, Natasha, and I am yours. Say it!" Sergey growled then resumed fucking me.

I met him thrust for thrust and replied, "I'm yours!"

"That's right, mine!"

My inner muscles quivered around him, his declaration easily pushing me towards another climax. It was a statement that had me shaking with excitement as a feeling of euphoria washed over me.

To think that such a powerful and dangerous man, with his arrogant ways and twisted soul, was mine. I never thought that I would ever be able to find such a connection with another person, much less with the man of my dreams.

"Tell me again, Natasha... Who do you belong to, baby?" Sergey urged, his lips grazing mine.

"You..." I said, digging my nails into his firm ass.

I desperately wanted to tell him that I loved him, but I figured that I would let my body do the talking for me. After all, stating that we belonged to the other was a declaration in and for itself.

Every move he made was so rough yet gentle at the same time and I had to remind myself that these were the hands of a killer. One, who had professed to me that he would commit heinous acts of violence in my name.

All I had to do was ask.

The realisation of the power I wielded had my vision blurring but I did my best to keep my eyes focused on the man above me. I did not want to miss the various expressions that flickered across his handsome face.

With our gazes locked, Sergey groaned before slamming into me harder and faster, losing himself in me while I lost myself in him. It was like we were trying to leave a piece of ourselves within each other.

My breathing hitched as I stared at the look of pleasure on his face while also listening to the sounds he made with each thrust. Sergey let out a distinguishable grunt that went straight to my core. It was a sound that made me feel empowered, knowing that I had the ability to do this to him.

It was as he had said earlier, I made him crazy, causing him to lose control.

Even if he had not said the words, I knew that Sergey loved me in his own way and I hoped that he could tell that I felt the same. Biting my lips, I closed my eyes and my hands tightened against his backside while I did my best to brace against his body.

"Seryozha! Keep fucking me, please keep fucking me!" I begged.

"I won't ever stop, baby..."

His pace increased, rocking the entire bed, and the sound of our bodies crashing together echoed around the room. If someone were to walk outside the door, there would be no doubt as to what was going on in this room.

Raising himself up a bit. Sergey pulled my left leg over his shoulder.

I groaned as he began vigorously kissing along my calf, biting into my skin every so often. Keeping our eyes locked, it was so arousing to see his tongue snake out and lick over each spot that he bit before moving his mouth to suck on the crease behind my knee.

Shit! He was driving me crazy.

Tilting himself some more, he angled my hips in a way that allowed him to go even deeper than before and I cried out his name, wanting more.

It was such an overwhelming feeling to be joined to him, but I needed more.

I wanted to be sore, feeling him with every step I would take over the next few days. I craved the delightful discomfort, knowing that this would be the last time we would have such an opportunity until we saw each other in two weeks.

"Harder, I won't break..." I whispered raggedly.

"Fuck!" Sergey pulled out before hastily turning me over onto my hands and knees.

I cried out as he pushed back into me, his large hands tightly gripping onto my hips. From the way he held me, I just knew that he would leave a bruise and I moaned, looking forward to seeing his marks on my skin in the upcoming days.

With his left hand, he pulled my head back, turning it to the side so that he could give me a sloppy kiss before his mouth moved to trail wet kisses along the back of my neck.

Dropping myself back onto the bed, my own hands fisted into the sheets as Sergey pounded into me from behind. After a few moments, I felt him sliding his right hand down between my thighs.

"Sergey..."

"I've got you, baby..."

His fingers began to strum against my clit, making me see stars as my eyes closed and I screamed out his name. My orgasm was even more powerful than the first one and my entire body convulsed beneath him while he never once let up his movements.

By now, his pace had increased into one that was deliciously punishing. This was what I called getting well and truly fucked and I enjoyed every moment of it moaning out with each powerful thrust.

As his hips began jerking, I knew that Sergey was close and I was more than ready for him. The sound of him shouting out my name was like music to my ears while his entire body tensed up before I felt him release inside of me.

When he pulled out, I whimpered.

Sergey's soft breath dance across my shoulder as he said, "I love watching my cum leak out of you."

I moaned, feeling his fingers move lower to play with the wetness between my thighs. It was so naughty yet exhilarating as I turned my head to look at him, watching the way he seemed to be entranced with how his semen ran down my inner thigh.

With a smile, I teased, "Careful, one would think that you have a bit of a breeding kink..."

"I do, a breeding kink without the breeding. At least for the time being," he replied, his words causing my eyes to widen.

"For the time being," I murmured, repeating his last words.

As much as I could see myself having Sergey's child one day, I was nowhere near ready to be a mother. Shifting myself forward, I detangled my legs so that I could turn around to face him and as our eyes locked, I silently wondered if he understood the hidden meaning behind what he had just said.

Did Sergey realise what he was implying?

From the wink he just gave me, I assumed that he was very well aware of the insinuations of his statement. After all, Sergey was a man who never said anything he did not mean.

I had no doubt that he would be an amazing father and my heart fluttered in awareness that he thought about having a baby with me.

Naturally, my mind immediately began to overthink.

However, I did my best not to allow myself to get overwhelmed by my thoughts. Sergey and I had so many years ahead of us to discuss the direction in which we saw our relationship going. For now, I was more than happy with continuing to explore what we had, not to mention we still needed to tell everyone that we were even together.

After we cleaned ourselves up in the en-suite bathroom, we returned to the bed and laid down next to each other.

I sighed and nestled my head against Sergey's shoulder, kissing his chest softly while his fingers gently tunnelled through my hair. There was a large smile on my face as I enjoyed being held by him.

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A/N: Aww... 💖