Page 13 of Bratva King's Secret Twins
I raise my hand again, watching the tremble in her thighs as she anticipates the next blow. This time more forceful, I strike Gwen's ass with a sharp crack. The heat from her skin sears my palm. I can't help but smile as I watch my smack leave a bright red mark.
“Blyad!” I cuss, rubbing my hand over her blossoming ass. She leans back into my touch, finding comfort in the small kindness I offer. “Now, Gwen, do you like being a naughty little kitty?”
A devilish smile crosses her lips, but she purrs, “No.”
I pinch her ass. “Liar.”
My hand descends once more; she cries out, her body arching with the strike. My lips graze the back of her neck, whispering, “You are mine, Gwen. No one else's. And I am the only one who gives you pleasure, isn’t that right?”
I watch as her spine straightens, her ass cheek still red from my latest spank. “Yes, Nik.”
“Good kitty,” I say, my voice low. “Now, let’s see about this aching pussy.” I pinch her throbbing clit.
Kneeling before her, I can't help but marvel at the sight of her glistening pussy, beckoning me. My fingers trace the outline of her swollen lips, and I feel her trembling, yet so driven by desire she is offering herself to me. “Look at my good little kitty offering herself to me.”
With my lips now in sight of her pussy, I dive in. I lash my tongue against her clit, causing her to cry out. My fingers join the dance, slowly entering her aching pussy.
She moans, her body bucking against my touch, as her fingers run through my hair, messing up the slick back hairstyle. My fingers graze against her barrier again, but this time when I pause and look up at her, she is staring at me, her eyes shining gold like she is the first stop to salvation, and I, a sinner, have come to worship at her altar.
“Make me yours, Nik,” she whispers. My entire world explodes. I can’t breathe with her looking at me like that and saying what she knows I want to hear.
I dive back into her pussy, and with a slight push, I break through her barrier. She gasps, her eyes widening with a mix of pain and pleasure, and her fingers pull sharply at the strands of my hair.
“I got you, Kotik,” I murmur against her folds as I lick her up, a mixture of honey and metallic. My skin feels on fire as I feast on her, and she swallows my fingers like I was always supposed to be inside of her.
Her hips buck against me, begging for more. I groan, feeling the rush of desire coursing through my veins, knowing that this is what I've been waiting for, the moment when our bodies become one. “That’s my girl.”
I pull her lips to mine, biting her bottom lip. She trembles and moans, but pulls away and mumbles against my lips, “It’s not fair. I am naked, but you’re still dressed.”
“My apologies,” I say as Gwen reaches for my suit jacket, her hands gliding over my shoulders as I shrug out of it. I waste no time with the rest of my clothing. Gwen's eyes roam over my body, licking her lips like a predator who just found its prey.
She should know by now that I am the apex predator. I scoop her up in my arms as she lets out a squeal.
“What are you doing?!” She giggles, twisting in my arms.
“Cleaning you up.” I grip her ass, holding her in place against me. “I told you I would show you the life you’ve always deserved, so I am going to give you a bath. Treat you like my little princess.”
Her cheeks flush to the delicious shade of red I love. Gwen mutters, “I’m more of a queen.”
I kiss the top of her forehead. “My apologies, my queen.”
I relish in the shiver that rips through her body and pull her in closer as I carry her to the bathroom.
Once we enter, I set her down on the black, marble toilet and I can run a hot bath. Gwen crosses her legs tightly and squirms as her juices run tacky down her thigh. She squirms, trying to hide her breast in her crossed arms and make herself smaller.
"You're absolutely beautiful like this, Gwen," I reassure her softly. "It's a sight I wish to witness every day. Do not hide yourself from me.”
She looks up at me, her eyes a stormy mix of embarrassment, desire, and vulnerability. I tug at her arm, urging her to stand up and step towards the bathtub. She reluctantly rises, the gentle curve of her hips and the swell of her bottom on display just for me. I push away the swelling feeling of my cock and focus on the small smile on her lips.
“You really want to see me everyday?” she whispers. Adjusting the water temperature, I take some of the lavender bath salts from the counter and sprinkle it into the water.
I get in first and offer Gwen my hand. My eyes glaze up her body, and I lick my lips. “Every second of every day.”
She takes it, face tinged with pink, and nestles her petite frame into my more built one. “You are such a flirt,” she sighs.
“Only with you, Kotik,” I mumble into her hair, inhaling the scent of cocoa butter and vanilla that seems to follow her everywhere.
We are back-to-chest, sitting in the tub. I take her thick curls and gather them to the side so I can mouth against her neck. The smell of her sweat slicked skin mixed with the lavender is intoxicating, and I kiss her there hard enough to bruise. My hands, previously limp against my side, run against the smooth expanse of her inner thighs and her breasts. She’s so perfect. She rivals even statues of Aphrodite in museums. So perfect and all mine. I take one of her pert nipples and roll it in between my thumb and forefinger.