Page 77 of The Brigadier

I was right, his growls intensifying as much as the brutal crack of his hand. When he kneaded my bottom, I was thrown by the extensive level of heat.

My bottom burned, my mind spinning. This was very naughty.

Maybe he’d read my thoughts, another volley of savage cracks of his hand so forceful that my body swung on the makeshift bondage holder.

“Oh, you mean man.” Of course I was wet and hot, my pussy throbbing. Beads of perspiration had already formed over my top lip, my panting more the cause than hot water.

Or the thought of hot sex.

“Mmm… I can smell the scent of your arousal. Delicious.”

Every time he spoke, a series of vibrations skittered through my system. It was a beautiful, transcendent moment.

As soon as the savage round of discipline had begun, it was over.

But he wasn’t finished with me yet.

Nikolay gripped both my hips, pulling me as far away from the shower wall as the harsh binding would allow. He would never be the kind of man to wait for anything, his patience level matching mine. As he thrust his cock inside, he yanked me onto my toes, both of us issuing strangled moans.

Every time he fucked me, the experience felt entirely different. This time was about possession, ownership. I closed my eyes as he pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again.

Between the heated water, the building steam, and the powerful passion from before, I could tell I was becoming exhausted. But that wasn’t going to stop him.

Four deep plunges later, three cracks of his hand against my aching bottom and he pulled all the way out.

I could read the man’s mind. There was no doubt what he was going to do.

As he slipped his cockhead into my dark channel, it was impossible not to tense.

“Relax, baby girl.” He nipped my right earlobe, even sliding his tongue into the shell of my ear as he pushed several more inches inside.

The pain was not nearly as biting as the first time, my muscles relaxing quickly. It was as if I was accepting his full domination.

How could any intimacy or passion be better than this?

When he was fully seated inside, his body was shaking almost as much as mine.

“Polnoye sovershenstvo.”

I did so love when he spoke Russian. “What does that mean?”

He nipped my shoulder before answering. “Utter perfection.”

I doubted I was perfect but when a hot man called you that, you didn’t argue. We were both shivering but from wild white-hot heat, the electricity enough to light up a city.

Nikolay wasn’t backing down, fucking me like a wild animal. It was joyous.

We were also both sweating, salty beads falling into my eyes. I had no chance of wiping them off, merely tipping my head so warm water could do it for me.

The sounds inside the dense space were marvelous, animalistic and guttural at the same time. I could easily fall into a hypnotized state.

But I sensed he wasn’t going to allow it, shifting one hand around my hip and toying with my clit. He knew exactly what he was doing and within seconds, I was even more aroused, unable to stop a climax from exploding deep inside of me.

He took that opportunity or maybe he’d lost control, slamming into me three more times before filling my asshole with his seed.

After slowing his actions, he wrapped his arms around me and I felt completely satisfied, utterly relaxed, and…

Shit. I wasn’t ready to admit it, even to myself, but there was no doubt I’d fallen in love.