Page 100 of Bratva Menace

She threw the dagger away and dropped to her knees right between my legs. Her hot mouth closed around the head of my cock, and I jolted at the contact, a burst of pleasure shooting up my body.

“Fucking hell,” I blew out, a feeling of pure ecstasy coursing through me. My eyes were glued to the mirror, watching her as she swallowed me down. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. Installing a mirror on the ceiling? Fucking genius.

It ended far too quickly, but I wasn’t complaining because she got to her feet, eyes burning, and I just knew I was going to get well and truly fucked.

Man, being submissive is awesome.

She retrieved a condom from the side table next to the bed and returned quickly. My body strained to be closer to her, and for the first time since she’d strapped me down, I tried to move, stretching toward her.

The wicked smirk on her face told me she saw it and enjoyed it. Enjoyed the desperation I had for her. “Are you ready to be used, baby?”

My hips thrusted forward in anticipation, completely out of my control. “Yes.” God fucking yes. “I’m yours to use, Huntress.”

She knelt, knees on either side of my waist, and hovered over me, just outside of reach.

It was complete fucking torture.

“Are you sure you’ve never submitted to anyone before? Because you do it so fucking well.”

Her praise washed through me, a sense of warmth and light blooming in my stomach. “I’m just naturally good at everything I do.”

“So humble,” she chuckled. Lyla ripped the condom open with her mouth. “I’m going to use you like my own personal sex toy now, baby. And you’re going to sit there and take it, aren’t you?”

My head was fucking swimming. I had to remind myself that she liked it when I spoke. “Yes,” I panted.

Sexy smirk still in place, she unclipped the leash and freed my head to move. I looked down at her body. Her tits, tight and perky, were right at eye level. My mouth watered, desperation filling my bones.

Slowly, sensually, she rolled the condom down my cock.

Lyla grabbed my chin in a rough and punishing grip. “Look up, baby. Eyes on the mirror. Watch me fucking own you.” Then, she dropped herself down on me.

Pleasure shot up my spine. “Fuck!” I yelled, my body arching upward. The bite of the cuffs around my wrists and ankles only heightened the pleasure, the feel of everything.

“Yesssss,” Lyla dragged out, her hands moving up to tangle in her hair. “Yes, baby. Yes.”

Her pussy was hot and tight. Sensational. I watched her in the ceiling above me, my gaze locked on the way she moved, the curve of her spine, her hips, fucking everything.

The image of me, spread out before her, cuffed, tied down, her black collar around my neck, and her riding the absolute fuck out of me would be forever seared into my brain. Would be the only thing I thought about anytime I self-pleasured from then until the day I fucking died.

“Lyla,” I moaned, my body jostling every time she dropped down on me. “You feel amazing. Fucking hell.”

Her pace increased, her breathing fastening as she chased her pleasure. As she used me. Her hands came up the side of my face and pulled me toward her. My lips sealed around her nipple.

“Suck hard, baby. Suck, suck, suck,” she chanted, and I did as she commanded. Lyla’s back arched, pushing her breast so far into my mouth it was almost suffocating, and I fucking loved it.

“I’m not going to last long.” Her hips swirled, and she changed momentum, going from up and down to back and forth. The sudden change sent a burst of pleasure shooting up my cock. “Blyad, fuck.”

Her tit fell out of my mouth with a wet plop. “Keep speaking Russian to me, baby. Keep going. God, don’t stop.”

“Ty byla sozdana, chtoby napolnit’ menya. Sozdana, chtoby udovletvorit’ menya. Sozdana, chtoby byt’ moya,” You were made to fill me. Made to please me. Made to be mine, she groaned.

I couldn’t deny her words even if I wanted to. Lyla was right. I was hers. She was mine. We were perfect for each other. Made for each other.

Lyla fucked and fucked and fucked, mumbling incoherent words in Russian, filled with pleasure. I expected her to slow down, to become exhausted from all the work she was putting in. But she just kept going, and I knew my release was torpedoing to the surface. I was dying to touch her, to grab her hips and slam her down on my cock. But I also loved being totally and completely at her mercy like that. Who knew being restrained could be so much fucking fun?

That telltale tingle in my balls made me shiver. I was going to come. My eyes darted up to the mirror. I wanted that image of me tied down and taking her fucking in my head when I⁠—

“Lyla!” My body locked. A powerful, mind-numbing orgasm ripped through me, and I could feel every shot of cum jerk out of my cock.