Dimitri (20 page)

She didn't even hesitate. Glancing back at him,
she grinned with excitement. "Green."

Chapter
Eleven

My tummy fluttered wildly as I stared at the
black swing dangling in Dimitri's closet. A quiver of fear struck
me but my curiosity was stronger. I'd read enough steamy romances
to have an idea of how these worked. It always seemed like
something that I would only be able to fantasize about, but like
Dimitri's restraints our first night together, this was another
fantasy about to come true for me.

He caressed my breasts and nibbled my earlobe.
"What are you thinking, sweetheart?"

I loved the way he called me pet names.
Smiling, I confessed, "I was thinking that you're making all these
wicked fantasies I never spoke aloud to anyone come
true."

"That reminds me," he said quietly. "I still
need to poke through your bookshelves to see these dirty books
you've been reading. I could use some inspiration."

Giggling, I melted into his warm embrace.
Dimitri's hot, hard body felt so damn good pressed up against me.
Lust began to overwhelm me. Before I became dizzy with need, I
asked, "Is this thing safe?"

He snorted and kissed my neck. "I made sure to
reinforce the spot in the ceiling where it's attached. I also
tested it myself. If it will hold me while I'm bouncing up and
down, it will definitely hold you."

My concerns allayed, I asked, "So, like, how do
I get onto it?"

"Like this," he said and swept me up in his
arms. Gathered to his muscled chest, I relished his strength. There
was something so intoxicating about Dimitri and this primal male
side of him.

I tensed as he placed me on the scoop-shaped
seat. Because I was so petite, it cradled me rather nicely. I
relaxed as my fear of falling faded. A little flinch of panic
gripped me at the sight of the cuffs dangling near my head and the
stirrups with cuffs down below. Being trussed up in this sex swing
would be quite a different experience than being restrained to his
bed—but I couldn't wait to get started.

Dimitri, on the other hand, seemed happy to
draw things out and leave me quaking with anticipation. He crossed
to his bed and retrieved the supplies he'd set out there. Condoms,
a hand towel, lubricant…and two things I couldn't quite see before
he swept them up into his hand.

Eyes narrowed with suspicion, I gripped the
cold chains supporting the swing and asked, "What do you have in
your hand?"

"What? These?" He flashed me a smile and the
contents of his closed fist so quickly I didn't see it all.
"They're just some things I picked up this afternoon."

I gulped nervously. "What kinds of
things?"

"Patience, sweetheart." He placed his armload
of supplies on top of his dresser so they were within easy reach.
"Before I show you what I bought today, I want you to understand
that I'm more than happy to tuck them away in a drawer for some
later date. If the swing is all you want tonight, that's fine.
We're in no rush, Benny."

I pulled my upper lip between my teeth and
tried to still my racing heart. When he finally opened his hand, I
nearly had a heart attack. The slim, short anal plug was simple to
identify. Even though I'd never used one, I'd seen them online. A
few times I'd been curious enough to surf sex toys on the internet
but I'd never been brave enough to buy them.

The set of silver clamps connected to chains
gave me pause. I knew what nipple clamps were, of course, but I
counted four clamps and a strange clip attached to the long, thin
chains. Where did all of those go?

He must have read the confusion on
my face. Stepping close to the swing, Dimitri tucked my feet into
their stirrups. With my thighs now wide open, he brushed his
knuckles down the seam of my exposed pussy. "Two of these clamps go
on your nipples. Two of them go
here
." He traced the lips of my sex.
"This clip?" He delicately parted the petals of my sex to reveal my
throbbing clit and gently rolled the swollen bud between his
fingers. "It goes right here."

"What?" I squeezed my knees together in a
flash, trapping his hand. "I don't think so!"

Dimitri chuckled. "Benny, it won't hurt. It
will feel very, very good."

"And you know this because you have a
clitoris?"

He granted me that one with an amused smile.
"Fair enough."

An irritating thought popped into my head.
"Have you used clamps on your other girlfriends?"

"Yes."

Jealousy burned through me. Suddenly gripped by
the need to be just as cool as those girls, I lifted my chin.
"Okay. I'll try them."

Dimitri tilted his head. "Benny, are you
jealous?"

"No."

He tossed the clamps onto the dresser and
slipped arm between my back and the swing. Pulling me up into a
sitting position, he threaded his fingers through my hair and gazed
deeply into my eyes. "Benny, I'm only going to say this once so
listen carefully. Whatever I had with other women in my past, it
means nothing to me now. You? This thing we share? It's eclipsed
everything."

Seared by his intense gaze, I gulped and
nodded. Hearing him say that demolished whatever bits of jealousy
remained within me. He viewed me in the same way I viewed him. No
other man could ever compare to Dimitri and he believed no other
woman would compare to me. The heady realization filled me with
such happiness I had to fight back tears.

After a sensual kiss that made my toes curl and
my pussy ache, I drew my initials on his naked chest. Lifting my
playful gaze to his, I murmured, "I want to try the clamps but not
the other one. Not tonight, at least."

My decision made, I relaxed into the swing's
embrace. Dimitri continued to tease me with his kisses and his
masterful hands. His callused palms rode the curves of my body
while his lips dotted my bare skin. He stroked and caressed,
stoking the passionate fires within me until I felt sure they'd
consume me.

When he sucked my nipples between his supple
lips, I moaned and arched my back. The sharp, swift tugs drew the
puckered points to tight peaks. He reached for the clamps and my
belly flip-flopped. Oh, Jesus, what had I gotten myself into
now?

But he was so gentle with me. Using his mouth
and hands, he brought me such immense pleasure. When the first
clamp bit my nipple, I inhaled a noisy breath. My pinched peak
throbbed mercilessly at first but Dimitri distracted me from the
slight discomfort by sliding his thick fingers through my slick
folds to tease my clit.

Head thrown back, I groaned when the second
clamp squeezed my nipple. My breasts ached now. Heavy and so
incredibly sensitive, they begged for attention. The chain attached
to the clamps dangled between my breasts. Another, longer chain
arced off from that one and slapped against my belly.

Knowing what was coming, I closed my eyes and
tried to breathe. Dimitri didn't apply the labia clamps or the
clitoris clip immediately. The dirty bastard knelt down and used
that wicked mouth of his to bring me right to the edge of a climax.
He flicked and fluttered his tongue over my pulsing clit until I
was nearly delirious.

I hissed when he applied the clamps to the
tender lips of my pussy. It wasn't painful really but it
felt…weird.

"What color are we, Benny?" Dimitri peppered
ticklish kisses around my navel.

"Green."

"You're sure?"

"Yes." I stared down at the strange jewelry now
adorning my most sensitive bits. The Y-shaped chain looked so
pretty against my skin.

Dimitri stroked my inner thighs. "God, I wish I
had some ribbon."

"Ribbon? Why?"

"I could tie some around each of your thighs
and hook these clamps to the ribbon." He flicked the metal pincers
squeezing my labia. "You'd be so perfectly open to me
then."

I quivered at the very idea of such a thing.
His fingertip swirled in the wetness leaking from my core. He
smeared the slick nectar around my aching clit and then framed the
tiny pearl between his fingers. I had only a split-second of
warning before the clip slid down over the bundle of nerves.
"Oh!"

His concerned gaze skipped to my face.
"Benny?"

"Gr-green," I whispered. "It's just…it's more
than I was expecting."

"Is it painful?"

"No."

"We won't leave this on long tonight." He bent
low and brushed a teasing kiss against my clitoris. "You're so
fucking sensitive here."

"
Ah
!"

Chuckling, Dimitri grasped my ankles and lifted
them out of the stirrups. He brought my feet high in the air and
cuffed them to the chains on either side of his broad shoulders. My
wrists were quickly captured in his big hand and bound above my
head.

Restrained and throbbing with
desire, I whimpered. "Dimitri, I need you.
Please
."

"Patience, little one." He stepped back and
finally shed his boxers. That magnificent cock I loved so much
stood erect. Droplets of pre-cum adorned the very tip of it. Like
me, he was beyond excited. He snatched a condom from the dresser
but didn't apply it immediately.

Holding the package between his teeth, he used
both hands to stimulate himself. One fist moved up and down his
ruddy shaft. He cupped his balls with his other hand, supporting
the taut, heavy sac in his long fingers. In awe, I watched him
stroke and fondle himself. I wet my lips and wished I was kneeling
at his feet and opening my mouth wide to receive that massive
tool.

As if sensing my lust shoot into overdrive,
Dimitri finally rolled on the condom and moved closer. He stroked
me lovingly before grasping the base of his dick and pressing the
fat crown of it to my soaking entrance. The clamps and clips
squeezing strategic erogenous zones left me shaking and pulsing. I
felt more aware of my body than ever.

Instead of a fast, hard thrust,
Dimitri entered me inch by excruciatingly delicious inch. The
clamps tugging my nether lips apart made the experience one I would
never forget. "Oh!
OH
!"

He growled in Russian and began to take me with
deep, measured thrusts. Cuffed and overcome with arousal, I
surrendered totally to Dimitri. Whatever he wanted from me, I would
gladly give it.

And, God, did he give it to me!

An endless stream of cries left my throat. From
long, slow thrusts, he gradually switched to shallow and fast
strokes. His cock glided in and out of me, hitting all the right
spots. The clamps holding me open and the clip compressing my clit
kept me right on the edge of coming. My belly tensed and
wonderfully panicky shudders rocked me.

Dimitri ran his fingertip over my clit and I
moaned raggedly. Holding the chains in both hands now, he used the
swing's momentum to take me harder and deeper. This coupling was
unlike any other we'd shared. With the help of the swing, Dimitri
was free to snap his hips and grind into me. He could use both
hands to tease and torment my body because he wasn't using them to
support his own body weight.

On and on it went until I felt sure I would
just die from the sheer pleasure of it. A moment too late, I
realized where Dimitri's fingers were headed. The clamps were both
removed from my nipples. The sharp tingle of blood rushing into the
depressed tissues made me shriek.

A millisecond later, the clamps down below were
unclipped. He pinched my dusky lips between his fingers and soothed
the raw burn with gentle petting. When he pulled his cock free from
my body, I groaned in protest and rocked my hips, lifting my
backside from the swing in a desperate attempt to draw him back
inside me.

With a devilishly wicked smile on his face,
Dimitri knelt down and carefully removed the clip. My poor clit
pulsed unceasingly. It verged on painful but then Dimitri's soft
tongue swirled over my throbbing flesh—and I lost it.

Screaming his name, I came hard. The rapturous
waves of my unending climax crashed into me and dragged me down
into the thrashing undercurrents of bliss. I couldn’t think. I
couldn't breathe. My brain on the fritz, I could only feel.
Pleasure. Pain. More pleasure. So much pleasure.

As I trembled with strong aftershocks, Dimitri
cooed lovingly. In that rough, rumbling voice I craved so much, he
said, "My sweet, beautiful Benita."

Quickly and efficiently, he freed me from the
restraints and lifted me up into his brawny arms. I wound my shaky
legs around his waist, trapping his stiff cock between his belly
and my slick sex. With fast, powerful strides, he made his way to
his bed and sat.

Straddling his lap, I scooted along with him as
he shifted on the bed until he was totally stretched out and
comfortable. He grasped my bottom with both of his hands and lifted
my backside. One rocking motion later, his rock-hard dick slipped
inside me.

Impaled on him, I put both hands on his chest.
I breathed his name on a languorous sigh. "Dimitri…"