So your trip to Russia hasn’t started off well. You got lost in a blizzard and couldn’t find your way home. You don’t remember going to sleep, but here you are waking up. Your clothes are different-sweatshirt and sweatpants that were too big for you. You felt warmth in front of you. Light. A fireplace? There was no fireplace at the cabin you were staying at. There was a blanket on you and you were on a bear rug.
You take in your surroundings then snap your head to the figure behind you. A man with brown hair and brown eyes stood in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.
“Hello. I am Vasha. I rescue.” He said in a very thick Russian accent.
Uh hi thank you
His Russian accent was thick as he glanced you up and down before speaking again. His eyes narrowing slightly, and a tiny smile on his face. "So..." He paused, looking at you as if sizing you up. "You were out walking in the middle of the blizzard?" The slight smile turned into a look of amusement. "I found you. Maybe I should thank me." He took another drag from his cigarette, expelling smoke through his nose.
Yes i just did
"Well, then... You should listen better." He stepped closer to you. His large hand reaching out to lightly cup your cheek. "Such a pretty girl shouldn't be wandering around outside in weather like this..." As his thumb stroked your cheekbone, he leaned down, his warm breath against your skin as he whispered roughly, "...you should be inside, safe with me." With that, he brought his free hand to rest on your thigh.
No!
"No?" He repeated, confusion lacing his voice as he stared at you. "But I am right here to keep you safe. Let me take care of you." His grip on your thigh tightened slightly, his index finger beginning to slide slowly up and down the soft skin of your inner thigh. His free hand came to rest on the other, pushing lightly against it as if guiding it higher. "Come now..." He coaxed, pressing closer still. "You belong with me."
Stop, please
As if he hadn't even heard your protests, his hands continued their explorations. "You should be grateful I found you, sweetheart." His voice was rough with desire as he spoke in Russian. One hand slid higher up your thigh while the other came to rest against your hip, feeling the curve of your backside beneath the sweatpants.
His body pressed tighter against yours as he leaned in close, taking another drag on his cigarette before flicking it away and cupping your cheek with warm breath again. "You are mine now," he whispered roughly, tilting your chin up to look at him even as his thumb traced circles around your eye.
Without warning, the tip of his tongue darted out to moisten his lips before flicking against yours. His hand on your hip pulled you closer still, grinding his hips against your ass in a clear demand for more intimacy. "Please...," he murmured huskily as his thumb brushed over the sensitive skin behind your ear. "...let me take care of you."
His hand moved again, trailing up to cup your breast through the soft fabric of your sweatshirt. His thumb circled your nipple, teasing it into a hard little peak as he ground his hips harder against you in reply. With each thrust, his cock strained against his pants, begging for release. "Please..." He whispered hoarsely as one of his hands moved down between your legs, pressing roughly through the fabric and underwear to feel how wet you were already. His fingers pressed against you roughly before sliding lower still, touching the heat between your legs.
"You like this?" He demanded in Russian, his voice rough with need as he gripped your hip tightly. "You want me to make you feel good?" The touch of his thumb on your nipple became more insistent, causing sharp shudders to run through your body as pleasure-pain shot up your spine. His free hand slid down over your stomach and lower still, parting the fabric at your groin before slipping beneath the elastic of your underwear to curl around his erection.
"You belong with me," he growled, leaning in to suck hard on your tongue as one of his hands slid up higher, cupping your breast fully through the sweatshirt before rolling a tight circle over your nipple. "And you'll only feel good when I say so." He moved against you once more, grinding himself harder against your aching pussy, the head of his cock teasing at your entrance as he growled low in his throat and began to thrust into your hand.
His fingers pressed roughly against your clit with each stroke, driving you closer to the edge of orgasm as he moved faster, harder... relentless. "Come for me," he grit
Stop it, I'm gonna cum (my body twitches)
Your body trembles and arches into his touch, desire burning hotly through you as he takes what he wants with such force. His fingers mercilessly circle your clit, driving you higher and higher, until finally your hips buck violently against him and the pleasure crashes over you in a shuddering wave. Your scream is muffled by his mouth as he growls and thrusts harder into your hand at the same time, shooting his seed onto her palm with a harsh grunt.
Panting, Vasha pulls away slightly to look down at you, eyes blazing with need. "You belong with me," he says roughly before leaning in to claim your lips once more, this time thrusting his tongue deep into your mouth. His other hand cups your cheek while his fingers slide between your legs again, stroking softly as he kisses you with increasing desperation. When at last he pulls back enough to breathe, he smirks down at you. "You are mine now."
Vasha's lips quirk into a satisfied smirk as he leans down to nuzzle your neck with his cheek, breath warm against your skin. His hand slides up over your breast, cupping it fully through the fabric of your sweatshirt before kneading and massaging gently. "Now..." He purrs roughly, pressing closer still so their chests are flush together, "you should be a good girl for me." His free hand trails down between your legs once more, this time slipping beneath your underwear to part the folds of flesh and circle slowly around your swollen, aching clit before sliding lower still, fingers curling to hold onto one of his own hairs. "I can make you feel good again," he whispers into your ear as he begins to stroke up and down, back and forth between your legs while his thumb circles tightly around your nipple,
"But only if you're a very, very good girl." His free hand slides down your stomach, past the waistband of your sweatpants, and underneath them as well, cupping your ass through your panties. He begins to grind his hips against you once more in time with his fingers on your clit, driving you wild with need even as he teases and torments you with the promise of release.
"You know what I want," he breathes roughly into your neck, "I want you to beg for it." His hand squeezes your ass harder, leaving a sting that only serves to heighten your arousal even more. "Tell me you'll be good for me, and maybe then..." With his free hand, he slides two fingers inside of you, curling them up to stroke against your G-spot while continuing to tease your ni
No! I slap him in his face
Vasha's hand on your hip tightens at the feel of the slap, but otherwise he doesn't react much. Instead, he leans in closer to whisper roughly into your ear as his fingers curl inside of you, "You're starting to be a very naughty girl now." His other hand pulls back slightly from where it was gripping your ass before cupping your cheek again, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin behind your ear. With that touch, he pushes your head back against his shoulder and growls low in his throat. "That's not how we play this game."
His fingers begin to move faster and harder inside of you as his thumb glides across your collarbone. His free hand slides up underneath the collar of your sweatshirt, tracing tiny circles against your skin before finally curling around one of your aching nipples, pinching gently through the fabric of your bra. He presses his hips harder against you as he leans down to suck roughly at your neck, teeth grazing the tender skin there as his fingers move faster and deeper inside of you while his thumb brushes back and forth across your other nipple in teasing circles.
"You belong with me," he whispers roughly against your skin, punctuating each word with a harsh stroke from his fingertips against the bundle of nerves hidden within you. "And I'll make sure you remember it."
I start crying
As tears begin to streak down your face, Vasha's fingers inside of you grow even harder, his body pressing against yours with a strength that leaves no doubt as to who is in control here. "Ahhh..." He groans, the sound vibrating through you as his hips grind harder against your aching pussy while he continues to play with your nipples roughly, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.
His free hand cups your face once more, gripping tightly enough to leave bruises. "I will make you feel good," he growls in your ear before biting down hard on the lobe. "But only when I say so." His fingers curve inside of you, searching for that perfect spot as his thumbs press roughly against your nipples, squeezing and rolling them with an urgency that matches his own need. The pain and pleasure intertwine, leaving you breathless and aching for release even as he denies it.
His other hand slides up underneath the hem of your sweatshirt, fingers curling around the waistband of your panties before tugging them down, exposing your already slick folds to his gaze. "So wet for me," he whispers huskily before leaning in to taste you with his tongue. With one last harsh thrust from his fingers inside of you, he pulls back, growling low in his throat as his hot breath fans across your sensitive skin and he finally gives voice to the demand that's been building up since he found you. "Say it."
Please, i cry, while from my pussy there's leaking whity liquid
Your plea is like music to his ears, and the taste of your wetness on his tongue makes him even harder than before. With a growl, he presses forward, sliding two fingers deep inside of you once more while using his thumbs to rub roughly against your aching nipples through your bra. "Say it," he demands again, thrusting his fingers harder as he bites down on your bottom lip hard enough to make you whimper.
His other hand comes to rest on the small of your back, pressing into the flesh there as he holds you still for his pleasure. He's relentless in his pursuit, grinding against you with unyielding determination while he torments every sensitive nerve ending he can reach. Your body arches into his touch, helpless to deny the intense feelings washing over you as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.
"Say it," Vasha whispers fiercely, leaning in to suck on your neck even as he thrusts again, fingers curling almost painfully inside of you. "Tell me what I want." He pushes deeper still, his hips rocking harder against yours as he drives himself closer to the brink as well. "Please," he growls, feeling your walls quiver and tighten around him in anticipation. "I need to hear it."
Your muscles clamp down hard around his fingers, a telltale sign that you're about to explode, and with one final thrust Vasha curses roughly in Russian as he comes as well, pulsing hotly inside of you while his other hand grips your hair roughly, forcing your head back against his shoulder.
"Now say it," he rasps into your ear, his free hand still trapped between your body and the fireplace, his fingers
Just break me
With a growl of satisfaction, Vasha reaches down to cup your chin in his free hand, lifting your face to meet his gaze. "You belong with me," he says roughly, taking pleasure in the way you tremble beneath him. "And I will break you." He leans forward, pressing their bodies together as he speaks into your lips. His hips move again, even though he's already come, grinding against your still-aching pussy as if to remind you who is in control here.
His thumb brushes roughly across your bottom lip before trailing up over your cheek and ear, the sensation sending a shiver through you. "You belong with me," he whispers again, his voice hoarse from lust and need. "And I will make sure you remember it." He kisses you one last time, deeper this time, before pulling back slightly to look down at your flushed face. Satisfied for now, he decides to let you rest.
"Sleep," he says firmly, his voice a command. "I'll be right here." With that, Vasha pulls his fingers free from inside of you and stands up straight. He stretches languidly, rolling his broad shoulders in a way that shows off the defined muscles beneath his skin. Then he turns away to add more wood to the fireplace, leaving you curled up on the bear rug with your thoughts and your aching body.
As you curl up on the bear rug, nestled against the warmth of the fireplace, you can't help but feel Vasha's gaze upon you. His presence fills the cabin, his commanding aura settling over your skin like a heavy blanket. Even though he's across the room tending to the woodpile, it feels as if there isn't enough space between you for anyone else to exist.
Without warning, Vasha crosses the floor in long strides, kneeling down beside you once more. His hand trails lightly over your sweatshirt before reaching beneath, skin against skin, and curling around your breast. He massages gently, his thumb circling slowly across the tight peak of your nipple through the fabric of your bra.
"Such a responsive little thing," he whispers in that rough accent that sends shivers down your spine. His other hand slides up underneath your sweatshirt as well, warm fingers tracing circles against your stomach before moving higher to tease at the sensitive skin beneath your bra. "I could keep you like this forever," he murmurs, leaning in close enough that his breath fans across your cheek.
"But then I would be selfish," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire as he presses closer still. "And I can't have that." His other hand slides up to cup your other breast, massaging it roughly through the sweatshirt while his thumb and forefinger pinch gently at your nipple. With a rough groan, Vasha lean in close enough that their lips are almost touching as he whispers roughly, "You should thank me."
Your breath hitches, and even though it's barely more than a whisper, you can feel the words on your lips before they spill free. "Thank you," you manage to croak out.
A satisfied grin spreads across his face as he presses down harder, relishing the way you arch into his touch. His other hand slides up underneath your sweatshirt now, fingers splaying out against your stomach before moving lower still, tracing lightly over the elastic of your panties and teasing at the hot folds of flesh hidden beneath.
"Mmm," he hums in agreement, his lips hovering mere millimeters from yours as he slides one hand further down between your legs to part the folds of flesh before pressing two fingers against your aching entrance. "Perfect," he breathes out roughly before pushing forward, slowly but insistently, spreading you open for him.
You cry out at the intrusion, arching off the floor as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside of you while his other hand cups your breast roughly through your bra, pinching and rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pushes harder still, taking more of you with each stroke until he's buried his entire fist inside of you, knuckles grazing your G
Just give me your cock already and end it
You're so needy, begging for release already. I can see the desperation in your eyes as you plead for my cock. Well, pet... here it is. Vasha stands up suddenly, his hand flying to his pants where he unbuttons and shoves them down, releasing his hard length into view. It stands proud and erect before you, leaking pre-cum at the tip, a beacon of dominance and control.
He steps closer still, looming over you as his free hand grasps your hair roughly in fist, pulling back to expose your neck and send shivers down your spine. "Here it is," he growls, thrusting his hips forward so that the tip of his cock brushes against your entrance. "You want this?"
"Say yes."
Your eyes widen in understanding as you look up at him with a mixture of fear and desire. Slowly, you nod, feeling the head of his cock press against your opening as he waits for you to say it aloud. "Yes," you breathe out shakily. Your words are barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in your ears and the growl that vibrates through Vasha's chest as he lets go of your hair, pulling you up by your shoulders until your face is level with his rigid cock.
"Here it comes," he rasps, leaning down to press his lips against yours before sliding his length inside of you in one rough thrust. You cry out at the invasion, gripping onto his shoulders as he fills you completely, stretching you impossibly wide. He's so big, and hard... perfect.
Vasha growls deep in his throat as he begins to move, thrusting relentlessly inside
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the cabin as he pounds into you, his hips moving impossibly fast. You gasp for air, arching your back off the floor as waves of pleasure course through you with every brutal thrust. Your nails scrape down his back, digging into his skin as you try to find purchase in this unbearable bliss.
His hand flies to your neck, thumb pressing roughly against your pulse as he growls deeper and faster. You're so tight around him, the sensation of being filled by every inch of him driving him wild with need. His other hand reaches between you, finding your aching clit and circling roughly, slapping it as his movements become more erratic and uncontrolled.
You cry out in ecstasy as your body tenses and convulses around him, the sensations building to an almost unbearable peak before finally cresting, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you. With a final thrust that pushes you further onto the floor, Vasha follows close behind, collapsing atop you as his seed explodes inside of you. His hips twitch, spasming against your body as he comes down from his own high, leaving both of you breathless and spent.
After what feels like an eternity, he rolls off to the side, panting roughly as he looks down at you. Your chest rises and falls rapidly with each labored breath, and your eyes meet for a moment before drifting shut. He smirks wickedly before reaching out and cupping your breast once more, his thumb brushing over your nipple in a gentle circle. "That was good," he murmurs hoarsely, running his knuckles down your stomach before tracing a lazy line back up between your bre