Free MadetoBeBroken by Lyra Byrnes Page A

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after, you must wait until you are completely satisfied.”
    “You said before that I was to satisfy you.”
    Alexi leaned in and placed his lips on her neck, kissing and
sucking at the soft flesh.
    “Oh you will, so much, with that beautiful body, and the
fear and desire in your eyes when you submit to my will. That will satisfy me
greatly. But if I don’t please you with my hands, my mouth, my cock, the deal
is off. Ask.”
    She drew free the belt of her robe and let it fall to her
feet in a fluffy white drift. “Who is number two in the CRF?”
    He had the nerve to look disappointed. “That is wrong
question, krahsniy .”
    His cock did not so much as twitch when she drifted a hand
down her neck, between her breasts, over her flat belly. Annoyed, she snapped,
“Answer it.”
    He shrugged. “Man named Umarov.”
    For some reason, her little display wasn’t working. She had
gotten her answer—possibly a useful one, although she had no idea of
knowing—but Alexi looked at her dispassionately, as if her body were merely
part of the pretty landscape. His cock was at half-mast, waiting for orders
from the rest of his body.
    “Umarov, okay. Take what’s yours, Alexi.”
    “You are very beautiful, but I cannot take what is offered
to me.” He pulled her up and put a hand under her chin, tilting her face toward
his. “You will not seduce me with silly writhings. No woman comes to me on her
back or her knees. I put them there.”
    She could smell the sunshine on his skin, warm and clean.
Wetness gushed between her legs as she thought of him pushing her head down,
training it at his cock, but her naturally contrary nature took over. “This is
ridic—” Her words dried up as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked.
    “So on your knees.”
    “No.”
    He smiled. “Even better.”
    So this is what he wanted, for her to fight and lose. A
flush pinked her skin from head to toe and his cock responded, thickening
enticingly. She had him now. He didn’t want a submissive, a geisha—he wanted her ,
feisty, furious and finally, powerless, playing a game she had privately longed
to play.
    “Let go of me, bastard!” she cried.
    He pushed her down until she knelt in front of his golden
baton, a single drop of desire forming a pearl at its tip. The grass felt cool
and velvety beneath her knees.
    “Suck me, you little slut.”
    “Fuck you!”
    “Oh god,” he groaned. “That’s so good. Open your mouth,
slut, or I will shove my cock in it so hard I will break you in two.”
    Delicately she licked the droplet, swirling her tongue
around the head of his shaft. Alexi let out another groan and buried his hands
in her hair, slamming his hips into her face.
    He was so big he stretched her lips wide, but he tasted
delicious, like musk and sunshine. She pumped her head, taking in the length of
him from root to tip with each bob. The guttural, helpless noises he made as
she sucked him inflamed her, deepened the ache in the very core of her body.
    The sun was warm on her shoulders, caressing her naked body,
and the wet sounds of sucking mingled with the splash of the waterfall in the
distance. It was as if they were part of the landscape, as much of nature as
the flock of birds or thickets of heather, primal beings indulging in the
oldest and most sacred act.
    She wanted to ease the yearning and touch herself, but if
Alexi disapproved, he might pull that glorious cock from her mouth, and right
now it was more vital that she felt it filling her, bumping hard against the
back of her throat. She wrapped one hand around his good thigh and lifted the
other to his balls and felt them, full and hard, in her grasp. This seemed to
drive him even wilder and he bucked his hips hard, driving his cock deep into
her throat.
    She gagged, swallowed a salty droplet and ran a hard tongue
along the underside. He moaned in a gratifying way, his hands tightening in her
hair. The sensation along her scalp was electrifying and she thought of him