Anya Stolnyheva was a lissome, athletic girl of 18 or 19 with gorgeous breasts, long copper-flecked brown hair, and a face of elven-like beauty. Her cobalt-blue eyes gave her an innocent look that only made men want to pursue her that much more. Right now though, she was definitely taken...
How had Kolkev become her boyfriend? That first night remained a blur. Their meeting at the nightclub had been pure chance. The girl had seen him and thought 'Yum,' but she hadn't been prepared for his intelligence or his stubbornness. Even now Anya still had niggling thoughts, after months of dating him. She still didn't think she was good enough for him. Not because she wasn't smart or funny or beautiful. Anya knew she was all of those things. But despite all of it, this mixed martial arts (MMA) fighter was out of her league.
Kolkev Jaru was built like some weird hybrid of bull and titan. He had the strength of a bull, but his masculine form had the handsome physique of a titan. His gigantic biceps and his six-pack chest rippling with muscle, they were a type of eye candy that Anya never grew tired of. What made him in a different league though, was his status. As one of the top MMA fighters in the business, his reputation had grown to something of a legend. Unlike other fighters, he hadn't been content to just fight. He'd worked on his education, nabbed a master's degree in business, and now the lucrative promotional deals he'd snagged would put him up for life. Even if he fought his last match tomorrow, it wouldn't matter.
Kolkev was a god, and that was the problem. Anya felt as if he didn't really know her, or she him. He'd taken many women to his bed, but each time he'd had to break it off. Not because he'd wanted to. Not because he didn't want to find that girl of his dreams. No, it was because as a 'legend' and a 'god' Kolkev tended to attract people who were hungry to leech off his power, and not because they truly cared one whit about Kolkev the mere mortal underneath. The mere mortal who had doubts and fears just like any other human being.
Anya wanted to be that girl for him. That dream girl. The woman who had his back. But she didn't know how to break through all those layers and barriers he'd built up over the years.
So this night was definitely a milestone in their five-month relationship. He'd admitted to her about his secret fantasies. He loved to dominate his women. He wanted more than just the vanilla sex she'd been offering to him. Was she game? He hadn't pressured her; he'd just given her that choice.
Now, the girl knelt, completely naked, hands cuffed behind her back. She waited for her 'Master.' She waited for Kolkev to come home.
The house was a two-story affair with a spacious patio off the back that looked down a sloped embankment toward a forest, and from beyond the forest came the sound of a rushing river. This was the Colorado Rockies, a place where pristine wilderness was never too far away. Anya loved it here. She loved the peace of it. It seemed odd, the contrast of the sounds of nature outside and the hammering of her heartbeat in her chest as she waited for Kolkev to return home.
Then it was time. She heard footsteps coming up the front walk. Kolkev unlocked the door and stepped through. Anya took a moment to appreciate her boyfriend/god. Kolkev had a compact face, but it was handsome in its own rugged way. His nose was a little big, but perfectly shaped. His eyes brimmed with charisma, bearing down on her with an intensity that made her blood pump that much faster.
Kolkev's eyebrows arched up. She'd sent him a text earlier hinting that there would be a 'surprise' for him when he got home. They'd talked about what this fantasy might involve. She was ready for him. They had a safe word. Now what would he do?
"Welcome home, Master. How may this slave please you?" she asked.
The MMA fighter slipped out of his workout shirt and pants, stripping naked within seconds. He pulled her up by the neck and savagely slammed her against the wall, or so it seemed. He was careful not to let her body hit the wall too hard. The sound of it was more brutal than the reality. He looked into her eyes, his dark gaze heated with desire.
"Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question?" His hand gripped her by the neck, but his free hand was already gently playing with her nipples...skimming across her breasts...sliding down her smooth belly to cup her sex with its light dusting of pubic hair.
"Who do you belong to, Anya?"
The girl's blue eyes flared desperately. "You, Master. I belong to you."
As if to reward her, Kolkev leaned forward, passionately enveloping her mouth as his tongue slid between her lips to plunder, to taste. She let him. She felt herself melting against the wall as his tongue claimed hers. Her nipples beaded up as his hands cupped each of her cones, massaging them gently as his stiff cock grazed her belly. The barest brush of that hard male length sent a shiver down Anya's spine.
She looked down. Her eyes widened at the sight of his engorged manhood. It looked almost angry, pulsing with so much blood, ready to fuck her. But Kolkev's expression softened. The MMA fighter hugged her tightly, tenderly, as he pulled her away from the wall and lifted her into his arms bridal-style.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured. "And your gift of trust means so much to me. I am sorry that I got carried away just now. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you?" She shook her head no. He carried her effortlessly up the spiral staircase and set her down carefully on the queen-sized bed in the master suite.
Anya looked up at him, surprised, yet...not. Kolkev was a harsh man, a man's man. But he also had a secret, softer, loving side which few ever got to know. Only a few women could ever say they'd glimpsed that side of Kolkev Jaru.
He moved with the grace of a panther now, his cock bobbing with each confident stride as he prowled around the side of the bed. She lay on her back now, her wrists still cuffed behind her. Her legs were splayed wide, her pink pussy exposed to him. He slid onto the bed, and his palm rested on her cunt. Softly. Possessively. He slowly began to rub his hand up and down, just enough to create friction along her clit, not much more.
The attractive girl bit her lip and felt her inner muscles tighten up. Arousal coiled through her body like a snake. Oh god. She was already getting wet. She fought back the urge to whimper like a helpless child as her hips bucked forward into his palm with an unspoken plea.
"Did I say you could move, slave?" Her Master's hand stilled on her crotch. She looked at him, her eyes imploring.
"Please, Kol. I want—"
He slapped her across the face, not a hard slap. Not a damaging slap. But it startled her, disoriented her.
"When I ask you a question, you answer it, slave. And you speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?"
Anya shuddered. "Yes Master, this slave understands." She was rewarded by the feel of his palm, so warm, pressing against her slickening sex again. She kept her muscles from clenching too hard, just letting Kolkev slide his palm as he rubbed up and down her pussy, a devilish, tormenting rhythm that slowly coaxed her toward the pinnacle. Her sex began trickling with fluids. Her heart rate kept mounting, her nipples hard as little pink diamonds as they stood out on her chest. Her cuffed hands clenched up as she moaned.
"Aaaaahhhhh!"
"Do you like that, slave girl? Answer me." His one palm stayed against her clit, rubbing with a firmer rhythm, while his other hand pried open her mouth and gripped her lower jaw possessively.
She looked at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as his palm ground into her clitoris with even greater dedication. She nodded, it was all she could do with his hand on her face. He withdrew the hand and leaned down, forging a lazy trail of kisses up the side of her neck, sucking on her ear lobe and whispering.
"Do you want to CUM, my little slave? Hmm?"
"Yes Master. Please let me come," she begged. He leaned over, pulling one stiff nipple into his mouth and giving it a fervent suck. Sensations tore through her chest. She arched her back, presenting her tits to him like an offering. He switched and began giving the other breast equal attention. Meanwhile his hand rocked against her opening, her slickening folds feeling the heat of his palm grinding back and forth, more and more firmly, back and forth, rubbing feverishly...conquering her cunt, controlling her reactions.
That was when he did the unexpected. Suddenly Kolkev drew his hand back and then gave her pussy a calculated smack.
"AHHH!!!"
It was just hard enough that her clit felt a jolt of sensation, and that sensation threw her unexpectedly over the edge. She had never reached orgasm like that before. Never had the perfect combination of arousing anticipation and a sudden assault of sensations driven her over a cliff like Kolkev had just now. It was almost as if he knew her body better than she did. She crooned loudly now, her hips thrashing as her snatch convulsed and flooded the sheets with its pungent fluids.
Kolkev leaned down, lapping at her sex, hungrily drinking up her cunt cream as his tongue explored her damp folds. His hands cupped her ass, pushing her crotch flush against his face as he drank from her like a man dying of thirst. Her overly sensitive pussy couldn't take much more of this. Her back arched even more drastically this time, her breasts aching as a fresh orgasm tore through her inner folds, her muscles clenching and unclenching in a series of spasms joined by mind-obliterating pleasure. He sucked hard on her clit, not giving up, not letting up for even a second, forcing her to ride out one of the most intense orgasms of her young life.
