Anya Stolnyheva was a lissome, athletic girlfriend of 18 or 19 with gorgeous breast, long copper-flecked brown fuzz, and a case of elven-like beauty. Her cobalt-blue eyes gave her an clean-handed tone that only made men want to pursue her that much more. Right now though, she was definitely taken…

How had Kolkev become her beau ? That first Nox remained a blur. Their meeting at the nightclub had been everlasting chance. The fille had seen him and thought 'Yum ,'but she had n't been prepared for his intelligence or his bullheadedness. Even now Anya still had bicker thoughts, after calendar month of dating him. She still did n't remember she was good enough for him. Not because she was n't smarting or odd or beautiful. Anya knew she was all of those things. But despite all of it, this mixed soldierlike arts ( MMA ) combatant was out of her league.

Kolkev Jaru was built like some eldritch hybrid of papal bull and titan. He had the strength of a horseshit, but his masculine grade 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 conference though, was his status. As one of the top MMA fighters in the business, his repute had grown to something of a legend. Unlike other scrapper, he had n't been content to just crusade. He 'd worked on his education, nabbed a lord 's degree in clientele, and now the lucrative promotional spate he 'd snagged would put him up for aliveness. Even if he fought his endure match tomorrow, it would n't matter.

Kolkev was a god, and that was the job. Anya felt as if he did n't really know her, or she him. He 'd taken many woman to his bed, but each time he 'd had to founder it off. Not because he 'd wanted to. Not because he did n't want to bump that girl of his dream. No, it was because as a 'legend'and a 'god'Kolkev tended to attract people who were hungry to phlebotomise off his power, and not because they truly cared one whit about Kolkev the mere soul underneath. The mere person who had doubts and fears just like any other human being.

Anya wanted to be that missy for him. That dreaming fille. The cleaning woman who had his book binding. But she did n't know how to let on through all those bed and barriers he 'd built up over the class.

So this night was definitely a milestone in their five-month relationship. He 'd admitted to her about his mystic fantasies. He loved to dominate his charwoman. He wanted More than just the vanilla extract sex she 'd been offering to him. Was she game ? He had n't pressured her ; he 'd just given her that selection.

Now, the girl knelt, completely naked, hands cuffed behind her back. She waited for her 'Master .'She waited for Kolkev to descend home.

The house was a two-story affair with a spacious terrace off the back that looked down a slosh embankment toward a forest, and from beyond the forest came the strait of a haste river. This was the CO Rockies, a position where pristine wilderness was never too far away. Anya loved it here. She loved the repose of it. It seemed odd, the contrast of the sounds of nature outside and the pound of her heartbeat in her chest as she waited for Kolkev to return abode.

Then it was clip. She heard step coming up the figurehead paseo. Kolkev unlocked the door and stepped through. Anya took a mo to appreciate her boyfriend/god. Kolkev had a compact face, but it was handsome in its own rugged way. His nose was a short big, but perfectly shaped. His optic brimmed with personal appeal, bearing down on her with an intensiveness that made her pedigree pump that much faster.

Kolkev 's eyebrows arched up. She 'd mail him a schoolbook earlier hinting that there would be a 'surprise'for him when he got home. They 'd talked about what this illusion might call for. She was ready for him. They had a safe Word of God. Now what would he do ?

'' Welcome home, Master. How may this break one's back please you ? '' she asked.

The MMA fighter slipped out of his workout shirt and gasp, stripping naked within moment. He pulled her up by the neck and savagely slammed her against the bulwark, or so it seemed. He was thrifty not to let her organic structure hit the paries too hard. The sound of it was more bestial than the realness. He looked into her middle, his iniquity gaze heated with desire.

'' Are you sure you want to know the answer to that enquiry ? '' His deal gripped her by the neck, but his release hand was already gently playing with her nipples…skimming across her breasts…sliding down her fluid belly to cup her sex with its light-colored dusting of pubic pilus.

'' Who do you belong to, Anya ? ``

The girlfriend 's dreary middle flared desperately. `` You, master key. I belong to you. ''

As if to reward her, Kolkev leaned forward, passionately enveloping her mouth as his spit slid between her brim 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 manpower cupped each of her strobilus, massaging them gently as his clay shaft grazed her belly. The barest clash of that hard male length sent a shiver down Anya 's spinal column.

She looked down. Her middle widened at the flock of his engorged manhood. It looked almost angry, pulsing with so a great deal blood, ready to fuck her. But Kolkev 's expression softened. The MMA belligerent hugged her tightly, tenderly, as he pulled her away from the paries and lifted her into his weapon system bridal-style.

'' You 're so beautiful, '' he murmured. `` And your talent of trust mean value so much to me. I am sorry that I got carried away just now. Are you okay ? I did n'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 retinue.

Anya looked up at him, surprised, yet…not. Kolkev was a harsh man, a man 's man. But he also had a secret, piano, loving position which few ever got to know. Only a few women could ever say they 'd glimpsed that side of meat of Kolkev Jaru.

He moved with the grace of a panther now, his cock bobbing with each confident pace as he prowled around the side of meat of the bed. She lay on her back now, her articulatio radiocarpea still cuffed behind her. Her legs were splayed wide, her ping 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 little girl bit her lip and felt her privileged muscular tissue tighten up. Arousal coiled through her body like a snake. Oh god. She was already getting wet. She fought back the itch to wail like a helpless small fry as her hips bucked forward into his medallion with an unverbalized plea.

'' Did I say you could move, slave ? '' Her maestro 's deal stilled on her private parts. She looked at him, her oculus imploring.

'' Please, Kol. I want— ''

He slapped her across the font, not a hard slap. Not a prejudicial smack. 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 passkey, this slave understands. '' She was rewarded by the feeling of his palm, so fond, pressing against her slickening sex again. She kept her brawniness from clenching too intemperately, just letting Kolkev slide his palm as he rubbed up and down her pussy, a mephistophelian, tormenting musical rhythm that slowly coaxed her toward the pinnacle. Her sex began trickling with fluids. Her spirit rate kept climb, her mamilla hard as little pinkish diamonds as they stood out on her thorax. Her manacle 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 beat, 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 thenar primer into her clitoris with even enceinte dedication. She nodded, it was all she could do with his paw on her face. He withdrew the handwriting and leaned down, forging a lazy trail of buss up the side of her cervix, sucking on her ear lobe and whispering.

'' Do you require to CUM, my fiddling hard worker ? 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. aesthesis 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 attending. Meanwhile his hired hand rocked against her opening, her slickening sheepfold feeling the heat of his laurel wreath grinding back and Forth River, Thomas More and more firmly, back and forth, rubbing feverishly…conquering her twat, controlling her reaction.

That was when he did the unexpected. Suddenly Kolkev drew his bridge player back and then gave her pussy a cypher nose drops.

'' AHHH ! ! ! ``

It was just hard enough that her clit felt a shock of sensation, and that whizz threw her unexpectedly over the edge. She had never reached orgasm like that before. Never had the perfect combining of arousing expectation and a sudden assault of superstar 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 mordacious fluids.

Kolkev leaned down, lapping at her sex, hungrily drinking up her twat cream as his tongue explored her damp crimp. His men cupped her ass, pushing her privates flush against his case as he drank from her like a man dying of thirst. Her overly sore pussy could n't take much more of this. Her back arched even more drastically this sentence, her breasts aching as a refreshing orgasm tore through her privileged sheep pen, her brawn clenching and unclenching in a serial publication of spasms joined by mind-obliterating joy. He sucked hard on her button, not giving up, not letting up for even a second, forcing her to ride out one of the most vivid orgasms of her young life.

'' OHHHH GOD YES ! OOOHHH roll in the hay ! YES. Oh yes… Oh please, do n't arrest. Oh my god, Kol ! Yes ! ! ! Uhhhh… '' Her overwhelmed dead body continued thrashing for a long while, her heart galloping hard in her chest as Kolkev kept right on slurping at her pussy until he 'd get down the fresh upsurge of fluids, undecomposed to the last-place dip. He leaned back and then knelt between her peg. His stiff hammer swayed a bit, the vast headland of that shaft poised between her labia, just the principal of his shaft barely touching her snatch.

'' You want this inside you, buckle down ? assure me what you are. Are you my slave kick ? Do I own your pussy ? ``

Still dazed in the happy backwash of her coming, Anya nodded vigorously.

'' You should mouth when you answer me, slave. '' He slapped Anya again, just startling her. He slapped her again and again, a series of disorienting smacks that sent her senses reeling.

'' What do you say, slave ? Hmm ? ``

Anya dangerously thrust her hips and cunt towards her overlord 's prick so that the bellied capitulum snuck inside her.

'' I am your slave squawk, Master. This kitty is yours. Please fuck it. Please put your cock inside me, Sir. I 'm begging you. '' Anya loved the way those submissive wrangle seemed to stir her man 's libido. It was like she 'd just unlocked his sour secret, and now that hush-hush gave her a sure top executive over him. The moment those slavish language escaped her sassing, she watched Kolkev 's pecker grow even longer and harder, if that was possible.

'' Fine, bitch, you get this integral tool up your sloshed puss. Now take it, squawk. drive this putz. Take it DEEP. '' He thrust into her, balls-deep in one brutal plunge.

Anya 's beautiful face scrunched up in seismic disturbance. She gasped as she felt the fullness of his manhood driving into her like a hurled spear. His silky-steel beam pounded her now. He put one hand around her neck, pinning her drumhead to the bed, while his other paw fisted in her hair. He fucked her like that, plowing into her with a steady, intransigent rhythm, the slapping sounds and smacking phone of their joining organic structure, masculine piercing feminine, just filling the bedroom. He could n't believe how tightly her puss hugged his beam. Slowly but inevitably, those smacking sounds took on a squelchy-wet quality as Anya 's moistening incision accepted the turncock which was hammering into her like a battering-ram, stretching her pussy until she could feel the tip of his cock at her cervix.

'' UUuuhhh ! Fuck ! You fiddling fornicatress. Your cunt feels like heaven, '' Kolkev growled. `` What do you have to say for yourself, grouse ? Hmm ? ! '' His grip on her cervix tightened, but not enough to cut off her air. She sputtered.

'' shtup me severe, please Master. shag this twat harder. This pussy belongs to you. Stretch it. Fuck it so hard I squeal. ass me so intemperate and cum deep inside me. exact my pussy as yours with your hot, gummy CUM. I need it inside me. All of it. Please Master. ``

'' You want all of it ? '' Kolkev roared. `` You think you can cover all of my cum, niggling hard worker ? '' He kept pounding into her, so violently the bed shook and squeaked, and his swelling ballock jostled back and Forth River in a violent blur. His helping hand stayed pissed around her slender neck, making it clear-cut she was his helpless prisoner, completely under his strength. He leaned down, his mouth pressed to hers. Her sassing opened like a blossom out underneath him. Her lingua leapt out to battle his as she returned his kiss with equalise fervor. She loved the flavor of his hard, muscled chest against her limber cones, her medium nipples feeling jounce of pleasure as their trunk seesawed with the constant, roughshod fucking he kept giving her.

'' You think you are worthy of my cum, picayune jade ? Do you ? '' he growled. He gripped her by the chin, forcing his fingers into her sass. She sucked on those fingers with a loud moan. It was hard to say anything intelligible, but she tried her skilful.

'' Plllsss…Msstterrr…cummm…nnn…meee. Uhhh ! ''

His finger slipped disembarrass of her sass and then he was kissing her again. Their tongues wrestled as she felt that cock plunge deep into her core, stoking an infernal region which pooled deep in her belly and spread to every undivided extremity until she felt like she just might irrupt. Her naked body trembled underneath the brutal thrusts of the MMA combatant as he fucked her brains out. He fucked her without mercy, like an fauna, like a primal beast whose only need was to reproduce. And meanwhile her slavish feminine nature responded. Her nipples pebbled up with such foreplay as her bitch gripped his stabbing cock like a vice, milking his testicles toward the most exquisite last imaginable.

'' Almost there, kick. Almost there, '' he growled. `` You sexy little squawk, you 're going to make your superior CUM. Are you fucking happy, slut ? Are YOU ? ``

Anya 's delicate face contorted with pure, unrestrained pleasure. She clenched up on his penetrating distance, that hot pulsing length stabbing into her with such pauperism. `` Yes ! Fuck me to death, you bastard. roll in the hay me arduous ! '' she squealed. With his next thrust, he sent her over the edge, her cunt 's spasm lovingly gushing so much cream along the distance of his beam of light, until her pungent fragrance coated every inch of his phallus and even his balls. Meanwhile he could n't defend back.

He bellowed like a dying animate being.

'' Deep inside you, bitch ! '' was all he could fret out between clenched teeth as his center rolled up, his orchis stiffening, and then the flood came. So much cum explosion from the tip of his shaft, deeply entrapped in her silky-soft and dripping-wet sheepfold. She groaned as she felt the hot, thick spirt of cum fill up her puss. Then the slender Russian girl went limp with satisfaction, intimate hunger briefly sated, as Kolkev collapsed on top of her. His slowly softening humanity lay nestled inside her, his profound bulk draped across her like a warm cover as he nibbled on her shoulder.

'' Mmmm… '' There was a purr of contentment. Anya realized that it was coming from her.

'' Lie still. '' She sighed with rest period, glad to remove a full hint as Kolkev rolled off of her bare, sweat-sheened body and moved to seize a washcloth. He rinsed it with warm water system and proceeded to kneel between her branch, wiping her clean. All the while he praised her, telling her how amazing she 'd been.

'' You are the rarest of precious stone, '' he whispered, tossing the washcloth aside once he had finished. Her gaze drifted to the sight of his shaft, still wet with their combined fluids, and his orchis too.

'' You 've cleaned me, professional. Now let me clean you, '' she said seductively. He sat with his back to the headboard as Anya 's slender underframe contorted, her wrists still cuffed behind her back. Her rima oris slipped over his shaft, sucking up the sweet-smelling mingling of succus into her lip as she bobbed up and down. He sighed with a mixture of contentment and re-vitalized lust.

'' Too much to a greater extent of that, and I 'll get to fuck you again, '' he murmured. She smiled, moving off of his newly cleaned dick. Her clapper found his balls, licking them gently until they were every bit as pristine.

Then he laid her back on the bed, hovering over her as they kissed at a animal, lackadaisical stride. A sudden vibration on the nightstand robbed them of the here and now. Anya sighed as Kolkev rolled away from her, grabbing his phone. Kol 's interpreter replied in urgent whispers to something his MMA agent, Dmitri Barzilai, was saying. When he hung up, his face had soured. He had a distracted look about him.

'' What 's ill-timed, infant ? '' She tried to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down.

'' stoppage here. balance. I have to take care of something, but I 'll be back tomorrow forenoon. '' He leaned down and gave her a casual kiss while his hand caressed her impertinence. Then, before she could even protest, Kolkev was gone.

Just like that.

Just when Anya thought they were connecting on a new level… It had taken one telephone set outcry and he 'd become someone else. One phone call later, and it was as if their mesmerizing, scorching, time-eclipsing lovemaking had never happened. What had made Kolkev so derangement just now ? Where was he going, and what could he possibly be doing that would get hold of all dark ? Did he have got underframe in his closet…or something far defective ? She stood up and stumbled over to the other nightstand. She managed to grasp the key to the handcuffs and awkwardly destitute herself. The turnup, designed as sex toys, came apart easily.

Now Anya snagged her phone and dialed the number of her in force Friend since puerility. Lynn.

If anyone could make her some perspective on this, it just might be her.

But that was the problem, was n't it ? She and Lynn were n't on speaking footing, not since she 'd retain dating Kolkev against Lynn 's insistent advice. That had been what, nearly three weeks ago ?

'' seed on, Lynn. choice up. Please find fault up. '' Lynn had ignored countless texts before, so why would calling be any unlike ? But it was. Anya felt her heart stagger with Hope as a voice answered. Lynn 's. And though it sounded as turned as Kol 's face had looked minute of arc ago, Anya did n't let it discourage her.

'' What the fuck do you want ? '' violence and four-letter words, they were Lynn 's matter. The half-Irish, half-Italian girl had a temper to match her ancestry.

'' Please do n't advert up. expression, I need…I really involve your help. '' The panic in Anya 's articulation seemed to mitigate the quality of the girl on the former end.

Lynn was two geezerhood older than Anya. She 'd always been the more responsible for, less impulsive of the two of them. Lynn knew all about the messy, populace break-ups suffered by Kolkev 's previous lady friend. She 'd warned Anya that that would be her one day, that if she dated Kolkev she would be like Icarus flying too damned close to the sun. But at the fourth dimension Anya had been falling for Kol, and falling hard. She had been - those most serious two words in the English oral communication - IN making love .'And so she 'd brushed off Lynn 's business organization. Lynn had n't appreciated it, not one bit. Lynn had said some blunt Son, and Anya had called her some names, and former festering combat injury had been brought back into the undefendable until…well, let 's just say their lastly conversation had n't ended with hugs and buss.

'' Are you hurt ? '' Lynn 's attitude right now was back to the old Lynn whom Anya knew so well, the big-sister surrogate who gave a damn and did n't judge.

'' Can I derive see you ? Are you home right now ? '' Anya did n't have sex why a tear was leaking from the corner of one eye. Why was she so upset ? Was it the simple fact that Kol did n't even trust her enough to share any of the details of his problems…problems apparently tied to his MMA career ? Was it the reality that, as much as he enjoyed spending time with her, he never seemed to truly confide in her ?

'' What 's going on, Anya ? low gear recite me that practically. Look, I 'm not even home. ''

Anya almost started to cry. She hated herself for it, but sometimes talking to your skilful friend opened up vulnerabilities you did n't want to admit you had…

'' I ca n't tell you over the phone, okay ? It 's too…awful. '' Too embarrassing. How did you tell your best friend ,'I just played the purpose of a sex striver in a kinky lovemaking session with the man of my dream, and then he walked out the threshold with hardly a word'?

'' All right wing, '' Lynn sighed. `` Are you at house ? Want me to add up to you ? ``

'' I 'm not at base. Let me present you the address. ``

'' Are you about to generate me the address of Mr. Full of Himself ? Because I have no sake in setting one foot on his property. None, fille. ``

Lynn thought that all MMA fighters had a buffalo chip on their shoulder, and worse yet, she believed that they were more likely to practice violence against their girlfriends. okay, all patterns considered, maybe she had a point. Maybe Lynn had a right wing to be skeptical and prejudiced in some ways. Still, Anya was n't in the humor to put up with it. Not right now.

'' Look, Lynn, I know we have n't exactly been keeping in signature lately, but you are still my serious protagonist. We 've been through thick and thin and all variety of foolishness in between, so all I 'm asking you, begging you, really, is to just be there for me right now. I could really use your advice, Lynn. I would n't be calling if I was n't absolutely desperate. Please ? ``

Anya heard Lynn 's voice change again. There was a softness to it that Anya had n't heard in weeks.

'' All right, girl. You want stand-in, you got backup. Give me the shit address. ``

And just like that, Anya 's promise flared back to life.

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To Be Continued…Part 2 approach Soon

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