Anya Stolnyheva was a lissome, athletic daughter of 18 or 19 with gorgeous breasts, long copper-flecked Brown University hair, and a face of elven-like beauty. Her cobalt-blue centre gave her an innocent looking at that only made men want to follow her that much more. Right now though, she was definitely taken…

How had Kolkev become her young man ? That first night remained a blur. Their meeting at the night club had been pure opportunity. The lady friend had seen him and thought 'Yum ,'but she had n't been prepared for his intelligence or his bullheadedness. Even now Anya still had niggling thoughts, after calendar month of dating him. She still did n't think she was good enough for him. Not because she was n't ache or rummy or beautiful. Anya knew she was all of those things. But despite all of it, this interracial martial arts ( MMA ) paladin was out of her league.

Kolkev Jaru was built like some weird hybrid of bull and behemoth. He had the strength of a bull, but his masculine form had the bighearted soma of a behemoth. His gigantic biceps and his six pack chest of drawers 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 organisation, his reputation had grown to something of a legend. Unlike other attack aircraft, he had n't been contentedness to just fight. He 'd worked on his pedagogy, 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 would n't matter.

Kolkev was a god, and that was the problem. Anya felt as if he did n't really experience her, or she him. He 'd taken many womanhood to his bed, but each time he 'd had to unwrap it off. Not because he 'd wanted to. Not because he did n't require to encounter that girl of his aspiration. No, it was because as a 'legend'and a 'god'Kolkev tended to pull in the great unwashed who were hungry to leech off his power, and not because they truly cared one whit about Kolkev the bare soul underneath. The mere mortal who had doubts and fears just like any other human being.

Anya wanted to be that little girl for him. That dream girl. The woman who had his back. But she did n't know how to break through all those stratum and roadblock he 'd built up over the old age.

So this night was definitely a milestone in their five-month family relationship. He 'd admitted to her about his occult fantasies. He loved to overtop his cleaning woman. He wanted more than just the vanilla sex she 'd been offering to him. Was she biz ? He had n't pressured her ; he 'd just given her that option.

Now, the girl knelt, completely nude, hands cuffed behind her rachis. She waited for her 'Master .'She waited for Kolkev to come home.

The theatre was a two-story amour with a wide patio off the spine that looked down a splosh embankment toward a forest, and from beyond the timberland came the sound of a rush river. This was the CO Rockies, a shoes where pristine wilderness was never too far away. Anya loved it here. She loved the peace of mind of it. It seemed odd, the direct contrast of the sounds of nature outside and the hammering of her trice in her chest as she waited for Kolkev to return dwelling.

Then it was time. She heard footsteps coming up the strawman walkway. Kolkev unlocked the door and stepped through. Anya took a consequence to appreciate her boyfriend/god. Kolkev had a compact face, but it was handsome in its own broken way. His nose was a footling big, but perfectly shaped. His eyes brimmed with charisma, bearing down on her with an intensity that made her blood pump that much debauched.

Kolkev 's eyebrows arched up. She 'd air him a schoolbook earlier hinting that there would be a 'surprise'for him when he got home. They 'd lecture about what this fantasy might necessitate. She was make for him. They had a prophylactic word. Now what would he do ?

'' Welcome home plate, overlord. How may this slave please you ? '' she asked.

The MMA battler slipped out of his workout shirt and pants, stripping naked within second base. 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 strait of it was more fell than the world. He looked into her eyes, his wickedness gaze heated with desire.

'' Are you sure you want to have sex the answer to that question ? '' His hand gripped her by the neck, but his unblock hand was already gently playing with her nipples…skimming across her breasts…sliding down her fluent belly to cup her sex with its light dusting of pubic hair.

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

The girl 's dreary optic flared desperately. `` You, passe-partout. I belong to you. ''

As if to pay back her, Kolkev leaned forward, passionately enveloping her mouth as his tongue slid between her lips to pillage, to taste. She let him. She felt herself melting against the wall as his tongue claimed hers. Her mammilla beaded up as his hand cupped each of her cones, massaging them gently as his blind drunk putz grazed her belly. The desolate brushing of that severe male duration sent a shake down Anya 's spine.

She looked down. Her center widened at the view of his gormandize humanness. It looked almost angry, pulsing with so a lot blood, set up to fuck her. But Kolkev 's expression softened. The MMA fighter hugged her tightly, tenderly, as he pulled her away from the rampart and lifted her into his arms bridal-style.

'' You 're so beautiful, '' he murmured. `` And your gift of reliance means so much to me. I am no-account that I got carried away just now. Are you okay ? I did n't anguish you ? '' She shook her head teacher no. He carried her effortlessly up the spiral stairway and set her down carefully on the queen-sized bed in the victor rooms.

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 English which few ever got to make love. 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 convinced tread as he prowled around the side of the bed. She lay on her back now, her carpus still cuffed behind her. Her branch were splayed all-inclusive, her pink pussy exposed to him. He slid onto the bed, and his palm rested on her puss. Softly. Possessively. He slowly began to rub his manus up and down, just enough to produce friction along her clit, not a great deal more.

The attractive missy bit her lip and felt her privileged muscles tighten up. foreplay coiled through her eubstance like a snake. Oh god. She was already getting wet. She fought back the urge to whimper like a helpless kid as her hips bucked forward into his thenar with an unspoken plea.

'' Did I say you could move, slave ? '' Her Master 's deal stilled on her fork. She looked at him, her eyes imploring.

'' Please, Kol. I want— ''

He slapped her across the brass, not a unvoiced smack. Not a damaging 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 Master, this slave understands. '' She was rewarded by the tactile property of his palm, so warm, pressing against her slickening sex again. She kept her muscles from clenching too toilsome, just letting Kolkev slide his palm as he rubbed up and down her pussy, a mephistophelian, tormenting rhythm that slowly coaxed her toward the superlative. Her sex began trickling with fluids. Her inwardness rate kept mounting, her nipples hard as small pink infield as they stood out on her chest. Her cuffed bridge player clenched up as she moaned.

'' Aaaaahhhhh ! ``

'' Do you like that, slave daughter ? Answer me. '' His one palm tree stayed against her clit, rubbing with a unbendable rhythm, while his other hand pried open her mouthpiece and gripped her lower jaw possessively.

She looked at him, her oculus glazed over with pleasure as his decoration ground into her button with even great dedication. She nodded, it was all she could do with his hired man on her face. He withdrew the hand and leaned down, forging a lazy trail of candy kiss up the slope of her neck opening, sucking on her ear lobe and whispering.

'' Do you want to CUM, my short slave ? Hmm ? ''

'' Yes Master. Please let me come up, '' she begged. He leaned over, pulling one slopped nipple into his mouth and giving it a fervent suck. champion tore through her chest. She arched her back, presenting her teat to him like an offering. He switched and began giving the other boob equal attending. Meanwhile his hand rocked against her chess opening, her slickening flock feeling the heat of his palm grinding back and forth, more and more firmly, back and Forth, rubbing feverishly…conquering her cunt, controlling her reaction.

That was when he did the unexpected. Suddenly Kolkev drew his hand back and then gave her twat a calculate slap.

'' AHHH ! ! ! ``

It was just severely 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 compounding of arousing anticipation and a sudden assault of maven driven her over a drop-off like Kolkev had just now. It was almost as if he knew her soundbox better than she did. She crooned loudly now, her hips thrashing as her kidnapping convulsed and flooded the plane with its pungent fluids.

Kolkev leaned down, lapping at her sex, hungrily drinking up her cunt ointment 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 death of thirst. Her to a fault sensitive slit could n't admit much to a greater extent of this. Her back arched even more drastically this clock time, her bosom aching as a fresh sexual climax tore through her inner plica, her muscles clenching and unclenching in a serial of muscle spasm joined by mind-obliterating pleasance. He sucked hard on her clit, not giving up, not letting up for even a 2d, forcing her to ride out one of the most intense orgasm of her Cy Young life.

'' OHHHH GOD YES ! OOOHHH nookie ! YES. Oh yes… Oh please, do n't stop. Oh my god, Kol ! Yes ! ! ! Uhhhh… '' Her overwhelmed body continued thrashing for a recollective while, her core galloping hard in her dresser as Kolkev kept right on slurping at her puss until he 'd swallow up the fresh rush of fluids, thoroughly to the last drop. He leaned back and then knelt between her legs. His blotto cock swayed a bit, the huge head teacher of that cock poised between her labia, just the header of his shaft barely touching her pussy.

'' You want this inside you, slave ? Tell me what you are. Are you my slave bitch ? Do I own your pussy ? ``

Still dazed in the happy wake of her sexual climax, Anya nodded vigorously.

'' You should SPEAK 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 original 's cock so that the bellying head snuck inside her.

'' I am your slave bitch, Master. This cunt is yours. Please fuck it. Please put your cock inside me, Sir. I 'm begging you. '' Anya loved the way those subservient words seemed to bring up her man 's libido. It was like she 'd just unlocked his coloured mystery, and now that orphic gave her a certain major power over him. The moment those subservient discussion escaped her lips, she watched Kolkev 's cock grow even longer and harder, if that was possible.

'' Fine, cunt, you get this stallion cock up your tight pussy. Now take it, bitch. pick out this stopcock. read it deep. '' He thrust into her, balls-deep in one brutal plunge.

Anya 's beautiful face scrunched up in jar. She gasped as she felt the fullness of his humanity driving into her like a hurled spear. His silky-steel calamus pounded her now. He put one helping hand around her neck, pinning her fountainhead to the bed, while his other hand fisted in her hair's-breadth. He fucked her like that, plowing into her with a steady, inexorable rhythm method, the slapping sound and smacking sound of their joining bodies, masculine piercing feminine, just filling the chamber. He could n't believe how tightly her twat hugged his shaft. Slowly but inevitably, those smacking sounds took on a squelchy-wet quality as Anya 's moistening slit accepted the dick which was hammering into her like a battering-ram, stretching her pussy until she could feel the tip of his pecker at her cervix.

'' UUuuhhh ! nooky ! You trivial slut. Your cunt feels like Shangri-la, '' Kolkev growled. `` What do you have to say for yourself, bitch ? Hmm ? ! '' His clench on her neck tightened, but not enough to cut off her air. She sputtered.

'' Fuck me strong, please Master. Fuck this pussy harder. This pussy belongs to you. Stretch it. Fuck it so hard I squeal. fuck me so hard and cum inscrutable inside me. arrogate my pussy as yours with your hot, sticky CUM. I need it inside me. All of it. Please superior. ``

'' You want all of it ? '' Kolkev roared. `` You think you can handle all of my cum, short slave ? '' He kept pounding into her, so violently the bed shook and squeaked, and his swelling egg jostled back and forth in a violent fuzz. His hand stayed tight around her slender neck, making it clear she was his helpless prisoner, completely under his strength. He leaned down, his lips pressed to hers. Her mouth opened like a blossom forth underneath him. Her natural language leapt out to fight his as she returned his kiss with equal fervor. She loved the feel of his hard, muscled dresser against her supple retinal cone, her sensible mammilla feeling jolts of pleasure as their trunk seesawed with the invariable, brutal piece of ass he kept giving her.

'' You think you are worthy of my cum, little slut ? Do you ? '' he growled. He gripped her by the mentum, forcing his fingers into her sassing. She sucked on those fingers with a loudly moan. It was hard to say anything perceivable, but she tried her best.

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

His fingerbreadth slipped free people of her mouth and then he was kissing her again. Their knife wrestled as she felt that cock dip deep into her core, stoking an inferno which pooled oceanic abyss in her stomach and counterpane to every single member until she felt like she just might break loose. Her au naturel body trembled underneath the brutal thrusts of the MMA combatant as he fucked her brains out. He fucked her without clemency, like an animal, like a primal animate being whose only need was to procreate. And meanwhile her subservient womanly nature responded. Her nipples pebbled up with such arousal as her cunt gripped his stabbing cock like a vice, milking his testicles toward the most exquisite finish imaginable.

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

Anya 's soft typeface contorted with pure, delirious joy. She clenched up on his penetrating length, that hot pulsing length stabbing into her with such indigence. `` Yes ! shag me to death, you bastard. nookie me hard ! '' she squealed. With his next thrust, he sent her over the edge, her pussy 's cramp lovingly gushing so much cream along the length of his shaft, until her nipping perfume coated every inch of his penis and even his formal. Meanwhile he could n't hold back.

He bellowed like a dying fauna.

'' oceanic abyss inside you, bitch ! '' was all he could scrape out between clenched teeth as his eyes rolled up, his testicles stiffening, and then the photoflood came. So often cum burst from the tip of his stopcock, deeply entrapped in her silky-soft and dripping-wet crimp. She groaned as she felt the hot, thickheaded squirt of cum fill up her snatch. Then the slender Russian girl went limp with expiation, sexual hungriness briefly sated, as Kolkev collapsed on top of her. His slowly softening manhood lay nestled inside her, his heavy mass draped across her like a tender blanket as he nibbled on her berm.

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

'' Lie still. '' She sighed with relief, glad to involve a total breath as Kolkev rolled off of her naked, sweat-sheened body and moved to catch a flannel. He rinsed it with warm water and proceeded to kneel between her legs, wiping her clean. All the spell he praised her, telling her how amazing she 'd been.

'' You are the rarest of jewels, '' he whispered, tossing the face cloth aside once he had finished. Her regard drifted to the plenty of his peter, still wet with their combined fluids, and his testicles too.

'' You 've cleaned me, Master. Now let me clean you, '' she said seductively. He sat with his back to the headboard as Anya 's slender frame contorted, her wrists still cuffed behind her backbone. Her mouth slipped over his pecker, sucking up the sweet mingling of juice into her oral fissure as she bobbed up and down. He sighed with a commixture of contentment and re-vitalized lust.

'' Too much to a greater extent of that, and I 'll have to fuck you again, '' he murmured. She smiled, moving off of his newly cleaned prick. Her tongue found his formal, 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 fleshly, dreamy pace. A sudden shaking on the nightstand robbed them of the moment. Anya sighed as Kolkev rolled away from her, grabbing his earphone. Kol 's vocalisation replied in urgent whispering to something his MMA agent, Dmitri Barzilai, was saying. When he hung up, his look had soured. He had a distracted look about him.

'' What 's wrongfulness, baby ? '' She tried to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down.

'' Stay here. Rest. I have to claim charge of something, but I 'll be back tomorrow morning. '' He leaned down and gave her a perfunctory kiss while his paw caressed her impudence. 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 phone call and he 'd become someone else. One sound call later, and it was as if their mesmerizing, scorching, time-eclipsing lovemaking had never happened. What had made Kolkev so upset just now ? Where was he going, and what could he possibly be doing that would acquire all night ? Did he have skeletons in his closet…or something far unfit ? She stood up and stumbled over to the early nightstand. She managed to grasp the key to the manacle and awkwardly free herself. The handcuff, designed as sex toy, came apart easily.

Now Anya snagged her phone and dialed the routine of her best friend since childhood. Lynn.

If anyone could give her some linear 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 terms, not since she 'd kept dating Kolkev against Lynn 's clamant advice. That had been what, nearly three hebdomad ago ?

'' Come on, Lynn. option up. Please beak up. '' Lynn had ignored unnumbered texts before, so why would calling be any different ? But it was. Anya felt her heart lurch with Leslie Townes Hope as a voice answered. Lynn 's. And though it sounded as dark as Kol 's face had looked arcminute ago, Anya did n't let it discourage her.

'' What the fuck do you want ? '' Fury and four-letter language, they were Lynn 's thing. The half-Irish, half-Italian little girl had a temper to oppose her ancestry.

'' Please do n't hang up. Look, I need…I really need your help. '' The scare in Anya 's voice seemed to mitigate the feeling of the female child on the other end.

Lynn was two yr older than Anya. She 'd always been the more responsible, less impulsive of the two of them. Lynn knew all about the messy, public break-ups suffered by Kolkev 's old girl. 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 clip Anya had been falling for Kol, and falling hard. She had been - those most severe two words in the English language - IN sexual love .'And so she 'd brushed off Lynn 's concerns. Lynn had n't appreciated it, not one bit. Lynn had said some blunt words, and Anya had called her some names, and other festering wounds had been brought back into the outdoors until…well, let 's just say their last conversation had n't ended with clinch and kisses.

'' Are you hurt ? '' Lynn 's mental 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 get along see you ? Are you home right now ? '' Anya did n't bed why a split was leaking from the corner of one eye. Why was she so overturn ? Was it the simple fact that Kol did n't even trust her enough to contribution any of the point of his problems…problems apparently tied to his MMA life history ? Was it the reality that, as much as he enjoyed outlay time with her, he never seemed to truly confide in her ?

'' What 's going on, Anya ? First tell me that very much. front, I 'm not even home. ''

Anya almost started to cry. She hated herself for it, but sometimes talking to your better Friend opened up vulnerabilities you did n't desire 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 unspoiled friend ,'I just played the theatrical role of a sex hard worker in a kinky lovemaking session with the man of my dreams, and then he walked out the door with hardly a word'?

'' All rightfield, '' Lynn sighed. `` Are you at home ? require me to come to you ? ``

'' I 'm not at home. Let me give you the savoir-faire. ``

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

Lynn thought that all MMA champion had a chip on their articulatio humeri, and worse yet, she believed that they were more belike to commit violence against their girl. Okay, all form considered, maybe she had a point. Maybe Lynn had a right to be unbelieving and prejudiced in some room. Still, Anya was n't in the climate to put up with it. Not right now.

'' Look, Lynn, I know we have n't exactly been keeping in spot lately, but you are still my best ally. We 've been through midst and thin out and all kind 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 despairing. 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 backup, you got backup. Give me the tinker's dam address. ``

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

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To Be Continued…Part 2 approaching Soon

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