Chapter 15

Come morning, I awoke to velvety wetness dragging in a slow swirl along my hard shaft. After prying my eyelids open, I stared in the dim light at Krista’s long, dark tresses fanned across my stomach. After a further slow swirl of her tongue, her magical lips slid over my knob to grip just beyond its rim. Again, that silken tongue glided.

To keep still? At her powerful suction, I groaned. Nope, no way was I remaining silent. She giggled, before sweeping hair aside to gaze up at me with a grin.

“Mornin’, sexy man,” she murmured before once more circling my aching cockhead with her tongue. It drew a thin ribbon of pre-cum from my slit. Her eyes glittered as she pulled it into her lips. At the slow swallow, I gulped.

“G-Good, um, morning.” I slid my fingers into her silky tresses.

Then froze as the image from last night slapped into my skull. Maksim’s thick digits clutching the same hair. As his ... Into her lips. Those lips. At my sudden tensing, she lifted from me with the grin sliding from her face.

It was time. All the questions.

“Are you...” Was that the right one to ask first? “Is Yuri treating you alright?”

“Yes.”

“He’s fucking you, isn’t he?” No point in beating around the bush any longer. Not that I didn’t already know the answer, but would she try to lie?

For a long while, there was only silence as she gazed at me, then my still-steely shaft, before staring at me again. With the color gone from her cheeks, she opened her mouth several times as if to reply. At last, she exhaled and nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“And you enjoy it?” How could my voice sound so calm as every nerve inside me ignited with a flurry of emotions?

“Yes.” At my sudden shaking, she released my shaft and slid upright to sit with her legs crossed. “On the yacht ... Um, we didn’t. Both he and that other guy, the banker, wanted to, but I said no. At last, I, uh, agreed to play with Irina. And, um, afterwards we ... Well, we, uh, took care of them.”

As words tumbled from my wife in a low monotone, everything but her moving lips faded into a red-tinged, pulsating blackness. So much heat flashed within me, sweat beaded along my hairline. Which was weird, as an icy deluge also flooded my twisting gut.

“But the clubs. God, they’re exquisite, Tom. All shiny chrome and soft lighting and ... Oh, baby, you’d have such fun there. The music. The drinks are watered down, except for Yuri and his friends. And, um, me.”

“You dance?” Again, not the best question, but it was all my spinning mind could fling towards her hazy silhouette.

“Um, yes.” She smacked her lips. “I do. With, uh ... Well, with Yuri, of course. And his—associates. It’s all very exclusive. Not just anyone can get inside. They, um, also have their wives and other, uh, girls. They’ve got these rooms. With enormous round beds.”

When she paused, again smacking her lips, every muscle in my body became steel. That icy in my core somehow chilled further. Oh, yeah, I was getting images. Ones I didn’t want to see.

“And, uh”—she gulped—”in the beginning Yuri let me just watch. But ... Baby, you know how I get. Or used to get. The sounds. And the smells. Umm, so hot. I’m not gonna blame weed or the booze.” Her hand found my still-hard pole, and I made no move to remove it. “But coke. Oh fuck, my whole body sizzles on that stuff. I lose control, Tom. I don’t mean to, but—”

“That’s where you fucked him?” shot from me as my brows screwed so tight my vision blurred.