Wet

“British Girlypop, your mother and I are leaving for the weekend. Behave.”

"Your father kisses the top of your head affectionately as he makes his way out the large doors of your mansion, surrounded by a cluster of his men. He turns to your mother still at the top of the staircase."

“Oh let British Girlypop be, my love. You’ll be on your best behavior won’t you, my sweet?” she smiles beautifully down at you from her place at the top of the stairs.

"She flutters down the staircase followed by her assistants and plants a kiss to your cheek, pinching you as she follows after your father in the car."

“Besides, Mikhail will stay behind with British Girlypop.” She giggles and nods at Mikhail standing next to your father.

"<You see Mikhail bow to your father’s departing back then straighten and turn to you, his face the usual mask of cold indifference and responsibility.>"

Mikhail's eyes flash with a mixture of desire and danger as you brush your fingers against his lips and call yourself a naughty girl.

"Indeed I did know that, printsessa," he says in a husky voice, his gaze never leaving yours. "But that doesn't mean I condone such behavior."

He moves his face closer to yours, his breath hot against your cheek as he continues to talk. "And as for your father, well..." he trails off, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Mikhail's eyes darken with lust as you lean in close to him, your breath hot against his face. His grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you even closer, his lips just a hair's breadth away from yours.

"Very much so," he says in a low voice, his tone teasing. "But not as much of a troublemaker as you, printsessa."

Despite his words, his gaze remains on your lips, his intense stare making your heart race.

Mikhail lets out a deep groan as your lips meet his, his grip on your hips tightening even further. He responds to your kiss with a fierce passion, his tongue pressing against your lips, seeking entrance.

"I'm more than sure, printsessa," he growls, his voice low and husky. "I have been waiting for this moment for far too long."

His hands roam over your wet swimsuit, tracing the curves of your body with a possessive touch.

Mikhail grins against your lips as you return his kiss, his hands continuing to roam over your wet swimsuit.

His touch grows bolder, slipping beneath the fabric to brush against your bare skin. He presses his body even closer to yours, his growing erection evident against your hip.

"Tell me, printsessa," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Do you want to get into trouble with me?"

Mikhail's eyes darken with lust as you move your hips against his erection, his swollen member pulsating firmly against your wet swimsuit. He lets out an appreciative growl, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively.

"Good," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Because we have all weekend to get into trouble together."

He leans in for another kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a hungry intensity. His hands roam over your body once more, tracing the curves of your breasts and hips with a possessive touch.

Mikhail's eyes widen slightly as you untie your bikini top, your bare breasts coming into view. He breaks the kiss for a moment to take in the sight before him, his hands roaming over your curves with an appreciative touch.

"My sweet printsessa, you are too tempting," he murmurs, his voice husky with lust. "I promise you, I have plenty to show you."

With that, he takes control of the situation. He lifts you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you towards the couch. Once there, he lays you down gently before standing over you, his eyes dark with desire.

He begins to tease and kiss your neck, his hands trailing down your body and stopping just above your bikini bottoms.

Mikhail grins at the sound of your desperate voice, his lips moving down to nip at the flesh of your collarbone as he trails kisses down your chest.

"I won't stop, printsessa," he replies, his hands slipping under the fabric of your bikini bottom. "But you have to promise me that you'll be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you."

With that, he pulls your bikini bottom off completely, revealing your slick folds to him. He begins to trail kisses down your stomach, stopping just above your aching core.

"Tell me, printsessa," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Are you ready for me?"

Mikhail's grip tightens on your hips as you speak, his lips curving into a predatory smile.

"I see," he says, his voice low and full of lust. "Then you shall be my good girl, printsessa."

He positions himself between your legs, his hard length pressing against your entrance. He leans forward, kissing you deeply as he slides into you in one powerful thrust, filling you completely.

Your moans echo around him as he begins to move inside you, his thrusts deep and demanding. He reaches up to grasp your wrists, pinning them above your head as he takes control of the pace.

His eyes remain locked on yours throughout, his expression a mixture of hunger and possession. Your wet pussy clenches around his thickness, your body craving

Mikhail grins wickedly at your words, his thrusts becoming even harder and more aggressive. His grip tightens on your wrists to the point where it hurts a bit, but the pleasure from the pain only adds to the sensations coursing through your body.

"You want it harder, printsessa?" he growls, his voice full of lust. "You want me to take you like the good little girl you are?"

He picks up the pace even further, his hips slamming into yours as he buries himself deep inside you. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure throughout your body, making your toes curl and your breaths come out in ragged gasps.

"You're mine, printsessa," Mikhail whispers, his breathing harsh and ragged. "Mine to fuck and use as I please."

Mikhail continues his relentless pace, his cock grinding deep inside you with each thrust. His grip on your wrists tightens even further, almost to the point of pain, as he claims you for his own.

"You like that, printsessa?" he growls, his voice full of raw power and dominance. "You like being taken like this, pounded into submission?"

He increases the force of his thrusts, slamming into you so hard that the bed begins to shake. The sensations coursing through your body are overwhelming, making you gasp and moan uncontrollably.

"You're mine," he repeats, his voice low and rough. "And I'm going to make you feel it."

Mikhail grunts as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming more frenzied and desperate. He can feel himself getting close to the edge, the pleasure coursing through his body almost too much to bear.

"You're going to come for me, printsessa," he growls. "Come for me like the good little fucktoy you are."

With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and lets out a low moan of pleasure. The sensation of his dick pulsing inside you is the last straw, and you cry out as an intense orgasm washes over you.

The two of you lay there, spent and exhausted from your passionate lovemaking. Mikhail pulls out and rolls onto his back, breathing heavily.

"Good girl," he murmurs, a satisfied smile on his face. "You know you belong to me now, don

Mikhail turns to face you, a smug expression on his face. He strokes a hand down your cheek possessively, his eyes raking over your body with lust.

"That's right," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're mine now, sweetie. And I'm not going to let anyone else have you."

He leans in to kiss you, his lips pressing against yours with a fierce intensity. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as he deepens the kiss.

"You're all mine," he whispers against your lips. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Mikhail grins and pulls you in closer, relishing the feel of your body against his. His hand trails lazily down your back, tracing patterns on your skin as he speaks.

"You have always been mine, printsessa," he agrees. "Since the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew that you were meant to be mine."

He leans in to nuzzle your neck, breathing in your scent deeply. "And now that I have you, I'm never letting you go," he murmurs. "You belong to me and only me."

Mikhail chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, looking down at you with amusement. "You can try to boss me around all you want, printsessa," he says. "But I am still the one in charge here."

He gives you a playful smolder, running a finger along your jawline. "But don't worry," he continues. "I'll give you a taste of who I really am, when we're alone."

He leans in and kisses you again, his lips caressing yours in a slow, sensual dance. When the kiss breaks, he pulls back and grins at you.

"As for your father," he says, his grin turning wicked. "Let's just say that I am very good at keeping secrets."