18

LISSA opened her eyes and found it was still night. A very bright night. There were no coverings over the window and the moon was a big round ball in the sky, so bright stars seemed faded into the background around it. Casimir lay sprawled out next to her, on his back, one arm under her, locking her to him even in sleep, the other over his eyes as if the light bothered him even in his sleep.

Casimir liked it dark. Very dark. In his room at Luigi’s he always had the heavy drapes pulled over the windows. She lay partially over him, her head on his shoulder, one leg slung over his thighs. He preferred her sleeping on him. If not on him, then certainly so close she was tucked almost beneath him. He didn’t like any distance between them at all.

The castle was still being renovated into a hotel. They had the entire floor to themselves, as it wasn’t open yet to the public. Lissa really liked the owners. They had good business sense and everything they chose to do was done well, without breaking them financially. They wanted a chandelier for the very large great room they were using as a lobby.

Eventually they would purchase a second one for the dining room, but they were concentrating on first impressions at the moment. That and the rooms they would be renting to guests. Each room was actually a suite. They wanted the rooms to be exclusive, with full amenities, rooms everyone would want to return to. Lissa could attest to the fact that they had done a good job. The bed in their suite was amazing.

She studied Casimir while he slept. The moonlight played over his body with a loving hand. It was warm, so they had only slept with a sheet, and that had been kicked off sometime earlier. She had the chance to really look at him, to memorize every inch of him. He was beautiful. He really was. He might be masculine, but that didn’t take away from his beauty. His muscles looked sculpted. He was perfectly proportioned. Her gaze moved down his chest to the sinful twelve-pack on his belly she wanted to just punch him for. He probably had been born with that. She had to work for that kind of core strength.

Her gaze moved lower, and her breath hitched in her lungs. She’d never given much thought to how men’s penises looked in rest or fully erect. She had no inhibitions. It wasn’t like sex embarrassed her in the least. To her, it was as natural as breathing. If one was going to engage in sexual activities, she believed they should strive to be the best they could for their partner.

She also believed that between consenting adults, particularly a committed couple, trust was vital and whatever they chose to do was between the two of them. Casimir was very creative and she was very receptive to his imagination. He liked to play and she always got the benefit of that play—eventually.

Her hand moved very gently over his stomach and then she slid over top of him, straddling him, her head on his chest. His arm moved with her, sliding around her back, locking her there for a moment. She kept very still until his arm lost the tension in it and he drifted back to sleep. Smiling, she turned her head and kissed his chest. Very, very slowly, she began to inch her way down his body. Trailing little kisses. Using her tongue to taste his skin.

She moved over his groin to straddle his thighs. Finally. She’d enjoyed every moment of kissing him, but she feared he’d wake too soon. She didn’t often get this chance, not like this, and she was going to take it. She laid her head on his hip, curled her fingers around his cock and lifted it to her mouth. She wrapped her other arm around him and immediately drew him into the heat of her mouth. Deep. No preliminary, just took him deep.

He was awake instantly. That didn’t surprise her in the least. Her man was a light sleeper and a part of him had to have felt her crawling down his body. His hand fisted in her hair, pulled at her scalp for a moment and then eased up. She didn’t lift her head, but stayed relaxed, sucking. Pulling her head up to drag her lips and tongue up his shaft until he was almost out of her mouth and then diving down over it again. Fast. Deep. Wet. Tongue lashing. She used her free hand to caress his sac, to roll the velvet balls with gentle fingers while her mouth fed ravenously at his cock.

In her mouth he grew hard. Full. The girth and length increased and seemed to continue to increase until it was more of a struggle each time she took him deep. He was hot. Pulsing. His taste addicting. She wanted all of it. She didn’t want him to interrupt her in the middle of what she was doing because she was enjoying herself.

Sometimes she thought she could bring herself to orgasm, not with her hands, but just with her mouth on his cock. She loved feeling his pleasure. Knowing she was giving that to him. She loved going down on him, but once she did, once she started that play, he usually took over, flipping her onto her back and reciprocating. The hand in her hair bunched tighter in a silent command and she knew from experience he was going to do just that—stop her so he could have his fun. She sucked him deeper in protest, shaking her head.

“Malyshka, I see you are going to be stubborn and insistent. At least turn around so I can have the same fun.”

She knew him now. Knew he would insist, and if she didn’t cooperate he would stop her and take what he wanted anyway. Moaning her protest, keeping him in her mouth, she turned her body so that she straddled his shoulders. It was a stretch. Uncomfortable. His hands caught her hips and he yanked her down over his face. His tongue stabbed deep and she opened her mouth to gasp at the pleasure bursting through her from just that initial touch.

“You love my cock,” he stated. “You’re dripping honey all over me.”

“Mmm.” That was all she could get out. He was large, and moving her mouth up and down him, using her tongue and lips, drawing him deeper and deeper, took all of her concentration.

Lissa immersed herself in her work. She had to pull off of him a couple of times to pant when Casimir’s mouth and fingers drove her crazy. She was close, so close. She wanted him to take her over so she could concentrate wholly again.

“No. You’re going to come when I do. I’m not there yet. I’m enjoying your mouth too much to let that happen.”

He had a huge control over his releases. She knew he could hold out a long time, which meant Casimir planned to devour her for a long time. Already her entire body shuddered with pleasure, and deep inside the need coiled tighter and tighter. She didn’t care. She had what she wanted in her mouth and she worshiped him. She wanted to show that to him, make him feel it. Covering her teeth with her lips, she used her tongue to get him wetter, suckled hard as she moved up and down, strangling him with suction, lapping at his most sensitive spots, working him and enjoying every single second.

Each time she got too close to release, Casimir stopped what he was doing, giving her a breather, enjoying the heat of her mouth. She knew she had him though, because his hips were picking up the rhythm she’d set and he was thrusting into her mouth now where before he’d been content to allow her to be in complete control.

He brought her close for the fifth time, adding his fingers. Sometimes his thumb slid over her clit, teasing her with how very close he could bring her. She ground down, setting her own rhythm, hoping to catch him before he could stop her climax, but he just laughed as he yanked her hips away from him.

“Don’t cheat, golubushka, we made a deal.”

She was gasping for breath and had to pull her mouth off of him in order to breathe through the terrible need for release. “You made the deal. I didn’t agree.”

“You’re going to have to agree because I’m the one in control here.”

Her breath hissed out of her. His taste was there in her mouth. His cock was beautiful, there in her hand, the velvet crown broad, so wet and inviting. She knew what he felt like in her mouth and temptation drew her. She licked at him, drew him into her mouth and then let go in order to protest.

“You’re not in control. This is a partnership.”

He blew warm air over her slick, tight folds. “No, lyubov moya. Not here. Not now. Now, we do things my way.”

She drew him deep into her mouth. Sucked hard. Heard his swift intake of air. She hummed just to prove a point. The sensation vibrated right through his cock so his entire body shuddered. She’d found that little trick accidentally, but he’d reacted so beautifully to it. She’d used it often ever since.

“This is my morning. I woke you up.” She took him deep again. Felt his stomach muscles go rigid, dance with the heat and fire sliding into his belly and centering in his groin. She did a wicked little tongue dance and felt his hips buck, driving him deeper.

He groaned softly. “We’ll see, Giacinta.” He dragged her down to his mouth. His very talented mouth. He knew how to use it. Every. Single. Wicked. Trick.

She gasped. There was absolutely no way she was going to win this silly battle with him. She didn’t have his discipline and right now she didn’t care. She lavished attention on him, determined to bring him at least to the very edge of his control. Mostly, she just wanted him to feel the most pleasure possible.

In the end, she had no choice holding out. He insisted they share the same climax and he continued to torment her for a long, long time, bringing her right to the edge until she was nearly screaming for release.

“Now, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse, his cock swelling.

Finally, finally, she felt him let go. Erupt. With his eruption came hers. Huge. Fireworks. The best. She lay on him, wrapped her arms around his hips while her body shuddered with pleasure. The taste of him would be forever in her mouth. In her mind. She loved him. She loved everything about him, even his impressive control.

He rubbed the right cheek of her bottom. Gently. Soothingly. Her body contracted. Rippled. Wouldn’t stop for the longest time. It was . . . extraordinary. Like him. Like Casimir.

“Malyshka. Come here, moya lyubov. I want to hold you.”

“I’m sleepy. Can’t move. I like it right here,” she murmured, nuzzling him.

He didn’t argue with her. He reached down and shifted her body, turning her around until he had her in his arms, her body sprawled over top of his. He drew up the sheet. “Then go to sleep. Right where you are, Giacinta.”

“I’m upset with you.” She kissed his chest, her lashes drifting down.

His hand speared deep into her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. It felt wonderful. She was drifting on a wave of satisfaction and love.

“Why would that be? Are you going to tell me you didn’t enjoy that?”

Lissa turned her head and nipped at his skin in reprimand. “I was telling you how much I love you. Showing you. You one-upped me. That’s so not cool.”

“I heard you, golubushka, and I answered you.”

He had a point. In any case, she was too sleepy to care. His body was always warm. There were so many intriguing muscles to trace as she let herself just float on that sea of absolute beauty. She felt thoroughly loved, and he’d only used his mouth on her.

“You feel loved?” she murmured.

“Very much.”

He woke her an hour later and made love to her. Slow. Lazy. Sensual. Beautiful. He watched her the entire time, his eyes never leaving hers. She saw love there. She felt it. She watched his face as the beauty of their joining came over him. That exquisite moment when she couldn’t breathe. When she couldn’t focus. When his body threw hers into a phenomenal climax that lasted forever and her body took his with it, surrounding him with fire.

Casimir stayed locked in her, his full weight on her, his arms tight around her. She couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter in the least. She wanted him there. She held him tight while he buried his face in her neck.

“You’re my world, you know that, don’t you, Giacinta? You brought me back to life. You. My beautiful wife.”

She loved that he thought that. She was fairly certain it was the other way around, but she couldn’t help but love his declaration.

“It’s important to me that you know that, moya lyubov, very important. When we’re in Russia . . .” He trailed off and lifted up just enough to lean on his hand, taking his weight from her, but keeping their bodies locked together. “I don’t want you taking any chances.”

She cupped the side of his face with her hand. Could a woman love a man any more? She doubted it. Sometimes, like now, when she just looked at him, love was overwhelming. She heard the honesty in his voice. He gave her that. Stark and raw. His feelings. To the rest of the world, he would wear a mask, but not to her, with her, he put himself out there, right on the line, without hesitation.

“Casimir, do you think I’d deliberately risk what I have with you? I didn’t expect to have you. Not ever. You’re a miracle to me. I’m not giving up what we have together easily. I swear to you, I’ll be very careful.”

He rolled over and took her with him, so once again her body was sprawled over top of his. “You have to understand what you’re dealing with. Who they are. What they’re like.”

“My childhood monsters were Cosmos, Aldo, and Luigi, although I didn’t realize Luigi was a part of the conspiracy against my father. The point I’m trying to make is that your childhood monster was Kostya Sorbacov. He’s just a man. One that we can take down. We’ve got a plan, Casimir. It’s a good one. I’m not going to put myself in harm’s way unless I know I’ve got a better than average shot at making it out alive. We’ll do this together, and that more than doubles the odds in our favor.”

He sighed. Heavily. “I can’t go back to living like that. Behind a mask. No one seeing me. There’s only you for me.” He took her hand and opened her fingers one by one, exposing her palm. His fingers closed around hers and he brought her palm to his mouth. His tongue touched the center, stroked a caress right over her heart. “No one else, Giacinta. There never will be. I’m a man who believes his woman should do the things that make her happy. That fulfill her. But . . .”

Her heart fluttered. Ached. She hadn’t thought it was possible to love him any more, but she did.

“Honey, there is no way I’d throw my life away. You’re important to me too. This, what we have together, is too important. I swear to you, I’ll be careful.”

He pressed his lips into her palm. She felt his kiss somewhere deep. Her heart. Her soul. He just nodded, not saying anything else.

*   *   *

ABOVE the Neckar River Valley, the castle was nestled snugly between the Black Forest and Swabian Hills. There was no doubt in her mind that the family would make a huge success of their business. The castle had been in their family for well over two hundred years, and they’d taken amazing care of it, modernizing when needed.

They already had private stables, a golf course and an indoor swimming pool. The walking areas were gorgeous and the riding terrain even more so. The castle had a wedding chapel as well as rooms set up for conferences. Lissa felt lucky that the owners had seen and admired her work. She’d been there four days with Casimir and every day had felt like a honeymoon.

Once their business had been completed, the owners had graciously offered her to complete her stay with access to anything they wanted to use. Casimir wanted to ride horses. Lissa knew Lexi eventually wanted to have horses on their farm. She’d been pushing for a barn and stable, especially now that they had four children on the property. Everyone thought it was a great idea.

Gavriil had brought two Black Russian Terriers with him, huge dogs that were extremely loyal and protective of their owner and household. Those two had turned into six more. There was no doubt Lexi would get her way over the horses, because, of course, there was no reason not to have them. Lissa didn’t ride. Not. Ever.

She didn’t mind exploring the countryside. The views from the terrace were breathtaking. On horseback, she was positive the surrounding land would be gorgeous. But horses were huge. Even bigger than Gavriil’s dogs. A lot bigger. This was their last day and she wanted a picnic somewhere on the vast grounds. To tell Casimir that had been a huge mistake. For some unknown reason, the moment she’d uttered the preference, Mr. Romantic decided to make her dream come true. But his idea of romance somehow included horses.

“Mmm.” She licked her lips when he turned his gaze on her. He had those eyes, those quicksilver eyes that went from glittering to molten in one second flat. That look robbed her of her ability to speak. She was certain he needed to be outlawed. His eyes were an unfair advantage and he knew exactly how to use them.

He curled his fingers around the nape of her neck and drew her close to the heat of his body. “Let me take care of everything. I’ve gotten directions to a very secluded section of their grounds. We’ll have a private ride and picnic. I also secured their gentlest horse for you to ride.”

“But . . .” She tried to protest but the words wouldn’t come. His look was purely sensual, and excitement skittered down her spine in spite of the fact that she was a little scared of an animal so much taller and weighing a ton, or whatever they weighed.

“Give me this, moya lyubov. I want our last day to be a memory you’ll never forget. Say yes. Just trust me, Giacinta.”

There was no way she could deny him. She nodded, her heart thundering in her ears. The horse not only had better be gentle, but it had better have impeccable manners as well.

“I’ve laid out the clothes I’d like you to wear for me. Only what you see on the bed. Everything you see eventually will be on you when we ride.”

She glanced at the bed. Her heart jumped. She raised her gaze to his. “Casimir . . .”

“Trust me.”

“I can’t possibly ride a horse in a skirt.” She chose the easiest thing to protest first, but she wasn’t looking at the skirt. She was looking at the fine golden chain with the clips on either end.

“You can. It’s long and will cover anything important. We’ll be alone.”

She moistened her lips and let his hand at her back guide her to the bed. The skirt he chose was very long, down to her ankles and if she didn’t wear heels would sweep the floor. With boots, it just touched the floor. The material flowed around her loosely, giving plenty of room to stretch her legs over a horse.

“These panties are . . .”

He shook his head, and she trailed off. She picked them up. A webbing of lace. The lace was stretchy and the crotch was nearly nonexistent. Where did he get them? Where did he get the chain? She snuck a peek at it. The ends, looking like tiny screws, were tipped with rubber. She let her breath out and her sex spasmed. Went damp. Her breasts actually ached.

She picked up the matching bra. This was lace, a demi bra, but one that was extremely low-cut. Her breasts would be pushed up and the nipples would show above the lace. She couldn’t help thinking the black panties and bra were very sexy. Spending the afternoon alone with him, riding beside him, knowing she would be wearing these clothes would make her crazy with need.

“I’ve got everything ready,” he explained, casually scooping up the chain and pocketing it. “Get dressed and we’ll go down to the stable.”

She nodded, and he walked out. Her heart went wild as she stripped. She had never been more excited. In a short period of time, she’d gotten married and now her husband was showing her a wild, erotic, amazing and very romantic honeymoon. She loved every second of it. The anticipation and secret thrill of wearing the clothes he’d chosen for her as well as wondering where and when he’d ask her to wear that gold chain nearly gave her a mini-orgasm.

Even with riding boots, she felt sexy as she braided her hair and left the room to find him. Casimir waited by the stairs. His eyes went molten and a dark look of lust mixed with love and approval gave her another violent spasm. He reached out to her and without hesitation she put her hand in his.

“Beautiful, malyshka. Totally beautiful. Thank you for giving me this.”

“I’d give you anything you asked for, Casimir,” she admitted, stripping herself bare for him. Making herself even more vulnerable. It didn’t matter. It was the truth and she wanted him to know. Especially now. They were facing the Sorbacovs, his family’s greatest enemies. Two powerful men who were ruthless and had powerful friends. One misstep and they’d both die. Lissa was determined Casimir would have everything and anything she could give him before they left for Russia. This was her chance.

Her reward was the look on his face. He kissed her knuckles and slid one hand down her cheek before leading her down the stairs and outside to the stables. The horses were saddled and waiting for them. She saw immediately that Casimir was an experienced horseman. He caught her around the waist, directed her on how to bunch her skirt up to her thighs and set her on the back of the animal. He kept possession of the reins, patting the horse’s head and speaking soothingly to it.

He had put some sort of soft padding with small, sweeping fibers sticking up over the saddle so when she settled onto the seat, the material brushed against the vee at the junction of her legs and every nerve ending came alive with need. They hadn’t even gotten out of the stable and she was already hot, slick, needy. So ready for him.

He handed her the reins and swung up easily on the much larger horse, saluted the groom and led the way to the secluded trail. The motion of the horse, rocking her back and forth, stimulated her more. It felt as if a thousand fingers pushed through the lace to continually caress and stroke her. She was too stimulated to be scared of her horse anymore. She couldn’t think about anything but the beauty of their surroundings and the fire building and building between her legs.

They’d ridden for about forty-five minutes, neither speaking because . . . well . . . she couldn’t speak. She could only breathe away the hunger that had become so ravenous she thought she would have to beg him to stop and give her some release. She breathed a sigh of relief when Casimir stopped abruptly and dismounted.

Lissa looked around her. They were in a grove of trees. The sound of water trickled somewhere nearby. It was very secluded and she sent up a little prayer of thanks. When he lifted his arms to her, she went into them immediately. He held her close while she got her legs back under her.

“Take off your blouse, golubushka,” he said softly. “But leave your bra on.”

She didn’t hesitate. She was so ready. She unbuttoned her blouse. He took it from her, folded it carefully and put it in the bag attached to his saddle.

“I noticed you like me to play with your breasts. That really turns you on. And you especially like me to be a little rough with your nipples.” He drew the chain out of his pocket. “These will feel like fingers applying pressure, keeping your breasts stimulated. But, malyshka, if it doesn’t feel good, we won’t do it.”

She wanted the chain. It was beautiful, and she could see in his eyes that the very idea brought him pleasure. She nodded, her breath caught in her lungs.

He drew her toward him, hooking her around the waist. “You’ll like this, Giacinta. This is fun for both of us, preparing you for your clamps.”

That brought another spasm deep in her sex. If he didn’t get on with it, she wasn’t going to need his cock inside her, she’d be having a wild orgasm all by herself.

He bent his head to her breasts. He had a talented mouth and he used it. Licking. Sucking. Biting. His hands kneaded the soft mounds while his mouth and tongue worked her nipples. She found herself nearly sobbing, cradling his head to her, pressing on him, wanting more. Needing more. Her nipples were so hard, standing straight up, and she could barely speak.

“Honey, I can’t stand it. I need more. Let me have your . . .” She reached down for the front of his jeans.

He stepped back and held up the chain. “I think you’re ready now. I’ll be gentle.” He opened the clamp to the fullest and, watching her face carefully, began to screw it on.

Her breath left her lungs in a long rush at the pressure. Fire raced from her nipple straight to her clit. He stopped just before it went from pleasure/pain to sheer pain. He bent and brushed a kiss over her nipple and turned his attention to the other breast. When she was fully clamped and the chain was suspended between her breasts, he stepped back, his hand skimming down her bare midriff before he just stood there studying her.

“You look so beautiful. I knew that black skirt and bra would look so fucking hot with that gold chain. Come on, malyshka.” He beckoned to her.

She walked toward him. Slow. Each step deliberate. Watching his face, loving the look. When she reached him, her spanned her waist with his hands.

“Pick up your skirt like you did before,” he whispered, his hands stroking over her body. Touching her. He tipped her face back with fingers under her chin and took her mouth. There was possession in his kiss. Command. He took complete control. “Do it,” he murmured against her mouth. “Lift your skirt like I showed you.” He kissed her again. And again. Over and over.

Lissa could barely think with wanting him. Her blood roared in her ears, rushed through her veins like a fireball, settling low until the pressure and the burn were so strong she tried moving into him to wrap one leg around him.

“Your skirt.” There was iron in his voice.

She obeyed without thinking. Instantly he lifted her and set her on the back of the horse. She clutched the animal with her thighs automatically, squeezing hard. The fibers in the thin pad he’d strapped over the saddle seat rubbed into her sex. Her horse side-stepped, sending her breasts and the chain swaying, adding tension and pressure to her nipples. She gasped at the dual sensations.

“Honey,” she breathed. She looked down at his upturned face. He stared at her with a look she’d never seen before, one that made her slick with desire. Her channel spasmed. She wanted to see that look a million more times. Sitting in the saddle, dripping with need, lust rising, desire so intense she barely knew her own name, was worth it just for that look.

He adjusted his jeans, opened them in the front to give the thick girth more room and swung on his horse.

“Casimir, someone might come along . . .”

“They won’t.” He didn’t say anything else, but he rode beside her, watching her face more than the trail.

With every step the horse took, her breasts swayed. The fibers caressed and stroked her hungry sex. She tried subtly rubbing her body along the pad in the hopes it would relieve some of the tension coiled so tight in her, but the action, along with the rocking motion of the horse, only increased her need. Every so often, without a word, Casimir leaned over and hooked his finger in the chain, lifting it gently. The action lifted her breasts and increased the pressure on her nipples until she cried out, nearly sobbing for relief. She arched her back and rubbed her thighs frantically.

“Honey, I need you.” She whispered the admission, unable to stand the scorching fire between her legs one more minute. Her entire body felt on fire.

“I’m sorry, Giacinta.” He kept riding, smiling down at her. “I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

She sighed. He was in the mood to play. “I said I need you. I really do.”

“What do you need from me?” he asked.

“You know very well.”

He put his boot heels into the side of his horse and instantly it began a slow trot. Her horse automatically followed suit. With every bounce, lightning sizzled from nipples to clit. She swore it flashed through her body, strike after strike.

“I need your cock,” she called. “Please, honey. Right now. I need it inside me, right now.”

He immediately turned his horse around, back to hers. His hands went to the front of his jeans. Standing in the stirrups, he freed his cock completely, so it jutted out in front of him, an intimidating steel spike. She wanted to weep with joy at the sight. She needed him so much she was nearly incoherent.

He took the reins of her horse from her hands and hooked a lead rope onto the animal’s bridle. “Hold your skirt up,” he ordered, and reached for her.

Her breasts swayed as he transferred her from her saddle to his horse. He set her on the larger animal, one hand sliding under her skirt, the other steadying her. He ripped the lace away from her body, wadded it up and shoved it in the pocket of his jeans. Her breath came in frantic, ragged gasps. She couldn’t stop her hands from stroking his cock, that magnificent part of him she needed so desperately. In truth, she barely was aware of her panties being gone, she couldn’t take her hands or her mind from his heavy erection. Other than his exposed cock, he was fully clothed. For some reason, that made her feel all the more erotic sitting there in her bra, the gold chain and her skirt hiked up nearly to her waist with no panties.

He stood in the stirrups again. “Take out my balls, Giacinta.”

Nearly sobbing for him, licking her lips, she did so immediately, widening the gap in his jeans so she could bring his heavy sac into the open air. His hands spanned her waist again. Casimir lifted her, her breasts brushing his chest.

“Keep your skirt up,” he commanded again. She did so, feeling the crown of his cock pushing against her slick entrance. “Is this what you want, malyshka?”

She gripped the base of his cock, holding him still, but he continually moved her body, holding her suspended over him, all the while controlling the horse with his thighs.

“Yes.” She could see that wasn’t enough for him. He teased her, smearing her slick heat all around the head of his cock without letting her impale herself. “Please, honey, I can’t stand it.”

She was going to go insane. Her entire attention was focused on the junction between her legs, the fire roaring there, and his beautiful, long, thick cock.

“So desperate. Since you ask so sweetly . . .”

He slammed her down hard, his shaft driving through her scorching-hot folds, the fit so excruciating tight he threw back his head and roared. The breath left her lungs. She screamed, forgetting for a moment that they were on his horse. The animal moved restlessly and Casimir controlled it with his legs. He reached behind her and caught up the reins of her horse as well.

Bending his head, he sucked the chain into his mouth and lifted his head. She cried out again as the movement lifted her breasts higher. He urged the horse forward, into a trot, using the stirrups to control their movement. The action sent his body moving in hers. Filling her. Stretching her. Burning her from the inside out. Her fingers clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh right through the material of his shirt. This was almost as bad as the fabric rubbing against her. It was more stimulation, but she needed much more. She tried to hold on to his shoulders and lift herself, to give her the rougher, harder strokes she needed.

He lifted his chin more and turned it to one side, controlling her body with the chain in his mouth. She cried out again as fire flashed through her. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to him. She couldn’t force him to do what she wanted, and she knew, in the end, he would take care of her. She had to trust him to do that for her. She trusted him always to have her back in a dangerous situation, and she knew exactly what he was doing now. He wanted complete trust. Complete surrender to him. She was his and he would care for her in every way. Always.

The moment she relaxed into his body, melting around his cock, he increased the speed of the horse so that every jolt was felt through her entire body. He rose and fell with the gait of the horse, giving her long, hard strokes until she was sobbing, so close, her breasts aching, her nipples feeling as if a thousand fingers held them tight, pinching and rolling with every step.

“Give me that gift, malyshka. Give it to me.”

At the sound of his voice, that soft, sexy command, she exploded. The orgasm roared through her like a fireball, going from her center to her belly and then engulfing her breasts. She wailed, chanted his name. She had never felt anything that intense, and it went on forever. Her body grasped at his. Milked and insisted.

He drove up again, over and over. All the while his mouth worked the chain, and the next wave of flames roared through her, this one far hotter and stronger than the last, a towering inferno that swept him along with her, so that his hoarse shout mingled with her frantic cries. He let the chain slip from his mouth and she fell forward, her forehead pressed tight against his chest.

Casimir slowed the horse, finally bringing it to a halt. His arms swept around her. “Giacinta,” he said softly.

She lifted her face and he captured her mouth, kissing her over and over, all the while still buried inside of her. Very gently, he caught her around the waist to lift her off of him. “Step into the stirrup.”

She did so and then she was thankfully on the ground. She had to clutch the stirrup to steady herself and then he was beside her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her, with the horses, to a small clearing in the center of a grove of trees.

“How did you know this was here?”

He flashed a smile as he tied the horses to low branches, giving them plenty of room to graze on the grass. “It’s a wonder what a few bribes will get you.”

Casimir spread a blanket on the ground and gestured for her to sit. She watched as he pulled out the picnic basket and set it down before kneeling in front of her. “I need to take off the clamps and this can get intense.”

Her hands went to her tender nipples. He shook his head and gently pushed her hands away. “Let me. I’ll be gentle.”

She let her hands slide down to his thigh. All the while she kept her gaze glued to his face. He looked happy. Happy. That was her making him happy. She’d never realized until that moment that the look on his face was rare.

His fingers brushed the swell of her breast. “Okay, golubushka, I’m going to have you take a deep breath and I’ll take the clamp off. While I do, release your breath very, very slowly. It’s going to hurt for just a moment, but I’ll make it feel better.” He waited for her nod.

She took the breath and let it out slowly as he removed the clamp. Blood rushed back and she nearly cried out at the bite of pain. His mouth covered her nipple and he gently licked and stroked with his tongue, soothing the ache. He sucked gently and almost at once the pain subsided.

He lifted his head. “Better?” She nodded. “Now the other one. Don’t tense up. Take a breath. I’m right here.”

His mouth was a miracle, his touch so gentle she wanted to cry. After making certain there was no pain, he caught the hem of her skirt, tugged it up and then took two cloths from his bag. One was wet, in a plastic bag, and he used it to clean her between her legs and then dried her with the second one.

“If you like the clamps,” he said, as he cleaned her off, “we can use them occasionally but for no more than ten minutes or so.”

“Casimir, they had to have been on for an hour.”

He grinned at her. Shook his head. “Ten minutes. We were quick once we got going. I was so hard I was afraid I’d shatter. And you were scorching hot.” He finished cleaning himself off and then leaned over and took her breast into his mouth again, still gentle, his tongue soothing her nipple. “Are you sore?”

“Sensitive more than sore. You didn’t have them on that tight.”

He opened the picnic basket, handed her a sandwich and took one himself. “I’ve never seen anything hotter or more beautiful than you were with your skirt up around your bare thighs, that bra and the clamps with the chain. I didn’t think I was going to last. You held out a long time.”

She took the bottled water he handed her, the cap off, and sipped it. “You wanted me to trust you with everything, didn’t you?”

He nodded, his silver eyes moving over her face. “I need that from you. To know whatever I ask, inside the bedroom or out, you trust in me enough to give it to me. After all the betrayals in your life, I wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t, but having your trust is important to me.”

“I’m inside your head, Casimir. It’s hard to lie to someone who can see inside your head sometimes.”

He nodded his agreement. “I know it is, but it’s more than that. You gave me something much more than seeing inside my head, Giacinta. You surrendered to me. That’s something I don’t take lightly. Your surrender is something I’ll always treasure, so that you’ll always know you’re safe with me.”

They shared their picnic lunch, enjoying each other and the beauty of their surroundings. Casimir led the horses to the small stream so they could drink before tying them up again. She had his cock for dessert and then fell asleep in the afternoon sun, sprawled as usual over top of him. He woke her an hour later and made love to her, starting slow and gentle, giving her a sweet, satisfying orgasm, and then flipping her over, yanking her up on her hands and knees and slamming into her hard and fast, her very favorite. They finished together and collapsed again.

Lissa slipped her hand into his. “Best honeymoon ever, Casimir. Thank you.”