TEN WAYS TO LOVE

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Makism Yahontov was the kind of man who made a woman wet just by looking at her and every man rush to give him his wife or mistress to please him and gain his favour. He stared out the window of his bedroom into the fading evening sunlight with his hands in his trouser pockets on the top floor of the beautiful cream and pale blue Art Nouveau mansion on the Alberta Iela in Riga, Latvia, one of the many homes the handsome young Russian Mafia Billionaire owned around the world. In the background the Russian news echoed from the TV hanging on the wall. j

“Police in the UK are still searching for the whereabouts of Maddison Hayes who disappeared from No. 10 Downing Street after a Cabinet meeting on Wednesday last week.The police are anxious to speak to her about the murder of junior minister, Philip Tranter whose body was discovered in her home after having revealed to newspaper, The Daily Web that she was the illegitimate child of London gangland boss, Wallace Williams who recently passed away.Miss Hayes is Minister for Security and Economic Crime.She has been implementing tough new rules to successfully tackle organised crime in the UK and has rumoured to have received numerous death threats after closing down several money laundering operations down in the UK under the new laws.Miss Hayes is due to take over as the Conservative party head and become Prime Minister in a month’s time when the current leader, Andrew Sinclair steps down.The Police are concerned for her safety and . . .”

Maksim turned hearing a knock at the door and picked up the remote from a table and turned off the TV.His close friend and aide, Nickolai walked into the room.Behind him a man in a suit followed leading a beautiful long haired blonde woman by the hand.

“Mr Berzina has arrived and is ready to make amends for not being able to repay his debt to you.He requests that you take his wife, Samanta for your enjoyment for the night in payment until he can raise the funds by tomorrow morning,”

Maksim sighed and put his hands back in his pockets then removed one to beckon them forward with his finger.Berzina looked nervous, he pulled his wife with him who appeared bewildered and equally as nervous.Maksim did not speak.Standing in a tight fitted white shirt that clung sexily to every tight sinew across his chest to highlight his tall lean athletic figure to perfection, he swept his dark brown eyes over the woman from head to foot taking in every dip curve and swell adequately displayed by the revealing red dress she wore.Maintaining his cold blank expression, he rubbed his hand around the neatly groomed beard around his mouth and jawline assessing her once more and nodded.

Maksim Yahontov was a man who demanded total submission to his need to dominate and if Samanta was disobedient then she would feel the firm flat of his hand against backside in punishment when he took her.

He looked at her small slender form moulded to perfection in her scarlet evening gown. Her bottom was full and pert and he longed to see it quiver and jump under the firmness of his hand. He was going to make sure both he and Samanta enjoyed the experience.

The man was relieved.“I will leave you alone.”

“No stay.Undress your wife for me.”

“But do you not want to be alone I . . .”

Maksim impatiently interrupted him.

“I said undress her.”

“Yes, of course.” He sounded very afraid just as he should have been.

The Latvian gave his wife an anxious look and moved to stand behind her as Maksim folded his arms and watched sternly.He began to slip the straps of her red gown down her shoulders. Suddenly she turned and pressed her hands into his chest.

“No, I can’t. It would be like betraying you. I just can’t. Stop, please.”

She reached for him and clung like a frightened child to his chest. Maksim was touched by vulnerability and her loyalty to her husband. For a moment Berzina put his arms around her and pulled her close, brushing his fingers along her neck to soothe her fear.

“I don’t consider it a betrayal.It is an honour. Think of it as your submission to my rule.” he whispered softly, trailing the tips of his fingers along her shoulder.

His voice was smooth, calm, seductive even but there was no mistaking the note of stern command. He expected to be obeyed without question.Maksim watched with approval.

“Your husband will stay and watch me enjoy your body,” Maksim told her.

She gulped and nodded.The woman clearly had not expected an audience least of all her husband but Maksim wanted to test Berzina’s loyalty further after his failure.

“Yes, as you wish Mr Yahontov,” she answered in a small fragile voice.Her husband smiled gently with reassurance although Maksim could see he wasn’t sure what he was really doing giving his wife away to another man.

“Let your fears go. Give me a visual treat. I want to see you enjoying Maksim’s touch and his mastery over your body. I want to hear you screaming with pleasure. It won’t be just your own climax you are feeling but mine as well,” her husband told her.

Samanta’s eyes were suddenly glassy.

“But it is betrayal. . .”

Berzina frowned.His nerve and patience with her now tested.

“Enough, woman. You will obey me.”

Samanta gave a shocked gasp when her husband startled her by gathering up the material of her long silk gown behind her and ripped the material. The noise was intoxicating. Maksim’s cock pulled tight as Samanta cried out and bucked helplessly, erotically against Berzina. He continued to tear the silky dress up her back until it hung in tatters.

Without mercy, Berzina pulled the torn material apart to the sides and bared the backs of her legs, bottom and back. She wore no underwear or bra and she was as naked as the day she was born underneath fully prepared for Maksim’s more intimate scrutiny. In response, she pushed herself against her husband’s body to hold on to the front of the gown to cover her breasts and vagina. Desperately she sought her husband’s protection in her nakedness in front of the Mafia Boss. But Berzina was to leave her in no doubt of his command over her as his wife.

He rested his palm against one juicy round buttock and squeezed it sharply. Samanta cried out with surprise.

“I have spoken of my wishes and I expect them to be carried out. If you do not give yourself to Maksim in my presence you will be dishonouring both myself and my family.I will disown you as my wife.”

Berzina raised the back of his hand away from her bottom to slap his wife across the face prompting Maksim into quick action.He reached for her hand and tugged her naked body forcefully to him out of range allowing the remnants of the dress to fall away.He gave a shocked Berzina a warning.

“Try to hit her again and I will kill you.Sit down by the bed and do not speak again.”

Berzina lowered his hand watching Maksim hold his wife back against him as he lightly trailed his fingers along the contour of her body.

“There are better ways to discipline a woman than beating her,” he told the man, his voice rumbling with anger as he continued his gentle caress to soothe Samanta.He remembered the when his father hit his mother when he was a child and he would not tolerate seeing another woman beaten in front of him.

“If you want to punish her for disobedience, spank her.”

Maksim turned Samanta fast in his hold so she faced him, rubbing her shaven pussy against his legs.She gasped when he pulled her even closer placing his arm tight around her waist forcing her to remain in position and press her full pert breasts into his chest.He cupped his hand over one pale buttock before quickly raising his hand to slap her bare bottom.She gave a yelp when his palm made contact with one cheek.He looked over her shoulder feeling her small slender hands hold on to his shirt as he struck the opposite one enjoying the way it jumped and quivered with the force of the impact.

Her husband watched mesmerised as her butt jumped and flushed a hot pink as Maksim diligently applied his hand making her bottom sting.

“Shh, there, there it will be over soon,” the Mafia Boss told her softly, a trace of humour hovering in his tone as tears spilled from her eyes onto his shirt.She buried her face against his chest and sobbed louder when he turned his attention to the tender pale backs of her thighs, striking them a little harder to colour them quickly.

Samanta’s red rump would provide an enticing view when he mounted her from behind and sunk his cock deep inside her.Another two slaps to her thighs ensued and then Maksim ended her punishment noticing that her husband was now hard.He grinned to himself behind her shoulder, kissing it gently whilst he gently rubbed her sore bottom feeling the stinging heat burn against his hand as she quietly sobbed like a child in his arms.He gave her neck a small kiss and then smoothed his large male palms down her back to comfort her before rounding them over her buttocks once more and down the backs of her hot thighs where he cruelly gripped her flesh and pulled encouraging her to open her legs.

“Good girl,” he applauded in a whisper slipping one of his hands in between them into her pussy.As expected he found her soaking wet after her spanking despite her tears.He stroked the petal pink lips lovingly intermittently nipping the small fragile bud resting between them.

“Good girl, Samanta, you are a lot calmer now. Are you now ready to obey your husband and allow me to fuck you?” he asked sternly.

She nodded her head against his chest, her tears giving way to small moans of unexpected pleasure.

“Yes, Mr Yahontov,” she told him meekly moving her pelvis seductively against the caress of his fingers.

Maksim kissed her cheek affectionately and then reached to pull her long black blonde from it’s pinned prison in a rough manner letting the pins clatter onto the wooden floor. Samanta moaned loudly as her silky hair fell like a waterfall down her cream back.

“I think kotonyok, you are wet and needy now,” Maksim said with a gentle chuckle.

He continued to stroke his fingers but made no attempt to penetrate her entrance, teasing it by circling the small hole, feeling the heat of Berzina’s eyes upon them as he did so.With another grin Maksim removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth.

They were thick with her creamy juice. He inhaled her tantalising musky scent and put out his tongue to lick at them to savour the taste as though it were nectar making her watch. Then unable to contain himself he plunged his fingers in to his mouth and sucked at his digits.

“Beautiful,” he said when he finished. “I think you are ready for me,” he told her with a satisfied sigh.“Now kneel before me and demonstrate your obedience,” he ordered firmly taking hold of her lone mane twisting her head to the side so he could look directly into her eyes as he spoke, making sure a little coldness returned to his tone.He had her just where he wanted.She nodded and began lowering her body to the floor whilst he kept hold of her hair using it like a leash.

Samanta pressed her naked body against Maksim and slid down his body to the ground, her hands wrapped around his legs. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes and began rubbing the tips of her breasts against his black trouser clad legs. She was a beautiful untamed sight.

Tightening his grip on her hair and winding the soft ash blonde strands around the back of his hand, he pulled down his zip and took out his cock.It was hard, long and throbbing.He pulled her up from his leg into a more upright position on top of her knees so that she was level with his length.

“Open your mouth wide, little one.”

Holding his penis, he pressed it against her closed cherry red lips until she obediently opened her mouth wide enabling him to thrust it deep inside her wet mouth.He pushed it to the back of her throat with one powerful thrust of his pelvis making her gag.He repeated the action liking the sound and moved his cock back and forth.Her tongue curled around the tip as she sucked him like an ice-cream trying to draw the seed from him.Pleasure and need for release rose fast and urgent but he was an expert at controlling his ardour and he slowed the pace, gripping her hair painfully tight as he did so, leaving her in no doubt he was in charge of his climax and not her.She raised her hands to hold him but he shook his head and pulled out of her quick.

Maksim took hold of her arms and raised her. He held her chin roughly expecting some hesitation and pressed his lips to hers, penetrating her mouth quickly with his probing tongue. She was to wrestle him for dominance at first but his strong male prowess was to triumph easily and with a gentle sigh she succumbed to his hard kiss. He lifted his hands to her breasts to squeeze and knead them, sharply pinching and stretching the nipples until she cried out. Then he bent his head to the puckered tips to suck and tease them. Gently he nibbled at them. Samanta pushed her hips against him attempting to mould her pussy on to his cock.

The Mafia Boss smoothed one of his hands down her flat stomach and stretched his fingers down into her pussy again.She was even more wet and welcoming. Her clit was full and large against his hand. He pinched it between his fingers at the same time he nipped at the tip of her breast.

Maksim decided to accelerate proceedings feeling his cock bulge. He caught hold of Samanta’s long legs and surprised the woman by lifting them up around his waist. Her heavy dampness rubbed against his unsheathed cock.The need to be inside her body became overwhelming.