Read Online A Russian Bear by CB Conwy - Free Book Online

no, don’t cover yourself up. I know that it’s scary, and it will hurt. But remember how hard you were when I pinched your nipples. You liked that, didn’t you?”
    Tom swallowed. “Yes.” Impossible to lie about that. But his balls...
    “When I’ve done that, I’ll fuck you. If it’ll be painful for you or not depends on what I feel like in the situation. I might decide to open you up a lot.”
    Tom nodded. A hard fuck he could cope with. He drowned out the little voice that pointed out that screaming orgasms didn’t exactly fall under the category of ‘coping.’
    “Tomorrow morning, I might fuck you again, if I feel like it -- and if you’re able to do it. And, of course, I’ll take a blowjob any time I feel like it.” Now Mischa had that predatory look in his eyes again. “You will get a spanking, though, so you can be sure to have that to look forward to.”
    There were way too many thoughts in Tom’s mind right now. “A spanking?”
    “Yes. An old-fashioned, over my lap spanking. You’ve never had one of those?”
    Tom could only shake his head, not entirely believing what he heard. “Never, sir.”
    “Then it will be a new and no doubt exciting experience.” Mischa sounded far too cheerful. “Now, let’s go into the bedroom.”
    Tom got up and followed, for a moment dizzy with nerves. His head cleared, though, and he steeled himself, following Mischa into the bedroom. Mischa had already pulled down the covers, only leaving a couple of pillows on the large bed.
    “Lie down,” Mischa commanded. With an effort, Tom followed the order, his heart beating so fast. It suddenly seemed like there wasn’t enough air in the room. He didn’t take his eyes off Mischa when the man undressed, needing to think of something other than his own fear.
    The Dom looked strong and confident, like someone capable of using his body exactly like he wanted. It was sexy; the only problem was that what he wanted right now scared the shit out of Tom. Mischa walked toward him and climbed onto the bed, sitting down next to him. “Spread your legs.”
    Tom obeyed, his breathing and heartbeat almost drowning out Mischa’s words. He gulped for air. Mischa bent over him and took hold of his balls. Tom’s breath caught in his throat, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. “Wait! Yellow! Yellow!”
    ***
    Mischa quickly let go of Tom’s balls and lifted the boy’s upper body, easing his wheezing breathing.
    “What’s wrong, Tom? Tell me what’s wrong,” Mischa ordered. The boy got a couple of real breaths into his lungs, and then Mischa suddenly had a gasping boy clinging with all his might to Mischa.
    “Scared! So scared, sir.”
    Mischa sat back, hugging Tom in a firm embrace. “It’s okay, boy, you’re fine now.” Tom’s breathing was easing up a bit, but he was still gasping, and Mischa gently rubbed his back. “Just breathe for a bit. You’ll be fine.” The boy held on a little longer, and then he tried to get loose.
    “No, just sit with me for a bit.” Mischa held on. “How do you feel?”
    “Stupid, sir. I’m really sorry.” Tom was mumbling into Mischa’s shoulder, hiding his face.
    “No, don’t answer with your brain, boy, answer with your body. How does it feel to sit like this?”
    Tom was quiet. “It feels really good, sir. Safe.” His voice was soft.
    The honesty hit something deep inside Mischa. Something he refused to think about right now.
    “You did so well.”
    Tom leaned back, and this time Mischa let him. He looked disappointed. “I didn’t do well at all. You didn’t even get started before I freaked out. I just got really scared.”
    “You did, and you used your slow word. Don’t you realize how important that is?”
    Tom looked uncomprehendingly at Mischa.
    “It means that I can trust you to tell me when you can’t take any more. It means that you’re honest to me about what you feel and not afraid to say stop. It takes a lot of people a long time to get there.”
    Tom