It was lunch. "Alma!~ I came to ask you something!~" yelled the tall guy behind her. "Come to lunch with me?~"
Alma nodded. "Yeah, of course. Want to eat in here?"
He smiled and ruffled her hair. "Of course. Hey? What's this?" He enquired innocently, poking the small curl bobbing on Alma's head. "He-hey! Don't touch that!" She stammered, turning pink.
"Why? Does it hurt?" He grinned devilishly, stroking it. "A-ah! Don't!"
She squeaked.
"I get it now..." He grinned. "It gives you pleasure... How convenient!"
Her eyes widened. "Don't you dare!" The Russian smirked, pulling her onto his lap. "Come on~ sit on papa Russia's lap!~" she turned to face him. "Q-quit it!"
She yelled, then gasped when he tugged the curl again. " Don't! W-what if any of them come in...They'll go insane-" he tugged it again and then lowered his mouth to her ear. She could feel its heat beside it. "As much as I'd love to hear your lovely little voice begging for me, you'll have to stay quiet.." He smiled and traced his tongue around the curl gently. "But you can beg quietly..."
"A-aah..." She squeaked. "Stop it. Stop." She struggled to get away.
"I've never heard you swear, Alma... Swear for me." He used his hands on the curl this time, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear.
He pressed down on just the right spot and she jerked forward. "Fuck..."
He smirked, pressing down harder. She jerked again, backwards this time. "Holy fuck, Ivan. Fucking right there..." She whimpered. He grinned. "You have a sailor's tongue, dearest."
She was trembling by this time, panting and red-faced. She felt him press against her . "You-you're hard.." She panted as He smirked. "Care to sort it out for me?"
"No..." She mumbled. He reached forward his hands to where her panties were, carefully slipping them inside, almost unnoticed. He began to suck at the curl again, harder this time, as he trusted his fingers in and out of the Syrian. "Holy.." She began, slamming backwards. "Holy fucking shit..." She moaned. "faster...please.." He smirked. "Begging, now?"
"Y-yes...just fuck me hard... Please..." He grinned again, forcing his fingers in and out of her. "You like that, hm?" She moaned again, rocking her hips against his hands. "Y-yes...fuck.." She breathed even harder, her breath pumping short gasps. "Ivan.. Fuck.. I think I'm going to cum..." He thrusted one last time and in the moment before her orgasm, she screeched out his name. "I love the way you say it... So full of lust..." He lifted a finger, almost coated in her juices, to his lips. "You taste delicious..." He murmured, tracing his tongue against the shell of her ear. "I-ivan.." She whimpered. "I gave you what you wanted.." He smirked. "Not quite.." He began again on the curl, biting softly down on it.
"Aa..a-ah..." He purred right in her ear. "I want you to say my name, Almashka." She panted as he pressed his tongue down on just that spot. "H-holy shit.. Ivan.. Right there.. F-fuck..." She panted. "Fucking hell.. That's fucking good, Ivan.. H-how do you-" his eyes were dark and predatory. "I want you to say my name.. You're a bad girl..." He smirked, again tasting the curl, slipping his tongue around it, curving it. "I-Ivan.. Please..." He sucked at it, bobbing his lips against it, softly and gently. "I want you to tell me that it feels so good.. Fuck, Alma.. You make me so hard.." She felt a shiver run down her back, him whispering in her ear.. "God.. It's all your fault.. Because you're a bad girl who needs to be punished.."