Obsidian Mask

by Scarlett Dawn

  He nodded. “All right. Do you want me to carry the box down for you since your entourage might need their hands to manhandle another reporter?”

  I shook my head and gave him a quick hug. “No. I’ve got it.” I pointed at him. “I’m the best you have. Remember that.” I stooped to pick up the box, realized it was heavy, and grunted a little, heaving it up.

  He helped me steady it, and stated quietly, “Take care of yourself, Elizabeth. This is a whole other lifestyle you’ve gotten yourself into.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

  He cleared his throat and said more loudly, “I’m only keeping your spot open since you are the best. Don’t piss me off by waiting too long.”

  I smirked, nodding, sentimentally staring at the doorway where some of the reporters had started to congregate. “See ya, Clifford.”

  He nodded with a quick glance at my stomach before, going into the doors where I wasn’t welcomed right now, herding the reporters away, and back to their desks. I told Trofim, “I want to go to my dad’s church.”

  Leaving the building was just as hectic as entering. Micah was in the crowd scowling, so I knew he hadn’t been killed. I was jostled even more than before as more reporters showed up with the news I was here. They got my walk of the unemployed on camera, box in hand, and head hanging so they wouldn’t see the residual effect my tears on my face.

  And on the way to church, I actually had paparazzi following me, making the journey there much more interesting since they were driving in ways guaranteed to get us in a wreck. I bumped against the door as our driver took a sharp right just as one of my bodyguards phone started ringing.

  It was Trofim’s and he answered it, then immediately handed it to me. It was Daniil. Sighing, I put it to my ear, trying to right myself after the driver swerved to miss one of the idiots with the cameras. “Hello?” My phone was no longer in existence, so this was the only way he could contact me.

  “I just saw the footage of you leaving work,” he stated, sounding worried. And that was all of ten minutes ago, which meant some of those cameras had been running live. “I could tell you had been crying. Are you all right?”

  “I just lost my job. A job that I loved. What do you think?” I asked dryly and then grunted, hitting the door again.

  “Your editor fired you,” Daniil stated slowly. “Because of us.”

  It wasn’t a question, but I stated, “Yes. I knew it would happen, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I couldn’t do my job properly with this much press hounding me…when I’m supposed to be the press.”

  There was a pause, and then I shouted, falling forward and onto the floor when the driver slammed on the breaks. The phone went flying out of my hand, and damn expertly, Trofim reached out a hand, catching it in mid-flight and helping me back into the seat. He handed the cell back to me, and Daniil was hollering over the line by the time I put it back to my ear. “I’m fine. Just some damn paparazzi bothering us.”

  “You just scared the shit out of me!” he shouted, breathing hard. “Just come home! You don’t have work now. And I’ll stay home today. We can have a day to ourselves. It would be nice, especially after last night.”

  It startled me, hearing him say ‘home’ like that. I sat there for a few moments a little stunned, and I heard his breath catch, and he shouted my name again. Christ, he was going to have a heart attack if he kept that up. “I’m here. I’m fine. I was going to go to my dad’s church, but a day alone would be nice.” I paused, remembering I was supposed to be sticking to my guns. “As long as you don’t try to finagle a different outcome for tonight.”

  He sighed. “Just come home. I don’t want to argue anymore.” He snorted. “Besides, my back can’t take another night on that couch. I never knew how uncomfortable it was.”

  “All right,” I said hesitantly, wondering if there was a catch somewhere there. He was giving in too easily. “I’ll tell the driver to turn around.”

  “Good,” he cleared his throat and said quickly, “I miss you. Hurry up.” And he hung up.

  I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it. Had Daniil just shown a weakness to me? Stunned, I handed the phone back to Trofim, telling him we were changing course and going back ‘home.’ He relayed the information to the driver. I spent the ride home hanging on for dear life as the paparazzi hounded us the entire way.

  Walking through the door completely frazzled, I was jumped by Daniil. I dropped my box, barely missing smashing our toes as he hauled me off my feet, carrying me across the foyer and up the square stairs. Breathless, I asked, “What are you doing?”

  “Walking, Ms. Forter,” he stated factually. And that was it.

  “Daniil!” I squealed when he started a full out run down the hallways once we got to the top of the stairs. Amazingly, I was being jostled, but I was a little mystified. “Why are you running?”

  “Makeup sex,” Daniil murmured, not even out of breath. “I really don’t like arguing with you. And I don’t like being shut out of my own damn bed. But, if it’s going to happen, there’s going to be some fucking perks involved afterward.”

  Stunned, I stared up at his face. He was serious. About all of it. It seriously bothered him, us arguing. Maybe even more so than me—which surprised me since he did it so damn well.

  I squeaked again when he tossed me lightly on the bed and started stripping. He wasn’t wearing a suit jacket so his shirt was off in seconds, and he was kicking his dress shoes off and unbuckling his belt before I even had a chance to catch my breath. I had stared for all of a few seconds before I got with the program, quickly stripping off my own clothes.

  We hadn’t had sex since Key West, and I was more than hungry for him. Especially, since I wasn’t tired or hungry right now. I had a feeling this was probably how it would feel after the babies were born, stealing moments here and there. And I was game.

  Maybe thirty seconds later, we were naked and Daniil was on top of me. I could tell he was trying to keep his weight off me from below, but his chest was smashing my sensitive, swollen breasts, making me arch into him before his mouth even met mine. He groaned as our lips touched, and it happened…the fireworks. And I went a little wild. I wasn’t sure if it was the hormones taking over, but within a minute, Daniil had my hands above my head after I scratched his back too hard.

  “Easy,” he murmured, kissing my neck. “The doctor said it has to be gentle. And I won’t be gentle with you doing that.”

  I whimpered, arching under him, rubbing against him. I wanted him now.

  He sucked hard on my throat, and I knew he was giving me a damn hickey, but I groaned, pushing into him, wanting more. He yanked my arms over my head, holding both of my wrists with one hand, and cupped one of my breasts even as he sucked. He was so damn gentle that I moaned, “Harder. It doesn’t hurt.”

  And he squeezed firmer, both of us groaning.

  Starting to wrap my legs around his waist, I tugged on my arms. I wanted to touch him. He growled, “Behave, my sweet, or I’ll tie you up.”

  “Have you ever done that before?” That made me think of that phone call.

  “I’ve done many things before,” he moaned, grinding his hard cock against my core.

  Instantly, I asked, “What about the wax thing? And choking?” I needed to know what I was dealing with here.

  He lifted his head, his hair hanging around his face, his eyes practically pitch black. “Never to a woman. And never for pleasure.”

  My lips pinched as I watched him move down my body, watching me. Slowly, he bent his head, opened his perfect mouth, and gently bit down on my puckered nipple, eyes on me. I sucked in a harsh breath and automatically arched, needing it harder, but I managed to say, “Well, at least you didn’t lie to my mom.”

  Daniil grinned around my nipple before lowering his eyes and sucking my breast into his mouth with just enough pressure to have me crying out his name. He continued while trailing his finger down my stomach, twirling circles around my
belly button, making my stomach flutter and my hips rise of their own accord. He rested his hand on my lower stomach for a moment before letting it lower between my thighs.

  Lifting his head from my well-loved breast, he watched me as he slid his finger between my folds, and his eyes hooded when he hit how wet I was. I really started panting and moaning as he coated his finger and started circling my clit slowly, then faster and faster. Not to be outdone, even as I rocked my hips against his talented fingers, I gripped his cock and immediately started stroking him as quickly as he was me.

  Breath rushed past his lips against mine from where he hovered over me, and he groaned, instantly rocking his hips. He was so damn big it was hard to do, and as much as I loved what he was doing to me, I wanted him in my mouth. Quickly, I unhooked my legs from his waist, carefully placing them between his, and slid down the bed.

  “Beth, what are you…” and he never finished his confused, surprised question, except to gasp as I opened my mouth and took him in. “Oh, shit! Fuck yes, my sweet.” He reached down with one hand and grabbed the back of my head, gripping my hair as he started thrusting into my mouth, a little farther each time until he was groaning and bumping the back of my throat. “More, Beth. Please, more.”

  I smiled around him, my lips completely stretched, totally understanding what I had only just discovered that night in the club, and grabbed his ass, pulling him down further. And I liked that he was begging. Please will get him a long way in bed.

  And I swallowed. He shouted, his whole body quivering over me. My gag reflex surged, and I quickly swallowed again, pulling him more, knowing he wanted this. Once I got past that initial puke point—which was a definite possibility—it was fucking good. He tasted good. He smelled good. And he felt good.

  I groaned, repeatedly swallowing as he thrust very gently into my throat, yelling my name out. His hand fisted in my hair, and he groaned low, “Just a little more, my sweet.” He panted. “Please.”

  I hummed at him in agreement and swallowed again when he thrust. My lips hit the base of him. He shouted and started shaking over me, a string of Russian flying past his lips as I kept swallowing and let my fingers run over his hard ass…right to his anus. One of my previous boyfriends loved this, and I started gently playing with him.

  He jerked, and stilled, “Beth?” He sounded hesitant and unsure. A great many things must not have included anal play.

  I hummed and pressed a little harder on his tiny hole. And then swallowed again, right as I pressed the tip of my finger inside him. He shook so damn hard over me that I thought he was having a convulsion until I heard him mutter, “Jesus Christ. Fuck… That feels great.”

  I nodded as much as I could, and as he started thrusting gently, I pressed in farther, and he shouted so damn loud, I thought my eardrums would rupture.

  I licked him hard and sucked, pressing my finger inside his ass…just so…hoping I remembered how to do this right.

  Daniil gasped and slammed his hips harder down into my mouth, and he groaned, “Fuck…gonna…gonna…Beth!” He shuddered, and I repeatedly swallowed as suddenly his body really did convulse over me, his hot cum shooting down my throat, his hand brutal on the back of my head. I pressed just a little harder inside his ass. He jerked, shouting in pleasure again.

  I swallowed all he gave me…and then I needed to breathe as his body started going limp over me, falling. I slapped his thigh lightly, and he groaned low and sated but pulled his hips back, his now semi-hard sliding from my throat and out of my mouth. He rolled onto his back and stayed there, his eyes closed and his breathing labored. Grinning at him, I started kissing his thigh where my head lay and rolling so I could kiss his slightly perspiring stomach, dipping my tongue into his navel and tasting him. God, he tasted great.

  He jerked under my ministrations and his eyes slowly opened. “Where did you learn to do that?”

  “I’ve done a great many things,” I murmured deeply, mimicking him and smiling up at him, and his sated expression. “You like?”

  He nodded, licking his lips. “Yeah. I like.” He groaned in contentment, and then a tiny smile lifted his lips. “Do you want to know what I know how to do?”

  I nodded, rubbing my nose against his nipple, feeling it harden.

  “Straddle my mouth,” he purred and he grinned. “Please.”

  There was a special little gleam in his eye…and I stared at him just figuring something out.

  He chuckled softly, saying, “Ah, my sweet. You don’t think we’ve spent this much time together without me learning how to get my way, do you?” He ran his finger over my eyebrows that were pinched. “Please…that is a beautiful word, is it not?”

  I bent down and bit his nipple. Hard.

  He grunted but only arched into the touch.

  Ah. Dammit. He liked it.

  “Now, would you please straddle my face? I want to lick you up,” he raised a leg between mine, pressing his thigh at my core. “You’re wet. And I want to eat you.”

  Damn shark. “You don’t have to manipulate me in bed, you know.”

  “I know. You would have done it anyway, but you like hearing me say it.” He paused, rubbing his thigh against me. “So, will you please straddle my face?”

  My eyes hooded because it was so damn good, restarting that damn fire in my belly. “All right.” I crawled over him, and his hands instantly went to my breasts and squeezed them tightly, just as I liked it. I groaned, stopping over him, my head going dizzy as he lifted his face and took the breast that had been neglected earlier into his mouth and started sucking. I bucked on top of him, grinding myself against his semi-hard, feeling him grow against me.

  And yeah…I couldn’t wait. And we didn’t need any fucking condoms anymore, so I altered my hips, and the crown of his cock slid inside me. His head fell back on the pillow as he gasped, and I shouted, pushing down farther. He grabbed my hips and stopped me, though. Hissing through clenched teeth, he said, “I said I wanted you straddling my face, not my cock.” He growled and pulled me off him, and I was suddenly positioned exactly where he wanted me. Glancing down at him with my hands against the wall, I whimpered, “I want you in me, Daniil.”

  “I know,” he stated hoarsely, staring at my core, “We’ll get there.”

  He pulled my hips down, my core onto his mouth, his tongue immediately piercing into me. I groaned, throwing my head back, my nails digging into the wall as I rode his mouth. Fuck, this was amazing. He put two fingers inside me, the sudden intrusion breathtaking as I was stretched. He rubbed his tongue hard over my clit.

  My orgasm came that quick, taking me up and away, my brain blown away in ever after ecstasy. It had never happened quite that fast and it shocked me as I screamed, pressing down harder on him. He moaned under me, pressing into that spot inside me that had me jerking on top of him, riding the waves.

  As I came down, I panted and let my head fall against the wall, staring at him. He was watching me with crinkles around his eyes, which meant he was grinning…and he started again, murmuring quietly, “I’ve always heard pregnant women come faster.”

  That stopped me for a second, making me glance at him. His wife had been pregnant four times…so…wouldn’t he know that instead of only ‘hearing’ about it?

  Feeling me stop, his eyes slammed opened, and he stilled for a few seconds, then glanced at me. He tilted his head back, licking his lips, and stated in a cool voice, “I told you, you are nothing like how she was.”

  I nodded slowly. There was a story there. It was all in his eyes. But, I said, “Are you gonna show me what you can do?”

  He stared at me a moment, his eyes darting all over my face until he nodded. Smirking slowly, he murmured, “You sure you can handle it?”

  I raised my eyebrows in answer, and his grin grew…and then he went to work. Tongue, fingers, lips, chin, and even his nose, I think, rubbed against my clit at one point as his fingers worked like magic inside me, and then his tongue, and then his fingers, and then his t
ongue… And then he gently bit down on my clit, sucking as he pressed his fingers inside me.

  It rocked me. Wholly and completely. Mid-pant slash moan, I screamed his name, arching so far I grabbed his thighs and ground against him. And came so damn hard I thought I was going to faint. My brain might have blown away before, but there wasn’t a whole shit ton left in my mind as I floated, not even feeling it when I started to fall back on him except for his hands that caught me.

  Through my hazed mind, I felt him entering me. I blinked open my eyes, staring up at him, seeing that our heads were on the opposite side of the bed from the pillows, the direction I had landed. Dark eyes stared down at me, and he thrust gently, groaning, “So fucking wet.”

  I was a little dazed, and not really able to move, which he seemed to understand, lifting my legs farther over his waist, murmuring, “I take it you liked.”

  I croaked something unintelligible but managed a nod.

  His lips curled, and he pushed in farther, his overly huge cock spreading and stretching me so wide, there was a pleasure-pain there I didn’t need any kinky shit to feel, unlike the fuck I would meet tonight. “Beth,” he gasped, his lips kissing me lightly.

  “Better without the condom?” I panted, kissing him back.

  “Yeah. I can feel you,” he moaned, driving in a little more. “It’s going to be hard to be gentle.”

  “I’ll tell you if it doesn’t feel right,” I pulled his head down and took his swollen mouth, tasting myself, but his too. I moaned against his tongue and he started short, quick thrust, pushing a little farther each time. “I want all of you.”

  “Do you?” he moaned. “Do you want all of me, Beth?” He lifted his head, staring down at me, but kept moving his hips, making my eyes cross. “Beth, my sweet. Do you want all of me?”

  I whimpered, the feeling so damn intense below, but I knew what he was asking. “Yes, but we have some major issues to work through first.”

  His eyes closed, and his mouth opened a little as he moaned. “We can work through them.” He sounded determined even though his mind was stuck on pleasure. It was ‘adorable’ as he normally called me.