by Zoe Blake
Pouring myself a drink, I walked over to the wide mahogany desk. Pushing aside the Cartier box I had casually tossed there, I leaned against the edge and watched her.
Walking around the room, she reverently ran her fingers over the leather-bound volumes. I filled my shelves with books on philosophy and political theory. There were countless shelves of both English and Russian classic literature and many treatises on the art of war, not to mention the binders filled with piano sheet music.
As someone who also loved to read, I knew she could tell how well-read each book was by the bent spines. This wasn’t some rich man’s showcase library packed with untouched books whose titles were chosen only to impress.
In fact, this room was the reason I had bought the house. I loved the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that lined each wall and the beautiful emerald marble fireplace. I had filled it with large, cozy leather chairs for reading and a special table for playing chess.
She had finished circling the room and stood before the fire. I let the silence hang between us as I watched her play with the pleats of her skirt.
She cleared her throat. “What happens now?”
I cocked my head to the side. Took in how the firelight brought out the golden highlights in her tawny hair. How her ivory skin seemed to glow in the soft lighting. “Take off your clothes.”
Her fingers stilled as her head came up to stare at me with wild, wide eyes. “You’re not serious?”
“I’m always serious.”
“Dimitri…”
“Take off your clothes.”
“We can’t do this.”
“Wrong answer, моя крошка. This is already happening.”
“We’re too different. I’m not the right girl for you.”
“Why don’t you let me decide that… now take off your clothes.”
“Dimitri, we need to talk about this first.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. Wait. What? Why are you asking?”
I took a sip from my drink before setting it on the desk. I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt. “You wanted to talk. Are you on birth control?”
“That’s none of your business!”
“Too late, you already told me you were.”
“Well, it’s still none of your business!” she huffed. Her beautiful eyes were stormy and dark.
Pulling my shirt free from my waistband, I yanked it over my head and tossed it aside as I kicked off my shoes. “As I’m about to sink my cock deep inside you bareback, I’d say it was very much so my business.”
“You’re about to do what?”
“Take off your clothes.”
“You can’t do that! What if the birth control fails?”
“Then I hope our daughter has your eyes.”
“I’m serious!”
“So am I. I’m clean,” I quirked an eyebrow, “and we both know you are as well, so that only leaves the birth control matter.”
“You could still wear a condom.”
“Not an option.”
“Why?”
“Because this time I will feel every delicious bit of you and not through a fucking layer of rubber, that’s why.”
She is mine.
I had no intention of ever giving her up, and I meant what I’d said about hoping our daughter had her eyes. As far as I was concerned it settled the matter.
Keeping my gaze on her, I unbuckled my belt and pulled the thick black leather through the pant loops. I watched her throat move as she swallowed before licking her lips.
Raising my arm, I snapped it in the air, the loud cracking sound making her visibly jump.
Stalking toward her, I flicked the belt until it wrapped around her neck. Grasping the other end, I pulled her toward me.
Despite standing before the fire, her hands were cool as they splayed across my naked chest while she struggled to keep her balance. A sure sign of fear.
Releasing the belt from around her neck, I gave her a hard kiss before running my lips over her cheek, tasting her tears.
“Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”
“Dimitri…”
Shifting the belt to one hand, I reached around her and lifted her skirt at the back. Raising my arm, I swatted her ass with the belt.
“No!” she cried out as she tried to escape my arms. Bunching her skirt high on her hip, I pressed her tightly against my body and swatted her again.
“Ow! Stop!”
I gave her cute bottom several more swipes from my leather belt while grinding my hard cock against her stomach.
Leaning in, I inhaled the sweet fragrance of her hair before whispering in her ear, “Don’t deny it, Emma. We both know you get off on the pain. You like it when I order you to obey.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“If I have to ask you one more time, I will drag you by your hair over to the desk and belt your ass raw,” I growled against her neck before biting her earlobe.
“Please…”
“Now, Emma.”
I took a step back as I wrapped the leather belt around my fist.
Visibly shaking, she reached for the hem of her sweater. Taking a deep breath, she swiped it over her head. Just like before, she was wearing a simple white bra with a lace edge that gently cupped her generous curves. Even in the shadows cast by the fire, I could still make out the dusky outline of her nipples through the thin silk.
The sensual innocence of it all was sexy as hell. If I didn’t sink my cock in her soon, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
Gesturing with my chin, I commanded roughly, “Now the skirt.”
Emma leaned down to unzip her knee-high leather boots.
“No, leave the boots on.”
Long strands of her hair curled just under her breasts as she lowered her head and reached her arms behind her. The skirt waistband loosened, dipping in front, giving me a glimpse of her panties.
“I’m waiting, Emma.”
The skirt fell to the floor. She was wearing a simple pair of white panties with a tiny lace heart over the right hip. Fuck, she was beautiful. Standing there in a plain bra and panties with her long, lean legs encased in leather. There was no artifice about her. No practiced moves meant to ensnare and seduce. She made a simple pair of white panties look sexier than the most expensive piece of scarlet red lingerie.
“Get on your knees.”
She bit her lip. Her shoulders shook, but still she obeyed me, awkwardly dropping to her knees.
I stepped toward her as I lowered the zipper on my pants. Placing a finger under her chin, I tilted her head back. Caressing her lower lip with my thumb, I asked, “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?”
I knew she had been a virgin, and it was clear she was sexually inexperienced, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t tried some things. I braced myself for the wave of rage and hatred that was sure to hit my gut if she answered yes. It was selfish and greedy to want to be her first with everything, but then again, I was never good at sharing.
She licked her lips, sending a bolt of desire straight down my shaft.
“No, I’ve never. I don’t know… how…”
Fuck me. God bless adorable little book nerds and the stupid boys who don’t know their worth.
She was mine.
Truly mine in all things.
The power and surge of primal need almost sent me to my knees.
Men like me didn’t get women like her. Ever.
Their light was kept far away from our darkness.
I don’t know what I had ever done to deserve her knocking on my door that night, probably nothing, but that didn’t mean I would not hold on to her with both hands.
She was mine.
I reached into my pants and pulled out my cock. Stroking its length, I ordered, “Open your mouth.”
Her hands came up to rest against the tops of my thighs. “Dimitri. I can’t. You’re too big. I don’t know how I could…”
“Open your mouth, baby.”
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Her lips opened.
“Wider.”
She opened her mouth wider. I slipped the head in, groaning when the tip of her tongue swept across the sensitive crest.
“That’s it, baby. Swirl your tongue around the head.”
She did as she was told. I pushed in a little further. Her tongue swept the underside of my shaft. I buried my fingers into her hair, twisting her curls in my fist before thrusting forward. I felt the back of her throat as she tried to cry out. Her teeth gently scraped against my cock as she reacted to the intrusion.
“Careful of your teeth or I’ll have to ring gag you.”
Her enormous eyes widened. She might not have much personal experience, but she knew what a ring gag was and what I could do with unfettered access to her mouth.
I pulled out slightly then thrust in again, keeping her head still with my firm grip on her hair. She gagged and choked. Shifting my hips back, I allowed her one deep breath before diving back into the welcoming warmth of her mouth.
“Brace yourself, моя крошка. I want you to try to swallow me deep.”
Her doe eyes pleaded with me as they filled with tears, and whether they were from her gagging around my cock or out of fear, I didn’t know or care. My need for her to suck my cock was too strong. Just the sight of her pink lips stretched taut around the shaft was enough to send me almost over the edge.
Her fingernails dug into my thighs as I pulled her head forward just as I thrust. She choked and tried to pull back, but I wouldn’t let her.
“Breathe through your nose.”
My teeth clenched so tight I swore one of them cracked as I restrained myself from just fucking her mouth deep and hard. Never in my life had I shown such restraint.
The muscles of her throat clenched around my shaft as her tongue furiously moved back and forth. Christ, the girl was a natural at this. This woman would be the death of me.
My cock glistened with her saliva as I thrust in and out of her mouth. Her resistance was weakening as her throat relaxed. I pushed in another inch deeper. Her shoulders hunched as she gagged.
“Вот и все, детка. Соси это крепко. Проглоти мой член,” I growled.
Her eyes stayed trained on me as her right hand dipped between her legs. She rubbed her pussy through the wet silk of her panties. So the little minx got even more turned on when I spoke Russian?
“У тебя самая сладкая и самая узкая киска, которую я когда-либо испытывал. Я не могу дождаться, чтобы глубоко погрузить свой член.”
She groaned, sending a shock of vibration up my shaft and straight to my balls. Would she have had the same reaction if she knew I had just told her she had the sweetest, tightest pussy I’d ever experienced and that I couldn’t wait to bury my cock in deep?
I couldn’t hold back much longer. Pulling free from her wet mouth, I fisted my shaft, stroking it violently. Yanking on her hair, I commanded, “Lick my cock,” as I spread my feet wider.
Her pink tongue stretched out to lave at the sensitive skin.
“Трахни меня, моя крошка!”
Stepping back, I pulled her up by her hair and crushed my mouth against her swollen lips. Breaking free, I lifted her around the waist and took several steps backwards before swinging around. Standing her before my desk, I reached down and tore her panties off her body before grabbing her around the middle and lifting her onto the desk.
Her mouth opened on a gasp the moment her punished and fire-heated ass hit the cold, hard surface. Shifting her forward, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy.
Wrapping my hand around her neck, I rested my forehead against her own as I rasped out, “This will probably hurt, baby.”
Emma wrapped her leather-clad legs around my hips. “Fuck me, Dimitri.”
“Боже мой, женщина, ты собираешься убить меня!”
Growling that she would be the death of me in Russian, I pinched her clit just as I eased my cock into her tight sheath.
Emma moaned as she clawed at my chest and shoulders. The sting of pain only spurred me on. Pushing her down onto the desk, I pounded my hips into her as I leaned over to suck one pert nipple deep into my mouth.
Her back arched. “Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
I pushed harder, my balls slapping against the bottom curve of her ass. The heels of her boots dug into my flesh as she stretched her arms over her head. Her body rocked back and forth with the force of my thrusts.
Reaching between us, I teased her clit, knowing I would taste her sweetness later tonight.
Her body bucked as her inner muscles clenched and tightened around my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for me now.”
Like the good little girl she was, she came for me. Her unadulterated orgasm one of the purest, most beautiful things I’d ever witnessed.
Shortly after, my cock swelled. Without the slightest regret, I filled her with my hot come. At the time, I had just been taunting her, but now I felt an overwhelming hope that my seed would take root.
It was a selfish, ungentlemanly thing to even ponder, but then again, I never claimed to be otherwise.
My entire life, I had only gotten what I wanted by taking it… why should Emma be any different?
And if she didn’t agree… well… her saying no hadn’t stopped me yet.
Chapter 14
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? - William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
Emma
I didn’t dare move.
I kept my eyes closed and held my breath.
Listening for any sounds of movement.
After several minutes, I peeked through the lashes of one eye. All I could see was a blur of white and gold from the bedcovers. Risking it, I opened and shut both eyes.
Nothing.
No one was beside me in bed.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t in the shower.
Once more I held my breath and listened.
All was quiet and still.
Keeping my eyes closed, I feigned sleep and rolled over.
Again, I flashed my eyes open, then closed.
The door to the bathroom was open. I could glimpse the large glass-enclosed shower chamber, and it was empty.
I didn’t think Dimitri was here.
Still, he could be downstairs.
I wriggled my toes. Fuck. I really needed to pee. Briefly I considered holding it till I got back to my apartment, but tossed that idea aside.
Seriously, how did women do this?
Waking up in a man’s bed.
I was a complete ball of nerves. I had no idea where I had left my clothes. I was certain my hair was a tangled mess of knots and I needed a toothbrush.
I glanced over at the indentation on the pillow next to me.
Sparing another quick glance around the bedroom, I leaned over and sniffed the soft fabric. It smelled like sandalwood and tobacco. It smelled like him.
Maybe this was why women were okay waking up in a strange room unafraid to get out of bed to go pee? Waking up to the masculine musky smell of a man while you laid warm and safe cuddled up in his bed made it all worth it.
The images of last night’s debauchery relentlessly assailed me.
The feel of Dimitri’s goatee against my cunt as he’d licked and laved at my clit till I’d had a second screaming orgasm as I’d laid draped half naked on top of his desk. The snap and sting of pain from his belt as he had playfully swatted at my ass as I ran up the stairs to his bedroom. Him pounding into me from behind as he’d pulled my hair and wrapped his hands around my throat.
It was all so wanton and kinky.
Until Dimitri, I’d had no idea I was even capable of such illicit behavior.
I mean, sure, I’d read about it in romance novels. Pictured myself as the lady captive tied to the p
irate’s bed as he ravished me. Or the brazen villager who slapped the face of the Viking raiding her home only to be thrown against a wall and fucked senseless. Or my favorite, the shy governess who turned out to be a spirited challenge to the moody, reclusive duke.
In my imagination I was always sexually confident, willing to try anything in bed, but never in a million years had I thought I would ever act on that in actual life!
For heaven’s sake, I had begged the man to fuck me last night.
And worse, for him to make it hurt.
That was the part I really couldn’t wrap my mind around. How turned on I got when he spanked me. Or when he used his superior height and strength to bend me to his will.
Take your clothes off.
Oh, my God!
I was getting wet just remembering the outrageous command.
Only an extremely arrogant, sexy-as-hell man like Dimitri could pull off making such a brazen demand from a woman.
In the firelight, with his strong muscular physique, shaved head, and roguish beard, he could easily have passed for a pirate Viking lord.
And when he spoke Russian!
I could not understand what he was saying, and it didn’t matter. The deep guttural growls sufficed to send my mind reeling and my body over the edge.
Even after all the rough handling and kinky sex, he’d been thoughtful enough to order us food. It had been surreal sitting up naked in his bed eating a burger and splitting a side of fries like two teenagers. It surprised me when he even got a chocolate milkshake. Somehow it was hard to picture my big scary Russian boyfriend with a sweet tooth.
Was he my boyfriend?
Did I even want him to be?
The man practically admitted he was a criminal, a murderer even. He had made it clear I was not allowed to know anything about his work or family. Could you really have a meaningful relationship with someone like that?
Maybe I was overthinking this.
He was the first man I’d ever slept with, and already I was wondering what kind of china pattern was appropriate for a wedding to a Russian crime boss.
Hadn’t I read countless books in my life to know better than to become the shy girl who fell in love with the first guy who gave her the time of day? That rarely ended well for the girl.
