Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Felix
Misha was asleep, curled over on her side when he stepped back into the room after rushing through a shower to try and calm down. Her snores were soft, and he realized with a start this was the first time he’d ever seen her sleep. They didn’t usually hang around that long together, and even when she dozed it had never reached this level of calm.
He stepped closer to the bed, moving to take the paper and pen away. He was unsurprised when he found that she’d been writing, but he was more impressed by what she decided to pen.
Felix,
I’m so sorry you lost your wife. It’s tragic, and I don’t want to benefit from someone else’s tragedy. But I like to think we met through fate. If Penny hadn’t shacked up with Laurent, if I wasn’t her best friend and you weren’t his guard, our paths would never have crossed. The journey to happiness is messy but it’s one I will never trade.
Going into the snowstorm was a dangerous decision I made solely because I was mad. I knew the weather was bad and I chose to go anyway and let off some steam. I didn’t mean to put you in danger and I’m sorry.
There are pages and pages of words I can’t quite say tucked into my journal back in my room, but I don’t think you need all of those words tonight. You’ve seen the sometimes childish and bratty and even the jealous sides of me. They are all a little ugly and things I try to camouflage and hide, but you’ve managed to see the pieces I try to disguise even from myself.
And if you still see me in the future with you, those messy bits will come along too. As much as I want and need to feel you, I know this isn’t the right time. But going back to my room to sleep alone feels wrong too, so if it’s okay, I’m waiting in here for you.
I probably fell asleep if you read this far. I thought you were the tired one, not me. But I’ve made that mistake too, and I’d rather sleep in here tonight than all alone again.
He read the note twice before staring at her sleeping form. She still snored quietly, but there was no tension in her posture as he helped her straighten out enough to be comfortable on the bed. She was cool to the touch, and he grabbed the extra blanket he’d found in the closet after checking in and tossed that over her.
She grumbled in her sleep. “Felix? I can go.”
“No, Misha. Stop worrying for tonight. You’re sleeping right here.”
She gave a contented little sigh before he heard her breathing even out, and after a moment he knew she was asleep again. He watched her for another moment, drinking in the picture, before moving to the other side of the bed to shuck off his clothes and climb on too. He lay on top of the comforter with her, knowing he didn’t want any more layers between them.
When he tugged her close, she rolled and snuggled into his side instead of shifting away. After rearranging the blanket over the both of them, he let his eyes fall closed, and for the first time in who knew how long, he fell into a deep sleep.
Hands stroked his body, enticing him to wake. Felix’s eyes fluttered open to find Misha sitting up beside him, the exhaustion from the last time she was awake apparently taken care of by the nap.
And she was utterly naked. Every inch of skin was there for him to appreciate, something he hadn’t had the pleasure of doing in months. She paused and pushed out her chest, blushing as she noticed him admiring her fully. Evidently at some point in the night, the chill had driven them beneath the sheets as now they were puddled around her hips.
Blinking again, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his voice rough with sleep when he tried to talk. “Morning?”
“More like middle of the night,” she replied, and despite the late hour, it was easy to see her in the room. He hadn’t dimmed the lights before passing out, and evidently that was the least of her concerns when she woke. Her curves were still full and luscious, and the little freckles on the tops of her shoulder blades made him smile. His gaze didn’t linger on any one place on her body, shifting to her perky breasts and bare pussy, every inch of her burned pleasantly into his memory. He couldn’t get enough of her, even with her sitting before him.
He reached out, skimming his fingers across her bare skin, and it was all the invitation she needed. Misha pounced on him, earning a feral growl as her lips slammed over his. He grabbed the back of her head, holding her in place so he could devour her lips with his until she whimpered.
He tugged her back just a hair, her naked body warm and soft against the hard planes of his. She was already reaching for him, her hand pressing against his chest as she reached down to trace the length of his cock. “Misha?—”
“Please,” she implored, and he could hear the edge of begging in her voice. “Let’s not overthink this right now. I want you, you know I do. There’s no one I trust my body with more than I trust you. So please, just make me feel good again.”
His grip on her hair tightened, and he groaned when she wrapped her hand around his length. The shyness was gone, replaced by heady lust. “Do you need to remind me of anything, Bambi?”
She glanced up at him, pouting, and held his gaze. “I like being spanked and tied up and blindfolded. I like being dominated and doted on after. I like being used like a toy to make you come, because you pay me back tenfold for the effort.”
Felix hissed when she leaned forward and her words cut off. Her tongue flicked out, circling his head, and he collapsed back into the pillows. “You’re very sure of yourself all of a sudden.”
“No one’s going to take you from me,” she replied, glancing up as she spoke. “No one will stand in my way. I’m not waiting for you to find someone else. I’m going to assume you read my note, and you didn’t run out of the room or tell me to leave. So if you can take all of that, me spitting out my feelings clumsily on paper instead of out loud sometimes, then I’m certain you can handle me.”
“That was never the question,” he growled, leaning forward to fist his cock. She followed his movements, obediently slipping his head into her mouth as he continued. “I didn’t give you the commitment you deserve, and that was a mistake on my part. I wasn’t giving you enough.”
She tried to say something around his head, which created a pleasant hum through his body, but he pushed her mouth further down and her body didn’t fight him. “After. We can fight after. But at this point I think it’s clear we’re on the same page, it’s just a matter of how to make it happen.”
Misha opened her mouth wider as he spoke, and when she took him deep into the back of her throat, he lost the will to talk, dropping his head backward with a groan. She bounced her head up and down his dick, coating him in her saliva like a good girl, and he couldn’t lie. He had missed this so much. The deep want between them, when it wasn’t subdued by everyday issues, burned brightly. He refused to focus on anything else but her at this moment. This wasn’t an open playroom, this was a space all their own to get close to each other again.
With her body crouched and bent at an angle, he couldn’t reach her pussy but his fingers could skim over her skin to cup her breasts from here. She moaned quietly around his cock when he teased one then the other with his fingers. His other hand remained on her head but didn’t apply pressure. He liked to hold the back of her head while she worked, and there was no reason to push her down his length when she wanted to do the work herself.
She picked up her pace and he grunted before finally giving her hair a gentle tug. She released his dick from her lips with a little pop, looking up at him through thick lashes.
“My turn.”
She squealed when he sat up suddenly, slid his hands behind her legs, and sent her sprawling back across the king-sized bed. He hooked his arms beneath her knees before she could try and scramble back, his aching cock pressing to the bed as he lay between her legs.
He didn’t need to say a word, blowing a breath over her bare skin. She whimpered, her head hanging off the side of the bed when she tensed. He knew reaching her orgasm was difficult if she wasn’t already seriously worked up, and after all the buildup to now he had no doubts that she would be easier to get off this time. Playing in the Dungeon was one thing, but up here he didn’t have to share her with anyone or bother with a private room. He had her all to himself.
His tongue darted out, dragging across her center and Misha couldn’t stop the gasp that left her lips at the same moment that her hips shot forward, seeking more attention from his mouth. Tasting Misha was nothing like fucking Misha. His tongue ran over her entrance several times until she shook in anticipation before he dove in, his tongue sliding deep inside of her. She gasped above him, as he circled his finger over her clit to make her tremble.
“Felix,” she moaned, her voice heavy with lust. “Please.”
He hummed, making her pussy vibrate with the sound before he leaned back to peer up at her. She had barely lifted her head to look at him, and when he adjusted his fingers and massaged her clit again, her head fell back off the bed once more. “I’m not in a rush tonight, Bambi. I’m going to enjoy my feast.”
She whimpered when he dove back in, her hips rocking against his face as he tasted her. He purposefully pulled her legs impossibly wide as he teased her, her whimpers and gasps filling the otherwise silent space. It didn’t matter if he woke up at 3am or 3pm, he was going to take his time.
His week wasn’t up yet, and if he had to make a decision about his future, it felt right making it with her.
“Sir,” she muttered, spurring him to go faster. She knew how to work him up as much as he did her, and his cock wept against the sheets of the bed for any sort of attention. Shifting his hand again, he slid his finger along her pussy and listened to her gasp loudly before sliding one finger in all the way to the knuckle, her voice louder this time. “Felix!”
“Hmm.” He made the buzzing noise against her pussy, causing her to shake harder, and as he added a second digit, he knew she wasn’t going to last too much longer. Her hips bucked into his face and he sucked her lips hard. When she screamed, he felt a rush of her orgasm, and used his opposite arm to press on her lower stomach and hold her in place so he could lap at her pussy, enjoying how she came alive for him.
He wasn’t certain how long this went on, lost in the taste of her, before she whimpered again. “F-Felix…”
When he released her body with a pop, she lifted her head again to peer down at him. “Spread on the bed for me, Bambi. Like you used to.”
She bobbed her head, that hooded, heavy look in her gaze letting him know he’d done his job and turned off her brain. She was pleasantly floating on the wave of lust, and he planned to keep her there for as long as he could. She moved once he abandoned the bed and stepped toward the armoire in the corner of the room for the first time. Without Misha in his room, his interest hadn’t been piqued enough to bother opening it. Now, he hoped that the cabinet supplied exactly what he would need just like the others had downstairs.
Opening the doors, he wasn’t disappointed. The selection inside was quite impressive, and it was easy to pick what he needed just like in the Dungeon and turn back to the bed.
He wasn’t surprised to find her laid out spread-eagle on the bed, her chest pressed to the soft sheets so he could appreciate her bubble butt as he returned to her. This was a position he used on her often when they had the luxury of a room, because she liked to be tied and restrained but underneath that, Misha was a pillow princess. She wanted to be comfortable and able to enjoy everything he gave her, and difficult positions and suspension never quite got the job done.
Stepping closer, he ran his hand up the curve of her body. Even unbound, Misha had her arms and legs spread, so it would be easy to attach the bindings to each bedpost to keep her in place. She twisted her head to one side when she left his touch, her eyes partway covered by the hair she hadn’t moved.
“Please,” she said again, that needy voice carrying so much want between them. “Felix, tie me up and fuck me?—”
She moaned, his palm leaving a red welt along the curve of her ass that interrupted her begging voice. It made her body buck against the bed and moved some of the hair further off her face. “Wrong, Bambi.”
She swallowed, and he swore he could almost hear it in the sudden silence of the room. The need was heavy in her voice when she spoke again, and he knew she would tip to the nickname she rarely used for him unless she felt especially horny that day. “Please, Daddy. I need to feel your big body cover and fuck me.”
Felix moaned, pushing her blue and black hair the rest of the way out of her face. He wanted those pretty eyes on him as he set each length of rope on the sheets and her eyes tracked the movements. There were other means inside the armoire to tie her up, but he personally liked the durability and flex of rope over cuffs, ties, or chains. Rope was always his go to.
Misha’s breathing picked up as he went through the ritual of binding each limb, expertly knotting the rope so it wouldn’t chafe her skin or dig in painfully, sliding the loops around her wrists and ankles at each post. He would intermittently caress, touch, or spank her as he went around the bed, and by the time he finished her second wrist she was panting, her hips rocking against open air and the bed, and he hadn’t placed anything for stimulation. The buildup was enough to keep her on her toes tonight.
Once finished, he turned and paced away from her. For the first time since he’d started she lifted her head, looking around. “Felix?”
Bound as she was, she wasn’t going to see what he was messing with, and he waited a beat before speaking. “Condom, beautiful.”
She relaxed, just to sit up again after a single beat. “That’s it, Daddy?”
“Bambi, you know it’s not.”
She sucked in a breath when he returned to the bed, the dig in the mattress letting her know he was nearly done teasing. He knew he dragged it out, but it was fun when they finally had an unlimited amount of hours to spend with each other, absolutely nothing there to draw them apart anymore.
Just before he slid inside of her dripping core, he took the last item from where he’d cast it aside on the bed, tapping the back of her neck. “Lift your head for a moment.”
Misha responded immediately, arching her upper body beautifully, and it was enough for him to work the band of silk around her eyes, and she dropped forward again as he tightened it.
Then he shoved forward, and they grunted together as he pushed far enough for his dick to bottom out in a single thrust. Her limbs spasmed at the feel of him, and he watched her hands clench then finally relax from little fists as she took all of him.
Instead of a protest, or a beg, she released a long sigh of pleasure, and it went straight to his cock faster than any moan or scream could. She wasn’t just satisfied with feeling him, she was wholly relaxed now that they were joined again.
He grunted, his hands latching around the curve on each side of her waist and shifted his hips enough to slam inside her again. This time, she really did scream out in pleasure.
“There it is,” he growled, picking up the pace. Her hips lifted in response, the ties straining as she wiggled around and moaned beneath him. With her bound so pretty, like a gift, he reached out and swiftly delivered several fast spankings to her ass as he fucked her. It was reminiscent of the Dungeon, but at the same time, so much better.
“Daddy Felix,” she moaned, pairing his favorite two names together as he fucked her. Her nails clung to the sheets, messing up the bed, and he peppered her ass in quick smacks to keep the skin sensitively red as he fucked her. Her moans filled the space until there was no silence left, and he threw his head back, allowing his moan to join hers as they rocked together.
She whimpered not long after that, her body bouncing back against his in a frenzy. “Oh, Felix—”He tangled his arm around her body, lifting her hips somewhat with the slack left in the ropes to slide his hand against her clit. He knew she needed that extra bit of help to get there, and he refused to bother with a toy when he was just as capable of granting her that orgasm by himself. Instead of massaging, he gave her clit a quick slap like he had with her ass, and she clenched around his cock and fell apart again with a scream.
It was enough like last time to send him spiraling over the edge. He stayed bent over her, one hand slammed against the mattress as he came with a growl that surely echoed in her ears. “All. Mine.”