Chapter 44 Luka
Luka
Her pussy clenches, and my orgasm becomes impossible to hold off. Her wet, tight heat was a delicious torture on its own, especially after reddening her perfect ass, but the as she pulses around my cock, my release crashes into me.
I close my eyes while she milks me dry, my muscles contracting of their own volition. My hands give out and I drop to her back, our breaths racing in sync. Her skin is prickled and covered in a shiny layer of sweat. My tongue darts out to land a long, featherlight lick to her spine and she shivers.
Finally, I force myself to exit her, my now flaccid dick mourning the loss. I move her hair to the side and unclasp the ball gag. She lets out a relieved breath.
“Are you hurting?” I ask as she flexes her jaw to regain movement.
She replies with an undiscernible “unnn,” but I know her enough to know it means no. Carefully, I unshackle her wrists, then ankles. Still, she doesn’t move. Her ass is crimson, angry looking bruises forming in front of my eyes.
Hissing, I trail my finger over it. She lets out a silent gasp.
I need to take care of her. From the adjoining bathroom, I grab a small towel, wet it with warm water, and clean my cum off her thighs.
Next up is searching the drawers for a lotion.
Thankfully, the third one I open contains a bottle of aloe vera gel.
I apply it generously on the skin of her ass, careful not to put unnecessary pressure.
She’s putty in my hands as I lift her, placing her gently on her side.
Her face is wet with tears and the sight of it pierces my chest. I know it’s an inevitable part of this experience. Of the pain and the punishment. I know it’s healing for her; she told me as much. But I still fucking hate to see her cry. Grabbing another towel, I wipe the tears off her face.
My eyes travel the room, searching for more blankets to make her comfortable. I wrap her in a cocoon, leaving just enough room for me to slip in behind her. Our bodies fit together as if the two of us used to be one. As if we’re two pieces of a whole.
“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect for me.
” On a shaky breath, I caress her arm and thigh, whispering praise into her ear.
“Your pain belongs to me, mila. I’m the only one allowed to cause it.
If anyone else does, I’ll make sure pain is the last thing they feel.
Whoever they might be.” Her breath hitches.
“What about my dad?” she whispers, barely audible. “What about your revenge?”
“I don’t care about revenge anymore.” I shake my head, though she can’t see it.
I wasn’t exaggerating. Anyone who dares cause her harm is as good as dead. Including my people. Including her father.
“I think I’d like to find him,” she says.
“Ok, mila. We’ll find him.”
I praise her more, not stopping when I notice her breath deepening with sleep.
I’ll find him if she wants me to. I’ll kill him if she wants me to. But because she wants me to, not because I do.
I glance at the tattoo I have on my chest. The one I got after Father died. In my mind, this journey was about seeking revenge. I found something else. Something he would value much more. Love.
It’s what he would want for me, isn’t it? Not to be fueled by hate, but to be driven by love. It’s what he did. Everything he did, he did for Leon and me. Before that, for his wife.
And as I burrow my face into Sophie’s hair, breathing her distinct scent, there’s no doubt in my mind she is to me what Mother was to him.
I have no idea how much time passes before I drift off to sleep. But I do know Sophie sleeps through the night, unbothered by nightmares, safe in my arms.
Aknock sounds at the door, rousing me from the best night’s sleep I had in years. Taking a blanket to cover myself, I open the door, finding Kyle on the other side. He swallows nervously before plastering a smile on his face.
“We will arrive shortly. I can prepare some breakfast for you, but you should be buckled in your seat in the next fifteen minutes.”
“Hmm,” I grunt in response, closing the door in his face.
My lips brush Sophie’s forehead lightly. “Time to wake up, sleepyhead.”
Still deep in sleep, she turns her back to me, wrapping the blanket even tighter around herself. I let out a chuckle.
“Mila, we need to get up. We’ll be landing soon.”
She lets out a groan, obviously not thrilled with the idea. “Where are we landing, anyway?”
“You’ll see,” I respond, my lips turning up. “You have five minutes to get up. Otherwise, I’m spanking you again.”
“Alright,” she groans. “But only because I’m too sore for another spanking.”
Still chuckling, I take a quick shower in the small but luxurious bathroom. I exit with a towel wrapped around my waist and her gaze turns hungry as she studies the planes of my chest.
“Like what you see?” I taunt.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Too bad, because we have things to do.” I throw a shirt over my head, and she scoffs.
“If you want to take a shower before we land, now is the time,” I say before leaving the room to talk to the flight attendant.
I’d love to help her shower, but there’ll be plenty of time for that once that we get to our destination.
“Can you arrange some things for us? A car to wait for us at the airport? A few other things?” I ask the man preparing breakfast in the small kitchen.
“Yes, of course.”
“Great. I’ll give you a list. Also, we’ll need a vegan meal.” His eyes widen, but I leave before he’s able to ask questions.
The remote in my hand, I turn on the TV, clicking through channels. Sophie gets out, freshly showered and dressed in her favorite hoodie. She sits next to me, noticing the Seatbelt On sign, and quickly buckles it. I hear a loud exhale of relief from the kitchen, and I barely contain my laughter.
Kyle brings us breakfast, which consists of almost only fruit. I level him with a glare.
“Sorry, the kitchen isn’t stocked with a lot of vegan food,” he scrambles to say, his shoulders high.
A bubble of rage starts in my stomach. Rationally, I know it’s not his fault, but the rest of me doesn’t care. This is Sophie’s first meal in God knows how long and I don’t think fruit will be enough.
She places a hand on mine, softly squeezing. “This is perfect, Kyle. Thank you.” She offers him a soft smile, and he scatters to his seat.
“This is nothing. You’ll be hungry,” I grit out.
“If this is going to work, you need to be nice to people.”
I grunt.
“Ok, you need to tolerate people.”
Seeing I have no choice, I roll my eyes. “Fine.”
“Great.” She pops a grape into her mouth, her eyes wrinkled with a smile and suddenly, the breakfast doesn’t matter. The flight attendant doesn’t matter. The family business doesn’t matter. Nothing matters other than seeing this expression on her face as much as possible.
Kyle’s voice booms through the intercom. “We are now starting to descend.”
Sophie grabs my arm, squeezing it harder this time, and I wrap it with both of mine.
Wanting to distract her, I remember what she said yesterday. “You said you wanted to find your father?”
“Yes.” She chews on her bottom lip.
“I’m sure the two of us will be able to do that,” I respond and watch her release the poor bottom lip from the clutches of her teeth.
Luckily, the landing is smooth, and Sophie visibly relaxes once the wheels hit the ground.
“Where are we?” she asks, staring through the tiny windows.
I flash a smirk. “Somewhere you won’t be needing that hoodie.”