21. Lacey
21
LACEY
My knees buckle under the weight of his command. A heady mix of fear and desire pulses through me—not fear of him , but fear of how much I want this.
How much I want him .
I lower myself carefully to my knees, pulse racing at how exposed I am—completely naked except for the heavy necklace hanging around my throat.
Vadim's hand tangles in my hair, gripping firmly but not painfully.
"Look at me," he commands.
I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, finding his eyes dark with desire. The sight makes heat pool between my legs.
“Good girl.”
The praise hits me like it did at the Vorobyov event, sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body. My nipples tighten into aching peaks and my pussy clenches again. I've never reacted this way to those words before him, but something about the way he says them—dark and possessive—unlocks something primal inside me.
His other hand traces along my jawline, thumb brushing across my bottom lip. I fight the urge to take it into my mouth. The necklace shifts with each breath, a constant reminder of my nakedness, my vulnerability, how completely at his mercy I am in this moment.
"Is this what you wanted?" I whisper, my voice breathy and trembling slightly.
"Yes," he growls, tightening his grip. "Exactly what I wanted."
I reach back to unclasp the necklace, but Vadim's hand catches my wrist. His grip is firm but gentle as he guides my hand back down.
"Leave it on," he commands, voice dark with desire.
A shiver runs through me at his tone.
His fingers trail along the necklace. “I want to ruin something beautiful.”
Heat floods my cheeks at his implication. "These diamonds are expensive."
“I’m not talking about the necklace.” His thumb traces my bottom lip.
My heart races at his words. The weight of the diamonds against my throat reminds me of just how different our worlds are. How much power he has.
"Anything else?" I wet my lips. "Darling?"
"Just one." His eyes darken as his grip tightens in my hair. "Don't you dare look away. I want to stare into those big innocent eyes and see the moment I turn you into a hungry little cumslut."
Vadim's fingers move to his belt buckle, the metallic click echoing in the room. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him unzipping his pants. The heavy necklace shifts against my throat with each rapid breath.
When he frees his cock, my eyes widen. I knew it was big when I grabbed at it through his pants in the car, but seeing it in person makes my pussy clench with a new excitement and apprehension. The thick head is already glistening with precum as he wraps his hand around the base.
"Open," he commands, pressing the tip against my lips.
I part them obediently, heart racing as I feel the weight of him on my tongue. He's so thick I have to stretch my jaw to accommodate him. The taste of salt and musk fills my mouth as he pushes deeper.
"Good girl, zvyozdochka ," he purrs, sending fresh shivers down my spine.
His praise makes me moan around his length, which only seems to encourage him. The diamonds of the necklace catch the light with each bob of my head along its length.
His little star.
The heart of his constellation.
My core throbs with need as I look up at him through my lashes, watching his face contort with pleasure. A new thought thrums through my body.
Even though I'm the one on my knees, somehow it feels like I have all the power over him in this moment.
I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, wanting— needing —to hear more of those dark sounds of approval rumbling from his chest. His grip tightens in my hair as I work my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock.
"That's it, zvyozdochka . Nice and slow and dirty."
His fingers tighten in my hair, and I whimper at how right it feels to be controlled like this. To surrender to someone who can corrupt me so effortlessly.
"This is where you belong. On your knees with my cock in your mouth. You were made for this. You were made for me. "
His dark praise fills my mind with contradictions and I quicken my pace. I shouldn't be okay with falling to my knees in a jewelry store before a dangerous bratva pakhan like Vadim Stravinsky and letting him do whatever he wants to me.
I should be terrified. I should be fighting this. Instead, I find myself giving in to him. I stare up into his storm-gray eyes as I swallow him deeper into my throat, hoping to hear him praise me again.
And then he does.
"I bet nobody's ever told you what a good little cocksucker you are."
I moan against his cock as it pummels my throat. He's right. Nobody's ever told me that. And I wouldn't want anyone but him telling me that. Somehow, despite how wrong this is, it feels perfectly right— being called such filthy things while wearing nothing but hundreds of thousands of dollars in diamonds.
To be degraded and adored at the same time.
The contradiction makes my head spin. I'm kneeling before a bratva pakhan who a few seconds ago was pressing a piercing gun against my nipple with every intention of breaking skin.
And I feel safe.
I shouldn't feel safe, but I do.
Oh God, I do.
His fist in my hair grounds me, anchoring me to this moment where I can forget everything else.
Where I can just be .
The weight of the necklace reminds me of everything he represents—danger, power, control. Yet his touch remains gentle even as he commands me.
I've never realized just how badly I craved this.
"No one else gets to see you like this, zvyozdochka ." He growls. "Just me."
His words tap into something primal inside me—a need to be claimed, corrupted, ruined . To be told I'm both pure and wanton. Innocent and depraved. His perfect angel and his filthy whore.
I'm a good girl on my knees doing very bad things, and I fucking love it.
He throws his head back, letting one muttered praise after another wash over me in dark waves. Each strained whisper of "good girl" sinks deeper into my core, igniting something I never knew existed.
And as his praise gets darker, more possessive, I can feel myself getting wetter.
Yes, I'm your good girl. Your perfect, precious star. The dirty little slut worshipping your cock on her knees.
The proper thing would be to stop this madness before it consumes me entirely. But proper feels hollow compared to the raw honesty of this moment—of finally letting someone see all of me, the light and the dark, the way that I've always wanted to be seen.
This is what we both wanted, right? The improper?
From our first meeting at Mrs. Klossner's, we've danced around those two words: proper and improper.
No proper lady should ever end up on her knees in a jewelry store.
And no proper gentleman would ever put her there.
Yet here we are.
Just as his perfectly tailored suits and cultured manners mask the dangerous man underneath, my defiance and bravado mask the submissive whore at his feet.
In this single moment, all the lies we’ve spun around ourselves have fallen away.
And I feel a wild freedom that I’ve never felt before.
His breathing turns ragged and shallow as those storm-gray eyes drill into mine. I can feel his cock growing harder in my mouth.
He's close , I realize. I raise my hand up, and caress the heavy orbs of his balls, feeling them swelling with cum as tears of exertion cloud my eyes.
"Lacey…" he rasps. In response, I give his balls a gentle squeeze.
His fist tightens in my hair, sending delicious waves of pain prickling along my scalp. His rock-hard cock trembles and twitches in my mouth. Once. Twice.
And then he cums.
Hot, salty ropes rush past my lips, my teeth, and my tongue until they flood down my throat. I want to close my eyes but I don't dare to. Not without his permission. My vision blurs with tears as I gulp him down as fast as I can.
But it's not fast enough.
Cum leaks from the corner of my mouth, rolls slowly down my chin, and drips down onto the diamonds wrapped around my neck. I swallow and gulp until blackness starts creeping into the edge of my vision.
And only when the world starts spinning to the sound of my pounding pulse do I pull away from him, trembling and gasping for air.
But even as I fight for each tortured breath, I feel like this is the easiest I’ve breathed for the first time in months.
Maybe even years.
My lips tingle and my jaw aches. My heart is still thundering against my ribs as reality of what we just did comes crashing back.
Heat burns at my cheeks and I wipe my mouth with quivering fingers. The weight of the necklace feels heavier now, as if each cum-covered diamond is a reminder of what I just did.
Vadim tucks himself away, reaches behind my neck, undoes the clasp of the heavy necklace, and dangles it before me to let me see my handiwork.
The beautiful diamonds are clouded with the mixture of my spit and his cum.
“Lick it clean,” he commands softly.
Without hesitation, I dart my tongue out, tasting the salt of him again. The diamonds catch the light as I lap at them, making them sparkle with each swirl of my tongue.
I feel his eyes on me as I work, watching every move I make. The weight of his attention sends fresh tingles running along my skin.
"Nice and slow." His voice drops lower, dark with approval. "Like a good little cumslut.”
Warmth bloom in my chest. I shouldn't love hearing those words from him this much.
I've never felt more degraded and more cherished than this moment. Like I'm something precious and filthy all at once.
And it scares me how much I love it.
Finally, my lips close around the massive centerpiece—tongue tracing the diamond carefully and reverently and cheeks hollowing with every motion like I’m slowly sucking the head of his cock.
With each drop of his cum I swallow into my mouth, it makes me crave more of everything.
"Perfect," he murmurs when I finish cleaning the centerpiece stone on the beautiful necklace fit for a queen.
But in that moment, I don't want to be a queen.
I'd rather stay here on my knees as his whore.