MILA #2
I didn’t flinch despite my heart racing. His scent filled my nose. His body heat radiated toward me. I itched to touch him, but I wouldn’t dare. “I don’t have anything to give you.”
“I beg to differ.” He stroked his hands over my thighs, caressing the bare skin that wasn’t covered by my shorts. “Last night, your submission was a gift.” He cupped my chin and kissed me.
I hated to sink into him. I dreaded closing my eyes and drowning under the tender possession of his lips against mine.
“The idea that you can open up to me is a gift I’ve been wanting since I first saw you.”
I frowned. “Open up to you?”
Does he mean opening my legs for him, or something else?
He nodded, lowering his left hand until he could cup my ass with it. Holding me and stepping forward, he made it so we were practically flush together.
“You won’t tell me anything about you. You won’t share about your past.”
I swallowed hard, confused why he’d care. How he could try to pretend that he cared who I was. I was a person he ‘bought’. He had a contract for my service.
“I’m… hesitant,” I explained.
He tipped my chin up to kiss me. “Why?”
“I’m hesitant to let you trick me into thinking I’m anything more than a contracted employee you paid for.”
He smirked, narrowing his eyes before kissing me again. This time, I couldn’t resist a moan after he tangled his tongue with mine. “No tricks,” he whispered before framing my face and kissing me again.
Slanted back over the table with how hungrily he kissed me, I clung to his shoulders. He scooted me toward the edge of the table as he devoured me, but when the movement caused a plate to drop with how the tablecloth had slid, I gasped and broke apart from him.
He was too good.
Too wicked.
So masterful.
How could a man make me lose all my senses so quickly?
“I want you to be open with me, Mila.”
Why? I couldn’t ask. Because if he replied and said that he cared, it would be a lie.
“I don’t like to share anything personal about me.” I lowered my gaze. “I don’t know how. No one’s ever asked. No one has ever wanted to know who I am when I’m only supposed to serve them.”
“Then perhaps I can teach you.” He kissed me again.
“I’ll show you how you drive me insane when you’re so guarded and closed off from me.
” While he spoke, he slid his hands toward my shorts.
Bracing his left hand on my ass, he brought his right hand between my legs to stroke over where I was already dripping wet for him.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” he asked.
I nodded. Then frowned. “Not like that.”
“I wasn’t the first man to touch you like I did last night, was I?”
I swallowed hard, hating those memories. With him fingering me and smearing my cream around, I didn’t want to be obligated to think at all. But he was my master. My boss. My owner. I had to answer him.
“I was raped by the first man my parents sold me to. He wanted to keep me to himself and not let the rest of the Cartel have their turn, so he told them that I was… diseased.”
I glanced up at Lev, finding a simmering fury in his eyes. He didn’t stop touching me, tempting me to lower my guard so long as he caressed me and added to that addicting ache.
“He was killed that night, though. But his rumor stuck, even when I was sold to others.” I swallowed hard, feeling like my throat was going to close up from the nerves of telling him this much. “I was never touched again.”
“Until now.” He tugged my shorts out of the way while he leaned me down on the table more, kissing me so possessively.
Bare with my ass on the table’s edge, I kept my hands on his shoulders. Confused. Nervous. Unsure of what he wanted. And why. Or if Selma would come in here or—
He reached for his chair, sliding it closer. “Until now,” he repeated.
I realized he was stating it but treating it like a question. Like he wanted to hear me acknowledge he was the one who could touch me now. “Until… now?” I lost my hold on his shoulder as he sat.
Then with a swift tug toward him, he slid me over the table. Parting my legs. Exposing my pussy to him.
“Lev, I don’t under—”
He stood, growling, before holding my head and kissing me fiercely. “Fuck. Fuck, Mila. Say it again.”
I frowned, trying to keep up. My shorts and panties were gone. I was sitting on the table. He was acting feral—for me—and Selma could just breeze in here at any second and see—
He turned my head back toward him from when I checked whether the doors to the dining room were closed. “Say my name again, Mila.”
Shit.
He was making too much of this. He was trying too hard to get in my head.
Don’t panic.
Just breathe through it.
Don’t—
“No.” He gripped my chin. “No more of that look in your eyes. There’s nothing to panic about.”
I watched him, distracted as he lowered one hand between my legs again, resuming that sinister stroke.
“You will submit to me.”
“I will never submit,” I argued. “Not to you, Lev.” I emphasized his name with snark since it seemed to trigger him.
He grinned. Like the devil himself, he grinned.
“Doesn’t look like you’re in the mood for it today,” he agreed as he lowered to the seat once more. “But it’s my fucking birthday and I’m in the mood for a taste of this tight little pussy.”
He didn’t wait. He offered no other explanation. He dove down, lowering his head to me and licking over my slit. From my ass to my clit, he dragged that hot, wet velvet of his tongue and teased me.
“Lev.” It burst from me, both as a plea and an exclamation of shock.
He hummed, staring up at me as he lapped at my folds and sucked. “Yeah, like that. Say it.”
“Lev, you can’t just—” I choked on my breath as he moved toward my clit, flicking his tongue at it and then sucking in a dizzying rhythm with a pressure that shot a zing of a charge through me.
Oh, fuck.
He didn’t stop, feasting on me with licks and nips, small sucks and big swipes of his tongue to prove that he didn’t intend to miss a drop.
“Lev…” That one was breathy as I tried not to cry out at the pressure to come.
“Fuck. Again.”
He wanted me to say his name?
That was all I had to do for him to… to… pleasure me?
“Lev. Someone could walk in and see.”
He resumed tormenting my clit. With his tongue, his lips, his teeth. “I don’t care. It’s worth it. Every second of hearing you say my name like that is worth it, Mila. Say it. Tell me who’s making you cream.”
“Lev.” I panted, watching him with a smoldering need flaming in his eyes. “This isn’t—”
“This is what I want, Mila. Say my name. Fuck my face as you ride my tongue and say my name.”
It was an order. A filthy plea. But this close to shattering in a way I never had before, I couldn’t defy him. Not when all my nerve endings lit up like this. Not with my pussy clenching and my heart racing.
“Lev…”
“Fuck my face, Mila,” he ordered.
I put my hands on his head, savoring the softness of the thick brown mess. But I didn’t know how to please him. I was too close to collapsing.
He jammed his face into me, licking and smearing my arousal into his beard. Using both hands, he urged me to hump against him.
And I did. Following his lead, relying on the urgency of my body to come, I lifted my hips at him and relished the bliss of his lips and tongue pushing me toward an orgasm.
“Lev. Oh, fuck. Lev, I’m— Oh. Lev, I need to—”
He moaned, watching me with those dark brown eyes zeroed in on me. Under the intensity of him watching me fall apart, I lost it. I caved—again. I surrendered—again. Once more, I cried out and tensed at the sensation of soaring, this weightless bliss that consumed me as I came on his tongue.
That wasn’t it. He didn’t stop. Licking me slowly and gripping my ass, he prolonged the waves of pleasure that rocketed through me.
When he finally stopped, he replaced his mouth with his fingers, rubbing me and making me jerk at the touch on my sensitive clit.
“Very good, Mila. I never want to hear you say you don’t have anything to give me.” He grabbed his napkin, forgotten on the corner of the table, and wiped the glistening arousal from his beard. All that slickness, from me. “Because—”
He didn’t finish. His phone rang.
I tensed, still catching my breath and waiting for this drugging dizziness to ease.
“Fuck,” he growled, answering the phone.
He locked his fierce stare on me but backed up. He took that delicious heat and wicked lust with him.
“I’m on my way.”
What?
Wait.
Now?
I caught myself from hating how short this would be. With every step back he took, I couldn’t escape the large bulge in his pants, the erection tenting up there.
“I have to go.”
That was it. He turned, adjusting his dick under his pants, and hurried off.
I pressed my legs together and closed my eyes before I could find the strength to get off the table.
Is it time to panic now?
Because this unsettling confusion that he spawned in me seemed ten times more complicated. Too complicated for me to find my common sense anymore. Logic was gone. Purely wanton need for my boss and owner had filled its spot.