30. Mila
MILA
Lev showed me last night how much he “cared” to the point that I couldn’t get out of bed. Neither could he. We stayed glued together, our cum mixing together and so sticky that we were plastered as one.
Spent and sated, we lay there and dozed off. I couldn’t speak for him, but I had been so exhausted and loopy in some kind of post-coital haze that I didn’t want to do so much as pick up my arm off him.
We’d ended up with me draped over him, and despite my still-healing aches and pains from when I was captured, I was too damn comfortable to consider moving at all.
He did, though, with the need to go to the bathroom, but he didn’t leave me alone for long. We showered together and fell right back into bed, sleepy and lazy.
Pangs of hunger woke me in the morning, and as I rolled over and watched him sleep, I wondered how he didn’t feel the same urgency to get up.
I lay there, watching him and holding back on the temptation to stroke my hand over his face and caress his beard. I sighed and stared at this rugged, dangerous man who could look so at peace and gentle as he rested in bed with me.
His bed.
I scanned the comforter and sheets that we’d made a mess out of, a huge tumble of fabric that mostly covered us now. It was a long process to accept that I would stay here, that I wanted to stay here. Acclimating to “goodness” and security with him would be a long progress that I’d struggle with.
Forced to live in survival mode, I was too hardwired to anticipate something bad happening, something taking all this “goodness” away and leaving me with nothing.
I constantly operated with the wait for the other shoe to drop, and while I wished there could be a switch to flip and just instantly be okay and trust that my presence made sense here, there wasn’t.
I could, though.
With time.
Maybe the longer I stayed here, we’d have a side of a bed.
My clothes wouldn’t look out of place alongside his in the closet.
A new mental map of the mansion would slot into my brain like it was my home.
Forever, though?
I furrowed my brow, unable to see that far ahead.
For someone like me, used to being subjected to danger from one lousy setting to another, I never had the freedom to project where I’d be weeks, months, or years ahead.
Forever was a concept I’d tried to separate from my enslaved existence.
A forever with a man who could care about me—me, the woman and not the slave—was uncharted territory.
But I can take every minute as it comes.
Right now, I’m safe and secure and I belong here.
Lev’s hand on my back proved that he wanted me with him in his bed. He was still asleep and wanted to keep me close.
Right now, I can not worry about being sent off on another mission.
Lev had made it clear that I was on still light duty.
Right now, I can…
I smiled, watching his face so relaxed and calm. Seeing him serene like this warmed my heart. It proved to me that I was happy. Happy.
With how good it felt to embrace something so hopeful and bright as happiness, I wanted to acknowledge by paying him back. To thank him for being the one to stay patient and show me that I could be happy. That I deserved a break and having someone to care about me.
Sliding down his rock-hard body, I tried to crawl as carefully as I could.
All those inches of taut skin warmed me up with the slowly igniting burn of desire, but this time, as I ducked down under the covers and lowered until I could reach his dick, I wanted to be the one to make him come.
To taste him. To help myself to some power of being the one able to make him feel as good as he could make me feel.
His dick was semihard, lying against his thigh. We hadn’t bothered with clothes last night, and I was pleased that I wouldn’t have to risk waking him up by getting his garments off. While he was still asleep, the pressure of facing him and admitting that I wanted to “serve” him was less.
The sheets gave way as I settled in between his long, hard legs. With just enough clearance to breathe and watch his face as he slept, I could check when he’d wake up.
Before I could chicken out, letting my curiosity and eagerness to please him push me into action, I wrapped my fingers around his dick.
The heaviness of his shaft surprised me, but as I stroked my fingers up and down, he got harder and thicker.
Tracing my fingertip around the crown of his mushroomed head made me smile, but it was the slight shift of his body that taunted me to get moving.
I didn’t want to fondle him. I wanted to taste him.
I lowered my lips to his tip and kissed it. Getting used to the soft touch of his flesh, I slid my tongue out for a swipe of the texture.
And then again.
Again.
I licked him, holding him to my mouth, and slowly worked up to closing my lips all the way around him. My saliva aided my efforts, lubing him so I could swallow him in more. The salty and musky taste and smell of him hit my nose and tongue, and I was instantly addicted.
Moaning slightly as I took in more of him, I spread my hands up his hips.
“Oh, fuck…” He woke up, lowering his hands to my head. Without opening his eyes, he groaned and thrust up into my mouth.
It wasn’t too much. He was large and stretching my mouth, but the pressure of him bucking up into me turned me on.
I was doing this to him.
I was pleasuring him.
And I loved the power of it.
“Fuck, Mila. You’re… fuck…” Now he opened his eyes, watching me with that sleepy, hooded gaze of pure heat.
Keeping my stare locked on his, I continued to learn my way through this, never having done it before.
Thank God, I’d never been used like that kind of a slave.
That initial lie that I was diseased had been my saving grace all those years.
I wanted to feel like it had “preserved” me until I could find Lev. To “save” myself for him to have.
He lay there and watched me suck him off. No matter how much I strained to take all of him, breathing through my nose and my eyes watering at the girth I took, I didn’t quit or falter.
“That’s it. Finish it, Mila.”
“Fuck me.”
“Just like that.”
“You’re going to swallow every drop.”
“I want you to take every fucking drop, Mila. You’re going to swallow down my cum right now.”
I flinched at the ropes of his hot, salty cum. He gripped my hair, holding me in place as he forced me to keep my lips sealed around his dick. And I did. I took it all. Eyes watering, mouth aching, and nose flaring as I breathed, I swallowed it all down.
I didn’t have a chance to bask in the glory of doing this. Because as soon as his dick finished jerking inside me, he pulled out and yanked me up the bed.
“My turn.” He slapped my ass as I straddled him, and I was slow to understand.
“Get on your knees. Now.”
I furrowed my brow, aching and disoriented with this stubborn urge to pleasure myself. It had turned me on that much to suck him off as a wake-up call.
“On your knees, Mila.”
When I moved to get off him and kneel on the bed, or maybe on the floor if that was what he meant, he maneuvered me higher as he slid down on the mattress.
“On your knees,” he ordered, repeating it with his hands on my legs as he urged me to crawl up.
I slanted over, off balance, and caught myself with my hands on the headboard.
“Keep your hands there,” he instructed, “and fuck my face.”
Oh, my…
I squeaked in alarm as he shifted me in place. He wanted me to kneel up here, straddling his head. As soon as I was close enough, he grabbed my ass and pushed my pussy to his mouth.
And that was how I had another lesson of how he could “care” for me. Licking and eating at me until my legs trembled from the thrill of fucking his tongue.
Much later, after we’d gone down to get breakfast together—the closest thing to domesticity that I’ve ever had in my life—we went to Adrik’s house and met with the usual group. Lev and Alexei, Adrik and the other three brothers. Elena and Carina were there as well.
Surrounded by them, I embraced an extension of that. They all cared that I was recovering well. Elena and Carina asked how I was doing, and the way that they’d expressed themselves didn’t hint at anything that would’ve raised my hackles.
They didn’t ask for the means of fishing for intel. That wasn’t necessary because with the recording that I’d done when I spied at that compound, I was an open book.
They didn’t ask with any false or fake pretense of concern. I saw in their facial expressions how they truly gave a damn.
And they didn’t ask to offer me any pity or sympathy.
The more I opened my eyes, the more I saw how genuine they were.
Throughout that meeting, as they discussed the developments that had followed in the week after my capture when I spied, they didn’t try to conceal any of the intel.
No one glanced at me and seemed hesitant for me to hear any of what was shared.
Viktor had made that one comment before, about everyone bringing women into the meetings.
But he didn’t have that sarcastic attitude now.
Maybe it’s because I proved that I’m willing to go to any length to serve them and work for them?
Did it take being captured and beaten to show them that I’m willing to stick with them?
Something had changed in my mindset about my “employment” status for them.
As I sat there and stayed in the background while they all spoke, I was sobered with the realization that I was no longer here only because I had to be.
I was here because I wanted to be. I wanted to help however I could.
Fully committed to helping Lev dismantle Gregori’s network, I embraced my new identity.
Not one that denoted me as his slave or purchase.
But as the woman who could comfort him and bring a selective set of stealth and speed to the table as someone the family could rely on when times got tough.