Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
LYLA VOZNESENSKY
Isat on Lukyan’s torso, my legs either side of his body, just staring at the marvel that man was. His arms were outstretched above his head, his muscles bunching and bulging, hands tied at the wrists by my clothing.
Even I had to admit it was a flimsy job, but I had to work with what I had. I didn’t want to risk leaving to get my chains and the moment we were in being completely lost. There was too much at stake.
After all my planning, all the fantasies, all the times I’d made myself come to the thought of him, I finally had Lukyan right where I wanted him.
And I was going to take my fucking time and enjoy it.
I ran the tips of my fingers down his arms. Slowly. Sensually. His whole body shivered, goose bumps pebbling his skin.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured you exactly like this?
Needy and desperate beneath me?” And desperate he was.
I didn’t have to be a mind reader to know it.
It was in the way his hands clenched into tight, unbreakable fists, as if he was having to do it to hold himself back.
It was in his face, that look of utter reverence, like he would do anything I asked if I kept touching him.
“Jesus fucking christ, what the fuck is happening?” he panted, squirming as I moved my hands lower and lower.
I smirked. “You’re enjoying yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that. But, if you want to stop, you need only say it, and I’ll stop.”
“Fuck no!” he burst out, looking down at me. “Please don’t stop, Huntress. Please. I’ll be a good boy. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want. Just please, don’t stop touching me.”
My lips curved into a genuine, loving smile. I brushed my fingertips across his face in a tender touch. “I love it when you beg.” I unwound the hair tie from his hair, and let the dark locks fall around him. “Fucking beautiful.”
I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I needed to taste him.
Placing my hands on his powerful forearms to keep him still and right where I wanted him, I leaned down and kissed the side of his neck. I moved my lips, my tongue over his skin, working my way across his throat. Down his chest.
He panted beneath me, his body tensing and untensing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted. The way he squirmed, like it was taking everything he had not to move, made my pussy throb.
The fact that Lukyan wasn’t even tied down, that he could move if he wanted to and was just actively choosing not to, to please me, was fucking euphoria.
There was just something about having a big, strong, powerful man at my fingertips, completely at my mercy, that just did something to me. That I could make a man like him quiver at my touch, desperate to follow my orders, to please me…Fuck, it sent me on cloud fucking nine.
I circled my tongue around Lukyan’s nipple, my hands wandering further down his body to grasp his cock.
He choked, his hips bucking forward. The way he responded to my touch, dear god, it made every part of me yearn for him even more.
I moved myself further down until I was level with his cock, and then I pulled his sweats down. His cock sprang out, hard and thick and twitching.
“Oh, look at you,” I marveled in a whisper. “So fucking big and glorious.” I used both hands to grasp his dick and tugged up hard. His body shot up. I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down. “Don’t move,” I ordered.
“I won’t, I won’t. I’m sorry. I just can’t—fucking hell.” His voice was filled with desperation, and I fucking loved it.
“Look at me.”
He moved his head down, and his fiery gaze locked onto mine.
“Don’t take your eyes off me. Watch what I’m about to do to you.”
I stuck my tongue out. His chest rose and fell quickly with anticipation. I leaned forward and ran the flat of my tongue up his length in a soft, slow, languid lick.
The moan that fell from his lips sent a bite of pleasure through my body. I didn’t think such a thing was possible—that I could feel that kind of pleasure without prompting. But that was how good he sounded.
I wanted to hear it again. I needed to hear more.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and shoved it down until the tip touched the back of my throat, then I swallowed.
“Lyla!” he half-choked, his body trembling beneath me.
I felt dizzy. Dizzy on his pleasure and the control I had over him.
I continued to work his cock, alternating between deepthroating him and running my tongue up and down his length.
The entire time, he watched me, his heated gaze burning my fucking insides, the sexiest fucking grunts and moans falling from his lips.
My body begged for his touch. Begged for some kind of relief—anything. I wanted to jump right on his cock and ride him until we both were screaming out our pleasure.
But, as much as I wanted to do that, I couldn’t. I’d stupidly forgotten to bring a condom into the gym, and although I was dying to finally feel his cock deep inside me, babies were not something I was interested in right now.
I had to be the responsible one.
“Lyla, Lyla, I’m going to come,” he whimpered. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He chanted it over and over again, begging me to keep going. I would have anyway, but hearing him beg like that for me? I was absolutely powerless.
In that moment, he fucking owned me.
His entire body locked up, and he groaned, a purely masculine sound filled with complete and utter satisfaction. Bliss. Euphoria.
Even though I wasn’t a big fan of it, I swallowed down his release, continuing to suck as more and more of it hit the back of my throat.
“Dear fucking God,” he choked out on a strained whisper. When his body stopped spasming, I rose up, swiping a thumb across my bottom lip, unable to keep the smirk off my face. His eyes flashed with something feral. Something deep and dark and full of desire.
“Can I touch you?” he asked. Pleaded. Begged.
Smirk still in place, I shook my head. “No.”
Disappointment streaked across his features. It shifted when I got to my feet and took off my gym shorts, followed quickly by my underwear, kicking them away.
“Fuck me,” he breathed in reverance, his heated gaze locked firmly on my pussy.
“I’m going to use you now,” I rasped, moving up and dropping to my knees so his head was right between my thighs. He cursed, sucking in a harsh breath. “And you’re going to be the good boy you are and let me, aren’t you?”
“Hell fucking yeah,” he grunted out roughly. He reared forward, but I grasped his hair in the nick of time, keeping him just out of reach of my pussy. He whined as if he was so overcome with want and hunger that it caused him physical pain not to be able to taste me right there.
I didn’t let up. Didn’t let him touch me no matter how much I wanted it. How much my body was begging for it.
“Stick out your tongue,” I ordered.
He complied instantly, and his willingness to follow my commands sent another thrilling electric shock through me.
I kept his head still, right where I wanted it, and maneuvered myself until my pussy hovered over his mouth. I waited, letting the tension and suspense build and build. The waiting, the edging, was half the fucking fun.
“Please,” he begged. “Let me taste you. I feel like I will die if I don’t taste you.”
“Aw baby, I love when you beg. And you do it so well. Go ahead. Taste me.”
He dove forward, sealing his lips around me. The instant contact made me throw my head back, shouting out a cry of ecstasy. He groaned into me, like a man who loved what he was doing, the deep vibrations heightening my pleasure.
I moved my hips in time with the strokes of his tongue. “Yeah. That’s it. Just like that. Oh, you’re so fucking good with your tongue.”
Lukyan needed no pointers. No prompting. No direction. It was like he knew exactly what I liked. Could read my body, my wants and needs straight away.
He was almost too good, and I would have never thought such a thing could be possible. But fuck, it was, because I didn’t want it to end yet, and I knew I was already so close to coming.
“Fuck, baby,” I moaned, moving my hips faster. With jerky, hurried movements, I undid the flimsy attempt at restraining his hands, freeing him. He took that as the cue it was, tucking his arms under my legs to palm my ass.
His grip was hard. Rough. Tight. Again, exactly what I wanted. What I needed. Lukyan didn’t just place his hands on me—he helped move me, as if he wanted more. Wanted me to go faster against him. Harder.
“Please, choke me with your pussy, Huntress,” he groaned, kissing, licking, sucking. “I’ll be such a good boy for you, just please. Give me more. Use me.”
He was already so good at being submissive.
“Because you asked so nicely,” I panted, and dropped all my weight on him, smothering him.
I kept his head still with a tight grip of his hair and rode his face with quick, hurried movements, swirling my hips.
He moaned, long and low, the sound spiraling my orgasm right to the surface.
Pleasure rushed up my spine. “Oh, oh. Yes. Lukyan!” My thighs clenched around his head as the most intense, white-hot pleasure exploded in my core.
Lukyan didn’t stop. He ate my pussy like a man starved, frenzied and full of desperation.
The soft flutters of his tongue along my clit didn’t ease.
He continued to urge me forward, to continue riding his face even after my release had come and gone.
“It’s time to stop now, baby,” I gasped, attempting to pull back.
He latched onto me tightly, wrapping his arms around my waist in an unmoving grip. “Mmm. No. Not yet,” he mumbled, his mouth moving and moving. “I’m not done.”
Despite the new burst of pleasure making its way through my body, I squeezed my hand into a tighter fist and yanked his head back at the same time I raised up onto my knees, taking myself away from his mouth.
“Now, now, baby. You’ve been so good,” I whispered. I ran my tongue along his lips, tasting myself, and it made me moan. “You’re not ready to find out what happens when you disobey me. Not yet.”
A little bit of clarity made its way back into his gaze. He flopped back down onto the ground and released a big, shuddering breath. “Okay. What kind of drug do you have in that tight pussy of yours? Because fuck, it’s addicting.”
I shook my head and rose to my feet. “Come on.” I stepped away and stuck out both hands. Lukyan sighed, a slight roll of his eyes making me purse my lips before he placed his hands in mine, and together, we pulled him to a stand.
His cock was standing at attention again, big and proud. He didn’t try to cover himself, instead choosing to stretch his arms over his head.
I arched a brow. “Ready again so soon?”
His smirk was downright devilish. “I was ready the second I tasted you. I’d say let’s fuck now, but I have the sneaking suspicion you have other plans.”
“I do!” I squealed, bouncing up and down on the spot, beyond ecstatic he’d been able to read me so well. “There’s one thing I love to do after I’ve come.”
“And what’s that?” he asked, humor dancing across his face.
“Eat.”
His hands slapped across his chest, and he swayed lightly on his feet. “A woman after my own heart.”