Chapter 34
Chapter thirty-four
Dmitri
Alisa stared blankly out the window as I drove towards my apartment. I’d promised to bring her to orgasm the moment the job was done, but something had slid into that pretty head of hers while we’d been out.
And I intended to crack open all those thoughts.
I led her up the elevator, and she still didn't say a word. Not even a flicker of emotion when I tried to tease a glare out of her. As I held the door open for her, I wasn’t sure if she was even in the mood to fuck.
Yet somehow that was the furthest thing from my mind. All I could see was the lost little stare of a kitten who'd wandered too far from home.
So the last words I’d expected to hear were, “Will you do me a favor?”
I’d expected to have to press the thoughts out of her. Not have her offering them to me.
“Depends,” I said evenly. As if I wouldn’t slice open the jugular of a mobster if it gave me the reason for the change in her mood.
“I want you to have sex with me,” she said.
“Interesting favor,” I said with a laugh. But something in her expression stopped the sound dead in my throat.
Her eyes were glued to the floor. Alisa’s hand clenched and unclenched. Then she finally nodded to herself as if coming to some sort of decision.
If it were anyone else, I’d be smirking down at them, thinking how adorable it was that they had to work themselves up to ask me to fuck them in some special manner. But the tension in her eyes left me wary.
“I want….” she started and took a deep breath in. “I want you to be gentle.”
The confusion I felt must’ve been apparent on my face, because she spoke in a rush, her head turning towards the door. “You know what, don’t worry about it. It’s stupid and-”
I gently grabbed her jaw and turned her head towards me. “Nobody has ever accused me of being gentle…” The light in her eyes dimmed, and the most alarming part of the day was the way my stomach turned over at it. “But I’ll try.”
Hope flickered across her face as she stared at me. “Really?”
“Yes, kitten,” I sighed, bringing her over to the guest bedroom that decidedly did not contain all the implements I’d planned to use on her that night. “Will you tell me why?”
I knew she had a praise kink, but I’d seen the way her body reacted when I’d spanked her and whispered filthy things in her ear.
No, this was something else.
Alisa nibbled on her lip, and stared at me, uncertainty in her eyes. “I just need it,” she said softly, her voice barely louder than the heater.
This was a side of her that I was so unused to. This uncertain girl.
No, vulnerable.
It made me feel protective. A very dangerous thing to feel for a man who had enough enemies to fill this skyscraper.
Still, I led her into the room while my mind hummed a warning. When Alisa sat down on the edge of the bed with a forced smile, frustration seared through me. No, she wasn’t allowed to lie to me even when she wasn’t using her words.
“Stand up, pretty girl,” I said, striding across the room.
Alisa blinked, but did as I said. I pressed one hand against her chest, and a red flush crept its way up her cleavage.
That. That was the truth. I wanted to shred away all the niceties and insecurities until all that remained inside her was unrelenting pleasure. I eased the sleeve down and tasted the warmth of her blush on her shoulder.
A moan dripped from her lips. It spurred me on. I wanted to hear all those secrets and bring her out of the shell she’d left the restaurant in.
Her fingers dug into my back, and I had to resist throwing Alisa onto her stomach and making her scream.
No, I’d take my time with her, drag out every single emotion to the surface until there was nothing hidden from me.
I kissed her pulse point, enjoying the hummingbird-quick beat of her heart. My teeth dragged along her skin as I kissed my way up to her face.
When Alisa bit down on her lip, I gently brushed a hand along her jaw with a restraint I wasn’t even aware I had. Her gasp warmed something deep inside my chest. It triggered another warning in my brain.
I ignored it and slowly laid her back on the bed.
My mouth pressed against hers, and when she opened for me it was so unlike our kiss before. I took my time with her, teasing her gently with my tongue. For a moment, I’d let her think she had control. Then I’d devour her with slow strokes that left me aching.
From the way her hips were jerking against my own, I wasn’t the only one. I pressed my hand underneath Alisa’s panties, and she gasped into my mouth.
“So warm, and inviting,” I said, brushing my hand against her soaked entrance. I dropped my head to her collarbone and tasted towards her breast. “Dripping so prettily for me.”
She was biting down hard on her lip, her expression needy and desperate.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I murmured before teasing my fingers inside. She jerked into my touch. A part of me wanted to tie her legs to the bedposts, and taste her until she screamed.
Gentle.
Instead, I dragged my head back, enjoying the look of her coming unwound. I’d never seen her so fully exposed.
I kissed the small freckles that dotted her shoulders and made a path towards her reddening throat.
“So fucking beautiful,” I said, and her mouth opened into a wordless plea.
There was a raw openness to her need that made me want to draw more and more out of her. I wanted to hear every whine and high-pitched noise. Memorize the way her brows drew together when my fingers hit that spot she liked so much.
Dangerous. My brain kept repeating that, and yet I refused to take heed.
No, it wasn’t just a refusal. It was pure compulsion as I kissed down her perfect body.
I lowered my mouth towards her underwear and gently nuzzled them down with my teeth. By then she was such a writhing mess that I held her legs apart with a firm grip.
The first taste of her slit felt like the memory of my first birthday cake. Each taste left me hungrier and hungrier until a deep growl of need shuddered through my body.
“So delicious, kotenok,” I said as I watched her come closer to the edge. Her upper body shot upwards, arching against the white sheets.
“You’re so beautiful when you writhe on my tongue,” I said in between tastes. Her legs jerked against my firm grip.
“Please,” she begged, voice throaty and needy. Her small hand bunched into the sheets.
The power I felt in that moment was far more heady than I’d ever felt with anyone else.
Alisa looking at me like she needed me–like I was her only hope to bring her into another universe–had my dick aching against my pants. But instead of doing anything about my own needs, I curled my fingers inside of her and suctioned her clit into my mouth.
A wordless scream escaped her lips, and I didn’t stop tasting until she came fully down from her high. Even then, I slowly circled around her pink bud.
“More?” I asked when she came to.
With a flushed face and eyes that sparkled with life, she whispered hoarsely, “Please.”