Chapter 5
FIVE
I took off Tatiana’s collar, pointing towards the bathroom. “You need to shower." The thought of his cum sprayed all over her drove my jealousy to an edge.
She didn't look at me. "I don't want to go anywhere with you tonight. It's bad enough you made me come here on my birthday, but forcing me to spend the whole night with you?" She'd been staring across the room, her voice lifeless and unemotional, but finally, she turned her head to look up at me. "That's the worst present you could give me."
"Worse than putting you on a leash?"
"I like the leash."
“Worse than spanking your ass red with it?”
“Yes.”
I leaned down, gripping her chin to meet her gaze, staring into midnight blue eyes that I could easily drown in. “Don’t push me.”
“I’ll gladly push you,” she smirked, “off a cliff.”
“You want a cliff? I’ll take you to a precipice…” I stroked her cheek with my thumb, “delayed gratification, all night long.”
Her gaze simmered, heating with need, the air charging between us. After a moment, her throat bobbed. “Only if I can push you off that cliff first. See how easy you can delay my orgasm with broken fingers.”
“I don’t need fingers to make you come.” I leaned in, narrowing my gaze on her. “I know your body better than you know it yourself. I can make you come in a hundred different ways, and none of them require any…touching.”
She inhaled, her chest pressing into mine, and we stared at each other, not willing to be the first one to break eye contact.
As for me, I couldn’t look away. Her face was so goddamn beautiful, I wanted to mark it with my cum. To shove my dick in between those luscious lips and make her choke on my seed. To make her beg for my cock, to prove to her who owned this body.
But, shower first.
I straightened, breaking eye contact. “Go clean off.”
“Make me.”
Anger simmered under my skin, coursing through my chest. “Don’t test me. Not tonight.”
I’d wanted tonight to be special. To show her that we could be good together, that we could trust each other, like we once had. But she didn’t move.
“Tati, go shower. We won’t do anything until he’s off you.”
A shoulder came up. “Fine with me.”
“You’re only making your punishment worse. Don’t make this harder on yourself.”
“Maybe I enjoy my punishment.”
I knew she did, that’s why I doled it out. But tonight, seeing her like that, the admiration and respect in her eyes before she kissed him…. No, her punishment would be for me tonight, not her.
Not answering, I strode across the room and entered the bathroom.
The bedroom may have been an exact replica of Rook's grandmother's room, but the bathroom was the complete opposite. Decorated with marble tile shipped from Italy and ornate counters and cupboards from France, Rook had spared no expense.
I knew because I’d charged him three times my cost and he hadn’t blinked an eye when he’d gotten the company invoice. It was paid within the hour.
I strode to the walk-in shower, turning the dials to create an overhead raining effect, and pulled out the scented products I liked. By the time I was done, she was behind me, her back to me. She was staring into the mirror, the same one that King Louis XIV had looked into. "You do it."
"What?"
"You want him off me, you'll have to do it."
I pressed my lips into a firm line and, taking her arm, led her into the shower. Seeing how she wasn’t going to make this easy, I returned everything except for the loofah and body wash, then I went back to the room and undressed.
When I stepped inside the shower, she didn’t move, just stood under the spray of water, watching me. Her eyes deliberately roamed over my body, landing on my stiffened cock. I cupped her jaw in a fierce grip, forcing her to look into my face.
"You like letting him spray you with his cum?"
She nodded.
"You like fucking him?"
"More than I like you fucking me."
I studied her eyes, reading the truth in them. She was lying.
"You also like kissing him more than me?”
“That depends, it’s been too long for me to remember.” Her throat bobbed, “Are you ever going to kiss me again?”
"Only when you deserve it." It was one of my rules. I would never kiss her until she belonged to me again.
“Then, yes. I like kissing him."
I noticed she didn’t say, more than you . Releasing her, I inhaled a calming breath. Then, slowly, I trailed my hands down the side of her body, lowering myself until I was kneeling at her feet. She gave me a skeptical look but I didn't care.
Tonight was her birthday.
I wanted to show her what she meant to me.
That I would kneel at her feet a thousand times if it would prove to her how I felt about her.
I traced my thumbs over her hips, then hooked my fingers in lace, slowly pulling down her panties. At the same time, I pressed my face to her belly, placing soft kisses there and whispering against her skin. “My little polva .”
Her eyes shuttered close as fingers threaded through my hair. "I told you not to call me that. You know I hate it.” Her voice sounded pained.
“That's like asking the tide not to roar and the earth not to bow down to the sun." I kissed and suckled, gently pulling up one of her legs to slip off her underwear. “I cannot stop calling you that, just as you cannot stop your need to torture me. You are my polva and you always will be."
“Except, I'm no longer the dust under your feet.” She clasped my head, exhaling a breath, holding me to her. “I’ve come up in the world.”
Tossing the panties to the side, I caressed her skin with my lips and fingers, showering her with tenderness as the water cleansed us both. "You will always be my polva , Tati. From the moment we almost died in that hurricane.” I began to stand, running my nose up her skin until I was facing her. "Do you remember?” That was the night that changed everything for me. The night I knew I would do anything in the world for her.
She shook her head, her deep, star-blue eyes simmering with defiance. "No."
Lie .
Scowling, I gripped her by the throat, pulling her to me. “You may have come up in the world, but the moment you stepped into my territory, you became mine again. I let you go once, and that was a mercy. Like the good little polva that you are, you returned. Now you belong to me. You will never escape that.”
“You cannot stop me from leaving.” Her head was bent back, staring up at me as I towered over her. “I could flee this city in the middle of the night, like a thief who has stolen your heart.”
I scoffed. “If you tried, I would chase you to the ends of the earth and drag you back, kicking and screaming.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Rook and I easily?—”
“If you think for one second that Rook left my territory without my permission, then he hasn’t been as forthcoming with you as you think.”
“But we leave all the time.”
“To Ibiza?” Her lips parted in surprise. “Seychelles? Or do you mean your trip to C?n Son, Vietnam? I know about them all.”
She looked away. Grabbing the loofah, I squirted body wash onto it, then placed it in her palm. "Wash yourself off."
"No. I like him on me."
"You just want me to do it, isn't that right?"
Her lips parted with want, her voice breathless. “No."
"Lie."
"I never lie to you." The lie was so blatant, we both knew it. It sat between us like a bloody knife.
I stared at her for a long moment, letting it drip like poison into our souls. Then I stepped back and began to run the soapy loofah over her body.
I worked methodically, not wanting her to get anything out of this. I was just cleaning that asshole's jizz off her. But she grabbed my hand, forcing me to slow down, gradually working down her belly and towards the vee of her legs.
I stilled but she grabbed my other arm, holding me close as we moved together to in between her legs. Lips parting, she shifted her hips, staring up into my eyes. "Kiss me, Knight."
I inhaled a breath, licking the water from my lips. "No."
I saw the flash of hurt in her eyes before her eyelids fluttered closed, shuttering off her disappointment. She leaned her head against my chest. “Then at least make me come."
I suddenly hated .
Hated this disgusting room we fucked in.
Hated Rook for forcing Tatiana's and my relationship into this space.
Hated how closed off she’d become to me.
And most of all, I hated myself for never returning for her in Cuba. I thought I was saving her from a life of pain but she returned to me in the end, like the tide to the pull of the moon, unable to keep away from the person who owned the key to her heart.
And I, selfishly, didn’t send her away, but kept her locked in this game between me and Rook.
My mother had been right all along. I was selfish. Self-serving, rotten, corrupt…no one could ever love me.
Growling, I tossed the loofah to the side. Wrapping an arm around her back, I slid my fingers through her slippery folds, giving in to her demands.
She clung to me, shifting her hips to ride my hand and I buried my nose in her hair, inhaling a breath of the creature that gave me life. Taking in her lusty scent, despite the soap.
Like always, she smelled of the salty sea and sunshine and happiness. Of naive dreams and innocent love. Of my very heart, beating and pulsing.
As I played with her cunt, she gripped my wrist tight, a low whimper escaping her luscious lips. I stroked and caressed, bringing her slowly to the edge of an orgasm. Her voluptuous tits pressed against my arm, soft and supple. My cock was thick and tight, digging into her muscled stomach, rich, white cum leaking from the tip. “Please, Knight,” her voice was rusty and hoarse, “I need…”
“What do you need, polva ?” I sunk two fingers up inside her, groaning as her walls clenched around my fingers. Her pussy was pulsing with heat, the edges satiny silk. Fuck, I needed inside her. I thrust my hardened dick into her stomach, unable to resist.
“I want…”
“Tell me, love , tell me…what do you want?” I stroked her, hooking up into her g-spot. “Should I fuck you, here in the shower? Or should I tie you open and eat your dirty cunt all night long? Make you come for me over and over, like the whore that you are.”
“Oh. God.” Chest heaving, her eyes squeezed shut. She was sensual and erotic, her hour-glass figure pressed to me eagerly.
“Do you want the nipple clamps?”
She whimpered, biting down on her lip, her lower one plumper than the other. She nodded.
“How about the anal beads? The paddle?”
“Please, Knight. Yes. I want everything. You know I’ll beg for it.”
“Then do it, baby. Show me how badly you want it.” I clenched the back of her hair with my other hand, tilting her face upwards. “Show me you want it, Tatiana. Say you trust me.” She opened her eyes, her gaze wide, surprised at my words. There was a lump in my throat and my chest constricted. I was suddenly serious. “Tell me you love me. That you never stopped, despite everything.”
She didn’t answer and I paused, my fingers inside her stopping, waiting to see what she would do.
And as I waited, the whole universe waited with me.
I didn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move.
I sat on the edge of the earth, anticipation buzzing under my skin. I felt alive and, for a brief moment, the barest of seconds, she let down her guard.
And in that moment, she revealed her true emotions by the vulnerability in her eyes, the trust in her gaze.
Fuck me .
She did still love me.
Then, surprising me, she leaned her head upwards, gripped my neck and pulled me to her.
Her lips were soft and sweet, so moldable, so willing, so fucking willing. She wanted me, just like I wanted her.
A low groan filled my chest and I stepped forward, not kissing her back but pressing her against the shower wall.
This .
This was how it had been. Before. Before, when we were innocent kids, falling in like, and then in love, and the whole world revolved around that.
I’d spend the year eager for the summer when I could go see her. Then, when she filled my vision again, having grown and changed in such a short amount of time, the need to touch her was so strong that my heart nearly burst with the ache.
When she ran to me and threw her arms around my neck, jumping up into my arms, all was right with the world again. Despite all her changes, she was still the same.
Still my sweet, kind, attentive, heart-in-her-eyes, Tatiana.
And the look she would give me. Fuck, that look. Filled with so much trust. That no matter what had happened in between the last time we’d seen each other, she still believed I hung the moon.
“I need to hear you say you trust me,” I mumbled against her lips, pulling my fingers from her, still not kissing her back.
She clutched me closer, her arms wrapping around my neck, deepening her end of the kiss. Her desperation grew, her arms tightened, her whole body pressed to me. I wrapped a hand around her hip, and squeezed. “Say it.”
She ripped herself away. Stepping back, she stared at me, her eyes wide in shock and hurt, her chest heaving, water running down her finely shaped cheekbones, those luscious lips, and her gorgeous tits. The space between us suddenly turned us to sharp glass and walls of stone.
“Not until you say it.” Tatiana would get her kiss when, and only when, she surrendered herself fully to me. “Show your true allegiance. Leave Rook and be with me.”
I had to know she was mine first. Because, kissing her back, remembering how we’d once been… I couldn’t go back to that place. It was too painful. Too rip-your-heart-out harsh. It would break me.
She turned away, not speaking. Reaching forward, she turned off the water, then stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel to dry herself off. "I'll get dressed."
Blue balls. I was gonna have fucking blue balls.
“I’ll do it.” Turning off the shower, I held out my hand, eyeing the towel.
She watched me carefully as I took the thick purple towel and dried her off, once again making sure to care for her attentively. I waited until I’d knelt, patting her dry as I did, to take in a ragged breath.
It had been too close, too real between us. Of course , it wouldn’t be so easy to gain her trust, but for a brief second, we’d been our old selves again.
And yet…
Throwing the towel to the side, I grabbed her hips and heaved her up against the glass wall of the shower. Then, kneeling, I buried my face between her thighs, kissing and suckling her luscious pussy that was already wet for me.
“Stop torturing me,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around my shoulders. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back.
“You deserve it.” I sunk two fingers up inside her. “Deserve to suffer, until you admit who owns your heart.”
“And you think that’s you?” She clasped my head, her fingers fisting my hair, shifting her hips, riding my face.
“I know it is.” I bit down on her clit, then laved it with my tongue, lapping up her juices.
“Never.” She moaned, writhing and rocking. I sped up the pace, fucking her harshly while attacking her clit, kissing and stroking until I knew she was almost over the edge.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice weak as she inhaled a breath. Her chest arched outwards, “I’m going to?—”
I stopped. Standing, I slid her to the floor and she stared up at me, her eyes wide, cheeks marred red with arousal. I turned her around to face the wall. “Bend over.”
She hesitated, whimpering, “But, I was about?—”
“Put your hands on the wall,” I growled, “and display yourself to me.”
She slowly leaned forward, displaying perfectly rounded globes.
“You were naughty tonight.” I spanked her ass cheek. Hard.
She squealed, her hands clutching the wall. “So?”
“You like Rook’s cum on you?” Smack. “Think he knows how to treat this ass?” Smack. “This pussy?” Smack, smack, smack. “No one, Tatiana. No one knows you like I do. No one can make you come like me. Isn’t that true?”
She nodded, still clutching the wall.
Smack. “I can’t hear you.” Smack.
“Yes!”
“Say it out loud, no one can make me come like you.”
“No one, Knight. No one makes me come like you.”
“That’s right, baby. Now tell me this ass is mine.” Smack!
“This ass is yours,” she squealed.
“Beg me to fuck it. Beg me to stuff this greedy hole with my cock.”
“Please,” she stood on tippy-toes, arching her ass upwards. “Please, Knight. You know I want it.”
I slid my fingers through her cunt; her pussy was dripping wet. My sassy girl liked to be spanked. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, please.”
I did it again and again, my hand spanking her perfect globes, over and over until it was painted red. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” She sobbed. “Please.”
Smack. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Yes,” she cried out. “Please Knight. Please let me come.” Her chest heaved, her fingers clenched into the wall. Her whole body trembled with need.
I stopped, straightening. Then stepped back.
She turned to look at me, her eyes wide with disbelief. Tears tracked down the beautiful, ruddy cheeks of her face. “Knight. What are you doing?”
“Only good girls get to come, Polva . I was serious about the edging.”
“No,” she whimpered, already reaching downward to make herself come, but I grabbed her wrist and, twisting her until she was facing me, placed it back against the wall.
“No touching what belongs to me.”
She didn’t protest, simply simmered, staring at me with narrowed eyes and a heaving chest. I leaned down to meet her gaze.
“You told him my nickname for you—you broke a sacred bond between us. For that, you won’t come tonight. You understand?”
She nodded, her voice shaky. “Ye-yes.”
“Only I say when you can come. Okay? Only me. Because I own this.” I nodded at her pussy.
She nodded.
“We keep what belongs to us, between us,” I reached up, gently placing a palm to my chest, then to hers, right over her pounding heart. “No one else deserves this. Only you, and me. You understand?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
I grabbed two clean towels, wrapping one around my waist, the other around her. Then I pulled her to me, gently kissing her tears away. “You’re beautiful, Tatiana. Smart, strong.” I pressed more tender kisses to her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead. “You’ve overcome so much. Grown into such an incredible woman.” I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, tenderly. “You deserve the whole world and everything in it.”
She leaned against me, nesting her head into the crook of my neck, and we stood there, not speaking, not thinking about the past or the future. Just lived in the present. I lay my chin atop her head, caressed her skin with my fingers, holding her tight. Feeling her weight pressed against me, her heart beating in time with mine, loving the tenderness between us.
I wanted to live in this moment forever.
Finally, after a long moment, I stepped back and, after checking to make sure she was okay, I quickly dried myself off and left the room. She didn’t follow me, or speak a word, as I dressed. When I returned, she was still standing there.
I guided her to the counters and pulled soothing aftercare cream out of the drawers. I removed her towel and tenderly tended to her. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and, when I was done, I helped her into clean panties. Then I unzipped the beautiful gown I’d purchased specifically for this evening and pulled it over her head.
I turned her towards the mirror and she took in the outfit. It fit her perfectly, a V-neck, showing off her generous tits, but long, with black chiffon and lace, layered underneath with white tulle. With her graceful neck and sharp cheekbones, she looked like a swan transformed into the beautiful creature before me.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Sit down.” I guided her towards the vanity bench.
She sat, watching me with skepticism as I gently brushed her hair, being careful with the knots and not to hurt her scalp. When I was done, I placed the brush on the counter and put my hand in my inner pocket, inhaling a deep breath.
I was suddenly nervous about her birthday gift. I’d searched forever for this gift, and it was the only one of its kind in the world. Plus, it was specifically tied to that time in the caves, when the world was chaos all around us but all I wanted was to keep her safe.
She probably wouldn’t understand it, not right away. But now was the time to explain to her why, all this time, I have called her my polva .
When I pulled it out, her eyes didn’t go to it, but stayed on my face.
I unwrapped the most expensive piece of jewelry I’ve ever bought and draped it around her neck, hooking the clasp.
She put her hand to it, her eyebrows furrowed. “What’s this?”
“Your birthday present.”
“This?”
I nodded, and she finally took her gaze off me to look at it.
Her face went blank. “It’s a black rock.”
Pain slashed through my chest. I turned away, not wanting to let her see the hurt on my face.
I stayed like that for a moment, breathing in and out harshly. S he didn’t even ask about the meaning.
I shook my head, making a decision. Tonight wasn’t the night to set things right.
“It’s okay.” I moved towards the bathroom door. “Go. Spend your birthday with Rook.” His name tasted like ash on my tongue. I walked out.
“Knight!” She called after me but I didn’t falter. I had to get away from her and this pain, away from the torment of our lives.
I moved swiftly, opening the bedroom door, then firmly shut it behind me, whispering, “Happy Birthday, Tatiana.”