Chapter 28
brOOKLYN
Don’t ask. You’re in charge of your life. So… Take fucking charge.”
He's right. I’m done being told I’m not ready, or I can’t handle it.
It’s been me against the world since I was nine . I fought off predators. Survived hunger. Kept fighting when I could have lain down and given up.
I lived out of Pearl for a year, for fuck’s sake.
I can handle anything.
That’s my mindset when I walk into Kir’s house after his driver brings me home. It’s time to take what I want.
Or rather, give what I want…
My pulse is thudding as I walk down the long, elegant hallway to Kir's office. The door is shut, and I can hear the quiet murmuring of his voice behind it—shifting effortlessly between Russian and English.
I take a deep breath, feeling a throbbing pull deep in my core. Then I twist the knob, push the door open, step into the room, and close the door behind me.
Kir looks up and smiles when I enter, but then his brow pinches and he points to the phone in his hand.
I just bite my lip and grin as I walk toward him. Kir looks at me in puzzlement until I start to undo the top button of my blouse, then the second, then the third. His brow darkens, his jaw clenching as he slowly shakes his head, pointing to the phone again.
Too bad.
My top hits the floor, followed immediately by my bra as I slowly walk closer.
His gaze hardens, his eyes flickering with dark fire as they hungrily roam over me. He covers the phone with a hand. “ What the fuck are you doing ?” he mouths.
Taking what I want .
My skirt drops next, leaving me standing there in knee-high socks and my panties. Kir growls something in Russian into the phone, then sets it down on the desk. His eyes rove over me, his jaw tightening.
“We’re muted right now,” he growls, eying me. “I cannot postpone this call, Brooklyn. So whatever you’re up to?—”
“I understand,” I purr, swinging my hips as I walk around the side of his desk.
His eyes flash, dragging slowly up and down my body.
“I’m not sure you understand at all,” he murmurs.
I drop to my knees in front of him. For a moment, I see pure need and hunger roaring in his eyes, and my pulse spikes erratically. But then his hand shoots out, and his fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to halt my descent.
“ Why ,” I spit, looking him right in the eye. “What are you so afraid of?”
Kir’s lips tighten, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes pierce into me. “I told you ,” he rasps, like he’s fighting himself. “You aren’t ready for?—”
“Like fuck I’m not.”
Pure, venomous need sparks in his eyes.
“I don’t let you touch me, Brooklyn,” he hisses, “because every time I see your gorgeous lips, I want to fuck them until they’re swollen and covered in my cum.”
Fucking hell .
I wanted him before. Now I’m fucking ravenous for him.
“I want to use your mouth like a hole ,” he snarls.
“And when I fuck you, little sinner,” he chokes, “I’m not going to make love to you.
I’m going to fuck you , hard, without mercy, probably with your wrists bound, your legs tied to a spreader bar, and my hand around your throat.
” The vein in his temple throbs almost in time with the hammering of my pulse.
“And with what you’ve seen, you’re not?—”
“You don’t get to tell me what I am or am not ready for,” I say evenly, meeting his eyes unflinchingly.
Time seems to stand still. Finally, he takes a slow, measured breath, his eyes never once leaving mine.
“If we’re going to do this?—”
“We are,” I blurt.
His lips curl darkly at the corners. “Then we’ll do it my way .”
Heat drips down my spine to pool between my legs as I kneel before him.
“Meaning?” I whisper.
Kir’s eyes flicker.
“Meaning stand up and walk back to the door.”
My brow furrows, anger surging inside of me.
“But you said?—”
“Do you trust me, babygirl?”
I blink.
“ Do. You. Trust. Me ,” Kir growls. “If you don’t, implicitly, then we’re not?—”
“I do trust you,” I breathe, shaking. “ Sir .”
A sound rumbles low in his chest, his eyes dragging over my body before locking on my eyes again.
“Then stand up, walk over there, and wait until I tell you what to do .”
I shiver, biting back a whimper when he reaches out and cups my jaw. My nerves, excitement, and pure need for him are at such a fever pitch that him just touching my skin feels orgasmic.
He slips his fingers from my face, then nods his chin at the door. Breathless, my legs shaking, I stand and walk back to it.
“Stop. Now face me.”
A tremor ripples through my core as I turn back to him.
“I do need to get back to this call,” he murmurs.
I nod. “I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Fuck…
“On your hands and knees,” he says, his voice low and raspy, his veined hand stroking his chiseled jawline as his eyes slide over me.
I get down to the floor, placing my palms on the sumptuous area rug.
“Now crawl to me.”
A bolt of fierce, vicious wickedness explodes through my body. My thighs clench tightly together, heat burning between them as my nipples tighten.
“ Yes, sir .”
Kir watches me steadily as he picks the phone up, touches the screen, and brings it to his ear. He starts speaking in Russian again, but his eyes never leave me as I crawl all the way to his desk and around the side until I’m between his spread legs.
I look up at him, my lower lip caught between my teeth as our eyes lock.
He just nods and mouths “good girl” before barking into the phone.
It's outrageously hot. Alarmingly, disturbingly so, to the point that my hands shake when I sit up on my knees and let my palms land on his thighs.
I feel his quads flex under the fabric of his trousers, and my pulse skips when my gaze drags up and I see the tight, throbbing bulge.
My hands slide up his legs until they reach his belt. My fingers tremble as I undo it and pull it open, looking up to see his eyes drilling into me as he speaks into the phone. My skin tingles, my core clenching and spasming as I pop the button of his trousers.
I struggle with undoing the zipper, because he’s so hard that his cock’s tenting his trousers and making it difficult.
But I finally manage to drag it down and then slip my fingers inside the waist of his pants.
When I tug those down, my throat bobs, my eyes widening as they land on the huge bulge in his black boxer briefs.
A needy throb curls and twists and flexes inside me. I lick my lips.
He looks really fucking big.
Kir growls something into the phone and then covers the mouthpiece with his hand as his eyes lock with mine.
“ Take it out, babygirl, ” he purrs. “Take it out so I can feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
My pulse hammers in my ears as I slip my fingers into the elastic and peel the boxers down from his hips.
I wondered the other day, when I first woke up here, how it could all be real.
…I suddenly have the exact same question when Kir’s huge , thick, veined, swollen cock slips free of his boxers and swings up to slap against his stomach.
What.
The.
Fuck .
My jaw drops as I just stare at him.
He’s fucking massive . Enormously so. Like where-do-you-hide-the-bodies. It is, without question, the largest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, including porn.
Big dick energy .
My pulse skips, my breathing turning ragged as my eyes simply take him in, widening when I see the vein down the underside of him pulse, and a thick drop of precum bead at the tip.
I tremble as I reach for him. My fingers curl around his thickness, and my mouth drops open even further when I feel him pulse in my hand like silken steel.
My fingers don’t actually touch when they wrap around his cock.
Slowly, I start to move my hand, stroking up and down, thrilling at the feel of him in my grip. I can feel him swelling—somehow, impossibly, growing even larger in my hand.
My eyes slide up to his, and when I see the fierce, hungry look in them, a feeling of power shudders through me.
I did this .
He’s hard and big for me .
I bite back a moan as I squeeze my thighs together, feeling the needy heat between them soaking into my panties. My eyes stay locked on Kir as I lean forward and open my mouth.
He tenses, his jaw clenching as I drag my tongue up the underside of his swollen head. I do it again and again, growing bolder as my tongue swirls over his crown, tasting the salty-sweet drop of precum leaking from the hole at the tip.
Fuck , he even tastes good.
I look up at him again, feeling the raw power in his gaze heating my skin, empowering me. My mouth opens wider, and with my eyes locked on his, I wrap my lips around his head.
God , is he big. My jaw stretches, my hand stroking up and down as I push my mouth down over his crown, barely getting an inch of it into my mouth.
I slide back off, whimpering a little as I tongue the underside of him. I drag my mouth lower, teasing my tongue down his veined shaft until the wet tip of it swirls over his heavy, swollen balls.
Kir grunts, pulling the phone away from his mouth for a second as his eyes flash. He grits his teeth, slowly bringing the phone back to his ear and grunting Russian into it. His other hand slides down, and when he tangles my hair into a fist, a heated thrill snakes through me.
I slide my tongue back up, swirling it around his head before I take him into my mouth again. This time, emboldened and more determined, I relax my jaw and sink my lips down his shaft, managing to take more of him into my mouth.
His whole face goes taut, his teeth flashing.
His fist tightens in my hair, sending a pulse of heat into my core as I moan around him, pushing my mouth even further down onto his cock.
The head hits the back of my throat, and I stay like that, whimpering around him, feeling my spit drip and drool out of the corners of my mouth and trickle down his shaft.
I pull off him with a gasp, my eyes watering as I look up at him with a needy ache that makes my head spin.
Kir’s still trying to continue whatever conversation he’s having on the phone. For some reason, that’s just turning me on even more.
I tongue the underside of him and slide down to suck on his heavy balls again, getting them slick with my tongue before I drag my mouth back to his head. I look up at him, locking my gaze with his. My core tightens.
“ Use my mouth, sir ,” I murmur quietly, my pulse thudding. “ Fuck my lips .”
This time, he doesn’t say that I’m not ready. He just locks those dark devil eyes with mine, wraps my hair around his fist, and mouths the word, “ Open .”
I do so, my core clenching as I ease my mouth down to his head. Then he thrusts up into my mouth.
Fucking YES .
I moan as Kir suddenly goes from being the receiver to fully in charge. His fist is tight at the back of my head, tugging my hair and guiding my wet mouth up and down his throbbing, huge dick. He grits his teeth, his ass rising from the chair as he literally starts to fuck my mouth.
I am soaked .
“ Show me, ” he mutters, his eyes blazing with black fire. “ Play with that messy, greedy little cunt while I fuck your pretty mouth, babygirl .”
I moan eagerly, drooling all over him as my hand thrusts between my thighs with embarrassing speed and shoves into my panties. I whimper when my fingers roll and pinch my clit, rubbing the throbbing nub as I gag on his cock.
Our eyes lock as he starts to thrust harder, fucking his big dick deep down the back of my throat as wet, sloppy gluck sounds fill the office.
His jaw is like iron, his chest rising and falling as he utterly gives up on contributing to what I hope isn’t just a two-person conversation. He cradles the phone against his shoulder, and I moan when his hand slides down into my hair as he fully takes control.
Suddenly, he’s well and truly fucking my mouth with deep, powerful thrusts.
I’m moaning and whimpering and mumbling around him, feeling my jaw stretched to the limit, my lips wrapped tight around his thickness.
I’ve got one hand buried in my panties, rubbing my swollen clit frantically, the other stroking the considerable part of his cock I can’t get into my mouth as he rams into the back of my throat over and over, gritting his teeth.
He starts to swell bigger, his thrusts getting rougher as his eyes clash with mine. His brow caves, and when I feel his thighs clench, I whimper as I suck on him even harder, drooling all over him, making him wet as he fucks my mouth.
With a choked groan deep in his chest, Kir shoves his cock into the very back of my throat. And then, he starts to come.
Explosively.
I moan when I feel the first jet of hot cum spray across my tongue. I swallow it just as a second rope fills my mouth. Then a third, and a fourth.
Holy fuck .
He just keeps coming. No matter how quickly I swallow it, more and more cum gushes into my mouth, until it’s dripping down his shaft and my chin, and coating my lips.
I’ve barely slid my mouth off him before he throws the phone aside, scoops me up off the floor, and lifts me into his lap. He cups my jaw and crushes his lips to mine, growling into the kiss as our tongues dance together, not even giving a single fuck that he’s just filled my mouth with his cum.
I moan and kiss him back, clutching at his face and shamelessly grinding my drenched panties and throbbing pussy against his still-hard cock.
“Did my babygirl make a fucking mess of her panties sucking my cock like a good girl?” he murmurs into my mouth,
My face caves as I nod eagerly, grinding against him.
“ Yes, sir …” I moan.
“We can’t have that, can we.”
With a single sweep of his arm, he clears his desk, drapes me across it with my legs hanging off the edge, and yanks off my panties.
I cry out when he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue snaking around my clit as he sucks it between his lips.
Two thick fingers curl into me, fucking me hard and fast and deep as he mercilessly sucks and tongues my button.
It takes all of thirty seconds before my back is arching from the desk and a scream ripping from my throat, the orgasm tearing though me like a hurricane.
I collapse back on his desk, utterly spent—my thighs shaking and slick, his cum still on my chin, and pure fire humming through my veins as he gathers me into his arms.
“How was that ,” I mumble, a goofy, lazy grin on my face.
“ Very good ,” he growls quietly, leaning down to let his lips brush mine. “That was way too fucking good.”
Then I stretch up, closing the distance between our mouths as he carries me from the room.