Chapter 35 #2
“You really don’t need to explain it to me, of all people,” she says with a stern, knowing look. “Ivan and the Imperiya Korona would be lucky to get you.”
My smile twists. “I… thank you , Madame,” I say quietly.
She nods her chin. “Make sure the door locks behind you when you leave.”
She drifts off into the shadows, and I hear the door to the backstage area open and shut.
I’m alone.
With him .
I take a shaky breath, biting my lip as I slowly turn to where he’s still sitting in the third row, dead center. I’m suddenly aware that Val, Evie and I weren’t exactly talking quietly , and I’m wondering exactly how much he heard from over there.
“BDE, hmm?”
Well, there's my answer.
He draws in a slow breath, not moving from his seat as he raises his hand and beckons with two fingers.
“Come here.”
Heat pools between my legs, my insides tightening with hunger and need.
Yeah, this is exactly what BDE is: the fact that this man can just sit there looking like fucking sin and beckon me with two fingers.
…And the fact that I do as I’m told when he does it.
I crouch down and slide off the lip of the stage into the auditorium. Arousal slithers and snakes through my body, pebbling my nipples against my leotard and making my thighs rub together as I walk up the aisle to the third row, then slip down it, until I’m standing in front of him.
“ Hi ,” I say quietly, biting my lip.
Kir cocks a brow, leveling a dark look at me.
“My socks …” he growls.
I grin in spite of myself, feeling my face heat. “In my underwear drawer back at the house,” I say. “How did your meeting?—”
I gasp as his hand slides to the back of my thigh, gripping tightly before it drags higher to my ass.
“I didn’t realize that I had such a little brat living under my roof.”
Fire curls and licks hungrily inside me. My breath catches as I feel his hand grabbing my ass tighter, his fingers sinking deep into my flesh.
“I’m sorry, sir ,” I whisper hoarsely. “I don’t know what?—”
“Pull your tights and leotard down.”
I shiver, my breath catching as raw need coils and tightens in my stomach. I swallow, nervously glancing around the dark auditorium, lit only by a few dim stage lights.
Standing here talking to him this close is dangerous enough. But… that ?
“Kir—”
“I said pull your fucking tights and leotard down, little sinner,” he murmurs darkly. “To your knees.”
I jolt, gasping when his hand rears back and gives me a little smack on the ass.
“ Now .”
My eyes bulge as I look at him in shock.
“ What ?!” I hiss quietly. “ Kir, I’ll be naked ? — ”
“Yes, I suppose you will.”
His eyes lock with mine, his lips curling dangerously in the corners.
My body trembles and shifts, my thighs squeezing together and my blood pumping like fire through my veins.
“I said now , little sinner,” he murmurs.
I take a shaky breath, looking right at him as I reach up and pull one of the spaghetti straps of my leotard down over my shoulder.
I do the same on the other side, and then slowly peel it down my body, over my chest. Kir’s eyes drag hungrily over my breasts and nipples, making the heat in my core coil even tighter.
I push the material down my torso, then over my hips, my face exploding with heat as I shimmy a little to get it down my thighs to my knees.
Then I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my tights and do the same with them.
I tremble, hugging my nakedness as I stand there in the middle of the third row back from stage, my skin throbbing under his gaze.
“Lie across my knees. Face down.”
My heart thunders in my chest, rattling in my ears as my pulse goes off the rails. I swallow heavily, my body humming with need.
He sits back in his chair, spreading his arms casually across the backs of the seats on either side. He takes a calm breath before looking at my eyes, wide and trembling, but eager.
“ Now , little sinner.”
My pulse is pounding so hard as to make my body shiver as I lower myself down and bend across his lap. My nipples drag over his trousers, my midsection pressed to his muscled thighs.
I jump when I feel his hands touch me—one tracing between my shoulder blades, the other resting on my ass. He teases his fingers over the cheeks in slow, deliberate circles, making my core clench with aching need as heat floods between my thighs.
“Oh, and I almost forgot.”
He shifts, removing his hand from my shoulder to reach into his jacket.
“I believe you left something of yours in my suit pocket this morning.”
My eyes go wide, cheeks flaming as he dangles the pink thong from his fingertip, right in front of my face.
“Open your mouth.”
A low, throaty moan builds inside me.
“ Open. Your. Mouth .”
I do, even knowing what’s coming. I whimper when he stuffs the lacy thong between my lips like a gag before sliding his hand back and twisting it in my hair.
“You’re going to count to twenty ,” he murmurs darkly.
I mumble through the lace that I can’t talk clearly with my panties in my mouth. Kir’s eye glint as he smiles at me.
“Just do your best,” he murmurs.
His hand strokes my butt again, sending a ripple up my spine. When the hand slowly pulls away from me, I tense, waiting.
Then his palm cracks hard across my ass, making me scream into the panties.
“ ONE !” I squeal, the word muffled and unrecognizable.
His hand comes down on the other cheek next, sending bolts of pain mixed with heated pleasure rippling through me.
“ TWO !”
Slowly, I start to descend into delicious darkness, hearing every sharp smack of his palm against my upturned ass, feeling every heated shiver as the punishment for my bratty behavior radiates through my core.
By seven, I’m squirming in his lap—both from the sting of his palm and the throbbing, needy wetness he creates between my legs with every smack.
By twelve, I’m shaking. When I choke out thirteen, I’m grinding against his thigh shamelessly, aching for him as he punishes my ass one cheek at a time, back and forth. Pain ripples through me mixed with a craving for his brutal control that has my knees weak and my core clenching.
He punctuates number sixteen by slipping his hand between my legs. I moan shamelessly, pushing back on him, desperate to feel his fingers inside me.
Kir chuckles darkly, quietly.
“ Greedy little sinner,” he rumbles. “Already wanting my fingers, aren’t you.”
I moan, shuddering with pleasure. “ Yes, sir… ” I choke into the panties.
Seventeen is a brutal one, making me cry out as the sharp sting of his hand radiates through my body.
On nineteen, I’m aware of the huge bulge pulsing against my stomach as he brutalizes my poor ass. His hand kneads my tender skin, his cock tensing and straining against me.
“ TWENTY! ” I cry out.
He’s already moving me before I can even catch my breath.
He yanks me up and spins me around, pulling my back to his chest as I tumble into his lap. His hands are all over me, cupping my breasts from behind, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers.
His lips drag over my neck, his teeth raking the skin as a low rumble teases through my ear.
“ Take out my cock, babygirl .”
I whimper as I slowly ease up from his lap and reach behind me, fumbling with his belt, then the button of his trousers, then the zipper. My pulse skips when I reach inside, moaning quietly as my fingers find his thick cock.
I pull him out, my breath turning shaky and ragged as I slowly pump my small hand up and down him.
Fuuuck .
He’s so big.
Kir positions his legs on either side of mine and then eases me back. I moan, shaking when I feel the hard, hot, swollen head of his cock tease against my lips.
“Just like that, babygirl,” he growls quietly. His hips roll, and I whimper when I feel his big dick slowly sliding between my lips. “Sit back on it,” he murmurs. “I want to watch your pretty cunt swallow my cock.”
Moans fall from my lips as I push back, gasping quietly as I feel him open me up. Pleasure and heat throb inside me as I slowly sink down onto his cock.
“All the way,” he murmurs. “I want your greedy cunt to swallow every fucking inch of me. I know you can take it.”
He groans deeply, grabbing a fist of my hair and rolling his hips into me as I slide back on him, taking more and more of his beautiful cock inside.
“You’re doing so well, babygirl,” Kir rasps darkly into my ear. His arms circle me, his hands cupping my breasts and toying with my aching nipples as I start to sink down onto him more. “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”
Pleasure hums and ripples through me, all those “good girls” just melting me. I keep lowering myself down, whining with need as I feel every inch of him push into me, stretching me wider and wider, my eyes rolling back in my head.
When my ass is finally nestled against his hips, his big cock buried to the hilt inside me, I take a shaky breath. Kir groans, twitching and pulsing deep inside me. I swear I can feel him in my stomach as I grind on his dick, moaning, my pussy dripping and leaking all over him.
“Such a good girl,” he growls into my ear. “That’s it. Grind on that big fucking cock. Let me feel that messy little cunt squeeze and strangle my dick, babygirl.”
I moan into the panties stuffed into my mouth when he tugs on my hair. He grabs my sore ass, gripping it possessively as he slides me up every thick inch of his cock until just the swollen head is inside, leaking precum into me.
“Now show me how good girls ride cock.”
I whine a low moan of pleasure into the lace as I sink back down onto him. Fuck , it’s such a tight fit as his thick cock slides into me. I rise up again, my muscles clenching and my pussy rippling around him as I start to ride his gorgeous dick.
I cry out when his open palm smacks my ass. Kir growls, tugging my hair sharply enough to make me moan as he grinds deep into me.