Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Leah
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it had in fact been too long since I’d felt the pleasure of a man’s hands on my body or maybe I was just a messed up cookie, but when I climbed into bed, I was so horny that my core was clenching uncontrollably.
Dion was right. It had been too long, and his drawn-out stories about his rather colorful love life had just made it worse.
I needed release.
Rolling from my front to my back, I settled myself against the pillows. My eyes darted towards the door. I hadn’t shut it properly, and I could see a sliver of the shadowy doorway from my place on the bed.
The smart thing to do would be to get up and close it fully, but I knew from experience that Dion would be passed out for the next few hours, at least. As long as I was quiet, then I should be ok.
It wasn’t like Dion would wake up anytime soon, and there was no one else here with me. I could let myself relax and—
Closing my eyes, I let my hand drift down my body. Tracing the outlines of my breasts through the thin t-shirt, I plucked at my nipples until they were standing straight upwards before letting my hand drop down even lower. I skimmed my stomach and then—
My parted knees parted more as my fingers skimmed across my already damp panties, and I stifled back a moan.
This was exactly what I needed. This tiny little bit of release. Self-care was important, and I had been neglecting it.
Sliding my hand into my panties, I touched my wet flesh. Parting my lips so I could coat my fingers in my own juices and using that wetness to slide around my clit. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my eyelashes fluttered.
For several lazy minutes, I teased myself, building up the pressure until it felt like I couldn’t take it anymore.
Curling my hand, I plunged two fingers into myself up to the first knuckle.
And this time, a breathy moan left my lips before I could stop it.
My pussy gripped my fingers in little spasms that told me I was already well on the way.
What would it be like if it were a man’s hand between my legs instead of my own? But I already knew the answer to that. I’d already be coming. Especially if that man was anything like the overbearing—
“Viktor.” I moaned his name. “Oh.”
I lost myself in the images that were flooding my brain, and the sensations that were flooding my body. My fingers worked quickly, and with each thrust of them in my body, it was him that I was imagining.
It wasn’t my fingers that were breaching my body in ever increasing thrusts, it was his cock. Thick and hot and—
My back arched, and the smallest of tremors began in my thighs. My breath caught in my throat as the tight knot of need threatened to explode.
“Oh—”
The front door shut with the smallest of clicks, and I froze. My fingers were still buried deep inside of me. I waited.
Had Dion just left? Was that what I was hearing ?
Flutters trembled against the fingers I still had buried deep inside of me, my own body telling me to carry on, but I didn’t move. From the hallway beyond a floorboard squeaked.
I bolted out of the bed, my juices still coating my fingers a split second before my bedroom door opened wider, and a dark shadow appeared in the hallway. It was so huge that it seemed to fill the narrow space completely.
“Dion?” My heart thundered in my chest. It wasn’t Dion. I knew it wasn’t.
“No.” A heavily accented voice answered my question, and instead of speeding up, my heart seemed to stop completely. “It’s not your Dion, Printsessa.”
“What?” I moved back into the bedroom, heading as far away from the door as I could.
Viktor stepped inside. There was a bed between us, but he was between me and the door. To escape him, I would have to go through him. “What are you doing here?” My voice shook.
Viktor took a step into the room. “I came to give you—”
His eyes darted down to my hand, and a wicked smile curved up his lips. “A helping hand.”
My cheeks flamed red hot. How could he have known what I was doing? Unless he had seen me? Had he been hiding in my home this entire time?
That didn’t seem very likely. So did that mean he had some other way of watching me?
“Are you spying on me?” My eyes darted around the room, but I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Everything seemed exactly how it should be.
“Yes.” He didn’t even try to lie. “Come here.” Holding out his hand, he waited for me to take it,
Was I going to do that? He was a crazy person. I opened my mouth to tell him such when he lashed out and caught me around the wrist, dragging me into him. His arm came around my waist to trap me to him so tightly that my breasts were flattened against his chest .
“You said I had three days.” Something deep inside of me began to pulse. My pussy fluttered with its own pulse.
“Ssssh.” Viktor bent his giant frame over mine, nudging my hair away from my throat so he could run his nose along it. “We wouldn’t want your little friend to wake up, would we?” Viktor’s lips replaced his nose. He nibbled across my pulse point.
I whimpered before I could stop myself, and my head fell backwards to give him easier access to the sensitive skin of my throat.
“That’s it, Printsessa. Give yourself to me.”
I didn’t want this to happen, did I? Did I want to give myself to him? If I didn’t, all I had to do was scream and Dion would come running.
Dion, my heart skipped a beat. This didn’t have to happen. All I had to do was scream, and he would come running. I told myself again that he would be my hero.
And then what? A small voice mocked. Dion would come to my rescue, and Viktor would hurt him or worse.
“That’s it.” A hand pressed into the small of my back. Pushing me into him even more. “Tell me what you were thinking about.” He ordered. “Tell me what you imagined me doing to you when your fingers were buried deep in your cunt?”
His hand dropped lower, cupping my ass and lifting me onto my tiptoes. I let out a shaky breath. “I wasn’t—”
He spanned me quickly. One second, we were face to face, and the next, I had my back to him, and he was pressing me into the closed door.
“Don’t lie to me, Leah.” He used his body to trap me against the wood. “You called my name. Was this how you imagined it would go?” Dragging my t-shirt upwards, he closed his hand over my breast and squeezed. Hard.
Hard enough that it was almost painful, but not hard enough that I fought to be free of his hands. In fact, the pain was kind of welcomed.
“No,” I whispered.
“No.” He nipped at my shoulder. “Then maybe it was more this—” dropping to his knees, he yanked my hips back .
There was a second where I wondered what he was doing, and then he pushed my panties aside and licked me. There was nothing tentative or loving about his tongue between my legs. It was one swipe of pure ownership, and it turned my legs to jelly.
I couldn’t help it, I whimpered again. “Viktor.” My nails scraped against the door.
I felt him smile against me, “You like that, don’t you, Printsessa,” he murmured, and the vibrations purred against me.
My clit felt like it was pulsating. A beacon begging to be licked and sucked.
“No. I—”
He licked me again. Teasing me. “Then scream, scream so loudly that your little friend comes running to save you. Because if you don’t scream, Leah, I am going to lick you until you forget your own name.” The tip of his tongue darted between my lips. Testing me, tasting me.
My whole body trembled.
“Scream and tell me you weren’t already soaked for me before I even got here. Because if you don’t, he pushed his tongue in even further, “I am going to show you how a real man fucks. You want that, don’t you?”
I stayed silent, and he took it for the answer it was. By not screaming out for help, I was agreeing. I didn’t know why I was agreeing, but I was.
“Good girl.” His voice turned husky, his accent even more pronounced. “Brace yourself against the door and remember,” another swipe, this time right against my clit, which fizzed to life and made me jolt. “Not a sound, we don’t want to wake up your drunk friend. It would get him hurt.”
He didn’t speak again, closing his hands painfully around my hips, he feasted between my legs. His tongue and mouth were everywhere. His tongue swirled around my clit and then plunged into me as deep as it would go ,
It was an onslaught of sensations, and my body jerked with every flick and suck. Sweat coated my skin, dripping into my eyes.
“Cum for me, Printsessa.”
I wanted to, even though I knew it was wrong. I wanted to more than anything because it felt like my body was wound so tight that at any second I was going to snap.
Loosening his grip on my hips, Viktor curled an arm around my thighs and held me to his mouth. His fingers flew over my swollen clit in a tight little circle.
Stars erupted before my eyes, blinding me with white hot light, and my whole body convulsed.
I cried out, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment as I came apart at the seams. But Viktor didn’t stop.
He kept up the assault on my clit, his tongue lapping against me as I came over and over again.
I bit down on my hand to stop myself from screaming.
“Printsessa.” A groan ripped its way out of Viktor’s mouth. A desperate sound that somehow mirrored my own. Climbing to his feet, he turned me.
“You cum so—”
“Leah?” Dion’s voice was shaking with sleep from behind the doorway. “Is everything ok?”
Viktor slammed a hand over my mouth, silencing me. Above his hand, my eyes widened. Viktor shook his head. Slowly, he dropped his hand.
“Yeah. Sorry, I think I had a nightmare.” My voice was husky. Hopefully, Dion would think it was from sleep and not suspect I had just had an orgasm that was still rippling through my body in little spasms.
“Go back to sleep,” I called out, but there was no answer, just the sound of shuffling footsteps.