8. Maks
8
MAKS
L indsey’s soft lips yield to mine, igniting white-hot desire in my blood. I’ve been attracted to her from the moment I laid eyes on her. I’ve wanted her, craved her even, but getting a taste of the real thing is something else entirely. Her kiss is intoxicating. Her slim body pressed to mine awakens a desire that obliterates my self-control. Without warning, I’m consumed by need for her that’s beyond anything I’ve felt before.
Watching Lindsey fall apart from her punishment turned me on, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy marking her perfect ass with my belt. She’s full of fire and spice, and she’s stronger than I think she knows. But seeing her on the brink of tears over my teasing brought out a protective instinct in me I hadn’t expected. I kissed her to show her I wasn’t laughing at her—that we’re both in the same boat about how hot her punishment was. Only it’s lit a fire inside me that I can’t put out. I’ve been agonizingly careful about not touching her since she became my prisoner. But now that the beast has been unleashed, I can’t put him back in his cage.
Her back arches as I pull her closer, her lips parting on a gasp, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth so I can taste her. Lindsey’s palms—pressed against my chest as if to push me away—slowly slide up to my shoulders, then my neck until her arms are wrapped around me. She kisses with a heat that matches my own, her teeth lightly nipping my lower lip when she pulls back to catch her breath, and when she looks at me, her Baltic-blue eyes are filled with desire behind her glasses.
Cradling her jaw with my palm, I brush the pad of my thumb across her full lips. They’re pink and swollen from our savage kiss, tempting me back in. “Watching you come made me so fucking hard,” I rasp, walking her back against the edge of the desk. “I want to do it again.”
Lindsey’s eyes darken, her breaths quickening as hunger burns in her gaze, and when I lean in to reclaim her lips, her fingers comb into my hair, tugging lightly at the roots as she pulls me closer. My hands roam down her slender body, feeling the shape of her curves, and when I palm her full ass, she releases a low moan. The sound is torn between pain and pleasure, and my cock throbs as it strains against the zipper of my pants. I want to bury myself inside her, to feel Lindsey’s warmth as I claim her for my own. My hips rock forward, grinding against her as I seek relief. She leans into me in response, her breasts pressed against my chest as I devour her lips like a crazed animal, consumed by lust.
This time, when my hands slip beneath her hoodie, there’s no anxious protest. She lifts her arms, silently telling me to take it off. I do, pulling it and her shirt up over her head at the same time. Lindsey’s golden locks cascade around her shoulders, loose and silky, as they fall across the small swells of her breasts. I toss her hoodie onto the chair with my belt, then grasp her hips and lift her, depositing her onto the desk. Her eyes follow me as I lean forward to taste the warm flesh cupped in the lacy shells of her bra.
I’ve known Lindsey for only a few weeks, had her locked in one of my houses for a matter of days, and in that time, I’ve pictured what she would look like underneath those flirty outfits over a hundred times. But nothing compares to the real deal. She’s firm and toned in all the right places with the body of someone who must enjoy yoga or pilates, and when her palms brace against the desk behind her, her breasts arching forward as her head falls back, she looks like Aphrodite ready to be worshipped. I’m not a devout man. In my world, there’s no room for that kind of devotion. Still, I want to have her, body and soul.
Soft gasps escape Lindsey as I nip and kiss my way down the valley between her breasts toward her navel. Goosebumps rise along her skin as my hands follow, my fingertips brushing across her ribs before finding the waistband of her leggings. Lindsey leans back, her movements eager as she shifts her weight to help me remove them. I peel the stretchy fabric off her perfect legs, leaving her in nothing but black lace lingerie as she sprawls across my desk.
“Time for that reward,” I murmur.
Her blue eyes are nearly black with desire, and they sparkle with anticipation as I sink to my knees before her, hooking her thighs over my shoulders. Her panties are already soaked with arousal when I curl a finger around the edge of the fabric and pull it aside for the taste I’ve been aching for. She doesn’t need foreplay. Her pink folds are already swollen and glistening for me. Spreading them with my fingers, I lick her from her wet entrance to her clit, collecting her tangy juices on my tongue. Lindsey gives a lusty groan, her eyes rolling back into her head as she slumps back against the desk, and my cock strains against my zipper, painfully hard with my need to be inside her. She tastes fucking angelic.
Closing my lips over her clit, I swirl my tongue across it.
“Maks,” Lindsey moans, her fingers gripping the sides of the desk as I pick a pace that makes her thighs tremble.
Her breaths quicken, her back bowing as her breasts strain against the fabric encasing them. As I keep my mouth suctioned to her clit, I reach up to palm the soft mounds, finding her nipples beneath the black lace. They’re hard, standing up against the fabric, and I trap them between my fingers and thumbs rolling them. Lindsey cries out. Her clit pulses against my tongue, and her thighs tighten around me, holding me against her slick folds. Pressing my tongue inside her warm entrance, I hum as she tightens around me, coming on my face.
“So responsive,” I murmur, and Lindsey shivers, her breaths coming in sharp gasps.
Her legs fall open for me as I stand, looking down at her perfection. Planting one palm beside her hips, I lean in to cup the back of her neck and pull her toward me, her lips rising to meet mine. Her fingers go to the buttons of my dress shirt, exposing my chest, then she reaches for the zipper of my pants. But as soon as I have the latch of her bra undone, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her onto her feet, turning her so I can pin her back against my chest.
“What do you think you’re doing, little rabbit?” I ask, trapping her wrists across her chest as I cuff them with my fingers.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Her voice is breathy with arousal, her supple breasts pressing against my hands every time she drags in a ragged lungful of air, and I’m intensely aware of her hips rolling back against me, the pressure easing the intense ache in my throbbing cock.
“It looks like you want to come on my cock, zaya ,” I breathe against the shell of her ear as I guide her bra straps down her arms, exposing her breasts. They’re still the firm, pert shape of a woman in her early twenties, young and beautiful and inviting as they rise and fall with each rushed breath.
Lindsey nods, her soft hair brushing against the exposed triangle of my chest. My blood pounds thickly through my veins all heading in the same direction until my cock is so swollen and hard that it hurts. The thought of burying myself inside her makes me half-crazed with desire, but I made her a promise before I punished her.
“You know what you have to do, then,” I rasp, palming one of her breasts and teasing the hard point of her nipple as I let my other hand roam down the flat plane of her stomach.
My fingers dip inside the flimsy fabric of her panties, and I bite back a groan as I feel her smooth, bare skin beneath.
Lindsey gasps as my fingertips brush across the peak of her thighs, lightly stroking her clit. I press two fingers between her slick folds, finding her hot, wet entrance. She cries out, her knees buckling as I thrust inside of her, and I tighten my grip around her waist as I start to finger her.
“Oh god, please,” she whimpers, grasping my forearm to hold herself up.
“God’s not the one you should be begging,” I warn darkly, sliding in and out of her with the wet sound of skin meeting skin.
Her walls tighten around my fingers as her excitement builds, and Lindsey shudders against me. My abs tense, my arm firm around her waist as it takes all my self-restraint not to bend her over the desk once more and take her, but I want to hear her say it—I want to know just how much she wants it before I claim her.
“Please, Maks,” Lindsey breathes, her nails pressing into skin. “I want you—” She chokes on a cry of pleasure as I nip the soft lobe of her ear, fingering her relentlessly.
“To what?” I tease.
“I want you to fuck me, please, fuck!” she screams.
Lindsey seems too lost in the heat of the moment to even think about someone listening to what we’re doing, but I’m sure anyone standing in the hall would hear her. A deep sense of satisfaction surges through me to make her lose herself so completely, and my drive to wring every last drop of pleasure from her intensifies. Circling her clit with my thumb, I continue to fill her with my fingers until she falls apart in my arms.
Quivering against me, Lindsey pants, clinging to my arms as if incapable of staying upright on her own. Taking her hands, I interlace our fingers and guide her palms back to the desk, bending her forward so she’s leaning against it as I wrap her fingers around the edges.
“Hold on tight, little rabbit,” I rasp, my voice harsh with arousal.
Catching her golden locks with my fingers, I draw her hair over one shoulder, exposing the other as I trail ravenous kisses across her soft, bare flesh. I take my time feeling every inch of her as I work my way down to the thin strip of fabric that vanishes between her ass cheeks. Hooking my thumbs inside the elastic of her panties, I pull them down her legs.
She steps out of them shakily as I kneel behind her, and I slip them into my pocket before guiding her feet wider, spreading her thighs. Red lines mark her creamy skin from my belt, and a primal pleasure rises in my chest at the marks I’ve left on her body—a kind of branding that makes her mine. They won’t scar or even bruise, but they’ll make her think of me every time she sits for days. My fingers brush them lightly as I trace the lines across her ass, and Lindsey moans. When I grasp her hips and press my lips to the feverish red skin, she leans into the caress, her back arching to give me the perfect view of her dripping pink slit.
I spread her cheeks, leaning in to steal another taste of her, and Lindsey cries out.
“So wet and ready for me,” I purr, running my fingers through her slick folds once more as I come to my feet. I want to bury myself inside her—to feel her warm wetness with nothing separating us, but after a lifetime of being careful, it would be stupid of me to throw caution out the window now. I’ve never had unprotected sex—to avoid any potential diseases but also to ensure I won’t accidentally bring a child into my fucked-up world.
Precum beads on the tip of my cock as I free it from my pants. It’s so hard, it’s practically brushing my abdomen, and I give it one firm tug to ease the pressure throbbing through its length. Then I lean around Lindsey to open my desk drawer and pull out a condom. She glances over her shoulder at me as I rip the foil, her eyes hooded with lust. She looks like the perfect student in need of my education with her glasses framing her innocent gaze. Her cheeks are flushed from the aftermath of her last climax, and her full lips are parted sensually in a silent gasp. I want to see them wrapped around my cock, but not right now. I’m so desperate to bury myself inside her it hurts.
Next time. The thought slips into my head before I can stop it. There shouldn’t be a next time. I don’t do anything more than casual with women—it’s not worth the risk. But even before I’m finished with Lindsey, I’m thinking about doing it again because she’s so damn irresistible. Her sensual sounds of pleasure, the way she squirms beneath my touch, the heat in her eyes when she looks at me—she’s addictive, and now that I’ve had a taste of her, all I want is more.
Rolling the condom down my hard length, I grasp the base and part her folds as I line the tip up with her wet entrance. Lindsey cries out as I thrust inside of her from behind, filling her to the hilt. Her hips rock forward against the edge of the desk, and I groan with satisfaction at the relief of being buried inside her warmth.
She braces against the desk, rocking back into me as I grip her waist and start to rock inside her. Each time I slam forward, she pushes back, taking my considerable size like she was made for my cock. After weeks of wanting her, days of resisting temptation every time I’m in her presence, it feels dangerously good to be taking what I want.
Lindsey’s knuckles whiten as she grasps the edges of the desk hard. Her back arches, her hips nudging the desk forward each time our skin connects with a soft slap. Shifting my hold on her, I lean in until my chest is brushing her bare back. I snake one arm around her waist, running my hand up between her breasts until my palm rests against the base of her throat, my fingers pressing against her collar bones, not choking her but holding her firmly in place. With my other hand, I find her clit and start to draw circles around it.
“You feel so fucking good, zaya ,” I rasp, teasing the sensitive point between her thighs.
Lindsey whimpers, her hips rocking in time with my thrusts as she grinds against me. The way she chases her pleasure awakens a hunger inside me to know just how dark her desires go, if she might match my level of depravity. She’s not shy about her sexuality, which makes me confident that I’m not her first. The thought triggers an unexpected wave of jealousy deep in my gut. But the way she responds to my touch makes me certain no one has turned her on like I can, and that gives me an unshakable sense of satisfaction. I want to own her pleasure, to brand this moment in her memory so no other man could possibly compare. It’s selfish and arrogant—especially knowing I can’t keep Lindsey for my own—but I’ve never wanted to ruin a woman for any other man like I do her right now.
I shouldn’t be falling for Lindsey—her least of all because she knows a secret that could destroy all my carefully laid plans for revenge—but I can’t seem to stop myself. This past week, I’ve made excuses, told myself I was only going to see her because it was my responsibility as her prison keeper and because I needed to make sure it would be safe to keep her alive. In that time, she’s opened up to me in a way few women ever have. I let her in so I would be certain I could trust her—and she broke that trust when she decided to run. Still, the undercurrent of attraction that I’ve been holding back all this time just shattered my defenses, like water breaking through a dam. With every hot, wet thrust, I’m losing the battle to keep her at a distance. She’s wormed her way into the crevices of my walls, and now they’re crumbling down.
“Oh god, Maks!” Lindsey gasps, her core rippling around my cock.
The sound of her pleasure as she finds her release is all it takes to push me over the edge. I wanted to draw this out, to find the limit on just how many times I could make her come, but she feels too good. Her pussy milks my hard length, urging me deeper inside her, and with one final thrust, I spill cum into her depths.
Fuck, I’m in trouble with this one.