29. Elanee
29
ELANEE
H e stops at the curvaceous beauty, wearing a black leather wolf mask and dominatrix attire. He presses the blue button on the side of the glass, and a door slides open.
“Good Evening, sir and guest,” she all but purrs. “I’m flattered you’ve chosen me tonight.”
“We won’t require your services tonight, Francesca. Just the room.”
Slight relief passes through me, and she pouts. “We’ve never had concerns about sharing before; you know that.” Her voice is sex and honey mixed into one.
“But I won’t share her,” Dmitri growls, her smile slowly drops. Her dark brown gaze lands on me appraisingly, and then she kicks up another smile.
“Understood, sir. Can I get you anything to make your evening more leisurely?”
“Yes. I have a kit upstairs. Bring it down to me,” he commands.
She offers another polite smile and hands me the flogger. It looks like what they use on horses.
“It’s a crop,” Dmitri clarifies as he steps into the room and undoes his top two buttons.
“Oh?” I say, stepping in behind him. Despite its appeal from the outside, the room is rather spacious with dark grey leather walls. A dimly lit gold chandelier hangs above, but my eye gravitates toward the imposing cross at the back of the room.
“Saint Andrews Cross,” he clarifies as he removes his shirt, and my gaze inevitably trails down his chiseled abs, and I lick my lips with anticipation.
“Right now? With the door open?” I whisper shout. Anyone could walk past. The pounding of the club music might be enough to cover noise, but anyone who walks past can see. And yet my gaze still trails his body, admiring it’s sculpted beauty. I stop on the bullet scar on his shoulder, and guilt floods me from that night months ago.
I’d even pointed a gun at him myself. I thought it was one of The Lion’s men, but even when I registered that it was Dmitri, I had all the more reason to point it at him. He was meant to stay away. I blamed him for my circumstances and entrapment, in denial about my own hand that played in it.
The dominatrix wolf steps back into the room. She walks with the confidence of a concubine serving their master.
She’s beautiful with bronze skin and curves that men would die for. I’m the complete opposite, with my pale complexion and almost embarrassingly thin figure, bordering on being underweight even.
They were better matched. “If you both change your mind. Let me know.” Her gaze lands on me, and she comes to a stop. “You two really do look similar, don’t you?”
I furrow my eyebrows. “Sorry?”
“Your sister, Layla. She talks about you often. I guess I should be saying, welcome home.”
I’m shocked at the mention of my sister. Even envious to know she’s been by his side all this time and a part of his world for so long.
“Out,” Dmitri grits. She doesn’t seem offended by his tone and saunters out casually. Dmitri hits the blue button near the door; it shuts the glass and the room darkens. The room is still dimly lit, but we’re in compete silence now. Soundproof. Interesting. “Sit,” he instructs toward the unique looking leather bench that looks like it’d break someone’s back.
“It’s a tantra chair,” he explains absentmindedly. Nervous energy erupts in my stomach as I approach him and look at the equipment he’s playing with. My eyebrows furrow at the clinical equipment.
“What is that?” I ask as I prop myself up on the edge obediently. Somehow, I don’t think this is part of the usual service.
“I’m going to pierce those taut little nipples of yours before I flog the shit out of that tight cunt of yours.”
“What?” My back straightens attentively, still shocked by the way he says things.
“I don’t ask twice.” He carefully refrains his lethal edge.
“You weren’t asking,” I bite back.
His gaze hits me like a wild fury, and his jaw tics. “Do you know how much it kills me to see his bracelet on your wrist? That I can’t remove his shackle in the blink of an eye. That all I can do right now is secretly call you in the middle of the night and blow a load into a towel.”
My breath hitches. “I’m sorry.” And it’s such a conditioned response that I regret it immediately. His expression shifts, and the subtle change in his posture changes to that of defeat. “Please take the mask off.” I don’t want there to be another barrier between us. I need to see him .
My heart sinks, the reality clicking back into place. “I can’t risk my family any more than I have, Dmitri. I’m sorry.” I remove my mask first and allow that vulnerability to surface.
He removes his and stands between my legs. “Which is the only reason why I haven’t. But it kills every part of me not being able to protect you.”
My heart breaks because I have let Dmitri in as much as I’ve fought it. Fought him. He and my sister are the only ones I have to depend on. Something I tried so hard to deny. Hope. Something that I can’t so easily swat away now. Because I want there to be another side to all of this—a happily ever after, and it was a dangerous notion.
I place my hand on his jaw and feel the tic run through it.
“I told you that I wouldn’t let you go once I had you. And what you ask of me goes against every fiber of my being. I’m not a good man, Elanee. Some might even say I’m cruel,” he confesses. And I doubt that because I know what cruelty looks like, and no, no matter his aggression or shortcomings, he would always fall short of the monsters I’d seen. Well, I hoped so for Dmitri’s sake and mine. Finally, he admits, “I’m possessive, dominating, and an asshole. But only for you.”
“I never knew you were so self-aware.” I joke, but he doesn’t laugh. As much as I want him entirely, no matter what, I will always have to refrain, to keep whatever distance between us to soften the blow that was certainly soon to come. I didn’t do it for my own self-preservation but his.
I look over at the box and pick out the sapphire gemmed bars. I can’t help but notice they’re almost the same color as his eyes. “Okay. But I draw a hard line at your name or face being tattooed anywhere on me,” I say in a second attempt to try and lighten the mood.
“Not anywhere obvious, anyway,” he teases, pulling down my strapless dress and blatantly stares. “Mine.” And then his gaze meets my eyes. “You are mine.”
“Yes,” I whisper encouragingly.
Believing it.
Wanting it.
Clinging to it.
Still, with the knowledge that even I’ll run out of time, I brush my lips against his. As I deepen the kiss, his moan vibrates down my tongue, and throat and I take my time to immerse in this beautiful man.
His hand reaches for my panties, and he purrs approvingly when he discovers there are none. “You are a good girl,” he growls as his fingers rub against the opening of my pussy. He plucks the crop out of my hands and I can feel his cock pushing against his pants and my inner thigh. I’ve come to learn that Dmitri is as much of a patient lover as he is a veracious one.
He grabs what looks like disinfection wipes, rubbing its cool touch against my nipple as he kisses me. Then the feeling of rough sandpaper meets my pussy as he rubs the crop against my clit. The friction ignites a new sensation, and I begin to shamelessly rock my hips to meet its slow movement. Dmitri wipes over the next nipple, and my brain is already splitting as to what sensation to focus on.
“These tight fucking nipples.” He pinches, and I let out a small moan. Warmth floods my core and my pussy begins to pound with anticipation. I pull him closer by the belt and undo it through desperate kisses.
His cock springs free, and I squeeze hard. He growls, and his pupils dilate, satisfying me. I fist him as he rubs the crop against me, that delightful friction slowly splintering me into madness.
I look over to the needles in the box. I’m out of my mind and fucking deranged. But I was okay with this man being the last to mark me. To live recklessly and in the moment. “Are you just going to sterilize my nipples all night or do something about it?” I breathe.
His hand wraps around my throat, and my body stiffens. I stop myself from retracting. This is who Dmitri is. My attention is drawn back to the crop, and I ease into his hold and embrace it. He kisses me then, his tongue as rough as his handy work on my pussy that I can’t stop rolling against.
I might’ve just found my new favorite toy.
He pulls away, but not enough that I can’t continue stroking his cock. My dress is a mess, pushed up over my hips and pulled down around my stomach. He removes the needle from the packet, and my heart pounds as I watch when he lines it up with my nipple.
I’m oddly aroused as I look down, stroking him as he’s about to leave his mark. He pushes the tube-like needle through, and I hiss under its sharp bite. His cock jerks in my hand as a growl vibrates from him. He lines the bar and threads it through. My nipple aches as he screws on the sapphire gemmed ball.
He stares at his mark approvingly and picks up the crop again. My legs automatically widen, ready for the reward, but instead, he smacks it. A hot heat spreads up me and I hiss. Shocked. Pain. But also pleasure.
He smacks again, and it hits me at my core, and my moan bounce off the walls.
Dmitri grabs my hair and pulls back, exposing my neck. “This pussy will be black and blue before you walk out,” he promises. “Do you understand?”
A delicious cruelty spreads through me. Knowing how devoted he is to me brings me power so that I can explore this with him and for him. That I turn him on, a wish fulfilled from my college days, he kisses me again, his hand to my throat possessively.
“Play with yourself,” he commands. “Show me how you stroke yourself when you’re thinking of me.”
I do as he says, gliding my hands down to my wet pussy. I push in a manicured finger, growing in confidence as he shamelessly watches me. I insert a second. “I used to fantasize about you in college,” I confess.
His eyes darken. So many times I’d thought about him. But Dmitri was always that. A friend. A fantasy. A guilty pleasure I’d never taste. So, I purposefully pushed him away. My head naturally drops back as I experience this bliss. He was the na?ve, unrequited love I’d fantasized about.
“I’d watched you twice in college,” he confesses.
My eyes burst open, and a sharp pain threads through my second nipple.
His gaze whips back to me with an eyebrow arched. “Did I tell you to stop pumping that pussy?”
I try not to smile as I continue divulging in myself for his pleasure.
“You watched me?” I whisper effortlessly as my body still grows taught with the leisurely pace.
He fixes the ball at the end of the second piercing, and although he’s only looking at his handy work, I feel like he sees all of me. I’m at his mercy in every way.
Dmitri’s gaze then snaps to mine. “I was always watching you. The times I caught you pleasuring yourself, I stroked myself as well. You should be more careful with that breeze you like sweeping through your window. Sometimes curtains flick up.”
My breath hitches, and although I should feel embarrassed, I’m not.
“You stood outside my window?” I clarify, and I should be disgusted scared even.
He takes my hand and sucks on the fingers I’d been pumping into my pussy. His gaze is all-consuming, and I can’t look away.
“You weren’t the only one with a fantasy, Cricket.”
He flips me over onto my stomach, and the jolt is a reminder of my aching nipples.
Suddenly, I realize how the chair is used because I’m slanting over the chair stomach first with my ass up in the air. I jolt when another slap hits my pussy. I’m throbbing, internally begging for another brutalizing hit. I don’t even have time to let his words sink in as the rough crop rubs against my clit, and I shamelessly push against it with a moan.
Another thunderous smack hits me, and I gasp and arch in shock as he impales me so deeply with his cock. It knocks the breath out of me as he slides out and then back in. I can hardly breathe at this angle because it hits differently. Bruising even, but I don’t want him to stop. I look up briefly at the cross. This room was every bit Godly, but for a different reason and only because he was in this room.
I was certain I’d definitely have to pray after tonight.