Chapter 17 #2
“Because you were able to take the mess you were given and created who you wanted to be. I never had that choice. My life was decided for me. I had to do what was expected of me. But you…” His hand squeezes mine. “You remade yourself.”
“You make it sound so romantic.”
His lips twitch. “I’m not romantic, Bane.”
“You are. You tattooed my ass with your name.”
“Not many would like that.”
“But I do.”
His grin widens. “It seems we’re a perfect match.”
“Perfect,” I agree.
The server appears and sets two bowls of soup down.
“Borscht,” I say, and Georgiy nods.
“I had some when I was at Mikhail’s. Angel makes a mean one.”
“He does. I was very surprised by how well he did with recreating traditional Russian meals.”
“He had motivation.”
“He did. And he accomplished it.”
“He did. Mikhail never stood a chance.”
“He did not.”
We stare at each other, something unspoken moving between us. I didn’t stand a chance either. Not with Georgiy. And it seems he feels the same about me.
I dip my spoon into the bright red soup and take a sip, sighing as flavor explodes across my tongue.
“What does this remind you of?” I ask.
He ponders that a moment and says, “Cold days around the fire, my mother and father having heated discussions about politics.”
“Sounds lovely.”
“It was. But in hindsight, those opinions of theirs got them killed.”
“But you got to experience them.”
He nods. “You remind me of all I had, not all I lost.”
That makes pride well up inside of me. I’m good for him. I make him feel better.
“I’m glad I’m good for something.”
“You’re good for a lot of things.” His eyes darken. “I can’t wait to show you when we leave.”
I can’t wait for that either. I’m eager as I finish off the soup and watch as another plate is set before me. Shashlik—lamb and vegetables. It reminds him of his grandmother and the scents of her kitchen as she cooked.
I devour it.
“We’ll have dessert to go,” he tells me, my head buzzing slightly from the beer and all the information he gave me about himself.
“Your ass?”
“No, Bane. Not my ass.”
I sigh and then wiggle in my seat.
“How about a little taste?”
“Perhaps if you’re a good boy, we can come to an arrangement.”
I want to know exactly what this arrangement entails, but I don’t ask. I want it to be a surprise.
By the time we leave, I’m stuffed and satiated. Ready for dessert. Ready for whatever Georgiy is willing to give me. We slip into the car and Georgiy starts to drive us toward the airport.
“The plane is waiting for us?” I ask.
“Yes. We need to get back and help Anthony follow up on our leads.”
“But did we really find anything worthwhile?”
“We know you weren’t adopted with them.”
I sigh and then nod. “At least I didn’t fuck my brother.”
Georgiy turns, and his hand grabs my thigh, squeezing roughly. “Do not talk about fucking another man around me.”
“Does it make you feral? Does it make you jealous?”
“Yes.”
Oh, that makes me horny. Hornier than I am at the moment. I know he’s taken possession of me, but yes, please. Show me that emotion, Georgiy.
I try to move his hand up my leg to my dick, but he refuses to touch it. I guess I’ll just have to wait until we’re on the plane.
So until then, I just hold his hand. I feel his pulse in his wrist. It’s steady and strong. Just like him.
When we board the plane, Georgiy directs me to sit right next to him, his hand landing on my leg once more, steadying me, making sure I stay patient.
When the plane takes off and we’re at cruising altitude, he reclines the seat, and his hand leaves my leg. It travels to the button on his pants and undoes it.
“Oh,” I breathe, and he huffs a laugh.
“It’s a four-hour trip back home.”
“I can get you off like ten times,” I say as he pulls his cock out. It’s hardening the longer I look at it, until it’s at full mast. I reach out to touch it, but he stops me.
“Your mouth.”
I wet my lips and wiggle in my seat, trying to unclasp the seatbelt, but he stops me.
“No, leave it on.”
“Why? I can’t get good suction if I have it on.”
He cocks his head as he looks at me. “Sit there.” He points to the seat directly across from and facing him, and I quickly move over to it, latching myself in and then leaning over. It’s perfect, my head in his lap, his cock sliding into my mouth. Just the tip.
A groan leaves him, and I shudder as the sound vibrates through me.
His fingers thread through my hair, massaging my scalp gently.
“So good,” he murmurs as he shifts slightly, his cock sliding in further.
I moan softly as it hits the back of my throat.
I’m drooling now, surely leaving a spot on his pants, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He just continues to stroke me gently as I suck on him.
I’m not getting him off either. He’s not pushing in and out of me. He’s content to just let me warm him.
And so I do, my jaw aching after a while, but I refuse to let him go. He’s letting me do this. And I don’t want to stop. I refuse.
“You’re doing so well,” he says, his hand massaging my neck. I peer up at him and see him watching me. His cheeks are flushed, his pupils engulfing his irises.
His hand reaches over and slides down my side, undoing my pants slowly.
We hit some turbulence and my body rocks slightly, his cock pushing into my throat and his fingers fumbling with my zipper.
I bob my head slightly, and he huffs his approval.
This would be much easier if I were on my knees, but he won’t allow it. He cares too much. He wants me safe.
It makes me suck harder as his fingers finally pull my dick out. He strokes it roughly, slowly, and I give the most unhinged feral moan. I love when he touches me.
He works me with one hand while the other glides me up and down his dick. It’s measured and controlled, and I just lie there limply, letting him do what he likes. Georgiy’s toy. The thought of it makes my dick leak. I’m close, but then again, can you blame me?
His hands are on me. His bare hands.
My hips try to arch up, inhibited by the seatbelt, but I fuck into his enclosed fist as best I can, and my body tenses, my release barreling through me.
I make a mess, my pants ruined, but he doesn’t let up.
He just continues to touch me, massaging my half-hard dick until I’m almost ready to come again.
And he still hasn’t had an orgasm.
Of course he hasn’t. He’s always so in control. Always so regulated.
I hollow out my cheeks, and he grunts, his hand tightening in my hair as he continues to slowly piston in and out of my mouth. I want to touch him just like he’s touching me. One of my hands reaches between his legs, and I massage his balls.
“Did I say you could do that?” he murmurs.
“Uh-uh,” I moan around his cock. He stops touching me and pulls his dick from my mouth. It sits on my cheek, wet and heavy.
I messed up. I didn’t do what he said.
I peer up at him, and his finger traces my bottom lip.
“Take off your clothes.”
I sit up and stare at him before moving into action. In seconds, I’m completely bare, my ass squeaking on the seat.
“Good. Now buckle in.”
Oh, yes. What’s he going to do to me? What’s he gonna make me do?
I stare at him as he pulls his pants down lower, exposing himself to me.
His hand grips his wet dick and he strokes it, his eyes never leaving me.
They roam from my face to my stomach to my feet and then back again.
He likes what he sees. But he’s also doing this to punish me for breaking the rules, for touching when I wasn’t allowed.
It only makes me hornier.
My hand reaches down to cup my dick, but he stops stroking and shakes his head.
“Touch again and I’ll tie you to your chair.”
I wiggle and grab the armrests, trying to behave, but it’s so hard. I’m so hard.
“Help,” I whisper, and Georgiy lets out a small, dark chuckle.
“The only help you’ll get is when I’m finally satisfied you learned your lesson.”
I moan, my head rolling back as I continue to watch him stroke himself. I want to slide between his legs and drink him down, but he won’t let me.
“Please,” I whisper, my dick throbbing. “Please. I’ll be good.”
He cocks his head and then stops touching himself. A bead of precum sits on the tip of him, and I want to lean forward and lick it off. My tongue peeks out and wets my lips. He sees it, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red.
It’s the one thing that gives him away. He wants this too. He’s struggling as well.
That thought stirs lust within me. I shiver and shake, my hips arching up into the air, meeting no resistance, meeting no friction. It’s painful. Horrific.
“Come here,” he finally says after what feels like hours.
I unbuckle so quickly that I snap my finger in the metal clasp and yelp. Georgiy leans forward and brings my hand to his mouth, kissing it softly.
“Careful.”
“I need you” is all I can respond.
His eyes meet mine, and then he pushes me to the floor, my head clasped in his hands. And he fucks my face. It’s brutal, feral, an unhinged possession. I gag and choke, my fingers holding onto his thighs as I swallow him down.
When he comes, it’s rough, pouring down my throat and into my stomach. I choke on it, some of his mess sliding down my chin and my neck.
I don’t even care, just stare up at him as he strokes my head.
“Get back in your seat.”
On unsteady legs, I move back toward the chair opposite him, but he stops me with a grip on my waist.
“This one,” he tells me, bringing me over to the seat next to him. I slide into it and rest my head in his lap, his soft cock going into my mouth. I suck on it, happily sighing as his hand wraps around my dick once more, stroking me softly until we arrive home.
It’s only then that he lets me come.
Right when we’re landing.
I make a mess, as usual, and when I step from the plane, I’m naked and wrapped in his suit jacket.