Chapter 26 #2
He roughly pulls down the top of my dress to expose my breasts to his heavy stare before his mouth clamps around a nipple.
Sucking me. Devouring my tits as he would my lips with hot open-mouth kisses.
His other hand moves to my ass, pulling me down roughly over his hard cock.
It’s so commanding, so predatory, and it makes me desperate to feel his thickness drilling inside of me.
“Be a good little whore and come on me,” he commands. Somewhere in the background, I’m vaguely aware of men’s voices still coming from the speakerphone, but it only seems to make the moment hotter.
My pussy throbbing, I swing my hips forward, every nerve ending in my body comes alive as my clit grinds against the fabric covering my husband’s cock.
The friction ignites a path of pleasure inside of me, and I’m high thinking about how dirty this is.
Me using his fully clothed body to get off.
I’m flushed, and wanting with every glide over his bulge.
And then he pulls away, leaving me breathless and needy.
As if nothing out of the ordinary is going on, Daniil leans forward, just past me, hits a button on his phone, and speaks.
I can’t understand his words, but fuck, his voice is calm and steady.
He doesn’t sound at all like his wife is grinding on him, about to come on his fully clothed form.
Just the thought of my impending release seems to push me closer to the edge. I can’t help it. A breathless moan escapes my lips.
A low chuckle rumbles from Daniil’s chest. He must hear the desperation in my moan and register the way my fingers grip his shoulders tight while I rock on him like it’s my salvation.
“Better keep it down, printsessa, they don’t get to hear my wife come,” he whispers against my ear. “But if they do”—he delivers a sharp smack to my ass. A crack rings out through the room and there is a momentary pause in the phone conversation—“there will be consequences.”
Motherfucker. He hadn’t put the phone back on mute. He’s toying with me. Like a cat toys with their prey. But I can’t say I mind the idea of his consequences.
“Come on me. I want you to get this ten-thousand-dollar suit messy with your pussy juice.”
He keeps his fingers intertwined behind his head, but he looks at me with such a heated stare, I’m surprised I haven’t erupted in flames.
Biting my lower lip to keep from crying out, I squirm against him, my clit begging for any type of action.
And when I find it, a breathy moan slips from between my lips, which Daniil catches, sealing his lips over my own.
Russian male voices continue to drone on in the background, and maybe that’s why I’m caught unaware when Daniil grabs my hips forcing them down just as he flexes his hips upwards, my clit colliding with his hardness.
That crash is all it takes for me to explode all over him.
The orgasm lights my body like an inferno, making my movements jerky, my breaths ragged … and loud.
Oh, shit.
It’s then that Daniil moves. It takes only one second, but he barks something into the phone and then slams a button. This time it’s not the mute button, he’s hung up the men, and all his focus is on me.
“What did I tell you about keeping quiet?”
“I-I tried, but—”
“You didn’t try hard enough, baby.” A dangerous thrill jolts through me so intently I can practically taste it.
Burying his hand in my hair, he gathers a handful and tugs back to expose my neck before licking up the tendons. I need to catch my breath. I need to stay sharp, but as it is, I’m floating somewhere in space.
Amusement glints in his eyes. “You made a mess all over me.” I glance down to see a wet spot on his crotch, exactly where I just rode out my orgasm. “And now I’m going to make a mess all over you.”
In one fell swoop, his arm reaches around me and brushes everything off his desk. Holy mother of Christ. That was not necessary, but it sure was hot. I just pray his laptop is in one piece or this is going to be a very expensive lay.
“Up”—he coaxes me onto his desk—“and spread those pretty thighs wide.”
I do as he says. He doesn’t bother to strip me, but my dress has been reduced to a band of fabric around my waist. Rough hands brush up the backs of my legs and palm my ass.
And then, without warning, he slaps my pussy, hard.
I expect pain, but it’s nothing like that.
The sharp bite quickly gives way to a scorching wave of ecstasy.
My eyes close and my head drops back an inch.
“Is this my punishment?” I ask, goading him.
An unholy sound rings out through the room as he delivers another sharp smack to my clit with his fingers. Daniil’s gaze flashes black, his eyes glued to my exposed pussy. Arousal hits me like a lightning strike. Blazing, dirty, dangerous.
I grab his collar and pull him towards me with one very clear command. “I need you inside of me.”
He slaps my inner thigh. “What have I told you, printsessa? Who gives the orders when we’re naked?” His finger slides across my cheek, tracing over my Cupid’s bow. “And your face is much too pretty for my head not to be buried between your legs.”
“Wha—” But the words die on my lips as he pushes his middle finger deep inside of me, pumping a few times while his expert tongue lands on my bundle of nerves.
He keeps it there, lapping at me until I whimper like an animal in need.
My hips are grinding on his face, pulling him towards me with a hand in his hair, and in mere seconds, I’m close to hitting my peak.
“Not yet, baby. You’ll come with my cock buried deep inside of you.” He pulls away from my sex, his mouth still gleaming with my juices he leans in to kiss me. And, my god, the taste of me on his tongue is nearly my undoing.
Holding my thighs open, he pulls me to the edge of the desk, my feet planted wide so that I’m spread out for him. Vulnerable and bare. So obscene. He could do whatever he wants with me right now, and I’d let him.
Without another word, he pushes his pants down past his hips, and frees his cock.
With one hand supporting me, I reach towards him, brushing my fingers down his velvety length.
He releases a stifled moan and then wraps his thick fingers around my neck.
His grasp is not tight, just enough pressure that his act of dominance makes my toes curl.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day,” he grunts.
Lined up with my entrance, he pushes inside of me until he’s fully rooted.
His eyes close in a moment of ecstasy, and when they open, his gaze collides with mine.
“You. Are. Mine.” He thrusts into me hard with every word before he completely unleashes the beast inside.
He’s slamming into me. Fucking me hard, using me to get off, like I’m his doll.
What’s wrong with me that I crave his brutality?
That it makes me come so hard I see stars.
Or is it my way of accepting punishment for my betrayal?
As if sensing my thoughts, he pulls out of me and replaces his cock with two of his fingers.
They dip into my pussy, and, coated with my slickness, he raises them up under his nose, taking one deep inhale before bringing his hand down to trail over my back entrance.
A frisson of alarm has me jolting upright, but Daniil doesn’t allow me to move, and holds me firmly in place.
“Relax. I’ll make this feel good.”
“But I’ve never—”
“Just my finger,” he promises. And then he pushes a digit inside, up to the knuckle, before slamming his cock back into my pussy. I’ve never felt anything like this, so full and dirty, and—oh god, it’s intense. My eyes roll up in my head, and he stops moving, demanding my attention.
“Look at me when I fuck you.” My throat bobs with a slight tremble, a movement he doesn’t miss. “I want all of you, printsessa. All your secrets, all your fears. Everything you’ve been holding back.”
Fuck. What does he know?
My gaze tracks to the wall behind him, unable to maintain the fierce eye contact he demands. He’ll see right through me if I do.
He laughs low in my ear and starts to gently move inside of me again. “Don’t look so scared,” he whispers before kissing my neck, running one hand through my hair. “It’s just a reminder that you’re mine.”
“I am yours,” I affirm, pressing my face into his neck. It scares me and thrills me because I like how it sounds so much, even if it can never be true.
“Come for me, like the beautiful slut you are.” He twists his finger in my ass, and it sends shivers through my body, burning right through my skin. The brutality of his grip, the way he kisses my neck is all I need to let go.
He follows with one final deep thrust and an agonized groan in my ear before emptying his load inside of me, and whispers in my ear, “You were perfect.”
Without another word, he helps me up off his desk and fixes his clothes while I fix mine. I’m shaking, but it’s not because of the sex we just had. It’s because of what I must do next. It’s now or never.
“That was exactly what I needed.” He pulls me to him, his lips brushing against mine.
“Why? What’s going on?” I press, knowing that the bug is activated, picking up everything we’re saying, and everything that just happened. It’s humiliating to think about, so I’m not going to.
He shakes his head. “It’s stuff you don’t need to worry about.” He buries his face in my neck, but I push him away.
“No, you don’t. Don’t pull that ‘you’re too precious, little lady’ shit on me. We’re past that. I’m your wife.” The word nearly catches in my throat, and I take a moment to clear it. “I’m your partner. That’s what couples do, they talk and tell each other things to help ease the burden.”
He smiles at me. An unguarded, warm smile that makes me want to claw my eyes out.
“Is that so?” he asks, tracing my jaw with his fingers.
“I’ll keep that in mind, but right now, I don’t want to think about all this shit.
Let’s go upstairs, get some food, take a bath, do it all over again.
” He waggles his eyebrows at me. This man is insatiable.
“Uh-huh,” I say, my heart pounding in my throat as I bend down to start collecting the strewn items from his desk off the floor. This is my moment. My eyes dart around the room, seeking the best place to plant the bug.
A large framed abstract painting hangs behind his desk.
It looks like the kind of thing one might see in a museum, a collector piece, the kind of thing that may get lent out to a museum.
So forget that. None of the lamps in this room have shades, they’re all industrial-design chic with exposed bulb and curved metal stands.
But then my eyes fall on a large potted fern in the corner, and I know I’ve found my spot.
“What are you doing?” His voice is dark and menacing, or maybe it only seems that way.
“Cleaning up,” I squeak, not making eye contact with him, continuing to straighten up his office.
“You don’t have to. I pay people to do that.”
For a moment I think my treacherous heart will pound straight out of my chest. Does he know? Did my shaking hands and averted eyes give me away? I breathe deeply and give him a big smile over my shoulder.
“That’s not how I was raised, cowboy. You make a mess, you clean it up.” For one tense moment, the air is sucked out of the room. With my back facing him, I shut my eyes and wait for what’s coming. But he just chuckles and bends down to join me in collecting the items tossed about the room.
“I like that you care. I can see you’ll raise our kids well.”
What the fuck. Of all the times to bring up us having kids … Why now?! My skin is on fire, burning everywhere, but I fight to stay calm and focused. Drawing in a slow deep breath, I force a small smile. “That’s right,” I agree. “These are important skills.”
He takes the other side of the room while my focus remains on the fern by his desk.
I busy myself retrieving things off the floor, straightening up knickknacks, and finally, when there is one last item by the plant, I reach down and, with a furtive glance towards Daniil, slip the bug underneath the base of the potted plant.
“Are you fixing my plant?” Daniil’s voice booms behind me and I nearly jump out of my skin. “You are one of a kind, printsessa.”
My pulse is thudding in my ears, but I force the fear down, and gaze up at him. Sucking in a lungful of air, I stand and brush the hair out of my face, bracing myself for the best acting job of my life.
I can’t forget why I’m here.
“Plants are important,” I mumble. “They clean the air.”
If only they cleaned my fetid, rotting soul, because I know there’s a special place in hell for me.