Chapter 30 #2
Viktor clears his throat. “One of our port guys was bought out. We found the digital trail showing he tipped off the Black Company about our shipment." There’s a pause. “He was killed in a shootout with our soldiers, but we’re hacking into his phone to see if we can ID his Black Company contact.”
I slam my hand down onto the desk. "Fuck."
I'm already on a short fuse. I should be buried inside Kira’s tight little cunt now, not managing this mess.
“I might have something to warm your cold heart,” Roman offers.
“What is that?”
“We’ve captured Leung, the Black Company operative that turned Henri Blanchet. Caught him on the CCTV at Teatralnaya Station and figured out he has a flat nearby. He’s being transported to the warehouse as I speak.”
“That does warm my heart.” I crack my knuckles, grateful that I don’t surround myself with total idiots. “Start questioning him tonight. The sooner we know the Black Company’s plans, the better. I’ll fly back to Moscow tomorrow.”
“We’re on it,” Pavel assures me.
The conversation moves on with Roman and Pavel talking about the measures they’re enacting to contain the Black Company’s damage, but my mind keeps wandering into the next room.
Is Kira behaving, or is she purposely disobeying me?
I pull out my phone and open the encrypted app that shows me all camera angles in the penthouse suite.
It’s the first thing we do whenever we’re in a new location.
At first, I can’t locate Kira anywhere in our bedroom, and a small prick of panic builds.
But soon enough, I find her luxuriating in the giant tub in the en suite.
I smile. She looks relaxed and comfortable, bubbles up to her neck. She’s being a good girl.
As I’m about to put away my phone, something catches my attention. Something about her facial expression, the way her mouth hangs open. When she releases a little gasp, I zoom in closer, but I don’t have a good enough angle to see what she’s doing.
“Maxim, what's our timeline for that?” Roman’s voice carries through the speakerphone.
My head snaps up. I have no idea what he asked me, but I don’t bother making him clarify.
“Yesterday,” I say.
There’s a beat of hesitation, and Roman chuckles. “I see.”
My gaze must be scorching the phone as I attempt to decipher Kira’s body language. That’s when she tosses her head back, a display of obvious pleasure. That isn't the expression of a woman luxuriating in a hot bath; it's the look of a woman touching what’s mine.
There’s shit to do. Serious matters to take care of. I shouldn’t be pulled into Kira’s little game, but I can’t fucking help it.
Slipping the phone into my pocket, I stand and announce, “There’s a situation that needs my immediate attention.”
Stalking out of the room, I make a beeline for the bathroom. Throwing the door open without knocking, I find Kira looking straight at me, mischief in her gaze and no hands in sight.
“What are you doing?” I ask deceptively casually, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe.
“Taking a bath.” Her eyes close, and she lets out a little moan. “What does it look like?”
“It looks like you’re disobeying me, lastochka.”
A slow grin builds on her face. “I’m not using my fingers. I’m using the water jets. I don’t believe you specified that that wasn’t allowed.”
“All of your orgasms are mine to give or deny. Maybe I should have made myself clearer.”
“Why would you deny me?” Her adorable eyebrows knit together. “Are you going to spank me again?”
“You’re about to find out.” I stalk over to her, stripping off my jacket, tie, and dress shirt, dropping them on the ground as I walk. I let her enjoy the view, drinking me in.
Bending so my lips are right by her ear, I say, “You’re a greedy girl. You already came once tonight, but I see that wasn’t enough.”
Her eyes are wide, watching me as I slowly dip my hand under the water. Her rapt gaze gives me a little thrill.
“Have you been playing with my pussy?”
She nods, not looking the tiniest bit contrite.
“Spread your legs,” I demand.
She does, but it’s not enough.
“More,” I say, slapping the inside of her thigh. My fingertips brush between her legs, my breath warming the skin of her neck. I sweep my thumb between her slick folds until I find her clit, circling it with an expert touch, allowing her a taste of pleasure.
“Is that nice?” I whisper.
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes closed.
My lips ghost over hers before I suck in her bottom lip. I give it a little tug with my teeth, and a copper taste fills my mouth. She cries out, digging her fingers into my shoulders, releasing a moan into my mouth as I lap up the blood from her lips.
She’s close, I can tell. But I’m not going to make this easy for her. I keep stroking her clit under the water and plundering her mouth with my tongue.
“I need to taste you again. Don’t you remember how good it feels with my tongue buried inside of you?”
She doesn’t answer, just squirms, chasing her orgasm on my fingers. Her hips writhe under the water as her orgasm builds. It’s going to happen soon.
I pull my hand out of the tub and sit back, watching her eyes shoot open, and she looks at me like I've stolen the last piece of her favorite candy.
“Noooo. I was so close,” she breathes.
“I told you, baby, your orgasms are mine to bestow or deny. And I’ve decided to deny you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I think you know why. Now, out of the tub,” I order.
She tips her chin up in defiance, and for a moment I think she’s going to challenge me, but for once she doesn’t push the issue.
She stands up straight, water sluicing down her body, between her full breasts with perfectly pink nipples, continuing to her curved stomach and juicy thighs.
I have to adjust my rapidly hardening cock.
The way she stands there with a self-satisfied smile, allowing me to drink in every inch of her, reminds me of the night I doused her in ice water and made her change in front of me. That clearly didn’t teach her a lesson about disobeying me, but I hope this does.
“Dry yourself, and get on the bed,” I rasp.
She grabs a towel, quickly passing it over every inch of pale, smooth skin. I’d love to see it covered in my bite marks, but that can wait. Tonight is about teaching her a lesson.
She lies down on the mattress, watching me with big, curious eyes as I reach for a few of my silk ties resting on the nightstand.
First, I bind her wrists together above her head.
Then I tie a quick, tight knot around one ankle and then stretch the tie to the corresponding bedpost, looping it multiple times before securing it with a tight knot.
I repeat the same action with the other ankle.
I step back to check my handiwork, my breaths coming out in ragged pants as I take her in, spread-eagle, the view of her dripping cunt nearly making me come in my pants.
Does she know how every little thing about her turns me on? Kira is a fascinating mix of vulnerable and confident, seductive and innocent. Which makes me wonder something.
Positioning myself between her thighs, I ease down until my abdomen presses against the bed. “How many men have touched this?” I ask, trailing a finger over her slit.
She shivers. “What do you mean?”
“How many men have touched what’s mine?”
Instead of responding, she makes a futile attempt to roll aside before realizing escape is not an option.
“Kira,” I say in warning.
“I … I don’t know. I don’t keep track of shit like that.”
“Good. Forget anyone who came before me. Your body is Belov property now, and no one dares mess with what’s mine.”
I push my shoulders under her thighs, bringing her up to my mouth and plunging my tongue in her cunt, feasting like a starved man. I don’t have it in me to go slow. In fact, if I was on death row, Kira’s pussy would be my last meal request.
She closes her eyes and throws her head back with a sigh. The look of intense pleasure on her face is perfect.
“No one has ever done this to you before, have they?” I ask between swiping my tongue over her beautiful clit.
“You did, the other day.” She can barely get the words out. They spill from her lips stilted and breathless.
“And I was your first,” I clarify, flicking and circling her clit with my tongue.
“No. But the only one worth remembering.” She cries out, clearly done with this conversation.
“Good,” is that last thing I say before I go absolutely feral on her. Sucking her clit into my mouth with long, gentle pulls and plunging two fingers, palm up, into her sweet pussy, curling them in a come-hither motion, stimulating her G-spot so she loses complete control.
“Holy shit, Maxim.” Kira shudders, and she thrashes at her restraints.
She’s about to come. I can feel how ready she is, but I won’t allow it.
I run my tongue between her folds a final time, savoring the taste of her pussy. Then, I pull away.