44. Sophie
44
SOPHIE
I get in the bathroom just in time to throw up. I sit for a minute before I feel okay again. I’m still wiping my face at the sink when Maxim appears in the doorway.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask as he locks the door behind him.
"I begged?" he says, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers slip beneath the hem of my dress. The fabric is soft against my skin, but his touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine.
He positions me so that I'm standing with my back to him, my hands braced on the cool surface. “You want him to think I begged?”
“I wanted him to think I’m a catch worth having,” I reply. “The kind of catch a Bratva boss would want. It worked, didn’t it?”
"He might not sell to me," he says, his voice a purr as he slides his fingers between my legs, finding my clit with expert precision. I gasp, my nausea forgotten, arching into his touch as heat pools low in my belly. “You must act more in love.”
"I’m in love with what you’re doing right now," I whisper, my voice trembling with need. "Don’t you dare stop."
He chuckles, the sound deep and pleased. "Giving me orders? That’s something no man would ever dare to do."
His fingers move faster, circling my clit with just the right pressure, teasing and tormenting me until I'm on the edge of begging.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back the sounds that want to escape, but it's no use. He knows exactly what he's doing, and I'm helpless against him.
"That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as I come apart around his fingers. "Come for me."
I do, my body convulsing with pleasure as he continues to stroke me, drawing out my orgasm until I'm shuddering and weak-kneed.
When he finally pulls away, I sag against the sink, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.
He turns me around, lifting me so that I'm sitting on the edge of the sink with my legs spread wide.
He kneels in front of me, his eyes locked on mine as he licks his fingers clean, a slow, deliberate action that sends another wave of heat crashing through me.
"Now it's my turn," he says, his voice rough with need as he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock from his pants.
I slide off the sink, sinking to my knees.
It's hard and ready, standing tall and proud as he strokes it once, twice, before reaching for me.
I take him in my mouth without hesitation, my lips closing around the head of his cock as I look up at him through my lashes.
His eyes flare with approval, and he grips the back of my head, guiding me as I slide down his length, taking as much of him as I can.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair as I work him with slow, deliberate movements.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock as I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder and faster until he's thrusting into my mouth, his hips moving in time with my rhythm.
He tastes salty and rich, the flavor of his desire coating my tongue as I take all of him, swallowing around his cock with every thrust.
"Goddamn," he mutters, his voice strained as he reaches down to grab my hair. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"
I nod, my eyes locked on his as I continue to suck him off, eager to bring him to the edge. He doesn't last long, his thumb brushing across my lower lip in a silent command.
"On your face," he orders, his voice harsh and urgent. "Show me how much you belong to me."
He stands and strokes himself furiously, his eyes never leaving mine. When he comes, it's with a roar, his cum shooting onto my face in thick, hot spurts.
I close my eyes, feeling the warmth spread across my cheeks and forehead as he empties himself onto me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"That's right," he whispers, his voice a rough caress as he wipes the last of his cum from the tip of his cock with a finger and brings it to my lips. "Open up."
I do, tasting him again as he pushes his finger inside my mouth, his eyes burning with possession as he gazes down at me.
He steps back, his dark eyes still locked on mine, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
"Stay there," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. I obey, my body trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he reaches for a cloth from the bathroom counter.
He approaches me slowly, his movements deliberate, each step a silent reminder of his dominance.
He wipes the cum from my face with meticulous care, his fingertips grazing my skin in a way that sends shivers down my spine.
He finishes cleaning me up and steps back, his gaze never leaving mine. "Let's go," he says, offering me his hand. I take it, feeling a surge of both fear and excitement as he leads me out of the bathroom.