21. Viktor
21
VIKTOR
T onight would be the night. I’d get her away from the campus. I’d remove her from her guards’ reach. And I would ask her what Igor Petrov was plotting.
It would also be the night where I could have my way with her. Taking her virginity in the library was hot. It was fast and dirty, but it was far from what I wanted. I needed to see her, to feel every soft inch of her. I wanted to show her all of me and watch her suck my cock. This time, I could savor every minute of her without any distractions or interruptions.
I pulled up to her apartment building five minutes before eight, pleased that she walked right out to my car. She was ready, on time, and perhaps excited to spend time with me judging by how eager she was for my arrival.
Admiring her confident stride as she walked through the snow toward my car, I groaned and wondered how I would be able to refrain from fucking her tonight. I’d have to hold off until I got my answers. But it wouldn’t be easy to torture myself with her so near.
After she got in the car, she glanced at me and almost smiled. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Since the windows were tinted, I leaned over, cupped her chin, and pulled her over the center console so I could kiss her. She sighed, not opening her eyes yet afterward, as if she wanted to treasure the kiss.
“Where are your… friends?” I asked.
“Hmm?” She buckled in as I put the car into drive.
“Your guards.”
She paused for a beat before speaking again. “Guards?”
I nodded. I couldn’t give it away that I recognized the two men near her as Petrov soldiers. I had to keep her in the dark about who I really was for a while longer. But I could inquire as any other person might have. “Your bodyguards?”
She released a long exhale. “Yes, my guards. They, um, were sent to handle something else.”
“How come you have them?” I asked, keeping my tone light and casual, not businesslike or demanding.
“I come from a very influential family. My father’s line of work requires that I have a security detail.”
I nodded, pretending to absorb this news. “Then how come they weren’t at that party when I protected you from those men trying to kidnap you?”
“They didn’t think it would be a dangerous event for me to go to.” She shrugged, looking out the side window.
Yeah, I’m not sure I’m buying that. If Igor wanted guards on his daughter when she was on campus and behaving like a college student, why wouldn’t they follow her to a party in a shitty and dangerous part of town? Something wasn’t adding up.
I held off on asking any more questions for now. Before I could take her to my place—the penthouse I called home, not my apartment I was using near the campus—I had to stop at one of the whorehouses and pick up a package. It wasn’t something I wanted to deal with, but sometimes these kinds of favors were expected. I’d drop off the package to another Baranov boss tomorrow, but it would be better if this package of currency wasn’t at the whorehouse all night, vulnerable to be stolen.
“I just need to make a stop first.”
She laughed lightly. “You haven’t even told me where you’re taking me.”
“Yet you agreed anyway.”
The look she gave me was a sweet one. “I trust you, Viktor.”
Fuck me. She was killing me with this easy submission. She couldn’t be any more perfect.
“Should I trust you ?” I asked as I parked outside.
She glanced around the building, furrowing her brow and seeming confused. “I think you can.”
Interesting answer, enemy of mine.
“It depends,” she added.
Aha.
“Can I trust you to come inside with me for a moment and agree not to tell anyone about what you see?”
She nodded, either used to being expected to keep secrets or scared to tell me no.
I helped her out of the car and led her inside. The music, the sounds of sex, the smell of sex. She had to be overwhelmed by it all. Yet, her fingers didn’t tremble within my grip. She didn’t gawk or flinch as I walked her further into the whorehouse.
The Baranov Family had just as many sex clubs as they did whorehouses, but one thing stayed the same between them—surveillance and security. Every room in this brothel had a camera so we could collect evidence, gather blackmail, and generally cover our asses.
In what was called the command center, I grabbed the package I was supposed to deliver tomorrow. On three walls of the room, monitors showed the various states of activities happening in all the rooms. Letting Irina stand in the middle, staring wide-eyed at all the screens, I stepped aside to check with the man on duty.
Then I returned to her, hugging her from behind. “See anything you like?” I whispered as I kissed below her neck.
“What…” She swallowed hard. “What is this?”
“What does it look like?”
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the screen with the man spanking a woman as he fucked her from behind.
“It looks like… nothing I would ever expect from an English professor.”
I chuckled darkly, nuzzling her neck and kissing her sweet flesh. “I never said that was the only job I’ve ever had.” Running my hand over her stomach, I hugged her closer and pushed her back into me.
“I have so many questions,” she muttered, staring at the scenes on the monitors.
Me too.
“Then let’s get out of here and you can ask them.”
She turned her head to peer at me. “Would you answer them?”
I nodded. “What do you want to know first?”
“If you’d do that to me.” She looked again at the screen that had captured her attention the most.
I grinned, taking her hand and leading her out of the room. I didn’t let go of her hand all through the lobby I brought her through, passing the clientele and whores who were waiting for a room. I reclaimed her hand in the car as I drove her to my place. Up the elevator ride, I maintained my grip on her fingers as if I feared letting go of her would make me lose her forever. She was a goddamn dream, one I hadn’t realized I’d been waiting for.
But the second we were in my penthouse, I used my hold on her hand to spin her and bring her down on the nearest sofa. She landed over my lap, squeaking in surprise. Before she could finish that startled reaction, I lifted her skirt and smacked my hand on her sweet cheek, reddening her ass.
“Ah!” She cried out at the strike, squirming.
I growled, mesmerized by the sight of her bare cheek, pink from my handprint. “You naughty, naughty girl…”
She wasn’t wearing anything. Not a thong. No panties.
“Did you forget to put something on?” I asked as I stroked my finger down her crack until I found her pussy.
She moaned, lowering her head until she rested her cheek on my thigh. Her legs parted, giving me access to finger her. Already, she was so slick and wet. “I didn’t forget,” she replied saucily.
I spanked her again, rewarded with more of her juices coating my fingers.
“You deliberately met me with nothing on under your skirt?”
She nodded. “Why bother? You rip my panties, anyway.”
“You naughty little thing.” I rained my hand down twice more, rubbing her perfect, round globes as she moaned and writhed.
I was supposed to be questioning her. She made it sound like she looked forward to a conversation with me, too. But now that we’d started down this path…
I can’t wait.
Shifting her further off my lap but within reach so I could continue to finger her, I encouraged her to get up on her hands and knees.
“Unzip me,” I ordered as I spread my legs apart a bit.
With her to my right, on all fours as she hurried to undo my pants, I slid two fingers in and out of her juicy cunt. When she reached her hand in to pull my hard cock out, I spanked her.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
She lowered, moaning at the spank.
“Use your mouth,” I instructed.
As she lowered her head to put her lips around my cock, I growled and added another finger, stretching her. With her sexy mouth, she sucked me and maneuvered so my dick was standing up for her to play with. She didn’t need any more guidance from me on how to suck me off. While I could tell she was an amateur, probably never having done this before based on her jerky, inexperienced moves, she was eager to please me.
I let her learn, to find what she liked, and within minutes, I doubted I could last.
“Stop,” I ordered with another spank. She moaned, humming around my cock stuffed in her mouth.
She pulled up and looked at me, pleading. “I don’t want to.”
I growled, forcing her head back down on my dick as I thrust my hips up to fuck her mouth. “No, you don’t want to do as you’re told?” I pulled my fingers out of her cunt to spank her harder.
She sucked harder.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I couldn’t stop pumping my hips, driving my dick up into her warm mouth. Fingering her again, stretching her, I fought not to shoot my load down her throat. “You want me to come in your mouth? Or in this tight little pussy?”
She moaned again, still licking and sucking me off.
“Answer me!” I spanked her again.
This time, on the pull up, she gasped and let out a cry of relief.
Unwilling to miss her coming, I slid my fingers back into her and pistoned them, prolonging her orgasm as I flipped her onto the couch. Still dressed, I climbed over her and replaced my fingers with my cock. She trembled, arching her back as I slammed in fast.
“Vik!” She couldn’t find the strength to finish my name, so lost to coming hard.
Determined to make sure I gave her what she wanted, to make her live out what she saw at the brothel, I pulled out, staggered to stand, then flipped her so she bent over the couch. Pounding into her pussy again, I spanked her ass until she came again. Squeezing me so tight, she triggered me to follow her. I rained my palm on her reddened cheek one more time as I used my other hand to pull her waist back to me.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck. Just like that,” I groaned.
Flooding her womb with my cum, I realized it was no longer a matter of wanting to give her what she wanted. It was a marathon of proving to myself that she was all I would ever want. Now and forever.