Chapter 22
G regor
She feels something for me. She may hate herself for it, but it’s there.
I knew if I had reached for my belt and bent her over the closest chair, I probably could have gotten an admission out of her, but that was not how I wanted to play this.
I was in it for the long haul with Samara, and in order for that to work, she had to start trusting me.
I wanted her to come to the understanding on her own that I was the man who would keep her protected.
It would not happen overnight. Someone like Samara didn’t trust easily. She was also far too independent to willingly hand the reins over to someone else.
I wasn’t a patient man but I would be for a prize like Samara. I also didn’t trust easily, but I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that she was the woman for me. And I had absolutely no intention of letting her go, even if she never learned to trust me fully.
I would just have to keep proving her wrong.
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She really looked adorable when she painted. Faded jeans, a little V-neck t-shirt splattered with paint, her hair up in a messy bun, and the cute way she bit her lower lip when she was concentrating.
It was late. She had already worked through dinner and into much of the night.
I knew from my surveillance of her that she liked to work late into the night but that was going to change.
I had spent most of the day away from her, dealing with the escalating situation with her father and the Novikoffs, and now craved her touch.
“Time’s up, malyshka. You can start on it again tomorrow.”
“I just wanted to finish her necklace. Just a few more hours,” she said without even looking up from her task.
“No.”
That got her attention.
“Listen, just because I’m a prisoner in your house doesn’t give you the right—”
I stormed over to her, careful to avoid paint splatters in my bare feet since I had changed out of my suit and was now also in a pair of loose-fitting jeans and an old long-sleeved t-shirt.
Without saying another word, I reached my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. I took complete possession of her mouth, bending her body into mine. It was a reminder of who was really in charge.
After I had her breathless, I pulled away. “Yes, it does.”
With that, I picked her up in my arms and carried her out of the studio and down the hall to the master bathroom in my suite.
Setting her down, I turned to start the shower stream. Some of the best money I ever spent was on installing a large marble shower with multiple jets at varying heights. Adjusting the water so it was hot but not too hot for her delicate skin, I turned my attention back to my adorable little artist.
“Arms up,” I commanded.
She kept her arms tightly wrapped around her middle. “You’re crazy if you think I’m getting in that shower with you!”
Placing a hand at her lower back, I pulled her forward till our bodies met. Skimming my lips over hers, I taunted, “I’ve already told you I won’t fuck you till you beg for it. What’s the matter, malyshka? Worried you’ll start screaming my name the moment you see my cock?”
“You wish,” she spat out, rising to the challenge.
Staring down into her eyes, I lifted the t-shirt over her head. I loved her eyes.
Next, I pulled the red bandana out of her hair. Her soft brown curls tumbled down past her shoulders. It was the perfect length, just long enough to wrap my fist in it.
My knuckles skimmed her stomach as I reached for the buttons of her jeans. Her quick inhale at my touch was like music.
“Step out of them.”
Kicking off her converse sneakers, she then stepped out of her jeans and panties.
I reached around to unhook her silk and lace bra.
Unable to resist, I leaned down to flick one dark pink nipple with my tongue.
Placing my hands under her arms, I lifted her into the shower.
As I undressed, I watched as the water caressed her body, making it slick and warm.
By the time I stepped in to join her, my cock was already long and hard.
Her beautiful eyes skimmed over my chest and arms, careful not to slip lower.
I knew she was taking in the chaotic burst of colorful tattoos which stretched across my collarbone, over my shoulders and down both arms. People could only see a hint of the amount of ink I possessed with the suits I wore.
She couldn’t mask the warring emotions of desire and fear in her gaze.
“Gregor….” she started.
I placed a finger over her lips. “Stop overthinking. Just let me take care of you. You have my word; I’ll only take this as far as you want.”
I placed the soap between my hands and rubbed till I had a nice full lather. “Close your eyes.”
The first thing I wanted to do was wash off her makeup.
She looked beautiful with her liquid black eyeliner and red lipstick but I wanted to see her fresh-faced.
Gently, I moved the tips of my fingers over her cheeks and eyes, memorizing the feel of each delicate feature.
When I was done, I titled her head back into the jet stream to wash off the suds.
Her eyes were bright with unmistakable need when she opened them again.
Taking up the soap, I lathered my hands again and started on the soft slope of her shoulders before moving down her arms, then over her flat stomach and the gentle swell of her hip.
Her gaze stayed on mine as I moved my hand around to her lower back.
My hand dipped over the curve of her ass.
My middle finger slipped along the seam, applying subtle pressure.
The tip circled the puckered ridge of her asshole.
I watched as awareness flared in her eyes.
Her pretty mouth opened on a gasp. I pushed in just to the first knuckle, a subtle reminder of what I still intended to do to her.
Her small hand reached up to grasp my cock, which was pressed against her stomach. My head fell back as I let out a throaty groan.
This is the first time she’s touching me willingly.
The silky grasp of her hand moved up and down my heavy shaft. I clutched at her shoulders. It was then she shifted and moved to her knees.
Her sweet, innocent face looked up at me as she opened her mouth. The wide head of my cock disappeared between her lips.
“Fuck, malyshka,” I groaned.
She released my cock and looked up at me with an impish smile. “No cursing.”
She then licked the tip before sinking her mouth around my cock again.
I pushed my hand through the wet strands of her hair, as I gripped the back of her head.
As she moved forward, I pulled her even closer, challenging her to swallow me deeper for longer.
Her hands gripped my thighs as I watched my thick shaft disappear down her tight throat.
With a growl, I pulled her up by her shoulders and pushed her against the now warm marble wall of the shower.
Placing my hands around her narrow waist, I lifted her high. “Put your legs around me,” I growled, my voice harsh with need.
Shifting my hips, I pressed the head of my cock against her heat.
Using every ounce of restraint I possessed, I forced myself to not enter her.
The hot water beat against my back as I leaned into her soft curves.
Reaching between our two bodies, I fisted my shaft.
Using the head to tease her clit, I pumped my hand up and down the heavy length of my cock, imagining my tight grip was the clasp of her sweet cunt.
The need to enter her in one violent thrust clawed at my insides, but I ruthlessly forced it down.
I could feel her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her head rolled from side to side.
I ran my open mouth along the slim column of her throat, wanting to taste her pulse.
Her beautiful mouth moaned as the tip of my cock swiped over her clit again and again. Applying just enough pressure to tease, but not enough to get her off.
Rising on my toes, I pumped my hand harder until I felt my balls tighten. I threw my head back, relishing in the wave of pleasure that coursed through my veins the moment I released my seed onto her wet stomach. Knowing soon, I would do so deep inside her body.
Unwrapping her legs, I let her slowly touch the ground, but only for a moment. I immediately lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the shower. Not caring about our wet bodies, I walked into the bedroom and placed her in the middle of my bed.
Standing over her slight form, I could read every emotion on her adorable face.
“I know what you want, but you’re going to have to ask me for it.”
Samara buried her face in the pillows. “I can’t,” came her muffled response.
“Then I guess I will just get dressed,” I teased.
Her lower lip popped out as she flashed me a glare.
I shook my head. “You’ll have to ask me.”
Stubbornly, she turned her head away.
“Another minute, and I’ll make you beg for it instead of just asking,” I warned her.
I watched as pride warred with desire in the golden green depths of her eyes.
Kneeling up, her legs slightly open so I could peek at the soft curls hiding her pussy, she whispered, “I want you to—“ She stopped. I knew she was warring with herself, with her body. “—make me come,” she finished in a rush.
We both knew that wasn’t what she really wanted.
“Only if you put your face down with your ass in the air,” I commanded.
It surprised me when she did as she was told.
Kneeling behind her on the bed, I raised my hand, waiting for just a moment till a shiver of anticipation coursed down her spine.
Then my hand came down on her right cheek with a resounding smack.
Samara yelped and pitched forward, but quickly righted herself.
I smacked the same cheek again and again before switching to the left one.
Over and over my skin connected with hers till her ass glowed a pretty pink.
Pausing to let the pain sensations heighten her awareness of her body and my touch, I traced the outline of her cute heart tattoo. My playful spanking had not given her skin quite the same pink blush, but it was close.
Leaning down, I placed my hands on her inner thighs and forced her legs open wider.
Once I had her in position, I began to lick and lave at her exposed cunt.
My hands ran over her hot skin, squeezing and massaging it to keep the delightful sting going.
Samara squealed and whimpered. Right when I knew she was close, I placed a thumb at her tiny puckered entrance and pushed.
Her body arched as her head flew back on a moan.
Pushing my thumb in deep, I softly scraped the edge of my teeth against her clit.
Samara screamed her release before pitching forward.
Laying down by her side, I caressed her back in long, soothing caresses, now and then giving her bottom a playful swat.
Leaning down, I whispered into her ear, “Admit it, malyshka. That wasn’t all you wanted.”