Chapter 7
Seven
Andrei guided Sofie as she slid off his lap to kneel on the floor between his feet.
Under different circumstances, he would have gotten a cushion for her rather than letting her kneel on cold, unforgiving concrete, but right now, he didn’t bother.
He was so fucking aroused he might only last two thrusts, and then he’d have her back in his arms.
Andrei slid a hand into her hair, cradling the curve of her skull as he remained sitting, knees spread on either side of her kneeling form.
She tipped her head back into his palm, looking up at him with veiled eyes, her mouth parted, lips full and pink.
His angel on her knees, needy and submissive and ready to take his cock.
Later, he promised himself. Later, he would savor this. There would be subtilties and tone shifts in the way he took her mouth. Now wasn’t the time for it. Now, it was time to connect with her, to possess her, in a primal way.
Andrei leaned back, fishing a condom out of his pocket, then held it out to her.
Sofie took it with a delightfully confused expression, bowing her head over the foil packet.
Andrei’s lips twitched as he watched her. “Are you reading the instructions?”
She stilled. “Should I not?”
“No, by all means.”
His lips twitched again when she carefully ripped the package open right along the dotted line printed on the foil.
Her head jerked up at the sound of his zipper, and he watched her first look at his face, then his crotch, then away, her cheeks pink with a blush.
She was a wonderful, surprising mix of innocent and wanton. He’d never before played with someone who was both an experienced submissive yet reacted so innocently, seemingly not jaded or cynical about the power dynamic.
Andrei stood, and she had to lean back so he didn’t knock into her. Reaching into his pants, he freed his cock.
The air felt cold, especially given that the tip of his dick was wet from leaking pre-come. Teeth gritted against the cold, he shoved his pants halfway down his ass and then sat once more, his cock nearly touching his stomach he was so erect.
Sofie was looking at his cock.
She looked nervous.
It was probably an act, but fuck, he loved it.
“Nervous?” he asked, but his voice was husky with desire, so it didn’t sound faux mocking the way he wanted.
“Yes,” she answered with simple honesty.
“You’re still going to take my cock in that pretty mouth,” he commanded. “Put the condom on.”
Sofie raised the condom, carefully placing it on the head of his dick without any skin-to-skin contact. Andrei gripped the edge of the trunk to keep himself from grabbing her hand and wrapping it around his dick.
She started to roll the condom on, but it didn’t get far. Now, there was an occasional light brush of her fingers against his shaft, and that was enough to distract him from figuring out what was wrong.
Finally realizing there was a problem, he looked down to see she’d put the condom on upside down.
With a frustrated noise, he moved her hands away from his cock, flipped the condom over, and rolled it on with quick, sure movements. Now wondering if she was stalling on purpose hoping for another punishment, he once more gripped her hair, this time sliding his hands through the strands and making a fist.
She made a needy sound when he tightened his fingers, her head tipping up.
“No, no, Angel. That’s not where your head goes.”
Andrei gripped his dick with his free hand, angling it away from his stomach even as he drew her toward him. Sofie’s hands briefly landed on his thighs, bracing herself, but fell away as he drew her closer.
Andrei had to close his eyes when he felt her exhaled breath wash over the tip of his cock. She was too close, too perfect.
A sound of near pain was torn from him as her lips pressed against the head of his cock. She kissed his dick, almost chastely, before parting her lips and taking him in her mouth.
Abruptly, she pulled back. “Oh. It’s flavored.”
“Pineapple,” he said with a knowing smirk, giving her hair a gentle tug.
She kissed the tip of his dick again, this time quicker to take him into the warm wetness of her mouth, but then she stilled.
Her tongue tapped against his glans with teasing, tentative motions, and he used his hold on her hair to force her head down, and more of his cock into her mouth.
Her teeth grazed the vein on the underside of his cock and he hissed his displeasure. “No teeth, Sofie.”
She made an apologetic noise, then started working her tongue along his shaft.
When he pushed in a little deeper, she gagged slightly. He wasn’t that deep, so it must have been the angle.
Sofie’s hand came up between them to grip the base of his dick. He wished he’d taken off his pants—they were in the way. He wished he weren’t already so close to the edge that he could savor this. Tease both of them.
She made a needy sound, and it spiked his desire to the point his teeth clenched.
“Move,” he growled. “Work my cock until I come.”
He heard her noisy inhale through her nose, and then she took more of him. The sensitive head of his cock bumped the back of her mouth, then slid along the soft, slick skin of her throat.
She gagged again, harder, and pulled back sharply. He gave her a second, then pressed on the back of her head. Gentle, not insistent. A patient command.
Suck my cock, but take all the time you need.
She took him deep again, again gagging. This time, he frowned. Did she not normally do oral? She’d specifically mentioned it, but what she was doing felt tentative and chaotic.
“Angel…”
She looked up at him, head of his cock in her mouth, and the sight nearly undid him.
“If you can’t do this right now, we can stop.” Maybe she was having trouble transitioning from submitting to a spanking, to offering submission in a more active way.
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head, his cock head making her cheeks bulge out momentarily in a way that shouldn’t have been adorable but was.
Adorable.
He was momentarily dumbstruck at realizing he’d used that word, when he was definitely not the one who called things adorable unless he was mocking.
His distraction was short-lived when she popped her head up for a minute, licked her lips, and then took him deep in one swift movement.
Slowly Sofie built herself into a steady rhythm, her head bobbing up and down. Every so often, she’d gag slightly but didn’t stop. His concern for her muted some of his pleasure, but he couldn’t deny he enjoyed the feeling of her throat clenching the tip of his cock when she took him deep.
The pressure and heat, the wet sound, and best of all, the sight of her on her knees with his cock in her mouth had him breathing unevenly, his hips working in small movements to match the motion of her head.
“I need to be deeper.” He was balanced on the edge of orgasm, needing something to push him over. “Take a breath.”
She stilled, then inhaled through her nose. The head of his cock still in her mouth, the inner edge of her teeth barely nudging the crown.
Andrei thrust up as he pulled her head down, his cock hitting the back of her throat and sliding down. He felt her gag but held her there, pushing past. Her throat worked around the head of his dick, the parts of his shaft that had yet to feel her warm lips finally passing into the softness of her mouth.
The orgasm jerked through him and he pumped once as he felt the first spurts fill the condom, the tightness of her throat around him what he’d needed. But Andrei wasn’t an animal, and when he felt the pressure and push as she once more gagged, he pulled back so only the head of his dick was inside her. Reaching down, he worked his own shaft with hard strokes to finish out the orgasm.
He let out one final guttural sound, head tipped back, teeth clenched.
The ferocity of the orgasm surprised him. This was far from the most skilled blowjob he’d ever experienced, but it still rocked him.
Andrei looked down, kneading her scalp with the hand still tangled in her hair. He gently eased her head back, and when she hesitated, tightening her lips around the crown, he grinned.
“Greedy girl.”
Drool coated her chin, and there were damp trails down her chest too. He stopped her, gripping her wrist, when she went to wipe it away.
“Sir?”
“Not yet. We’re almost done, but there’s one more thing I want.”
She looked both expectant and patient, as if she’d wait for him forever.
Andrei stood and side-stepped, leaving her on her knees. With quick movements, he first removed the condom, taking it to the garbage can. Then he repositioned the trunk against the glass and relocked the wheels. He crooked a finger at her.
His angel started to rise, but he made a warning sound.
“No. Crawl to me.”
She shivered, then bent forward. Her hair was more gold than white in this lighting as she crawled toward him.
Andrei sat, scooting back as far as he could on the seat while still keeping his feet on floor.
She knelt between his spread feet, but he patted his thigh. Gripping one of his legs for balance, she rolled to her feet, then bent forward, clearly preparing to go face down over his lap once more.
He stopped her, instead turning her to face away from him before pulling her down onto his thighs. She whimpered when her abused bottom made contact with his lap.
Banding an arm around her waist, he gripped her right leg, hooking it over the outside of his own. Then he repeated the motion with the other leg, spreading her wide and keeping her that way with his own legs.
Finally, Andrei leaned back, shoulders and the back of his head against the glass. His upper body was reclined, and at least partially supported.
His left arm around her meant that she came with him as he moved, resting against his chest, her head tucked under his chin.
He adjusted his left arm, hand cradling one breast so he could tease her nipple.
“Comfortable, Angel?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He nudged her head to the side with his chin, which allowed him to dip his chin and get a nice view down the length of her naked body. Ideally, he’d have a mirror in front of them so he could see her pretty pussy, which he hadn’t gotten to look at and visually explore. There was probably a mirror in one of the set-up playrooms, or among the boxes of supplies one floor up, but he wasn’t going to waste time going to look.
Andrei kissed her temple, a tender counterpoint to what he did next.
Andrei’s right hand darted between her thighs, gripping her pussy, his fingers pressing hard against soft, wet flesh. She gasped, back starting to arch until he applied pressure with the forearm braced diagonally on her torso.
He rubbed her pussy hard with the whole of his hand, giving her physical sensation but without the precision he knew she needed.
“Andrei,” she whimpered, and he didn’t give a fuck that she was using his name. A different sub, he might have used that as an excuse to throw in a little pain, but with her, all he wanted was to see her come apart in his arms.
He tugged her nipple with one hand, while two fingers of the other hand slid between her pussy lips. She was soft, slick, and hot. Reaching down, he pushed just one finger into her. She was just as tight as she had been before, and tensed, only to relax when he curled his finger, finding and pressing on her G-spot.
“Oh, that… Oh!”
He played until he found out exactly how she liked her G-spot touched—hard pressure with little back and forth rubs.
Sofie moaned, turning her head toward him and tipping her face up so her nose was pressed against his neck and he felt her hot, panting exhales.
The way she sought what almost seemed like comfort from him, even as he was the one who both hurt and pleasured her made him smile.
Sliding his finger out of her, he trailed it up the smooth valley of her sex to her clit. He stroked her once, twice, then settled in, his finger circling her clit in soft, steady rotations.
“Sir, please,” she whimpered.
“Please what, Angel? What do you want?”
“I want…”
He couldn’t see her well enough to detect a blush, but he could hear it in her voice.
“No, Angel, you won’t get away with that.” He spread his legs, opening hers farther, then slapped her pussy in gentle punishment. With her labia spread open by the position of her legs, his middle finger had landed directly on her clit.
Sofie cried out, trying to twist away as he held her down.
“You’re going to tell me how you want to come. How you want to come all over my fingers and then watch me lick your taste off my hand.”
“Yes, yes,” she panted. “I want that. I want to come. I want to come while you touch me.”
He rewarded her obedience by resuming the steady circling of her clit.
He knew she was close when she went statue-still, the small rolling motion of her hips stopped and her breath held in her chest.
He rolled her nipple in sync with the stimulation of her clit, slow and steady.
“Breathe,” he commanded when she’d been still too long.
Her breath puffed against his neck as she exhaled.
“Keep breathing.” He shifted the hand on her breast, instead pressing it over her lower abdomen, just above her mound. "I want you to breath deep, pull the air down into your body. Pull the air toward my hand.”
He felt the shift in her muscles as she obeyed, felt the rise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled.
“Does it feel like you aren’t as close to coming now?”
She hesitated, then nodded, bumping her face against his neck.
“Tensing, tightening those pussy muscles, that makes the orgasm come faster, doesn’t it?”
“I… I don’t know.”
He smirked, though she couldn’t see it. “By tightening your muscles, you’re bringing yourself closer to orgasm. You’re choosing.” Hot dark need—need for control, need to pleasure her—swept over him. “You don’t choose when you come. I do.” Andrei knew his voice was too low, tone almost angry. Subs before had told him that they thought he was mad at them based on his voice when things got really intense.
“I come only when you let me,” Sofie breathed out, and her acceptance, the fact that his sweet angel hadn’t been afraid of his sudden intensity made him want to hold her even tighter, dominate and touch her in every depraved way he could think of.
He pressed harder on her lower belly and fractionally increased the pace of the clit manipulation.
Her breathing became uneven, occasionally catching and stuttering.
“Sir, I’m close. I have to tell you that. I have to tell you I’m close.”
Though she’d addressed him, it felt like the second half of what she said was her talking to herself. Reminding herself.
“You don’t need my permission to come, because you have it. If you come, it’s always, always, because I chose it. I used this sweet, soft body in all the ways it needs to be touched, in pleasure or pain.” He shifted his hand from her belly to her nipple, pinching hard.
“Please, please,” she pleaded. Her legs were shaking, the muscles twitching. He could both see the slight tremor and feel it from where her limbs were hooked over his.
The urge to order her to come, to come now, rode him. It was something he hadn’t felt in a long time, because he’d learned that sometimes the order actually had the opposite effect as the sub worried about being obedient, and got in their own head about it. What was it about this woman that seemed to strip away all his strategies? His angel was reducing him to his raw, base form.
She inhaled sharply, perfectly still, her knees pressing against the outside of his own, so he had to actively tighten his own thigh muscles to keep their legs spread. He slipped his finger down her entrance, gathering more of her arousal fluid, and she whimpered piteously.
"Close, Angel?"
Her answer was a soft guttural sound as she exhaled, only to inhale slowly. Her hips rolled, working in small, gentle thrusts. He pressed hard on her mound with the heel of his hand, holding her in place as he kept up the steady, soft circling of her clit.
The only sound was her breathing and the slick, wet sound of flesh moving over flesh.
Then she was there, her body tensed and tight, her head pressing hard into his neck and shoulder.
She was utterly silent as her body bowed up, pretty breasts thrust high, her legs shaking so hard they made his vibrate.
Like the string of a drawn bow, she was a tense, tight curve, until the pinnacle of release allowed her to relax.
Sofie went limp, her body thumping down on top of his. He pressed his fingertips on either side of her clit, grounding her through the final ripples of her release.
Then she started to cry.