Chapter 14 - Nikita
His face is buried between my legs and against my pussy, and his hands are wrapped around my thighs, pushing them apart so he fuck me deeper with his hot, skilled tongue.
I'm losing my mind.
The amount of time I've spent trying to control my urges… It's all dissipated now. There is no more control. Only need. Only desperate, raw desire.
Bardil groans with pleasure, the sound vibrating against my pussy and making me shudder again.
I thread my fingers through his hair and push his face harder against me.
Rocking my hips up and down, I rub my pussy all over his mouth.
I've never done anything like this in my life. I've never been this bold, this free.
He reaches up and cups his hand over my breast while he continues to write poetry against my clit. Sucking, licking, and flicking.
His fingers tweak over my already hard nipples beneath the fabric of my dress, tugging them roughly, sending sharp shivers of painful pleasure through my breasts.
I can't take it anymore. I need to feel his cock. I need to have him inside me.
And if he doesn't stop licking me like that, I'm going to come all over his face.
"Fuck me," I gasp, the sound a breathless whisper.
He lifts his face to look at me. His eyes are dark and dangerous. Savage.
A wicked smile drifts over his lips as he runs his fingers across his mouth, then licks them clean of my juices.
"Oh, I plan to, little rabbit," he snarls, standing up and grabbing the buckle of his belt to tug it free. "Don't you fucking dare close your legs," he snaps at me, his eyes drifting over my body, stopping on my pussy.
I spread my legs wider and let my hands roam until my fingers are playing on my pussy.
His face floods with shock, and he fumbles with his belt for a second.
I sit up, my legs still spread, and let the straps of my dress drop off my shoulders, slipping down my arms until my dress is around my waist and my naked breasts are catching the red lights of the room.
I've never felt so sexy in my life.
I've never had anyone look at me like that. Like they might devour me. Consume me. Possess me.
Bardil rips his pants open, and my eyes shoot wide when his massive, monstrous cock springs free of the restraint.
"Oh my fuck," I squeak, wondering if it's going to hurt.
His smile widens and his eyes darken.
"Your sweet little pussy is about to spread open, little rabbit," he warns me, lowering himself over me. He presses his hand into the table above my head and uses his hips to push my legs wider apart.
My mouth is open, my lips parted and my breathing faster than before.
The desire is feverish and overwhelming.
He grips his cock in his hand and rubs it from my clit down to my pussy, then back up again.
It's a tease I can't bear. I moan and lift my hips. Even though his size is terrifying, I need it.
My mind is slipping with that desire.
"You're my little whore, aren't you?" he whispers against my ear.
My heart races faster.
"I can't wait to thrust my cock into you and wear you like a cock sleeve.
Your tight little body wrapped around my cock.
Your pussy pulsing over me," he teases, still rubbing himself up and down over me.
My pussy lips are so swollen that they are tingling.
Just from his words, I'm about to come. He is dangerous and possessive and making me feel like a goddess.
Bardil looks me right in the eyes. Without realizing it, I hold my breath, and his smile is devious as he finally pushes his cock into me.
Just an inch. He pauses.
I can't. I can't do this. I need more. I need everything.
I dig my nails into his arms until his skin breaks.
He thrusts forward so hard I scream. His hand locks over my mouth with force. His cock plunges deep into me, and in that moment, I explode over him. My body convulses as the orgasm waves through me, over and over again.
I can't breathe. I can't even remember my own name, and Bardil doesn't stop.
He keeps fucking me.
His cock spreads me open, filling me up. His entire body is pinning me down, and even though I've just reached my peak, the moment it ends, my pleasure starts building again.
It's him. It's the way he moves. The way he holds me.
The way he takes control of me and everything else.
My mind is blank of anything and everything except for what he's doing to me.
His cock slides in and out, soaked in my juices. He grunts with effort and wraps his arms around my back, lifting my hips higher.
He releases his hand from my mouth and stands up, his cock still in me, my legs spread around him, with him holding me up as I arch backward, my hair brushing the table beneath me.
Bardil bounces me on his cock as though I were a toy. He pulls me and pushes me. Faster and faster, bouncing his hips against me. He wraps both hands around my waist and effortlessly makes me feel weightless as his monstrous cock plunges deeper and pushes me closer to the edge of pleasure again.
I gasp, fighting for breath and closing my eyes, trying to hold it off, but I can't.
The second orgasm locks my pussy over his cock.
The release is so intense, my body lets go and I squirt all over him.
"Oh fuck that's beautiful," he growls, his cock going rigid inside me as it gets impossibly bigger and harder. I open my mouth to cry out, but no sound comes out because my body is rigid as every muscle spasms.
Bardil explodes inside me, his fingers digging into my hips and his jaw clenched tightly.
From somewhere outside the room, we hear laughter. Several people are walking down the passage toward whatever VIP room they've booked for tonight.
"Fuck," Bardil chuckles, gently placing me down on the table.
I hurriedly pull my dress up over my shoulders, and he tugs his pants closed.
His cock is still hard when he clips his belt into place.
The laughter outside gets louder, and someone says, "This is the one. VIP eight."
My eyes immediately dart to the giant red glowing eight above the inside of the door.
Bardil grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet, kissing me quickly, before slipping his arm around me and walking toward the door.
The other people are walking in just as we get to the door.
"Hi," Bardil grins.
"Hi, um, we booked this room… You can't be in here.
We paid for this space and you can't just walk into someone else's booked VIP area…
" One of the blonde girls snaps angrily, displeased to find us in there.
Her face barely moves, frozen with Botox despite her heightened agitation. Bardil interrupts her.
"Yes, we booked the one across the way and just realized we came into the wrong room. Enjoy your night." Bardil is calm, but with an edge of warning threaded into his words. He clearly doesn't like her attitude.
The girl smiles, quickly backing away, and all of her sass disappears.
"Oh, yes, just a mistake, it's no problem at all," she gushes, lifting her hand to touch his chest, but he moves back to avoid it.
Her eyes flare in horror because he rejected her.
I guess she's not used to that. From her overfilled lips, I'd say she's used to getting a lot of attention and probably needs it.
But clearly, the man with his arm around me isn't interested in her.
I grin, feeling special to be the one chosen by him.
Stepping around her and pushing past her friends, we leave the VIP room and head back into the upstairs area.
Bardil doesn't ask me if I want to stay, and to my relief, he leads me outside and into the fresh evening air.
"Hungry?" he asks.
I am. But maybe not only for food. I can't believe I want him again already.
"I'm definitely hungry," I nod.
"I'm thinking we stop and get some burgers?"
"Can we order from the Shake Shack? I love their fries!"
"I'll order now, and they can deliver for us," he agrees, pulling out his phone while he tugs the car door open for me. Before driving off, he places an order for two burgers with fries, a milkshake for me, and a coke for him.
I doubt I'll be able to finish it, but right now I'm beginning to think I'll eat my food and his. Apparently, he's helped me work up quite an appetite.
Bardil reaches his hand across the car and places it on my leg.
"That was close," he chuckles, his fingers brushing over my bare skin at the edge of my dress.
My body hums with need again.
"If they'd arrived a few minutes earlier, they would've gotten quite the show," I giggle, blushing at the thought.
His smile is gorgeous when he glances at me. "I rather liked the idea of almost getting caught," he muses.
I grin, thinking I wouldn't even have cared. I certainly wouldn't have wanted him to stop in the moment. I can't believe how wild that was.
Bardil pulls his hand away and places it on the steering wheel, still smiling as we drive through town toward his mansion.
This is incredible.
In one night, everything has changed.
The way he looks at me. The way he smiles. His walls are down, and he's finally letting go of his anger. What happened between us now… I've never felt that before. Never in my life. Not with anyone. I think he felt it, too. That was special. It was real. It was beautiful.
Even if he hasn't let go of his anger toward my family yet, I know this is the start of something new. A new outlook. A new perspective for him.
I glance at him across the car. His face is relaxed and happy.
My heart warms.
We eat burgers in his bedroom. I've kicked my shoes off, and I'm sitting cross-legged on the bed with the burger box on my lap.
I'm watching him while he chats. He's leaning against the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him. His shoes are also kicked off.
My eyes are locked onto him. My heart is enthralled by him. Each movement of his face, his lips, and his eyes makes him more beautiful.
I can't stop thinking about how he handled me. How he held me.
After our burgers, which I don't even come close to finishing, we keep talking as the night grows later.