18. Cipher
CIPHER
I t had been a long day. Still no sign of Yulian although I knew the fucker was close. By the time I walked through the doors of the Inn, my body ached in ways that went beyond the physical. The monster I was hunting wasn’t just out there; he was in my head, clawing at my thoughts, pushing me closer to an edge I didn’t want to admit existed.
But none of that mattered right now. Because I knew where I wanted to be. Where I needed to be.
Mila.
She was under my skin—impossible to ignore. She’d somehow buried herself in me without even trying, and now, no matter how much I tried to focus on the job, all I could think about was her.
I found her in the quiet corner of the common room, tucked away from the noise of the others. She was curled up in an oversized armchair, her legs tucked beneath her, the soft glow of the firelight tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. She looked like something out of a fever dream. She was too beautiful for this grim reality, too fragile for the darkness that surrounded her.
But fragile wasn’t the right word. Not for Mila. She’d been through hell and back, and it had only sharpened her resolve.
She must’ve felt my eyes on her because she glanced up, her gaze locking with mine. A flicker of something passed across her face. Surprise, maybe, or irritation. Or both.
“There’s nothing easy about any of this, is there?” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Including me.”
I crossed the room slowly, like a predator circling its prey. Her words made me grin, dark and knowing. “I never said you were easy, angel.”
Her lips parted, but whatever retort she’d been ready to throw at me died the second I sat down on the edge of her chair, crowding her space. She was close now, too close, her scent wrapping around me like a chain. Jasmine and something sweeter, something uniquely her.
She shifted, just enough to press those pretty tits of hers against my arm. It wasn’t an accident. Not with the way her eyes flashed, daring me to react.
“I’ve been through a lot more than what you could imagine,” she said, her voice low and laced with defiance. “Believe me, I have more conviction in my pinky than you have in your whole body.”
I couldn’t stop the chuckle that rumbled out of me. God, she was fun . “That so?”
I moved deliberately, shifting my arm so that my hand grazed her chest. My finger found her nipple, hard and begging for attention despite the way she tried to glare me down. I flicked it lightly, nonchalantly, like it didn’t mean a damn thing to me.
Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened. And her chest rose, just a little, like her body was betraying her.
“Don’t,” she whispered, the word barely audible.
But I leaned in closer, my voice a rough whisper against her ear. “Don’t what, angel? Don’t stop? Don’t touch? Or don’t make you admit that you want this as much as I do?”
Her hands gripped the armrest of the chair, her knuckles turning white. Her lips parted like she was about to say something, but no words came.
I stayed close, watching the war play out in her eyes. Fear. Desire. Anger. Lust. It was all there, a beautiful, chaotic mess that only made me want her more.
“You can push me away, Mila,” I said, my voice low and deadly serious. “But it won’t change the fact that you’re mine. Every broken, beautiful piece of you. And you know it.”
Her breath came quicker now, her chest rising and falling in time with my own. And still, she didn’t push me away.
Not yet.
“Why are you playing games with me, angel?” I lowered my voice, the huskiness in my voice visibly rolled over her and my body responded to hers.
“I'm not playing any games. I'm just tired of being used “
“I’m not here to use you, baby.”
“No, just own me,” she glanced up at me, accusation in her eyes.
“Yes, I admit, owning you is something I need to do. But it doesn’t mean what you think it does.”
My finger continued to roll around her nipple and I noticed her lean into me, although she was holding on to her conviction for as long as she could.
“I'm not a thing to be owned.”
I leaned forward, sweeping my hand around her waist and pulling her against me. She gasped, her back arched as her tits pressed up against my hard chest, her hands wrapped around my arms. I flexed at her warm touch.
“You're right, angel. But I don't just want to own you.”
Her eyelids dropped, her gaze on my lips as the deep rumble of my voice seemed to lull her.
“I want to take care of you. I want to cause you so much pleasure, your body will only ever need me.”
“You're obsessed, Cipher, that's all it is.”
“So? Let me obsess over you, Mila. Let me worship every inch of you. Let me feed off you.”
I dropped to my knees in front of the armchair, gripping her thighs beneath the hem of her nightgown. My thumbs landed on the crevice where her thighs met her sex. She was hot and her panties were drenched.
I slid my thumbs beneath the seams and her head slid back against the chair, her breasts heaving at that mere touch of her sensitive spot.
“People will see you,” she whispered, her eyes still shut as she took in the sensation of my touch.
“So, let them see. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Cipher,” she sighed.
“Tell me you want to feed me. I'm hungry, angel. I need your taste.”
She shook her head back and forth as I continued to seduce her, knowing she'd falter. Before I'd taken what I wanted, now I wanted her to want me as much as I did her.
“Say it, angel. Tell me you want my tongue buried inside your pretty little sex hole.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered in desperation as her nails scraped at my arms.
I slid my thumb over the softness of her swollen lips, and she shuddered. Slowly, I raised the hem of the material, finally getting a glimpse of her white silk panties. I groaned, pressing my nose to them and inhaling her womanly scent.
“I crave you,” I let out the words in a harsh, hot breath that caused goosebumps to form along her thighs.
“You can keep me trapped here with you if you want,” I pressed my mouth to her sex, my tongue running along the seam of her wet panties while I relished in her soft moan.
“I can stay here for as long as you need me to.”
“If I do this. If I give in. What will you do to me?”
My eyes met hers from my perch on my knees. I knew what she was asking. I knew she wanted me to guarantee her life, her freedom. But that wasn't my call.
“I'll protect you for as long as I can.”
“But you won't release me, will you?”
I clenched my jaw, my arousal at full force was already fucking with my head. But no, I wasn't going to let her go.
“Being with me is your only way out, Mila.” I waited for her to respond and when she didn’t I knew… “I’m the only one who will help you. The only one alive, who cares for you more than his own life.”
She looked down at me, confusion and lust shone in her eyes. She seemed to study my face and then she gave me what I wanted. She slipped her hand over my head and brought me to her core. Raising her leg over my shoulder she sighed.
“Then do your worst.”
I groaned, gripping her panties and tearing them off so I could get at that wet, juicy center.
I lapped at her lips. Soothing her doubts with each lick of my tongue. I savored each lip, biting and tugging it, spreading them with my fingers until that tiny button protruded. The way she moaned for me as I flicked it. That guttural need that I craved emanated from her pretty pussy as I began my feast.
I slurped and tongued that sensitive region until her legs were quivering and she was incoherently begging me for me to pull her out of this torture.
Instead, I knelt before her, her eyes glazed over as they took their fill of me. Undoing the zipper of my jeans, I tugged the pants down over my ass, tugger her down on the armchair and froze as she quickly looked away.
Her eyes were clenched tight, almost afraid of what was coming. Her body was taut, hands white knuckling the arm rest. Her bottom lip turned a bright red from how hard she was biting down on it.
I growled, hating how much she hated it. Hated me. But I was too far gone. She made me lose control in the worst of ways.
“Look. At. Me.” I ordered.
Her eyes shot open and slowly they shifted toward me.
“I want your eyes on me, Kitty Cat. Only on me.”
“Wh-why?” Her breasts heaved as she let out little tiny pants.
“Because I want to see what your eyes look like when I fill you.”
They brightened, widened as I slid my cockhead into her wet, sweet hole. She whimpered, biting down on that lip again as I purposely slid inside of her, torturously slow, so she could feel every inch of me penetrating her.
Her eyes first looked confused, scared, and as I pushed a little deeper she groaned and her eyes grew dark and feral. I slid into her deep, sinking my dick until I was fully seated inside of her sweet warmth.
“What do you feel, Kitty Cat?”
“F-full. You're stretching me,”she panted, her breaths landing on my lips.
I leaned forward, capturing her lip with my teeth as I pulled out, roughly rutting into her again. She whimpered, her hands now wrapped around my shoulders.
“That's a dirty girl,” I growled as I began to fuck her with strong, steady strokes of my dick. It was pulsing hard, growing thick inside of her.
She cried out as I rammed my cock into her, grinding into that needy clit of hers, before pulling out completely only to force my way in again.
She looked so beautiful, head back, hair flowing around her, pretty plump tits bouncing around in that thin sheath.
I lifted her, easing her onto the couch. I slid the damn nightgown up, exposing her tits. I groaned as I one into my mouth, sucking on the soft flesh as I held her captive on my cock.
“Cipher,” she sighed my name, once, twice, and I loved every fucking second of how badly she wanted to fight it.
“Cum for me, Kitty Cat.” I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Don't you dare fucking keep that away from me.
I thrust harder, her breasts violently bounced as she lay there helpless and needy.
She squirmed her hips, taking every inch deeper. Her nails dragged across my shoulders and I hissed as I knew she'd drawn blood. It was her own tiny revenge, and I let her have it. I let her get that tiny upper hand before I wrapped my hand around her throat and pounded that pretty pussy.
Her cry of pleasure was slowly squeezed out of her, and all that remained were her eyes pinned on me, her mouth slightly opened as the ecstasy rolled over her.
“That's it, cum all over this cock who’s keeping you trapped. A cock that won't ever get enough of you.”
I groped her tit, rolling the nipple between my fingers as I fucked her faster, harder, prolonging her orgasm as I chased my own.
My balls grew heavy, my cock growing almost painfully thick as my muscles contracted. The world seemed to black out as I looked down at her. Only she existed, writhing and biting down on her finger. Her eyes met mine and I groaned, my cock exploding inside of her once again.
The first time was violent, forced, unlike anything I'd ever done before. But this, seeing her succumb to the pleasure. This was fucking perfection.
My cock continued to release its cream in her, feeding the Kitty Cat that now purred beneath me. It was semi hard when done, and I held myself over her, loving the feel of her wrapped around me, trapping me inside of her.
When her eyes met mine, I smiled. “That's what being owned feels like, Kitty Cat.”
“Fuck you,” she panted, her pussy squeezing around my cock.
“Mmm, we'll get to that again soon.”
I gripped her by the neck, bringing her up to my mouth so that I could kiss and taste every inch of it. She moaned, involuntarily, her fingers gripping my head and yanking me off her.
“Never again,” she whispered, and I smiled, taking that as a challenge.
My cock grew hard inside of her, and I slowly slid out of her. She watched it pulse in the air and sitting back, I reached over, gripped her by the hair, and tugged to her knees until my cock was buried down her throat.
I guided her forcefully onto it, and like a good kitty she devoured it. Taking it down her throat over and over. The sound of her gags made it even better. She rolled her tongue over it, pushing away from me and I let her release it with a pop, from how hard she was sucking on it.
She knelt there, panting, lips glistening, and I slapped at her tits before gripping her neck and hair again.
I tugged her forward. “Straddle it,” I ordered and was pleased as she willfully did so.
“Put inside of you.”
She was angry, her eyes were on fire. “No,” she stated.
I gripped her throat tighter, bringing her mouth to mine. “Deny me once more, and I'll lock you up in a fucking cage with a nice little collar and leash for my new pet.
She quivered, almost as if liking the idea. “Fuck my fucking cock.” I snarled.
She gripped the base tightly, and I gritted my jaw. “Careful, kitty cat. I can still hurt you.”
She released me ever so slightly before slipping me inside of her again. The sound of her moan echoed around us and I couldn't help but smile, watching her bounce on my lap, as I won that last challenge.