Chapter 18
Icouldn’t be prouder of the progress that Lily has made since she arrived at my house. When he first got here, she was a shivering little baby deer consumed by fear and unable to see anything but danger.
Now, she is the danger.
Even I’m a little scared of her after seeing how accurate her shots were on the range. She managed to hit some of the targets that I missed, making her one of the best shooters in the Bratva with little to no practice.
Of course, all that shooting takes a toll on the body, and she’s currently napping on the couch in the lounge. I’m tempted to join her, but my explosives team has just finished with the safe and they assure me it’s okay to open.
So, I leave my precious girl to get some rest, carrying the safe to my office to dig into it. If this doesn’t have any information about Project G, then perhaps one of Dimitri’s hard drives could tell me something helpful.
Cracking the safe isn’t a problem, since the explosives team already drilled holes in the lock. It opens without an issue, revealing something both surprising and a disheartening.
I lean back in my leather chair, reaching for a cigar and lighting it before I even attempt to make sense of what Dimitri put in the safe. Smoke fills the room, and I close my eyes, imagining what Dimitri could’ve meant by this.
Coming up blank, I open my eyes, reaching into the safe and pulling out the little wad of cotton inside. It’s raw, like it was plucked straight from the plant and not pulled from the stuffing of a toy.
I sniff it, trying to get some idea of what it’s for. It doesn’t smell like anything unusual, no chemicals or perfumes. At first inspection, it really does just seem like a random little piece of cotton.
But it can’t be that. It must mean something. Dimitri wouldn’t have left this in a safe if it wasn’t somehow important.
And if it turns out not to be, I’m probably going to lose my mind over it before we ever find the research for Project G.
I toss the cotton on the top of my desk, watching it like I expect it to grow legs and run away. There’s a secret here, a riddle, perhaps, and it’s my job to figure out the answer.
I drum my fingers on the top of my desk, my thoughts growing increasingly abstract.
Cotton. What does that have to do with Project G?
Dimitri was working on a unique process for diluting gasoline using a special chemical compound that could be added the tanks before they’re delivered to gas stations. Theoretically, it would show very little difference in milage, and it wouldn’t damage engines, but it would cut ten cents off the cost of a gallon.
Ten cents multiplied by the 376-million gallons consumed in the United States daily would be enough to make us rich many times over. The implications are astounding, but it would only work if the research was finished.
And all I have for proof of this incredible project is a little ball of cotton.
I groan, running my fingers through my hair as I stare down at the dastardly puff of white on my desk. Dimitri wasn’t one for jokes. He was a serious man when discussing Bratva matters, and he would never do something like this as a prank.
For the life of me, though, I can’t figure out what it means. I need other clues, something that will steer me in the right direction.
I’m halfway through my cigar, thoughts drifting slowly to madness, when there’s a soft knock on my door. It’s almost too quiet to hear, but I’m drenched in such an oppressive silence that it catches my attention.
Ash falls off my cigar before I can set it down on the crystal ash tray on my desk. I stand up, sweeping the piece of cotton into the palm of my hand before heading to the door.
There’s another knock before I arrive, a little louder this time.
I swing open the door, and Lily takes a step back in surprise. “Oh, hey,” she says, blinking away her nerves. “I just wanted to see how you were.”
I open the door further, stepping away to let her into my office. “I thought you were napping.”
She shrugs one shoulder as she walks in. “I couldn’t sleep. Everything is so… exciting. Maybe that’s not the right word, but it’s close.”
“I understand,” I say, shutting the door softly and making my way back to my desk. “I might have something to take your mind off things. It’s certainly been a distraction for me.”
She perks up, her eyes bright and energetic despite the late hour.
Suddenly, I remember what I told her before, the way I was planning on punishing her for being a naughty girl this morning and giving me a hard time about leaving. Maybe it’s the innocent pout in her lips, or the rosiness in her cheeks, but I can’t bring myself to be too tough with her.
Maybe I’ll just give her a little spanking, something to remind her who’s in charge.
“Come here,” I say, placing the piece of cotton back on my desk and sitting down.
She moves around the desk, her hands clasped at her waist earnestly. She’s so pure, so far from everything I’m used to, but that only makes me want to corrupt her until she’s as filthy as I am.
Not bitter, though. I want her to stay sweet with a layer of filth over top. That way, when I sink my teeth in, there’s still plenty to enjoy.
Lily stands next to me, the smell of honeysuckles and vanilla filling the air. She always smells so good, so delicious in her own pretty way.
“What’s that?” she asks, looking down at the cotton on my desk.
“We’ll get around to it. First, I need you to bend over,” I say, patting my lap. “Right here.”
Her nose wrinkles as she frowns, her eyes searching mine for an explanation.
“Bend over, sweetheart. I told you I needed to punish you, remember?”
“Oh,” she says, redness flooding her pretty cheek. “I thought you might have forgotten. I did so good today, though.”
I smile, unable to truly be angry at anything she does. I’m only doing this because I want to feel her body twitching on my lap as I lay my hand down on her pale ass. It turns me on to no end to watch her submit to me.
“You can either leave my office, or bend over my lap. It’s up to you,” I say, giving her a way out if she really wants it.
As it turns out, she doesn’t. She bends over my lap immediately, pressing her body into the firmness of my thighs.
I place my hand on her back, feeling her rapid breathing as she anticipated what I’m going to do next. My fingers walk down her spine, reaching the edge of her legging and gripping them tightly. “You’re going to learn not to be a naughty girl,” I tell her, yanking down her pants and exposing her neon-green thong. “Mm, very nice.”
She wiggles on my lap, trying to turn her head to look up at me.
“Sweet girl, you know that’s not allowed,” I say, turning her head back toward the floor with my free hand. “You need to have your spankings first. How many do you think you deserve?”
“I’ve been good,” she protests, wiggling her butt.
I grab it, squeezing one of her cheeks and pulling it away from the other until I can see the string of her thong. My cock is already throbbing against her belly but seeing her asshole peeking out from the flimsy thong string makes it feel like it’s going to burst.
“Give me a number,” I say, patting her ass lightly. “How many do you deserve.”
“Hmm, maybe three,” she replies.
“Let’s double that.” I follow my words up with a spanking, firm but not too hard that it hurts. “That’s one.”
“But I’ve been so good,” she whines, squirming in my lap.
“Two!” I spank her again, feeling the heat of her skin against my palm this time.
She jumps in my lap, bouncing on my erection so hard that I gasp.
“Fuck, baby, you’re going to make me lose control.”
She turns her head, trying to look at me again. “Maybe you’d like to lose control all over my face?”
I’m stunned by this little vixen on my lap. How can she go from the purest of the pure, the more innocent little doll, to a woman who wants to get on her knees and take my cum to the face after getting spanked?
I’m obliged to carry through with her suggestion immediately ditching the spankings and pushing her off my lap. “Get on your knees,” I growl. “Under the desk. Go.”
She slips under my desk, crawling with her legging still pulled down until she’s between my thighs. Her hands find my belt, undoing it as she looks up at me with darkened lust in her eyes.
I can’t believe this. She has turned so fast that it’s making my head spin. From an angel to a devil, and I must admit I’m enjoying every second of it.
Her greedy hands find the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down and grabbing my cock as it springs out. Her pupils double in size as she holds it in her hand, staring at it like she’s never seen anything quite so magnificent.
But she’s already seen it before, many times now.
“I’m so hungry,” she says, squeezing the base of my cock and slapping it on her cheek. “Please feed me.”
“Jesus,” I mumble tilting my head back. I feel like I died and somehow went the opposite direction of where I should’ve. I don’t deserve to have Lily in between my legs, doing these wonderful things to me. I don’t deserve her at all, and yet here she is.
I’m never going to forget this moment or any of the others we’ve shared.
The moment I feel her lips on my cock, my entire body lights up. Places I never thought I’d feel sensations again are alive and buzzing with energy. My legs tingle, and something in my gut twists around and squeezes as she works my shaft with her warm mouth.
My breath is taken from me, squeezed from my lungs like it’s being stomped out by an iron boot. I feel warmth starting from my groin and spreading slowly throughout my entire body, creating a natural high that lasts as long as Lily has her lips wrapped around my cock.
“You’re so good at this,” I groan, looking down at her as she bobs her head up and down.
Her eyes flicker up to me for a split second, twinkling with knowing joy as she continues to build me up to a climactic surrender. My toes curl, sweat beads on my upper lip, and I can feel every ounce of resistance left to falling in love with Lily dissolve from my body and get swept away in the pleasure.
And then, I explode.
Lily pulls me from her mouth, using her hand to pump everything I have onto her face. Thick ropes fall onto her nose and lips, dripping down her chin and dangling off as I flood her with everything I have.
She laughs, licking it up as I slump down in my chair.
I’ve vandalized an angel, and I’m sure to go to hell as a result.