Chapter 9
EILISH
It happens so fast, I’m barely even aware of it. One second, I’m standing there gawking at him, trying to get my brain to function properly. The next, he’s grabbing me and yanking me across his lap.
And suddenly, that’s exactly where I find myself: in freaking black lace lingerie and heels, face down across Gavan Tsarenko’s muscled thighs. I gasp, shivering when I feel the expensive linen of his suit pants against my naked torso.
Shivering too at the realization that my bare ass is up in the air, only covered—barely—by a thong.
“Wait! What the—”
And that’s when it happens. With one motion, his broad, powerful hand comes down with a hard smack against my ass. Heat blossoms out from the place of impact, chasing across my skin like electric currents from a live wire.
Then he spanks my other butt cheek, and I choke back a gasp as I squirm against him.
“What the fuck! ” I blurt. I try and twist either toward him, or off him. But one of his hands grabs my ponytail firmly. The other one, the one that’s just spanked me, grips my throbbing, smarting ass tightly. Between the two, I’m not going anywhere.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?”
“ Punishing you ,” he growls, making me shiver as the hand on my ass lightly strokes the stinging skin.
“This is not part of our—”
“Did you or did you not agree to be my willing little free use toy, Eilish,” he rasps darkly.
A tremble ripples through my core. Visions of the darkly sexy fantasies and the filthy videos I’ve watched online start dancing teasingly through my mind.
“Answer me.”
“ Yes ,” I choke.
He’s silent, but when his grip tightens on my ass and my ponytail, I know what he’s thinking.
“ Yes, Sir ,” I whisper.
“Good girl. Now—count.”
My eyes widen and I gasp sharply as his hand leaves my ass and then comes crashing back down. Heat explodes across my skin once again.
“ One! ” I whimper, my head spinning as I try to process the idea that this is actually happening.
Gavan’s powerful, tattooed hand spanks my ass again.
“Two!”
Three and four follow quickly, then five. There’s a long, tortuously drawn-out second before the sixth spank rips a squeal from my throat and makes my toes curl.
When he’s done, his hand lingers on my tender, tingling ass. My face is throbbing, partially from being face down like this, but mostly from what just happened.
…That, and the fact that I am horribly, mortifyingly, soaking wet .
Suddenly, his hand moves, his fingers slipping into the waistband of my panties.
Swiftly he yanks them down, peeling them off me, away from my pussy and leaving them tangled at my knees.
My throat closes off, my breath choked with shame and horrible desire as I feel his eyes center between my slightly spread thighs on his lap.
And the bastard chuckles .
“My my my , Miss Kildare,” Gavan murmurs, making a tsk-ing sound with his teeth. “What do we have here?”
My eyes squeeze shut as my face throbs.
“Open your mouth.”
I barely have time to do so before suddenly his fingers are slipping between my lips. My eyes fly open.
“ Suck .”
Heat fills my face. I awkwardly hollow my cheeks, trying to actually suck on his fingers. My tongue tentatively swipes over them, wetting them. When I hear him groan, I keep doing it.
Then I feel something.
Something hard. Something big. Something I thought was his thigh until it pulses and jumps against my stomach, and I realize it’s not his leg. It’s his cock.
He’s hard .
I did that .
Heat pools in my core as Gavan suddenly slips his fingers from my mouth. Without hesitation, he brings the hand back to my ass, and moves his fingers down between my spread legs.
He didn’t have to make me suck on them. I’m already dripping . And when he drags his fingers along my wet lips, there’s no stopping the choked whimper that catches in my throat.
“Now, what is it that got this little pussy so messy for me, solnishka ?” he growls, making me gasp as he suddenly sinks two fingers deep inside me. My head spins with a mix of fear, desire, uncertainty and need exploding through me all at the same time.
“Was it getting your ass spanked like the bad girl you are? Sucking my fingers while wishing it was my cock? Or are you just a brat who gets excited knowing you’re ruining my suit pants with that sopping wet pussy dripping all over them? Because you’ve. Left. A. Fucking. Puddle. On. Me.”
There’s no stopping the cry that tears from my lips as he punctuates each word with a deep, firm stroke of his fingertips against my g-spot. My eyes roll back in my head, and I moan through grit teeth as Gavan starts to finger me harder and deeper.
His thumb rolls my clit at the same time, and the waves of pleasure begin to pulse and throb through my core like a heartbeat. He slips two fingers of his other hand into my mouth, and he doesn’t even ask or tell me before I start to suck on them like I did a minute ago.
He’s not pinning me down anymore. But I don’t try to escape.
All I can do is writhe and whimper across his lap as Gavan fingers my pussy and my mouth, sending me spiraling upward with desire.
The lewd, mortifyingly wet sounds of my pussy dripping all over his plunging fingers fill the room along with my muffled moans as I suck on his fingers like a porn star.
His thumb rolls my clit over and over, until all at once it hits without warning.
Suddenly, for the very first time, I’m coming from someone’s touch other than my own.
Hard .
I spasm, my legs flailing and kicking, my panties still around my knees. My body twitches and writhes as I feel my pussy clamp down tight around his fingers while wave after wave of my arousal floods his hand and his slacks.
Slowly, he slides his hands from my mouth and from between my thighs. I’m still shaking when I feel the sudden heat of his lips right by my ear as he bends over me.
“ Get on your knees, solnishka .”
It’s all a hazy blur. Slowly, my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I slide from his lap onto the floor. I don’t do it because I feel threatened, though there’s a part of me that’s still sitting with that fear and feasting on it.
I don’t do it because I’m worried about the consequences if I don’t do as he says, or because I feel like he owns me.
I drop to my knees on the floor in front of Gavan Tsarenko, my thighs still wet and my panties tangled around my legs, because I want to .
I stare with wide, eager eyes as he slides his hand to the belt of his tailored pants—which do, in fact, have a large wet spot on them. Two wet spots, actually. One is from the cappuccino I dumped in his lap.
The other is from me .
“You were right,” he growls quietly as his steely gray eyes slice into me. He smiles thinly. “Not about my ego. But you did hurt my balls.”
His belt opens. His zipper tugs down over the massive bulge beneath it. Then he slips his hand into his boxers.
“Maybe you should kiss them all better.”
Gaven lifts his hips and pulls his cock free.
My jaw drops.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
He’s fucking huge . I mean like huge- huge. Long, veined, and literally as thick as my wrist, with a swollen crown already leaking precum.
My throat bobs as my eyes widen, shamefully staring at his monster dick.
What the fuck…
HOW the fuck…
“Eilish.”
I shiver, my eyes dragging from his enormous cock up to his smoldering eyes.
“Open your mouth.”
I flush as my gaze drops back to his hand wrapped around his huge dick.
“ Yes, Sir .”
I say it unprompted. And when I do, a flicker of something wicked sparks in my core. The flicker burns hotter and stronger when I hear him groan.
“ Good girl . Now take my cock in your mouth and show me just how good a girl you can be.”
My lips part. Slowly, I lower my face down to the swollen head. My lips brush the tip, and I shiver at the salty-sweet taste and the scent of desire mixed with that same bergamot, wood, and wealth scent that always seems to come with him.
I pucker my lips, kissing his crown once, twice, and then a third time. Then I shiver as I feel him wrap my ponytail around his hand before he clenches it in a tight fist.
“ Open .”
I’ve never given a blowjob before. When we dated in high school, Brooks would whine and beg for one, and even occasionally made threats that if I didn’t, he’d find another girl to “take care of him”.
I hate so much that that revolting tactic almost worked, but I was so caught up with wanting to be liked by his crowd.
Luckily, we never actually got to that part before… well, before it blew up.
Before that night.
And after that? Well, I went on dates for the first two years of undergrad. But I wasn’t interested in casual hookups, unlike most of the guys I met, who very much were . And I didn’t really have time to date anyway, because I was so busy trying to grind my way to the top of my class.
Then, when I did finally try to start dating a year or two ago, it just never happened. To the point where I’m truly convinced that I’m cursed when it comes to meeting guys.
They’d never call me back. Or they’d stand me up. Or we’d have a great time getting a drink or a bite to eat and then they’d inexplicably ghost me forever.
Which is how I’ve gotten to the age of twenty-one, and only now am finding myself on my knees about to give my first blowjob.
And Jesus Christ, look at him. It’s like learning to ride a bike on a Grand Prix motorcycle.
But I’m determined to do this. I also, much as I hate to admit it, want to do this. So I open my jaw as wide as I possibly can, shivering at the delicious feel of his hand gripping my hair tightly. He’s not shoving me down. He’s not forcing me. But the pressure and the control are there.
And they’re pushing every fucking button I have.
The thick, velvety head slips into my mouth. I moan, feeling him stretch my lips wide as my tongue drags over the underside.
“Close your mouth around it,” he growls. “And suck .”