Chapter 15 #2
“ A good girl !” I blurt, sobbing with pleasure as he starts to roll my clit with his thumb.
“Be more fucking specific.”
Holy fucking God.
“ YOUR good girl ,” I choke.
Gavan groans, and I moan in anticipation when I hear and feel his pants coming undone. I shudder when I feel the hot, swollen head of his cock push between my thighs. I whine when his fingers slide out of me, frustrated, but when I feel that thick head tease against my lips, my breath catches.
“And who am I , baby girl,” he hisses into my ear as his teeth drag over the lobe.
I don’t even hesitate. I can’t , not with that throbbing promise of pleasure teasing hot and hard against my pussy.
“ You’re the one who owns me. ”
“ Good girl .”
Every. Single. Inch of his thick, swollen cock rams into me with one powerful thrust. My eyes fly wide and my mouth goes slack as I cry out in ecstasy.
The force of his thrust has me up on the balls of my feet, my toes curling as my hands go flat to the tiled wall on either side of the mirror in front of us.
In it, I lock eyes with him, my face caving in pleasure as his tenses. His hands tighten on my flesh as he rams in and out, fucking me hard against the sink with deep, powerful thrusts that have me climbing the goddamn walls.
His hand cups my breast, pinching my nipple hard as the other hand wraps around my throat. His teeth bite down on my neck, making me cry out as pain and pleasure blur together.
As he consumes me entirely.
His thick, swollen cock drives in and out of my slickness, coating my thighs with my own arousal as my hips pound against the sink. His tongue drags up my neck over the bite marks he’s left, all the way up to my ear, which he sucks between his lips.
“You. Are. Fucking. MINE ,” he rasps savagely, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust that drives me screaming right to the brink of my sanity.
We slam together faster and harder. My world blurs, and I gasp, reaching back and up to wrap my arms around the back of his neck as he fucks into me.
“ Open your fucking eyes, solnishka ,” he snarls into my ear as my lids flutter open. “Look at yourself.” I whimper, my face going crimson as I see the way I’m tangled up with him—clinging to him eagerly, my hair a mess, my dress down over my bared breasts and hiked up around my waist.
The marks of his mouth and his teeth like welts down my neck. My panties shoved haphazardly to the side and my back arched. His hands on my tits and wrapped possessively around my throat.
My body shudders and bounces off him as his fat cock rams into me over and over, until my world turns blurry.
“ Gavan… ”
When I come, it’s like a neutron bomb going off. It’s like reality glitches and breaks into fragments around me. I scream, completely uncaring about anyone possibly hearing me getting fucked within an inch of my life in a bar bathroom.
My body wrenches and seizes up, the cry tearing from my lips as I feel my pussy clamp down around his cock.
Gavan keeps thrusting into me as my orgasm explodes through me before suddenly he groans and buries his cock deep.
My head is swimming as I feel his cock pulse and throb, his cum spilling deep into me as I cling to him for dear life.
Slowly, his grip on me releases. His lips tease over the bite marks on my neck, soothing both them and the pulse racing beneath. He gently eases out of me, pulling my panties back into place and making me blush when I feel them start to get soaked with his cum as it begins to dribble out of me.
“Turn around.”
I shiver, turning just in time for him to cup my face and kiss me fiercely. His tongue snakes into my mouth, conquering it before he pulls back again.
“ On your knees .”
My pulse throbs. That dark part of myself he brings out in me stirs and grins.
And I do as he says, knowing exactly what he wants.
“Be a good girl and clean off my cock.”
So I do.
Eagerly.
Hungrily.
My tongue snakes over his cock, still hard and swollen, tasting myself and his cum mixed together on it. I drag my tongue up and down, then dance it across the underside as my eyes lift to lock with his.
Gavan’s face goes rigid, and his jaw clenches as he reaches down to tangle his hands in my hair. My mouth opens, and I moan when he groans and pushes the head past my lips and over my tongue.
His hips rock, a groan rumbling from his throat as he starts to fuck my mouth with shallow, quick thrusts.
“Touch yourself while I fuck this pretty mouth, solnishka ,” he murmurs. “Play with your messy, freshly-fucked pussy while you clean off my cock like my good little toy.”
Sweet. Fucking. Jesus .
I should be so disturbed by all of this—him, the situation, myself . But I’m unable to even try to feel that way. All I can do is eagerly moan more and more loudly on his dick as my hand slips into my panties to rub my throbbing clit frantically, feeling the stickiness of his cum coating me.
Gavan groans, pumping faster as my hand keeps time between my thighs. And just as I start to explode again—whimpering around him as my thighs clamp around my twisting fingers—he starts to come, too.
My own orgasm rips through me as his spurts across my tongue and down my throat.
I stay where I am, licking and sucking until he’s clean again. Then I shudder when he reaches down to pull me up and press me against the wall. His mouth crushes to mine, his tongue demanding entrance, seemingly uncaring that he’s just come down my throat.
“There are no boundaries between us, solnishka, ” he growls quietly.
I don’t respond, smoothing my dress back into place and trying to fix my hair as Gavan zips his pants back up and straightens his jacket.
“My car is waiting outside to take you home.”
I bite my lip, turning to him.
“Whose home?”
His brow arches.
“Funny. Mine. Come with me.”
I pull my hand back from him.
“I just…need a minute?”
He nods. “You have five. I’ll be out front.”
When he’s gone, I turn to stare at myself in the mirror and blush.
I look like…well, like I just got the shit fucked out of me in a bar bathroom, that’s what.
I fix that as much as I can before I take a deep breath and step out into the hallway. Back in the main bar area, I swallow as I arrive back at the table where Callie and Dahlia are talking.
“Dude!” Callie frowns at me. “Where the hell did you…” She arches a brow, and slowly starts to smirk. “Where exactly did you get off to?”
“And more to the point, who did you get off with ,” Dahlia adds, making the two of them crack up as they grin at me.
I desperately try to contain the heat on my face.
“ Har har har ,” I sigh, trying to look amused and sarcastic and not, well, floating and well fucked. “I got to talking with someone at the bar, and—”
“Uh oh! Don’t tell Mr. Tyrant,” Callie teases.
“Hilarious,” I roll my eyes, still trying to keep my face from heating. “It was a girl from my corporate litigation class. Relax.”
She frowns. “Uh huh. How come you’re all sweaty and glowing?”
I frown, shrugging. “It’s hot as hell in here. And the bar is swamped. Anyway, I’m gonna take off.”
“Well, yes,” Callie sighs. “Wouldn’t want to keep Mr. Demanding waiting. The living room floor awaits,” she says with a wink.
I know she’s just kidding. I know she’s just joking around. I know she doesn’t mean it maliciously or anything.
But when I hear it like that, I frown.
What the fuck am I doing?
Boundaries.
We really do need some fucking boundaries if this is going to work. And this is one of them. I’m not a puppy. I’m not his to parade around on a leash wherever and whenever he pleases. And as the mix of emotions, adrenaline, and alcohol swirl inside of me, my brow furrows.
My car is waiting outside. You have five minutes.
Yeah, no, fuck that. Controlling and dominant is hot in bed—or over his desk, or against bathroom sinks, for that matter. But the rest of the time, when we’re not fucking?
I’m a freaking person. My own person. Not his. And I’m done being constantly ordered around like I am.
There are limits, and I just found mine.
“Hey, you okay?”
I blink and focus on Callie. She frowns.
“I was totally just kidding. You know that, right?”
I smile. “Yeah, of course.”
She stands and takes my hand. “I love ya. I just want you to be happy and safe. And if Mr. Tyrant does that for you?” She shrugs. “Go for it, girl. And have fun,” she winks.
“Thanks,” I grin back as she hugs me close.
I say goodnight to Dahlia. Just as I’m leaving, Callie stops me. She smirks, lifting a brow as she pulls close.
“ Nice men’s cologne ,” she snickers low in my ear, turning my face the color of red wine. “And don’t think for a second I didn’t see you stagger over to our table from the direction of the ladies room looking like you just got off a rollercoaster.”
When she pulls back, I stare at her, not sure what to say. Callie just grins and gives me a friendly swat on the butt.
“Go have fun, lady. Call me!”
She and Dahlia head over to the bar for a last round of margaritas. I turn to glance at the front door, where I know Gavan is waiting for me.
Then I turn, smile to myself, and march out the back door.
Screw. Him .
The night is warm. But it’s still way cooler out than it was in the sweltering, overly crowded bar. I shoulder my bag, grinning, a little pep in my step—partly from the mind-blowing sex I just had, and partly from my decision to create my own boundaries with Gavan.
The pain comes out of nowhere.
I choke out a gasp, knocked off balance by the sheer force of the blow to my head. I hear a grunt as someone hits me again, making me cry out as I fall to the ground.
The gritty pavement of the alley behind the bar bites into my palms and knees. I try to stand, when suddenly a powerful kick slams into my ribs, knocking the wind out of me and sending pain exploding all through my side.
There’s another kick, and then another as I cry out again and feebly try to block it with my hands. A shadow looms over me, spiking fear through my heart before another blow slams into my head.
The world spins and blurs. Dark spots cloud my vision as the shape leans close to my ear as I lie on the ground, dazed.
“ Please…don’t …”
“Stay the fuck away from Gavan Tsarenko.”
The voice with a thick Russian accent snarls into my ear as everything starts to fade.
“The next time you decide to be a Reznikov whore, there will be bigger consequences.”
Something slams into my head one more time, and everything goes black.