23. Emily
23
EMILY
Konstantin stalks toward me, his every movement slow and methodical. He’s like a panther, stalking his prey.
I feel a shiver run up my spine.
“Should I take it off slowly?” I say, arching a brow.
He grins and takes my wrist, pressing my hand against his long, hard cock, throbbing against the restraint of his trousers.
With a growl, Konstantin grabs me and pulls me toward him for a fierce kiss. It’s a battle as our tongues clash, our lips devouring each other while we touch everywhere we can reach. I claw my fingers into his hard biceps while he sinks his fingers into the soft curves of my ass, pressing hard enough to leave marks.
He breaks the kiss, only to trail his searing lips towards my neck as his fingers slip under the watery material of the dress and carefully peels it off my shoulders.
One kiss after another dots my sensitive skin while his tongue traces an unbroken line from the base of my neck to my jaw. He repeats the motion again and again, each time with hot, open-mouthed kisses that leave me wanting more .
My head falls back as the dress pools around my ankles. I try to endure the delicious sensation. It’s too much, and too good, that I don’t even notice Konstantin pulling me towards him.
I step out of the puddled dress on the ground.
And immediately, his fingers stroke my clit through my panties.
I’m already so sensitive that the barest of touch sends pleasure spreading like lightning through my veins.
And when I cry out, I barely sound human.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmurs.
I nod eagerly as my heart pounds in my throat.
His fingers trace the lace covering my core, and he moans when he feels how wet I am. I’ve been soaking through the fabric since the moment he asked me to strip in front of him and put on the beautiful dress he had Buric made.
“Is this soaked pussy all for me?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I gasp. Instinctively, my hips press forward, trying to get more contact. He rewards me by cupping my sex hard with his hand. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”
“You’re dripping all over me, Kitty Cat,” he breathes against my ear. “You’re going to make a mess.”
“Good.” I whimper, and he presses me back against the wall. I’m trapped between the rumbling wall and Konstantin’s hard muscles, helpless to resist him. Yet this is everything I wanted. I want him to hold me down, to make me his, and to make me tremble and scream until I collapse into him.
He’s right.
I’m making a mess.
But I want to be his mess.
He kisses me again, his hot mouth swallowing my tiny cries of pleasure. My back arches as every part of my body tries to meet him. I want to give in. To surrender. But just then, a new thought enters through me. A new desire.
Adventurous. Fearless. Equal parts reckless and stubborn.
He doesn’t have to tell me, but I know he doesn’t want me to only be content with him bringing me from one toe-curling orgasm to another.
And so, even though I want him to continue, I put my hands on his chest, and push him away.
“Wait.”
Reluctantly, he pulls back a few inches and gazes down at me. It’s time for me to push further.
“You said I’m equal parts reckless and stubborn,” I say sweetly.
“I did,” he says, his expression uncertain.
“What do you suppose this reckless and stubborn woman is about to ask her husband?”
His eyes light up with understanding as a devious smile curls up on his perfect lips. He takes a step back and suddenly the space between us feels as wide as the Atlantic Ocean. My fingers find purchase against the rough surface of the wall, holding myself up while the strengths flow back into my legs.
Then, slowly, he drops down to his knees.
“To do with as you please, Kitty Cat.”
Oh.
I’ve got the pakhan of the Siderov Bratva kneeling before me.
I feel like a queen, lording over my most powerful subjects. Slowly, I step forward, my hips swaying with each step until I’m standing mere inches from him. My fingers clutch his jaw the same way that he’s done to me so many times.
The rush of power is intoxicating.
Konstantin doesn’t flinch. He just stares up at me, his pupils blown, hunger in his gaze.
He’s willing to let me take the lead. Whatever I want to do, he’ll let me.
And there’s so, so much I want to do to this man.
I release his chin and issue my first command.
“Strip.”
He doesn’t make me wait. Immediately, he undoes the buttons and bares his chest. The familiar scarred landscape of his chiseled body greets me and I squeeze my thighs together at the sight. He stands long enough to remove his trousers and underwear, then falls right back onto his knees. His hard cock juts from between his legs. Pre-cum glistens on the swollen head as it throbs in the air, and I lick my lips in anticipation as I breathe in his musky scent.
I want him. So much.
But first, I need to push him. Make him prove that he’s ready to listen.
I reach back and unzip my dress, sliding it over my shoulders and letting it pool around my ankles on the ground. I stand before him in just my bra and panties, skin pebbling in the cool air.
Seeing me, Konstantin instinctively leans toward me, his lips brushing a kiss against the smooth skin of my waist.
“Uh-uh,” I scold. “Stay there until I tell you to move.”
He looks at me and a mischievous glint darts across his eyes. I’m probably the only woman who has ever gotten him naked and then told him no. I can see the strain on his face–it goes against his very nature to obey me .
But he swallows hard and sits back on his feed, giving me room.
The rush of power I feel is heady.
The most dangerous man in Croatia, on his knees before me.
I reward him with a smile.
“Take my panties off,” I say sweetly.
When he reaches forward, I smack his hand away.
“I said take my panties off,” I tease him. “I didn’t say anything about using your hands to do that.”
He stares back at me, eyes wide with surprise. For a second, I’m scared I’ve gone too far. But then, he grins, and the glint in his eyes turns wild, wicked, and absolutely ravenous .
“Yes, Kitty Cat,” he growls. “I’m yours to command.”
Pleasure courses through me at those words.
He doesn’t just tolerate letting me command him.
He fucking loves it.
“Take. My. Panties. Off.” I say slowly. “Now.”
Without another sound, Konstantin leans forward, his teeth grazing my left hip as he nips at the edge of my panties until his mouth closes around my pussy.
“Oh.” I gasp as his tongue works against me, and I hear him suck away the dampness of my panties. “Oh fuck.”
He tightens his lips, and the warmth shooting through my core threatens to overwhelm me in pleasure. But just as I feel my orgasm is in reach, he backs away. I nearly cry out in protest and beg him back when he nips at the edge of my panties.
And this time, he doesn’t let go.
Slowly, inch by inch, he drags the fabric down. Cool air kisses my soaked pussy, sending shivers and goosebumps running up my spine. He pushes forward and I move back until I’m pressed against the wall again .
“You taste every bit as delicious as I remember, Kitty Cat,” he murmurs against my skin, as he continues to tug the thin material down.
Once one side of the underwear makes it over the crest of my hip bone, he drags his mouth along the top of the fabric to the other side. His lips leave hot bursts of pleasure blooming across my lower belly, and I throw my head back in pleasure as a long note of desire punches from my throat.
“Getting impatient, Kitty Cat?” His deep voice rumbles between my legs. “Should I go slower?”
Wetness runs down my legs at the thought of him extending this pleasurable torture. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“As you command then.” He reaches my right side, and bites me on my hipbone. It’s not an accidental brush of his teeth, but a purposeful, intentional bite. Pain and pleasure mixes in my blood, and another long-drawn moan tumbles out.
I open my eyes, look down, and see the devilish expression on Konstantin’s face. That’s when I realize …
He’s testing me as much as I’m testing him.
He knew I’d like that, but he wasn’t obeying me.
I plunge my fingers into his dark hair and pull him towards me, hard. He doesn’t make a sound, but I know from the purse of his lips that the message has been received.
Two can play this game.
“No biting,” I command.
He smirks, then gently takes my panties in his mouth. His tongue masterfully slipping beneath the fold, and in the process, brush up against my quivering pussy. Then slowly, inch by inch, he pulls them down until they’ll loop around my ankles. I step out of them and push on his shoulder.
“Lie back. ”
This time, he obeys, no question. He lies on the floor, his cock still rock-hard. I want it. And I’m done waiting.
I straddle his waist, pressing my bare pussy against his hardness and we both groan at the contact. I move my hips, coating his length with my wetness until he’s soaked. Every brush of my clit against him ratchets my want higher.
Quickly, I unlatch my bra and throw it somewhere. Too far gone to talk anymore, I grab his hands and press them to my breasts. To my annoyance, Konstantin just lets his hands sit there, unmoving.
What is he doing?
I look at his face, and see him looking thoughtful. Almost like a student figuring out a problem.
“Konstantin,” I whine, sounding pathetic even to my own ears.
“What do you want?” he asks.
He’s making me spell it out, when he knows I’m losing my mind .
Except, that doesn’t feel quite right. I remember how I smacked his hand when he reached for me without my permission.
He’s not testing me. He wants instructions.
I’m so turned on that the words are slippery and murky in my mind.
“Touch me,” I blurt out, unable to be any more specific. “Squeeze me. Make me feel it. Make me scream.”
That’s all Konstantin needs to hear. His hands on my breast tightens, sending pain and pleasure mixing again. He thumbs my hardened nipples, kneading them with his other fingers as I grind my wet pussy against his cock. Slowly, his hips start moving to match his motion to mine.
If I move faster, so does he.
If I pause, he gives me a squeeze as if to urge me on. Like a rebellious horse, he’s goading me as much as I’m goading him.
We’re so in sync, he can give me exactly what I want, just by following how my body moves. It’s hot and messy and carnal, but it’s something more, too. Konstantin is giving up control, observing and listening to me, giving me exactly what I need.
When he touches me, he shows me how well he knows me.
How well we communicate.
How much he cares for me.
Then, Konstantin moves his hands from my breasts to my legs.
“Is this what you wanted, Kitty Cat?” he says, eyes burning.
“Yes.”
“Then earn it,” he says, his hands lightly stroking the outside of my thighs. Goosebumps rise under his touch, and I shiver.
He might be testing me. Seeing if he can steal back some of his power. But my instincts tell me that this is different.
He just wants to make me feel good, and he thinks he knows how to do it.
All I have to do is choose to trust him.
I have to fight to keep my voice steady. “How?”
He grins wolfishly, then tightens his grip on my thighs. I yelp when he pulls me forward so that I’m kneeling with my knees on either side of his head.
“Konstantin, what–”
“Ride my face,” he says, gazing up on me. “And don’t you fucking stop until you come.”
My face flushes with lust and embarrassment. Part of me wants to sink onto his mouth and let him lick me until I scream. But another part of me …
“Aren’t’ you afraid that I’ll crush you?” I ask.
Konstantin just smirks. “If you do, it’ll just make me even harder.”
I glance over my shoulder. His hard glistening cock is pulsing in the air. Precum beads and flows from its slit over its girthy length. Yeah, he’s pretty fucking sure.
“Please, Kitty Cat,” he purrs. “I want to taste you and smell you all over me. I want to look up and see your gorgeous body while you fuck my mouth. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
I do trust him, I realize. I trust him to know what I’d like and give it to me. To tell me honestly what he likes.
I swallow my self-consciousness and commit. Slowly, I lower myself until my pussy is hovering over his mouth. I can feel his hot breath against my opening. His mouth opens wider as his tongue sweeps forward to catch each drop of my juices in his mouth.
Another inch down, and I feel the flat of his tongue—hot and wet—pressing up against my folds. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he greedily drinks me, all while his tongue probes deeper into my pussy, parting my lips and exploring my walls. He groans—muffled—against my soaked cunt and the sound sends a burst of confidence through me that I discard all reservation and push myself completely against Konstantin’s mouth.
As soon as I do that, his lips find their way to my clit and he sucks the nub. I can’t help but close my eyes. It feels so fucking good. His tongue stiffens and it pushes at my entrance, giving me a taste of what is awaiting me.
My thighs start to ache as I hover over him. But it feels so goddamn good that I don’t want to move. When my muscles start trembling, he stops.
“Why are you holding yourself back?” he asks, pressing a wet kiss against my thigh. I can feel my own juices spread across the skin there, and I have no idea why that feels so hot.
“What do you mean?” I breathe.
“I mean exactly that. Why are you holding yourself back?”
“My legs are just getting a little tired.” I confess.
“That’s not how this is supposed to work, Kitty Cat.” Then, his fingers tighten on my thighs and pulls me down on to his face. My knees touch the floor and my hips start to move almost as if they have a mind of their own.
But just as quickly as he pulls me down, he immediately releases me. I get it: he wants to show me that I can put my full weight on him, and he can take it.
What he just did wasn’t a command, it was a recommendation.
One I’m only too happy to take.
“You want me to ride your fucking face?” I ask as I take a fistful of his hair in my hands.
His only response is another swirl of his tongue against my aching nub. I press my center harder against his mouth. “Is this what you wanted?”
Another swirl, another suck, and I feel myself edging closer to my orgasm. Konstantin hums against me, sending intense vibrations between my legs that pierces my core.
The pressure of his tongue against my clit drives my arousal higher than I ever thought possible. Chasing that high, I grind myself harder against him as I throw all abandon to the wind. I fuck his face shamelessly, letting his tongue swirl around my clit with each furious thrust of my hips.
Every second brings me higher and higher. The world around me is fading. Everything narrows to the feeling of Konstantin’s mouth feasting on me, the soft tickling of his breath against my pubic hair, and the lusty moans coming out of my own throat.
I’m shaking again, this time from pure desire.
“I’m so close,” I moan. “I’m so fucking close.”
Any second, he’s going to drive me over the edge.
His lips close around my clit and he sucks the nub hard. Oh fuck. Oh fuck! FUCK! I squeeze my eyes shut, and my vision turns white as the tremors begin radiating from the deepest part of my core.
“Oh god,” I moan, burying my fingers in his dark hair and pulling him closer to give him better access. I need some kind of tether to the world or I’m going to float away. Konstantin’s the only thing to keep me grounded.
I barely have time to recover when he starts to fuck me earnestly with his tongue. It feels wet, soft and wicked, not quite as filling as one of his fingers, but it manages to open me all the same. I lean back, pressing my hands on his thick thigh muscles for support.
I open my eyes through the throes of my own pleasure. From this height, I drink in the details of his gorgeous face. The overhead lights leave harsh shadows on his face, accentuating his sculpted cheekbones and sharp jaw.
His face is glistening with my arousal, and he looks ravenous.
Ravenous for me.
Konstantin and I are equals. He wants me just as fiercely as I want him.
“Say that you love me,” I say .
He stops tongue fucking me just long enough to say, “I love you.” Before he curls his tongue inside me, touching me somewhere that no one else has ever reached—that no one else will ever reach.
Just like that, he pushes me over the edge.
Just like that, I’m falling.
My head empties of everything except for him, and I shriek Konstantin’s name as I fall to pieces against his mouth.