Chapter 25 Ruslan
RUSLAN
Ivy’s whimpers and moans rise from the phone on the counter next to me while I brew my coffee, my attention glued to her.
Asking her to trust me was a big step, but if I have any chance of keeping her with me, and alive, then she needs to commit.
Sure, I could have taken her out for a hike and manufactured some crazy scenarios where she’d have no choice but to trust me, but this is better.
This is her giving herself over to me in a way she enjoys, trusting me and yet still maintaining some control for herself.
The coffee brews quietly and I lean on the counter, watching as she writhes back and forth on the bed and yelps. Her bindings remain in place and the toy is a constant between her legs.
Will she be able to restrain herself? Or will she fail and give herself over to the pleasure?
“Ruslan?”
The sudden, deep, booming voice of Bradley makes me jump, and I quickly mute my phone, redirecting the audio to my earpiece so I can still hear Ivy if she uses her safe word.
“Bradley?” I turn and flash him a surprised smile that immediately melts into concern at his black eye. “Shit, what happened? When did you get back?”
Bradley, as ever, makes the kitchen feel ten times smaller as he walks inside and dumps his bag on the island counter. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“I would.”
He shakes his head and heads straight for the fridge, pulling out a beer that he opens with the twist of his wrist. Three gulps later and the bottle is almost empty.
Bradley is a tall, broad-shouldered man with a muscular physique.
I can’t imagine anyone getting close enough to give him a black eye.
No one with any sense would punch the King.
“So…” Bradley grunts and sits down on one of the stools next to the island counter.
“I came out of the airport and Frank called me. Told me he’s stuck in traffic.
I think to myself, shit. Do I want to wait for him or do I want to go home?
” He takes another swing of his beer. “I want to come home so I hail a cab, but as one pulls up in front of me, this woman with more rings and bracelets than I’ve ever seen in my life throws her hand up to hail a cab just as I’m leaning down to open the door. ”
It takes every ounce of strength I have to contain my laughter. “No shit.”
“Yes shit,” he groans, closing his bruised eye. “She hit me with what felt like a sack of metal.”
A snort of amusement escapes my restraint. “You got punched by a woman in jewelry.”
“Don’t you fucking laugh.” He points one thick finger at me and silence falls for a split second, then his angry face cracks and warmth melts across his expression as he chuckles. “I’ll be seeing stars for days.”
“You should get that checked.” I chuckle as I sit next to him. “Make sure nothing got scratched. Losing your eye would be the final nail in the intimidation coffin.”
“Right?” He tilts his head. “I could rock an eye patch.”
“But come up with a better story.”
“Wrestling a tiger.”
“Fist fighting a boar and its tusks just—” I pop my lips together.
Bradley laughs deeply and sighs. “It’s good to be home.”
“How was it?” I don’t want to pry since everything necessary will be included in his report, but Bradley’s visibly exhausted.
“I hate lawyers. You would think that given our status, when I tell someone to do something, they would do it without question. But no, we have to maintain the balance and make sure all sides are happy, that the media runs the right story and the right people are locked up for the right amount of time. They talk in circles and then end up doing what I suggest in the first place.” He shakes his head.
“But… we’re down two gun-running routes.
Trouble with the Cartel, and they don’t recognize us as any kind of authority. ”
“There’s always one,” I mutter. “Are they going to be an issue?”
Bradley drains his bottle and sighs. “Probably. But it’s out of our hands now. I made sure no one was slaughtered and their targets are fixed on the Cartel now. If they don’t recognize our power, then they don’t get our help, either.”
“It’s only fair.”
“Exactly. What about here?” Bradley lifts his tired eyes to me. “How’s things with the girl from the plane?”
“We have some leads.”
“You think it’s big?”
“Big enough that the Russians keep lying through their teeth.”
“Keep me updated.”
“I will.” Moving from my stool, I pour the coffee from the machine but rather than drinking it, I place it in front of Bradley. I know him well enough to know he isn’t going to sleep.
“You seem different.” Bradley studies me, his eyes hot on the back of my neck while I pour some water.
“Bad different?”
He shrugs when I turn to look at him. “Lighter,” is all he says.
I wave him off, bid him goodnight, and head back down the hallways to my room.
Thankfully, my loose joggers hid how achingly hard my cock is, given Ivy’s been moaning in my ear for the majority of that conversation.
Now that Bradley’s back and the entire Suit is back under one roof, it feels like home again.
Inside my room, I close the door and lock it.
Ivy doesn’t seem to have heard me so I approach the bed slowly and watch.
Her skin glimmers from sweat in the low light, her rosy nipples are red and stiff, and so clearly eager for a touch.
The stimulating gel has done wonders. Her hips rock back and forth, fighting to get away from the toy that remains strapped to her thigh, and despite its low setting, it offers her no respite.
“Ivy?”
“Ruslan?” She flinches with a gasp, her entire body rolling toward the sound of my voice.
“Did you come?”
“No,” she gasps wetly. “I swear. I swear I didn’t. I didn’t!”
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
“No!” She sounds utterly distressed at the prospect. “I didn’t!”
Judging by everything I heard in my ear while I was away, she didn’t come, but she must be close.
A crimson flush sweeps down from her throat to her breasts and my cock throbs at the sight.
The hardest part of this has been keeping my hands to myself.
She smells of sex and sin, she’s gorgeous, and her body is stimulated to its limits and so ready for me.
Resisting is my test.
Slowly leaning down, I run my fingertips over her damp nipples where some of the gel still lingers. She yelps and arches into my touch, chasing my caress with a roll of her body.
“Please,” Ivy gasps. “Please, I-I can’t take much more. I can’t. Please! Please touch me. Touch me or fuck me or something, just please, I can’t stand this. I can’t!”
“Are you giving up? Do you not trust me to take care of you?”
Ivy chokes on her next words, shaking her head back and forth. “I trust you! I-I do!”
“Good. Then show me.”
Untying Ivy’s wrists, I move her around the bed until she’s further down and more comfortable, then I bind her wrists together at the small of her back.
As she lies back down, I strip and situate over her chest. Ivy’s blindfolded, flushed face gazes up at me, unseeing, and melts into ecstasy when I grasp her tits with both hands and tweak her nipples.
It’s a wonder she doesn’t come immediately.
Sliding my cock between her soft, hot tits, I massage her nipples while bringing her breasts close together to caress my cock.
Ivy writhes like she has no control, weeping and begging each time I run my thumbs over her stimulated nipples.
As I start to fuck through the valley of her breasts, her begging grows higher and higher before dissolving into wordless moans and pants.
She’s incredibly reactive to every tweak of her nipples, every touch and caress.
Music to my ears as my hours of watching her result in one of the fastest orgasms of my life.
Just as I’m on the cusp, I abandon her tits and rise onto my knees, taking my aching cock in hand. “Open your mouth,” I gasp.
She does, and just in time. My orgasm hits a second later just as I rest the crown of my cock on the swell of her lower lip.
Ropes of white jolt from me as I come with a sharp cry, filling her mouth with pulse after pulse.
Despite her surprise, Ivy swallows immediately and as each pulse of cum slows, she lifts her head and wraps her lips around the crown of my cock.
The moment she sucks, my eyes roll back and heat coils through my abdomen. She sucks until I’m utterly spent and with some gentle coaxing, she unlatches from my cock and sinks back down onto the bed.
“Good girl.”
Ivy whimpers, tears soaking into her makeshift blindfold. “I’m good,” she gasps, her voice a harsh whisper. “I’m so good.”
“Yes, you are.”
I spend the next hour pushing her to her limit.
The toy between her legs remains fixed as I massage her breasts, kiss and lick the remaining gel from her nipples, massage her trembling thighs, and bring myself to another orgasm by fucking between her silken thighs.
It’s her punishment for running away, for making me worry and risking her life with thoughtless action.
By the time I’m satisfied, Ivy’s a whimpering, quivering, overheated mess and I grant her the reward she’s thoroughly earned.
Freeing her ankles from her bindings, I pull the toy free and move Ivy into my lap.
Untying her wrists, I keep the blindfold on as I kiss her and thrust my aching cock inside her scorching hot pussy in one smooth thrust.
She screams and orgasms instantly, her hands clawing at my back and her body trembling as if she’s about to shake apart in my arms.
I don’t stop there.
Laying her down on the bed, I fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her with all my might and watching as overwhelming pleasure consumes her.
She leaves trails of fire across my shoulders from her nails, tries to kiss me but ends up a whimpering, wordless mess as I fuck her.
Her tits bounce, her hair splays around her head like a golden halo, and she loses all strength to hold onto me as I fuck her closer and closer to another orgasm.
She’s so wet and so completely stimulated that I slip out of her once, so I hook my arm under her knee and lift her leg up to adjust my angle and pound down into her, molding her cunt to my cock.
Her next orgasm takes her breath away. Ivy’s mouth lies open, her breath catches in her throat, and her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard that I almost can’t thrust inside her.
It’s like she never wants me to leave, and I never want to.
Three thrusts later, the spasming of her pussy brings me right over the edge and I spill inside her gorgeous, hot body.
Pulse after hot pulse, gasp after gasp, and a mingling chorus of moans fills the room.
Then I collapse down next to her, panting harshly from the work while she lies there, boneless. Very slowly, Ivy turns her head toward me as I lift the blindfold to see her gazing at me while she pants.
“That,” she gasps softly. “Was the best orgasm of my fucking life. Holy shit.”