Chapter 18 Demitri
DEMITRI
This girl. That is all I have to say right now.
Her attitude is both the most infuriating, as-well-as the hottest thing I have ever seen.
I need to talk to her about how she feels about punishments.
Based on the reaction after I threatened her ass, I would say she’s at least interested.
Her freckled cheeks lit up like Rudolph’s damn nose, bright fucking red.
I would love nothing more than to throw her over my knee and spank her ass until it shines as bright as her blushed cheeks.
Unfortunately for my twitchy palm and dick, we don’t have time for punishments.
I need to get her ready, and we need to get situated on the roof.
Her captain will be over to check on us in like an hour.
“Hutch, quit petting the damn pussy, please. I need a little help getting us out of this damn apartment before we are late.” I know I am snippier than normal, but they kept asking for one more drink or dance last night, and I am exhausted.
I see her backpack from yesterday on the floor next to the door and carry it over to him.
I scoop the black cat out of his lap, give him a little love before setting him on his cat tower.
“Make sure this is still packed, and I’ll rummage in her pantry to see what snacks she has we can pack for her. ”
“Yes, Boss.” He has a snarky look on his face and I just roll my eyes and go check on her in the bathroom.
“Baby,” I soften my tone. “Is there anything for sure you need to put into your backpack? I am having Hutch get it around for you.”
“Get out of my bathroom, Demitri!” She screams back at me like I didn’t just see her naked 20 minutes ago when I got here.
“I don’t have the energy to verbally spar with you, Beautiful. I am just trying to make sure we have everything we need so we can head out as soon as you are ready.” I drag my hand down my face, knowing that today is going to be an interesting day.
I step out of the bathroom and take in her bedroom. It is simple, a dark red and gray theme evident. She has what appears to be a queen bed, the comforter looks soft and cozy, in a deep charcoal gray color with a blood red design swirling throughout it.
I walk back out to the living room where I am greeted with her cat rubbing up against me looking for some attention. “Hey buddy, what is your name?”
I bend down to give him some scratches and realize his food bowl is empty.
I go find his food in the pantry and make sure to fill the dish.
Can’t have our new friend hungry. As I am filling up his water dish with fresh tap water, Nyx comes out of her bedroom, finishing up the long braid hanging over her shoulder.
“Look, Dee, our own Katniss Everdeen!” Hutch references what has to be one of those damn girl books he reads. This guy reads romance novels of all kinds, swears it’s good for getting girls and it teaches him things. I don’t know what a book has to do with any of it, but sure.
“Ya sure, man, whatever you say.” I just blow the comment off but look over at Nyx.
She is staring at him with a shocked look on her face.
Obviously, she is a reader. Her apartment is full of books of all varieties, if the covers are anything to go by.
“You ready to go, Little Fox? Cap is going to check on us in like half an hour.”
“Ya. Let me double-check my bag.” She walks over to her backpack that Hutch placed on the couch. She digs around for a second, checking she has everything. “Looks like everything is here. Am I allowed to make a cup of coffee? I need my lifeblood to function.”
“Yes, baby girl. How do you want it? I will make you a cup.” I head towards the kitchen and grab a travel mug out of the cupboard.
“Just some of the creamer from the fridge, please.” She grabs her tennis shoes out of the closet by the door and laces them up. Throwing on a black and gray flannel over her black t-shirt. She will have to put her vest on when we get there.
“Here you go, Little Fox. Are you ready to go?” She nods her head, while I sling her bag over my shoulder and make my way to the door.
I wrap my hands around her waist before she goes through the door, and I lean down to whisper in her ear.
“I haven’t forgotten about your mouth, Little Fox.
I just want to talk about some ground rules before I give you your punishment. ”
I feel her shiver in my hold. While she may not know what she is, she is my Brat, and I love that for us. I release my hold on her and we leave the apartment and head down to the truck.
We have been sitting on this roof, keeping an eye over things for a few hours now.
The gates of Comerica Park open and the floods of people swarm the stadium.
If we win this game, we are moving on to the American League Championship game.
The air here is fucking electric with all the excitement and optimism.
Nyx looks just moments from falling asleep. She is perched up on the wall of this building. Looking like a wet damn dream. Her long braid still draped over her shoulder, she’s taken her flannel and flak jacket off, just chilling in the sunshine.
I walk over to her, leaving Hutch to keep an eye on everything for a second.
“Do you need a sunscreen reapply? We don’t need you getting burnt out here.
” She rifles around in her bag, grabbing the can of Sun Bum and hands it to me.
“Let's go over here in the shade.” I grab her hand and lead her over to where we had our first kiss yesterday.
“You couldn’t put sunscreen on my back while we were over there?” God damn that mouth of hers.
“I definitely could, but then my hands can’t wander.” I give her a crooked smirk, feeling my blood rush south.
I click open the sunscreen can and start spraying down her neck and arms. She shivers with the first hit of the cool mist. I make sure to take my time rubbing the liquid into her fair skin.
My fingers linger along the exposed flesh.
I feel her take a deep breath, and the tension falls out of her as her head falls back to lean against my chest.
“Mmmm, that feels so good, Demitri.” She practically moans out.
Thank God for my height. I can look easily over her shoulder to follow my hand down her chest. I slip my right hand down the top of her shirt.
I don’t want to expose her completely. Well, at least not yet.
A chorus of moans and whimpers leave her body while my fingers continue to tease her.
While my right hand is busy, dipping in and out of her top, my left hand traces a slow path across the skin peeking out the top of her leggings. Relishing in the softness of her flesh. God, I need a taste of her.
My cock is officially throbbing in my cargo pants.
I need to adjust myself, but I don’t want to take my hands off the goddess in front of me.
My hips grind into her back, letting her feel just how hard I am for her.
“Do you feel that, Little Fox? Can you see what just touching your soft skin does to me?”
“Mmhmm.” She moans out a low answer. I almost didn’t hear her over the roar of the crowd, completely oblivious to what I am doing to her.
“Shall I play with your peaked nipples, I can see through your little tease of a bra?” I say with my lips brushing lightly over the shell of her ear.
“Oh, God. How can you do this without even touching the important bits?” She tries to giggle, but right as she finishes her question, my thumb and forefinger find her hard nipple and tweak it slightly. “Oh, Fuck!”
”Little Fox, I love the sounds you make, but I need you to save those for us two.
” I continue to play with her nipple for a moment before I spin her around and back her up against the wall.
I use my other hand to lift her chin, and I lower my head to meet her lips.
This kiss is more urgent than our first. We are all teeth, tongue, and desperation.
Her hands lazily wander down my body before they find the belt buckle at my waist. She starts to fumble with it, trying to get access to my hard length.
“Good girls get to play at their own pace. Brats get face-fucked.” I release my hold on her and take a step back.
Both of my hands on her shoulders, I press down gently, not wanting to shove her to the ground. “Be a good girl and kneel for me.”
She shakily lowers to her knees, while I see her rubbing her thighs together to get friction where she needs it the most. “Good girl, but all of your pleasure belongs to me right now. Keep your thighs apart and your hands on me.” I lead her hands up and place them loosely on my hips.
I unbuckle my belt and unfasten the button, shimming my black cargo pants and boxers down at the same time.
They fall to a pile around my combat boots, old habits die hard.
My cock pops free from its restraint and slaps my abs.
Her eyes go wide for a split second before she reaches for my length with her petite hand. I swat it away.
“What did I say about your hands? They are to stay right where I put them. If I want your soft hands anywhere, I will place them there.” She gasps and quickly places her hands right where I put them.
“That is my good Little Fox. Open up.” She nods with a hungry look on her face. Let’s see how rough my girl likes it.