Chapter 18 #2
“And we wouldn’t want that. Would we?” I rolled my palm down her leg, tugging on her slipper. She purred in response so as a reward, I removed the other fluffy bootie, rubbing her foot.
“Mmm… No. All those enemies trying to kill you wouldn’t know how to deal with trying to assassinate a nice guy.”
I laughed and raised my fingers to her face, lightly brushing my finger back and forth until she visibly quivered.
Her touch was heated and as she rolled the shirt over my shoulders, her chest rose and fell.
Her nipples were already tight peaks, poking through the thin material of her PJs.
She managed to ease onto her knees, her fingers dancing along my skin as she controlled how quickly the shirt was pushed down my arms. Yet before she yanked the material away, she lifted one hand, caressing my jaw.
Her head tilted and she gingerly brushed the tip of her index finger around my lips before tracing the dimple in my chin.
She broke into a smile as if just discovering the feature often hidden beneath two or three days of beard stubble.
Very slowly, she lowered her head, darting the tip of her tongue into the shell of my ear.
“Be careful,” I muttered. “Plokhiye devochki budut nakhodit’sya pod kontrolem.” I couldn’t remember the last time when I’d spoken Russian. Not even to my brothers or sister. There was just no need. But with her, it felt more intimate.
“What did you say?”
“I’m not telling you.”
The little vixen had learned from my tactics. She bit my earlobe, even growling as if a wild animal.
“Okay. Okay. I surrender.”
Her smile was one of satisfaction.
“I said bad girls will be controlled. I will do whatever it takes to make that happen.”
“We shall see about that.” She took her time exploring my chest, also tracing lines on my tattoos. Her fascination was enthralling and it was impossible to take my eyes off her. As she pressed several kisses against my shoulder, her hair brushed across her face and I inhaled deeply.
My balls were now aching, my breathing hitching more than hers.
She finally jerked my arms free, holding up my shirt. “Looks like you need a new one.”
“A worthwhile sacrifice.” I shifted my gaze, watching as she slowly allowed the material to slip through her fingers. My patience was coming close to being blown.
I reached my other hand around her head, yanking out her ponytail holder. She instantly swished her long hair back and forth, pursing her lips just to taunt me more than before.
I slipped my hand around to the back of her neck, jerking her forward. “No more games, Halle.”
“Is that what I’m doing, playing a game?”
“Yes. One of enticement. You win. I’m very hungry.” I captured her mouth and as soon as I did, I could feel the heat becoming explosive between us. The taste of her was spectacular, so sweet, so inviting. She had a way of creating such a need my balls had ached the entire evening.
She pushed her tongue inside my mouth as if trying to take control. It would seem the wild and enchanting woman had no understanding I would never allow that to happen.
The kiss was passionate and raw, her hands rubbing up and down my chest, her long fingers kneading my muscles. I squeezed her neck, the action possessive, but that’s exactly the way I felt about her.
As if she’d belonged to me from her first act of defiance, the first toss of her head, and the first caustic words uttered from her lush lips. So I kissed her in a way that allowed for no mistake of my intentions.
She was mine.
As soon as I broke the intimate moment, I yanked back her head, exposing her long neck, and sucked on her bottom lip.
Every moan created even more need, now so intense my dick was pinched against my zipper. I tugged on her pajama top, lifting it even as I raked my teeth along her jaw.
Her eyelids were half closed, her breathing ragged. She brushed her hands down my chest to my belt, issuing a slight whimper as she fumbled to unfasten it.
“Not a chance, Captain.” I gently pushed her away, immediately ripping the pajama top over her head and tossing it aside.
“I don’t know if we should be doing this,” she muttered, her eyes glassy from the same heightened feeling of lust that was carving a place deep within my body.
“You started it. I’m going to finish it.” I pushed her down onto the couch, immediately slipping my fingers under the waistband of her bottoms. The look of mischief lingered on her face, her slightly swollen lips keeping my attention even as I tugged off her pajamas. “My fucking God.”
When she was lying completely naked in front of me, my tie caught my attention. With a slight laugh, I rose from the couch.
“Where are you going?”
“Who said I was going anywhere?” As soon as I snagged the piece of silk, she sighed. “Arms over your head.”
“What if I don’t?”
Leaning over, I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting until she arched her back, a single moan slipping past her lips. “Do what I say, Captain.”
She did, although not without lifting her head and allowing another fiery gaze in her eyes.
The end table was perfect for what I had in mind.
I wrapped her wrists tightly with the silk, constantly tossing her a quick and very dominating look.
After securing the tie to one table leg, I stood over her, admiring my work. “Maybe I’ll just leave you this way.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“When are you going to learn not to underestimate me?”
“I have a daughter!”
“Yes, you do.” Wearing a sly grin, I acted as if I was going to walk away.
Only that was impossible. While I’d enjoyed beautiful women for a very long time, I’d never felt the need to tease or take my time to do nothing more than enjoy in the passion shared.
Maybe that was because of my typical lack of patience or that I’d been selfish, longing to please myself.
Whatever the case, I was thoroughly enjoying myself while wanting nothing more than to please her.
She dug her heels into the couch, struggling in the bindings as she’d done at the hotel. Yet this time there was more trust in her eyes. Maybe that was more of a surprise than she wanted to admit. She had no reason to trust me, not given what she’d been through.
The fact she’d allowed me to share an evening with her meant more than she could know.
Yet right now, the niceties were tossed aside. Once I returned to the couch, I lifted and bent her legs, pressing both as wide open as the position on the couch would allow.
Bending over, I wrapped my arms around them, breathing across her already slickened mound. Every sound she made was a sweet yet slippery slide into surrendering to me. Whether she knew it or not.
I darted my tongue around her clit, keeping my eyes pinned on her.
Every move she made, every slight noise caused an instant reaction.
Now my balls were tight as drums. I dragged my tongue down the length of her pussy while inhaling her sweet scent.
Her fragrance was more intoxicating than the several glasses of wine.
She was still trembling. Still struggling. Her eyelids half closed. Her lips pursed.
And now, all I wanted to do was devour her. Inch by inch. I buried my face into her pussy, sliding my tongue deep into her tight channel.
Halle tossed her head to the side, taking gasping breaths. Still digging her heels into the upholstery even though I had a tight hold on her.
I rolled my thumb around her clit, taking my time to lick her slowly, taking in every drop of her sweet cream. She was already so wet, so hot that my tongue tingled. I shifted one hand, thrusting two fingers into her pussy.
Her moans were bedraggled, her skin now shimmering.
I could do nothing more than watch her expression change, savoring the light blush color slowly creeping up from her neck to her jaw.
I kept my concentration fully pinned on her as I flexed my fingers open, pumping several times.
She writhed, biting her lower lip to keep from making a sound.
I was insatiable, adding a third and fourth finger. She was so wet my fingers were soaked, her thighs stained from her juice. Now her scent was driving me wild.
My fingertips were digging into her tender skin, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She was lost in the moment of bliss, constantly licking her lips in the same rhythm I was licking her sweet pussy.
I thrust my fingers hard and fast then slowed so I was barely pumping. She did her best to arch her back, pulling at the tie until the knot I’d used tightened around her wrist. The way she threw a look at her bound hands was adorable. So full of venom.
She continued bucking against me, moaning softly when I slowed, gasping when I sped up.
I was relentless in teasing her, enjoying every moment of driving her wild.
The second I smacked my fingers against her pussy lips, every muscle tensed, her body responding instantly.
She was driven into the throes of a climax, barely able to keep from screaming.
I couldn’t get enough, licking every drop of her cream, my entire body aching from intense need.
One orgasm rolled into a second and soon she was lost in the moment, her head lolled to the side and her breathing coming in scattered pants. When she finally began to ease down from the clouds and opened her eyes, I noticed at least a hint of her rebellious side had returned.
“Don’t tease me,” she whispered.
“Or what?” I licked my lips, making the action exaggerated. That prompted her to roll her eyes.
“Or you’ll see what happens when you underestimate me.”
Laughing, I got off the couch, once again standing over her as if I would continue to taunt her if for no other reason than longing to push her buttons. But around her I constantly seemed to lose control.
At that point, I was too famished to wait any longer than necessary. I barely had my belt and trousers unfastened before I crawled on top. The ache in my cock was as intense as it had ever been. As I pressed the tip of my cock against her glistening folds, she wrapped one leg around my hips.
I’d promised myself I would be a tender lover, but that just wasn’t happening. I plunged the entire length inside, throwing my head back the moment her muscles clamped around my cock.
“Jesus.” She was even tighter than I remembered, her muscles able to pull me in even deeper. The way her pussy throbbed immediately pushed me to an edge. I craved every inch of the woman.
Any gentleness was tossed aside and soon I yanked her other leg around my hips. With both hands pressed against the sofa, I remained aloft, leaning over her so I could study her face. Her lips.
Her eyes.
Lowering my head, I kept my lips hovering over hers, both staring into each other’s eyes. There was something even stronger about the jolt of current running through my muscles and every vein. The tension brought a wave of adrenaline pulsing through me like rocket fuel.
There were so many vibrations that I was thrown, beads of sweat already tickling my forehead.
She was calm, teasing me by licking her lips, even darting out her tongue just enough the tip was mere centimeters away. Yet she never allowed herself to lick me. As if she was in control. As if she had any chance of dominating me.
My laugh was subtle, but enough she shuddered. I pulled out until my cockhead was barely inside, driving into her with enough force she groaned. I repeated the brutal action several times until she was breathless, never blinking.
She was still glistening, her skin shimmering in the warm glow of light. She was mesmerizing, but my hunger was beginning to cloud my vision. I fucked her long and hard, refusing to stop even as she moaned and writhed under me.
There was nothing quite like the feel of my weight crushing down on hers. She arched her back, doing what she could to meet every brutal thrust. But it was impossible. I was too rough for her, too intent on fucking and filling her.
“I need to fill you with my cum. Maybe I’ll paint you with it.” A single bead of sweat slipped down my nose, dropping ever so slowly to her cheek. As it rolled toward her soft lips, she smiled in the subtle yet powerful way that kept me in a slight trance.
“You can try.” Her words were soft, barely whispered and entirely too seductive.
As soon as the bead of sweat slipped to the center of her lips, her tongue darted out again only this time, I took advantage of the moment. I captured her lips, holding them slightly open as I breathed into her mouth.
She didn’t fight me. In fact, she wasn’t moving at all. Yet I could feel the rapid thudding of her heart. Maybe from excitement. Maybe from anxiety. Yet I could tell by the way her body responded to mine that she didn’t want this to end.
As the kiss continued, she moaned into my mouth and she began to tremble even more violently. I pumped harder, never breaking the connection of our lips even as she panted.
As another orgasm swept through her, I slowed my actions, taking my time to fill her completely. Her muscles constricted, her knees tightening against me. She was as lost in the moment we were sharing as I was.
Only when her legs relaxed did I fuck her even more savagely, easing up so we could both catch our breath. Her look was now one of determination and I instantly knew what she was trying to do.
Other than just drive me crazy.
She squeezed her muscles to the point every inch of my body spasmed. “You are so bad,” I managed.
“What did I tell you?”
I closed my eyes, now the one gasping for breath as my balls swelled. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back any longer.
As my cock continued to throb and I began to lose control, I realized she’d managed to untie herself when I felt a tightness around my neck. I’ll be damned the little vixen had managed to wrap the tie around my throat, tugging with both hands as she smiled like the wild child I knew her to be.
This wasn’t the time to react. I was in too much agony.
“Fuck.” Even though I tried to keep my voice low, the rumble was distinct. The rush was incredible, my body spasming as I filled her with my seed. She twisted her hands, tightening the noose and even while I was still throbbing, she began to pull me down. What the hell? I didn’t fight her on it.
There was plenty of time to ensure she knew who was in charge.
With our lips barely touching, she rolled one hand over my shoulder. And for a few precious seconds, nothing else in the world mattered.
No enemies trying to kill me.
No thoughts on further retaliation.
No family business.
No other concerns in the world.
Just the two of us.