Chapter 2
Claudia
I wake slowly, cocooned in warmth and the heavy weight of an arm draped across my waist. Sunlight filters through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the room that still carries the faint scent of last night's activities. My body feels deliciously used, a pleasant ache between my thighs and along my muscles reminding me of everything that happened. I’m in Rovin's bed. I’m his.
For six years I wanted this. Six years of watching him at galas and fundraisers, of imagining his hands on my skin while I touched myself alone in my room.
Six years of dreaming about the kind of power and permanence only a man like him could give me.
Now it is real. I belong to him completely, and the knowledge settles warm and deep inside me.
I turn my head carefully. Rovin lies beside me, his face relaxed in sleep in a way I have never seen before.
His dark hair is mussed, his broad chest rising and falling with steady breaths.
The sheets pool low around his hips, exposing the hard planes of his torso and the trail of dark hair leading downward.
Heat blooms low in my belly as I remember how he felt inside me, stretching me, claiming me.
My fingers itch to touch him. I trail them lightly over his shoulder, tracing the lines of muscle there.
He stirs. Emboldened, I shift closer until my breasts press against his side.
The sheet slips away from my body as I move, and the cool air makes my nipples tighten.
I press a soft kiss to his collarbone, then another lower, tasting the salt of his skin.
Rovin's hand tightens on my waist. His eyes open, dark and immediately focused on me. "Claudia," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and desire.
"I waited so long for you," I whisper against his chest. "Every night for six years I thought about this. About waking up next to you. About feeling you like this." My hand slides beneath the sheet and I find exactly what I’m looking for. His hard, hot length, ready for me.
He rolls toward me in one fluid motion, pinning me beneath him. His weight feels perfect, grounding and possessive. I part my thighs instinctively, welcoming him as his cock bumps against my core.
"Tell me more," he says, his mouth brushing my ear. "Tell me what you imagined."
I arch up into him, gasping as his hand cups my breast and his thumb circles my nipple.
"I imagined you taking me in your bed, on the floor, against a wall, on a table. Everywhere. Claiming every part of me in every way. I touched myself thinking about your mouth on me, your hands holding me down while you fucked me more and more because you couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t get enough of you. "
His groan vibrates through his chest. He kisses me deeply, his tongue stroking mine with deliberate hunger.
"You’re mine now," he says against my lips. "No more waiting."
He begins to trail his lips over my jaw, down my neck and onto my collar bone. “Do you always get what you want?” he asks, rolling my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, sending little zaps of pleasure throughout me.
“I suppose,” I say. “But I work hard to get it. You were always just a fantasy. Someone I thought would never be within my reach.”
He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, my back bows off the bed. His cock leaves a sticky, wet, trail of precum over my thigh where it touches.
“So why didn’t you have other relationships?” he asks. “Why did you keep this perfect pussy neglected of what it deserves?”
He drags his hand from my breast after giving it one last squeeze and strokes his hand down to cup my core. My pelvis lifts into his grip, begging for his touch.
“I knew they’d never measure up to what you could give me.”
His pupils dilate, making his eyes look black.
“I wasn’t going to waste my time with men who didn’t know what they were doing, and who I couldn’t make myself feel attracted to.”
Rovin leans back onto his knees and looks at me. My skin is flushed and damp, my hair is probably a mess. My legs are parted, revealing my arousal.
“Touch yourself,” he says. “Show me how you made yourself come while thinking of me. Tell me what you imagined.”
Embarrassment creeps over my cheeks now, but he isn’t looking at my face, so I slip my hand to my pussy and begin with soft, light touches to my lips.
I take a deep breath and settle into the pillows.
“Remember the Gala last June?” I ask. “You didn’t see me, but I was there, wearing a green Valentino that I wore just for you.
” His eyebrows flash at that. At knowing I was dressing for him, even though he never knew I was there.
Had likely forgotten I existed after barely even an introduction 5 years prior.
I sip my fingers lightly into my entrance and spread my arousal around.
“You were wearing that season’s Tom Ford and looked like you could rule the world with a snap of your fingers.
” I bring my other hand to my mouth and lick my fingers before teasing my nipple.
Rovin groans and pumps his heavy cock slowly. Squeezing out a large drop of precum.
“There was a stage,” I add, and he nods, remembering. “With these big, heavy curtains.” I slide my fingers up to my clit now and begin rubbing little circles there. “I imagined us behind them, me holding on to them while you took me from behind.”
He looks feral between my legs, pumping his cock and licking his lips as he watches me.
“I wanted you to fill me so full of your cum that it would leak out of me all through the rest of the night. Coat my thighs, ruin my dress. I wanted to be ruined by you.” My voice hitches on the last part, my fingers working a little faster.
“I snuck back there,” I confess. I’ve never told a soul about what I did that night.
How the sight of him drove me to absolute distraction.
“I was quick about it, and had my eyes on you the whole time.”
He groans, his mouth goes slack and his eyes go heavy, but he still pumps his cock slowly, not wanting to beat me to the end.
“I wanted you to see me, see how wild you make me, how the thought of you drove me crazy and made me do crazy things.” I’m moving my fingers faster now, knowing I won’t last much longer with him watching me like this, with seeing him like this.
“I wanted your cock so badly I had to bite down on my hand to stop from screaming when I came.”
That snaps the last thread of control inside him and he plunges his thick cock into my desperate pussy, grabbing both of my thighs to pull me against him. His cock throbs inside me, his eyes watching my fingers.
“Fuck, Claudia, you aren’t what I expected,” he says through gritted teeth.
He draws out half way and thrusts back into me as I feel my muscles tightening.
The sound he makes is the exact sound of a man holding on to control with everything he has, and it slipping from his grip anyway.
“Your pussy is going to take every drop of my hot cum.” His breathing is coming in ragged pants of desperation now, and I can’t hold out.
Seeing him on the edge of sanity like this because of me, because of how much I want him, undoes what’s left of my own control.
He pulls out half way once more, and this time, when he slams home, I break apart in the best way. It starts with a heat that blooms from my clit, I press my fingers either side of it, increasing the pressure as the warmth floods the rest of me and my body begins to jerk on his thick cock.
My muscles quiver, all of them at once, and Rovin’s breathing is punctuated now by desperate sounds of restraint.
Then the waves start. Pulse after pulse as my pussy drags at his cock, milking him. He breaks with a cry that’s half a victorious roar and half a shocked gasp as he fills me, keeping his eyes trained on the space where we’re connected.
As my orgasm subsides I lift myself onto my elbows so I can see too.
His cum is frothing around the base of his cock, his abs tightening with every spurt he releases inside me. I count five before the last, shuddering, ripple moves through him and he drops forward, catching himself on his hands beside my shoulders, his arms straight.
The space between us lets me see every part of him. His thick neck, broad shoulders, the goosebumps chasing over his chest as he drags in air.
“Stay like this,” he says. “Stay full of me.”
I nod, bringing my hands up to his arms. His cock twitches inside me, making me whimper with sensitivity.
His eyes come to mine.
“I did see you,” he says, pressing his pelvis against mine and closing his eyes briefly at the pleasure he finds in it. “I saw you at every gala, every function, every dinner.” Another press of his pelvis. “If I knew how you felt, I would have obliged. But since we aren’t there now…”
He rears back, pulling me with him. I instinctively wrap my legs around him and he maneuvers back off the bed and walks us to the window, lowering me to the floor.
“Turn around,” he says as he slides from my dripping cunt. I quickly do as I’m asked. “Hold on,” he whispers against my neck before leaning back to line himself up.
When he enters me this time, it’s not gentle or slow. It’s one, deep, almost violent thrust that has me lurching towards the window and holding onto his curtains harder.
“Is this what you imagined?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me and cupping my tits.
“Yes,” I almost scream. I rip the curtains apart in each hand, holding onto the edges as he fucks me like a beast.
“You wanted to see how wild you could make me?” He demands as I bend forward, trying to get the angle my body knows it needs. “Ah,” he says. “You didn’t just want to make me wild. You wanted the whole world to see me claim you.”
“Yes,” I say again, but it’s more of a plea this time. Because it’s true. I want the whole world to know that Rovin Mostovoi is mine and only mine. And I’m his.
“Picture it,” he grunts, “The stage, the people, all watching while I fuck you full right in front of them, showing them all who owns you.”
On a moan, I reach between my thighs and find his balls, emptied only moments ago. They are tight and heavy in my hand.
“You think I can’t fill you again? You think I don’t have it in me to fuck you so full of my cum it’ll take?”
“I know you can,” I manage between his thrusts as I bring my hand back to the curtain and hold on for all that is holy. “Show me, Rovin,” I beg. “Fuck me full of you.”
His rhythm picks up and he drops one hand from my tits to my pussy, pressing it against my mound, his fingers searching and finding my clit as I use the curtains for leverage, pulling myself off his cock in time with his thrusts.
"Yes," I breathe. "Just like this. I have wanted this for so long."
My body tightens around him, and he growls, picking up speed.
I shatter around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me. He follows moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside me with a low groan that sends fresh shivers down my spine.