VI
Surrender
"You doing okay, honey?" Dad whispered while we sat at the dinner table. "You've been unusually silent since dinner started."
He knew that in most situations I couldn't shut up. But this was not most situations. Viktor sat across from me at the table, Lucas at his side. He ate his food and drank his glass of whiskey like he hadn't finger-fucked me in his car on the side of the road mere hours ago. He acted like I didn't exist at all. I guess that wasn't much different from how he treated me any other time.
But now and again I could feel his eyes on me. When I looked up at him, he was staring intently at Lucas, seemingly hung on his every word. The ticking in his jaw, and the way his eyes looked straight through my cousin, told me he wasn't listening to him at all, however.
I dragged my eyes away from the plate of food I had been staring at, looking up at my father. His face was blank, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes. I was an adult and he still cared about me. I smiled softly at Dad, his concern easing my nerves.
"I'm fine, dad. Just a little tired." It wasn't entirely a lie, but it also wasn't the truth. "It'll be an early night tonight." Just so I can avoid Viktor.
Worry lined his eyes, but he didn't push the subject. Dad rejoined the conversation, commenting on my uncle's back and how it was old age that took him out.
"I'm not dead yet," Uncle Andy laughed. "Just impatient."
"Oh, I see. I wasn't moving the table fast enough so you decided to tweak your back to make a statement!" Dad joined in on his brother's laughter.
Everyone was enjoying their food and the simple chatter, but I could do nothing but stare at the back of my hands. Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Don't... Ah, fuck it. I lifted my eyes as casually as possible, but as they flicked to him, he was staring right back at me as if he had expected it.
"Goodnight!" I stood so fast I knocked my cutlery to the ground, the loud clang even louder when everyone paused to stare at me.
"Already?" Mom asked. "You haven't finished your dinner."
I looked down at my plate, realizing I had barely had a mouthful. "I know, I'm not hungry." I turned pleading eyes to my aunt. "I'm sorry, Aunt Olivia. It was delicious, truly. I just need to get some sleep before I pass out on top of my plate."
She smiled sweetly. "It’s fine, Callie. If you get up in the middle of the night hungry, there will be plenty of leftovers."
"Are you coming down with something?" Mom came to my side, resting her hand on my forehead. "You don't have a fever."
"I didn't have a good sleep." I stepped back, but she kept a firm grip on my elbow as if I needed her help to keep me upright. "Mom, I'm fine."
I could feel his eyes on me as I struggled out of my mom's grip, which only spurred me on. Pulling from her hold, I walked from the room, waiting until I didn't have an audience before I ran up the stairs and to my room.
After a quick shower to clear my mind and wash off the car incident, I fell into bed, bundled under a thick mound of covers. I drifted off, but the reprieve did not last long...
My skin tingled from the cold air that brushed my arms like kisses as my blanket was slowly pulled from my body. I groaned, awoken by my arms being softly pinned above my head, and my hair being pushed back from my face. I would have been terrified if I hadn't smelt him first, or sensed his dark presence towering over me as he knelt beside my bed.
"I didn't expect you to sleep in flannelette pajamas, but then I remembered you in those ridiculous sweaters."
I opened one eye, squinting up at him. "Being warm is in no way ridiculous."
Viktor's grip on my wrists tightened. "You've got such a smart mouth, little kitten," he growled in my ear. "I can think of better things to do with that mouth." He captured my chin in his free hand, planting his lips on mine for a quick kiss, before squeezing my cheeks and forcing my mouth open with a near-painful grip. "You're going to take the full length of me in your mouth, and if you gag, little kitten, you'll be punished."
My eyes watered as I stared up at him, my blood pumping loudly in my ears.
"Would you like that?" he urged. "For my cock to touch the back of your throat while I cum on your tongue?"
He loosened his grip and I nodded too enthusiastically, lashing my tongue along my bottom lip. Fuck, get a grip...I've never been so goddamn turned on, though… “Yes.”
Viktor paused, the hardness in his eyes falling momentarily. “I like it rough, Callie. I like to be in control and take what I want. But if at any time you don’t like it, if I’m being too rough, if I scare you, say stop and I stop.” He placed his free hand on my cheek, running his thumb over my skin in a gentle caress. “Hell, if you just want to stop because you can, tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”
I peered up at him from under my lashes, letting his words register. He liked it rough. I had never had rough sex before, but the thought of it had my core tightening.
“Tell me you understand,” he rasped. “Say that you consent or tell me to get the fuck out of your room.” His hand stilled. “I won’t be mad if you ask me to leave.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, stilling my heart. When I opened them, I set my brows in determination. “I understand.” I licked my lips. “And I want it.”
"Good." He released my wrists. "Now, get out of bed like a good kitten."
I scrambled from the bed, my legs tangling in the sheets. Rushing to the floor, I stood in the center of the room, watching Viktor from under my lashes. He stood so close to me I could feel his heat through my pajamas.
"Good." He ran a gentle finger along my jaw, his piercing eyes stealing my breath. "Kneel."
I knelt without hesitation, the plush rug soft beneath my knees as I stared up at him, supplicant at his feet.
"Good, little kitten." He fisted my pajama shirt, tearing the buttons down the middle in one swift motion. I opened my mouth to protest. I love my Christmas PJs, don’t wreck them! "Don't say a word unless I address you, and when you answer me you call me sir, do you understand?"
"Yes," I breathed.
Viktor grabbed my right nipple and squeezed hard, eliciting a squeak from me. "Yes, what?"
I hissed through my teeth. "Yes, sir ."
He nodded, his eyes scanning my chest. Reaching down, he grabbed my right hand and pushed my palm against my right breast, then did it with my other hand. "Hold your tits, little kitten, and do not drop your hands." He unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his legs to pool at his feet. "If you remove your hands from your tits without my permission, I will punish you."
I nodded, tightening my hold on my breasts as my palms began to sweat.
Viktor grabbed my jaw, squeezing tightly. "Do you understand ?" He asked again.
My chest rose as I sucked in a breath. "Yes, s-sir."
He paused, his eyes scanning my face. Don't stop now. I rubbed my palms over my nipples, moaning softly to emphasize my desires. Darkness filled his eyes as the pupils dilated to nearly envelop the irises. That darkness seemed to spread, shadows obscuring his face as he looked down at me from under his strong brows. Viktor stepped out from his jeans, kicking them to the side of my guest room.
On my knees my eyes were almost level with his manhood, his giant erection inches from my face. He didn't waste time removing his boxer briefs, discarding them beside his pants. His cock was large, threaded with veins. His hair was groomed, hiding none of his length or girth. I breathed slowly, taking in his manly scent.
Viktor grasped his cock, pumping it once. Pre-cum dripped from his swollen head. He ran his thumb over the bead, holding it to my eyes. "Open your mouth."
I opened my mouth, my lips trembling Viktor slid his thumb into my mouth, rubbing the sweet pre-cum on my tongue. I closed my mouth around his thumb, lapping the taste of his seed. Viktor pulled his thumb out, wiping it over my bottom lip as if wiping away something that wasn't there.
"Open your mouth," he repeated, pumping his dick again.
I licked my lips, opening them wide in invitation. The moment my lips parted he thrust inside my mouth, stopping before he hit the back of my throat. He stilled when I gagged at the invasion. "Relax your throat." A demand.
Viktor waited for me the muscles in my throat to ease before he tangled his fingers in my hair, holding my head in a near-painful grip. He moved his hips slowly at first, as I ran my tongue around his cock. His fingers flexed, the only warning I had before he thrust hard and fast, pulling gagging and slurping noises from my mouth as he buried himself until my lips felt his pubes on my lips. I breathed through my nose, closing my eyes as they began to water. His grip in my hair kept me still as the head of his cock brushed my throat. I took all of him, wild to feel his control, to feel all that he gave me. I had never felt so utterly turned on as he fucked my mouth, taking his pleasure from him.
His cock throbbed in my mouth, somehow growing and swelling more, stretching my mouth. Without thought, I dropped my hands, grabbing his thighs to gain some purchase. My legs shook from the effort it took to keep myself up during this onslaught.
"Naughty, little kitten," Viktor tsked. "I warned you."
Viktor angled my head by tugging my hair, forcing himself even deeper into my throat. When he could physically go no further he stopped, his cock so deep I couldn't breathe. I gagged around him, my tongue struggling to push him out, tears falling down my cheeks. When I thought I would throw up he pulled back, relaxing his hold on my hair slightly.
"Hands on your tits, little kitten," he rasped. When I complied, he began thrusting again, hard and rushed. I could feel dampness building inside my pajama pants, brought on by the control he held over me. My tears blinded me, my throat burned, but my hands shook from the effort it took not to thrust my fingers into my own waistband.
Viktor pulled his cock from my mouth with a loud pop, standing before me with his hard length pointing toward his belly button. "Get up," he demanded.
I stood, my legs shaking from the effort. My knees ached. I coughed, swallowing in big gulps of air.
"Get on your hands and knees on the end of the bed."
Positioning myself as he demanded, I awaited his next command, but he paused. "Remember, say stop at any time and I will stop, Callie."
I nodded, my toes curling at his soft voice, softer than I had heard it before, at my name coming from his lips.
He placed his hand on my hip, squeezing lightly. "Say that you understand."
"I understand," I said, "sir."
Viktor chuckled at my halfhearted 'sir.' He pulled my PJ pants down, leaving them at my knees like a restraint. My ass and wet pussy were exposed to him. I shivered as the cold air touched me.
"Fuck," he groaned, running his fingers through my wet folds. I yelped at the touch, wiggling myself closer to him. "Don't move," he demanded.
I stopped.
His fingers returned to my pussy, gentle despite his demand. He circled one at my entrance, before dipping a single finger in. “So tight,” he groaned, pulling it out to the knuckle, before slowly pushing it inside again. He did this a few more times.
I whined at the sudden disappearance of his fingers, but the whine turned into a gasp when his fingers came around the front of me to land on my clit. He squeezed it slightly like he had done early in the car. I cried out, fisting the bed covers to keep from pushing into his hand. I wanted him to touch me, to taste me, to devour me whole. He released my bud, seeming to have a change of heart as he ran his thumb around it. He started slowly, rubbing circles around my sensitive flesh. Each time he glided his finger directly over my clit, my hips slightly bucked.
“So sensitive,” he whispered.
I moaned quietly, enjoying the slow torture and the way his deft fingers brought me so close to the edge. “Faster.” He used my juices to guide him over my clit but kept the movements slow and deliberate. It was the complete opposite to the rough sex he had promised, and to the way he fucked my mouth, as if giving me this small reprieve before he ravished me again. Just the thought of it had me crying out as my climax hit. My insides hadn’t stopped convulsing as he thrust his cock inside my waiting pussy. I cried out at the stretch, at the utter fullness that his cock caused. It almost felt like it was too much, but he stopped once he was all the way in, giving me time to adjust to him.
"Oh, God." I dropped my head against the mattress as he slowly pushed in and out of me, removing his cock to the head only to thrust to the base of his cock. His balls slapped against my dampness, filling the room and mingling with my low moans.
"Fuck, I could eat you up, little kitten." His voice was deep, guttural. He emphasized his words by spanking my ass cheek.
I cried out at the pain mixing with the pleasure that was already building deep inside my core. My pussy tensed around his cock when he spanked me for a second time, sending a jolt of lightning straight to my clit.
Viktor didn't pause in his thrusting as he pulled me up to my knees, his other fisting in my hair. My back was almost against his chest, squeezing my legs together which made him stretch my aching pussy even more. I was on the brink of losing my mind when he wrapped his hand around my throat. My pulse quickened in panic at the unexpected hold. His grip was loose but firm, his thumb stroking my pulse as if to relax me.
"That's it," he grunted, pounding me from behind. The sounds that filled the room were loud and guttural, but at this point, I didn't care. I was on the edge again, so close to falling. As if he could sense that I was coming undone around him, he squeezed my throat just that little bit more, not blocking off my airways but restricting my breathing enough to cause my head to swim.
I didn't fight him, letting my body take over my mind. A sweet sensation filled me from my core up to my tingling head, and I let it take me. He slammed into me, the bed banging against the wall, knocking the framed artwork above us. His fingers flexed, his cock growing within me.
I screamed as my pussy clamped around him, exploding in an orgasm more powerful than the last. I was on fire, the heart-stopping pleasure so fucking intense that I stayed on that high, my ears ringing from the intensity. And then Viktor was roaring behind me, his cock spasming inside me. He pumped through his orgasm, bringing me from one straight into another. My pussy milked him as it clamped tightly, drawing him deeper as I fell from my perch.
Viktor pulled from me slowly, his seed dropping onto the backs of my thighs. As he pulled away he clamped his teeth onto my neck, pulling a startled cry from me. It was fast, his mouth gone in an instant. "Fuck, Callie, I was not expecting that."
I didn't know what he meant, but my neck stung where he had bitten me. He stood, grabbing his shirt from the floor and coming back. He helped me stand from the bed, pulling my PJ pants off completely. He used his foot to open my legs, then rubbed his shirt on my soaking folds, cleaning me. I hissed at the contact, the soft fabric feeling like sandpaper on my raw pussy. His eyes fell to my neck, where it still throbbed. He ran a hand through his hair, his brows furrowing in concern. “Sorry about that.”
I lifted my hand, running my fingers over the space. I checked for blood. “That’s okay,” I shrugged, I liked it.
He nodded slowly, a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. Viktor folded the shirt to find a clean spot, wiping it down the insides of my thighs. When he was satisfied with that, he guided me to the bed and deposited me back under the covers, where I had been before he woke me. Everything I wanted to say dissolved on my tongue when he tucked me in and planted a soft kiss to my forehead. After what we had just done, his sudden gentleness shook me.
"Now, get some rest," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my heated skin.
I opened my mouth, close to asking him to stay with me, but he was gone before I had the chance. The room felt empty without his imposing form taking up most of the space.
I nodded once to myself. "That was..." I didn't know exactly what it was, but whatever it was left me feeling strange, almost hollow. "... overwhelming." And God damn did I want to do it again.