Chapter 20
VAHN
There was nothing cuter than a five foot fuck all woman who was pissed off. They were too small to do anything about it, but they wanted you to know that they were unhappy. So, you got things like dirty looks and grumbled words. Unless said woman was my mother. She chose violence every time.
My father had a scar from a fork she stuck in his hand, and I was pretty sure I had a dent in the back of my head from being slapped as a kid. While my dad may find that adorable, I preferred the silent hatred Emma had been glaring my way since we left.
“I could’ve got home myself.” She huffed and folded her arms over her chest.
“What kind of man would I be if I let you take the bus?” Public transit was done the second she let me taste her. There were too many men on the bus, and I’d be damned if I was going to let a bunch of horny assholes gawk at her.
“You’re a man?” She scoffed. “Sorry, I thought you were an asshole.”
Aww, she really wasn’t good at insults, was she? “Are you mad that I made you come Parakeet, or that I blew my load on you?”
“That stuff was not easy to wash off.”
Ah, so it was the nut busting. “Hey, I would’ve preferred to come inside you, but sex was off the table, and I had to blow my load somewhere.”
“You didn’t have to do it there. I was supposed to do stuff too.”
Was she mad that I didn’t stick my dick in her mouth? I know she thought that was why I agreed to do this. It wasn’t. I wanted to taste her, but hey, who was I to argue. “If you want to suck my dick, feel free to slide over here and get to work.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Emma snorted and turned away, but I still saw the flush of pink flood her cheeks.
She was embarrassed, but not because of what I said.
I could tell that by the way her thighs squeezed together.
A part of her liked the idea of sucking me off.
She would never admit it though. That was okay.
Emma wasn’t the first stubborn girl I dealt with, and she was a lot easier to control than most.
All I had to do was put a little authority in my voice when I told her what to do. I think she liked being ordered around. She definitely liked being called good girl. All of which worked for me.
Emma huffed out a sigh. “I suppose I shouldn’t be mad at you. The shoot went well.”
“It did.” I agreed. At first I wasn’t sure it would. When Chad walked in and started setting up his cameras, Emma looked like she was ready to run. “Did you like how the picture turned out?”
Chad was excellent at his job. He caught Emma in mid orgasm, with her eyes rolled back in her head and lips parted. But my favorite part was how her legs were spread wide enough that I could see her hymen. I’d be jerking off to that picture for the next year.
“I guess.” Why was she so cute when her nose scrunched up like that? “Although I don’t know why he picked that one. I looked prettier in other ones.”
“Guys don’t want to jerk off to pretty.” I said. “But a lot of them will be jerking off to your virginity.”
“You can’t tell I’m virgin just by looking at me.”
I cocked a brow her way. “Your hymen is in that picture.”
“Oh.” Her eyes went wide, then her brows knit. “You can see a hymen?”
“Yeah.” Did she not know that?
“Huh?” She looked up like she was thinking, before looking over at me. “What does it look like?”
How did I answer that? I don’t think innocence, tempting, or something I want to break were the descriptions she was looking for. “Um… it looks like a wall of flesh blocking your pussy.”
She reared back with a grimace. “That doesn’t sound appealing or fun at all.”
“That’s cause you’re not a guy.” I leaned over and added, “trust me, we find it plenty appealing and fun.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s only because of the go where no man has gone before thing.”
My brow arched. “It’s not Star Trek.”
“You know what I mean.”
I did. There was a primal need built into all men to claim the unclaimed. Whether it be land, power, or pussy. there was something satisfying about being the first to leave your mark, so any other man who came along would know you beat them to it. It was hard to resist that urge.
I almost fucked Emma during that shoot so many times that I lost count. If there weren’t other people in the room, I probably would’ve. There was a reason I told Chad it was only oral. Someone had to keep me in line if I lost control. Thankfully, that didn’t happen.
I don’t know how much longer my control would last. It was getting harder and harder to push back my urges. If Emma didn’t come to me soon, then I was going to snap and take her.
Even after showering, I could smell and taste her. It was driving me crazy. I had to tighten my hold on the steering wheel to stop from pulling over and fucking her on the side of the road.
Maybe I should make her suck my dick? No, that would only lead to other things. I could jerk off when we got home.
I looked out at the road, and clenched my jaw. Why the fuck did we live so far away?
“Thank you for helping me, by the way.” Emma turned, batting those big silver eyes at me. And it took everything I had to keep driving and not pull over. “I was really scared, you didn’t need to do that.”
Yes, I did. And not because I cared if she did the shoot. My reasons were purely selfish. If Emma ran away, then I wouldn’t have gotten to lick her delicious pussy.
“It wasn’t a big deal.” I said while steering the car down the road to our apartment. “Wasn’t my first shoot.”
That beautiful pink tint rushed across her cheeks again, making me rethink the not pulling over thought.
“Can I ask you a question?”
God yes. I welcomed anything that would take my mind off how she looked in that corset. “Sure.”
“Did I do it right?”
What? “Did you do what right?”
She dropped her eyes and lowered her voice, “You know. The orgasm stuff.”
How could someone do that wrong? Hang on…
I looked over at Emma, who was doing everything she could to avoid eye contact. She wasn’t worried that she did something wrong. She was worried that I didn’t like it. She wanted to please me. I hated her people pleasing bullshit, but this I could get behind.
Sure, I could tell her that she was perfect, and I would happily lick her pussy for the rest of my life, but like she had said so many times, I was an asshole. “You did fine.”
The corner of my mouth curled when she took the bait and snapped her eyes up to me.
“What do you mean I did fine? Was there something I could’ve done better?”
I shrugged. “There were a few things.”
“What things?” Emma sat up and shifted in her seat to face me. “Tell me what to do.”
Such an eager beaver. “It’s not something I can tell you. I’d have to show you.”
“Well, then show me.” She said with so much enthusiasm and innocence, that I almost felt bad. Almost.
I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
“You have to show me.” Emma grabbed my arm and looked up at me longingly. “Please Vahn.”
“Alright.” I huffed out a sigh, as I pulled the car into our parking stall. “But you owe me.”
I was so going to hell for this, but man was I going to enjoy the ride down.
“Thank you.”
Did she really just thank me for this shit?
“Okay,” Emma opened the passenger door. “Just let me tell my audience about the shoot, and then we can get to work.”
Her audience huh?
“Why don’t we make a show out of it.” I suggested. “Let them watch while I instruct you.”
“Like a special sneak peek show?”
Or those fuckers could watch while I take your virginity, so each and every one of them would know you belong to me. But…
“Sure.” We could go with her version.
“Okay,” Emma hopped out into the parking lot. “Give me like fifteen minutes.”
I was wrong, I was going to hell for this.
“Take your time.” I called out as she headed up the stairs.
I sure as fuck was going to.
Fuck me, did that shit actually work? Either I was really good, or she was really naive. I didn’t care which right now. I could evaluate and address that later. After I claimed my woman, and hopefully knocked her up. As far as I knew, she wasn’t on birth control.
Why would she be? Although, it wouldn’t hurt to have one more look around the apartment. Given how protective her brother was, she might’ve hidden some somewhere.
I got out of the car and headed upstairs to our apartment.
Searching through drawers and cupboards wasn’t an easy thing to do when one was hard as fuck. Both my mind and dick were focused on one thing, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t think about anything else.
Abandoning my search, I headed into my room to log into Emma’s cam show. I’d watch her while I waited for her to call me in.
Logging in was as far as I got before my phone dinged with a text. And not one I could ignore.
Preston: We have a problem.
That was followed with a picture of Mitch, tied to a chair and not looking good.
Fuck.
I pressed the button to call, and held the phone to my ear.
“I see you got my message.”
Yeah I fucking got it. “Why the fuck do you have him?”
“I take it he’s a friend of yours?”
“Yes,” I said. “Let him go.”
“Afraid I can’t do that.” Preston tsked. “I was in the middle of completing the job, when this motherfucker came busting in with a bat.”
Fucking Mitch went after the professor. I should’ve seen that coming. Preston didn’t get where he was by leaving witnesses behind. Goddamnit.
“He won’t say anything.”
“Oh he says plenty,” I heard something that sounded like a light slap. “Isn’t that right you stupid fuck.”
“Vahn,” Mitch yelled from the background. “Help me. This guy is crazy.”
“Shut up, or I’ll shoot you right now.” Preston sang, annoyed.
There was no doubt in my mind that he would do it. Actually I was surprised that Mitch wasn’t already dead. Which posed a good question. “Why is he still alive?”
I highly doubted Mitch barged in there yelling I’m friends with Vahn Kessler.
“Well,” he sighed. “I was gonna take care of him, especially when he started crying, but then I noticed the brand on his arm.”
“Brand?” Mitch didn’t have a brand on his arm. “What does a brand have to do with anything?”
“It seems your friend here, owes a couple of Russians some money. Luckily for him, they happen to be the same Russians I’ve been looking for for a couple of years. Sneaky bastards are good at hiding.”
Mitch was gambling again. Big surprise there. That explained the brand. That also meant that Preston wasn’t going to kill him. At least not until he got what he wanted out of him.
“Remember that favor you owe me?”
“Yeah?”
“He’s it. I’m gonna keep him for a bit.”
“Preston, he’s a friend of mine…”
“Don’t worry.” He cut me off. “I won’t hurt him… much.”
“Fine.” It wasn’t like I would be able to talk Preston out of it, but maybe something good could come from this. “Do me a favor while you have him. Mitch has a gambling problem…”
Preston made the inconvenience of my request obvious with his sigh. “Alright, I’ll run him through Whitley rehab. But don’t call me every day asking how he is.”
He wouldn’t tell me if I did.
“Deal.” I said and hung up, then headed to the kitchen for a drink.
How was I going to explain this shit to Emma?