Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
ALEKSANDR
Aleksandr’s Room
Lenochka’s peaceful expression while sleeping should be a sin. A beauty that if I had my way would be the eighth wonder of this world, that no one except me would ever see.
I stared down at her, calm and so content, she was almost purring.
It stirred something primal in me. The need to draw her close, even when her claws were sharpened and aimed at me.
I hated her for her choices, even while understanding why she did what she did.
Hated that she chose to walk away two years ago and hated why she had to.
I even hated that I agreed. I hated it more that, in the end, she still chose to leave me.
She despised it too, this undeniable bond we shared.
The way the world seemed to melt away when we stood in the same room, breathing the same air.
Lenochka hated that she needed me, both then and now.
She hated how she had only ever bowed to me, even though she must have realized I would beg and crawl for her if she would only ask.
She hated the way this world had forced us into choices no eighteen or twenty-one-year-olds should have to make.
What she hated above anything, though, was the truth—that she had never truly hated me.
I thought about what led us here, the events that shoved us down this twisted path.
The night that we finally gave in, and the way, even then, we had battled it out.
Cameron was right that night almost three years ago.
I was truly and wholly fucked; from the moment she let down her walls and invited me in.
Night of Aleksandr’s Twenty-First Birthday
10 July 2018
I watched her. Dancing, laughing, casting a spell over my friends, our classmates. She moved to the beat of a different song—one that only she could hear, an expression of pure joy on her face that most would never see.
One month ago, Lenochka had finally turned eighteen, and I’d been driven to the point of insanity as I waited for her to come to me. I prayed she would but also dreaded when that time would come, knowing it would lead to a choice I had already made. Making her mine.
My best friend laughed next to me, shaking his head as he knocked his arm into mine. “Just go to her, brother.” Cameron slapped my back. “Holy fuck, you two make me need a drink.” He walked off, leaving me with the girl who had ensnared me for the past four years.
Grinning, I made my way to her. The crowd parted like it could sense the monster stalking its prey. I stopped, toe to toe, captured by eyes that ignited a spark in me.
“Want to play, Printsessa?” Wordlessly, I gripped her hips, spinning her around until her arse hit my thickening cock and her back was flushed with my chest. I began a slow grind, moving with the beat of the music, sensually dragging my hands up her sides, groping her breasts above the glittery tank top she had worn, feeling her nipples become rock hard as I continued to tease.
My cock was already painfully hard as it rubbed against my zipper. The heat from her body seeped into me, not doing anything to make the temptation of claiming her here and now any easier as her aroused state became obvious to anyone looking over at us. “Do you want to give me a taste?”
I continued to taunt her, twisting a nipple, ghosting my breath along her neck, watching as gooseflesh pebbled her skin.
“It’s my birthday. Want to know my wish?
” I nibbled at her neck, kissing over her pulse, then bit down hard when she gave no response.
“I’ve been a good boy this year, staying away like you asked. Don’t you agree?”
Lenochka nodded, the slightest of movements. “What do you want, King?”
Pulling her back even further, I bent my knees, the movement forcing my hard cock against her arse even more as my thigh slid between her legs.
Bunching up the back of her skirt, I thrusted up once, allowing her to feel how hot she was making me.
“You, screaming my name, all night. In ropes or chains. Begging for my cock.”
A moan left her lips as her hips began to writhe against me, searching for my cock, needing more friction.
“My cum.” Gliding my hands down her front, I found the hem of her skirt already rising from where she was shamelessly humping me.
“Me.” Gripping the hem, I pushed it up further, until the edge of her panties showed, a wicked tease for all the other men who would never know the feel of her.
“I want you drenched and needy,” I continued, skimming my hands along her inner thighs, showing off the growing spot of arousal on her thong, my prize, to those daring to watch.
Her arse was delectable, the sensation of her grinding against me priming us for what we both knew would happen tonight.
After years of dancing around each other, tonight would be when we finally gave in.
“I want you soaking my sheets for my brother and me.” Reaching her cunt, my fingers teased over the lace she was wearing, pinching that bundle of nerves I felt hot and pulsing under the thin scrap of lace.
Feeling how wet she was, I pushed two fingers inside her, eliciting a groan from both of our throats as her walls pulsed around me, sucking me in deeper.
I curled my fingers slowly, edging her as I bent down to bite her ear.
“Keep dancing, Printsessa, let these boys watch how dripping and needy your pussy gets when you come for your King.”
Gripping her thigh with my other hand, I spread her legs wider, allowing all the onlookers to watch as I began to finger-fuck her in earnest. My fingers pumped inside her, hitting her G-spot.
I kept a brutal pace, her hips bucking into my cock desperately.
“Ride my leg, Printsessa. Soak it through.”
I thrusted my fingers even faster, feeling her walls beginning to spasm around me, gripping me tighter each time I pulled them away.
I bit down, breaking skin as she started to quiver and moan, her orgasm crashing into her senses so hard that her legs buckled as she fell into me.
I caught her, groaning as I adjusted my now fully erect cock as I asked her one final time, “Are you ready to play, Printsessa? Ready to bleed on my cock with that innocence you kept just for me?”
“Yes, King.” Her response was breathy as she wrapped herself around me. “I want you to come inside me, mark me up, claim me, tie me up so tight I will never be able to leave.”
Grinning, I caught Cam’s gaze, nodding to the direction of the basement where our fun would begin.
I carried Lenochka down the stairs, nudging the door open at the bottom.
Setting her down, I forced her to slide down my body, relishing in every whimper and moan that left her until her feet hit the floor.
I watched her take in her surroundings, eyes going wide when she saw the metal hooks on the ceiling and the chains along the floor.
“Is your cunt needy, Printsessa? Dripping and wishing for two grown men to bow at her feet?” I asked, walking her backwards until her legs hit the bed.
A click rang out in the air as Cameron locked the door, preventing anyone from interrupting us as we devoured and defiled her.
Staring down at her, I gripped my dick, squeezing it as I hoped she missed the darker spot where my precum had already left a mark. “Ready to beg for me?”
“Yes, Aleksandr. Please.” A throaty moan left her as she pushed her skirt down her legs.
I moved to the side, allowing Cameron to watch as the gorgeous goddess in front of me stripped bare.
Lenochka danced her hands up her sides, sliding them under her top, tweaking her nipples, and teasing me as she shimmied out of her clothes.
Dark lashes lifted to show fiery eyes, burning with a desire she rarely let anyone see. “Can you see how wet you make me?”
Legs spread wide, she dragged her fingers down, spreading her pussy open, showing me the wetness coating her lower lips.
Lips I wanted to suck and lick. Lips I was going to taste.
She coated her fingers with her arousal and brought them to her mouth.
Her tongue peaked out, licking them clean, and she threw her head back in pleasure, causing me to step forward.
“Does your friend want a taste, King?" Holding her hand out, she looked to Cameron, baiting me to see what I would do… Leaning forward, he wrapped his mouth around her fingers, sucking them clean and trailing his tongue along them as he stood once more.
“Delicious. She’s even better than your dreams, brother.” Grinning, Cameron sauntered to a chair in the corner, sitting down with his thighs spread as he unbuckled his pants and gripped his hardening cock, content to watch the rest play out. “Little Queen is all yours.”
Lurching forward, I pushed her down to the bed, watching as she came level with the erection in my slacks. Nodding down at the wet spot covering my thigh, I smirked.“Had a little too much fun already, Printsessa?”
She refused to back down. Reaching forward, grabbing my thighs in her hands, she made her way to my belt, unbuckling and sliding it from around my waist. I stopped her as she grabbed my zipper.
“Nyet.” I pushed her back onto the bed, forcing her legs to splay as I yanked my shirt over my head. “In here, you listen to me. In this room, I. Am. Your. King.”
Squirming, she looked to Cameron, who grinned as he squeezed his cock. “Don’t look at me, Little Queen. You two already had me hot and bothered from your dancing tease.”
“Spread your legs, Printsessa.” I stalked around her, grabbing the chains on the floor and hooking them to the cuffs, holding them up to her. “Do you need a safe word?”