Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Milana
I wake up to Kirill nudging me gently, his lips brushing my cheek, my neck, my shoulder.
“Sleepyhead,” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. “Time to wake up.”
I groan softly, stretching my arms above my head, my body still deliciously sore from last night. “Is it morning already?”
He chuckles, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Your alarm went off five minutes ago.”
I blink, sitting up slowly. “How come I didn’t hear it ring?”
“You did,” he says, amusement clear in his voice. “You angrily turned it off and threw your phone across the room.”
I gasp, looking around. “What? Hope it’s not broken.”
He laughs softly. “It’s not.” He leans in and kisses me again, deeper this time, slow and lingering. When he pulls back, he brushes my hair from my face. “How did you sleep?”
I smile, still a little dazed. “Like a baby.”
He smirks. “I’m glad it was of help.”
I sit up fully and stretch again, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles. “I’ll go take a shower.”
He smacks my ass playfully as I stand up. “Alright.”
After my shower, I start packing my bag for the presentation, nerves bubbling up in my stomach. I’m double-checking my slides, making sure my notes are in order, my outfit laid out perfectly.
The anxiety is starting to creep in, what if I mess up? What if I forget something important?
Kirill walks up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and turning me to face him.
“You’re going to do great. You’re going to kick ass,” he says, voice steady and reassuring.
I nod, taking a deep breath. “I hope so.”
“You will,” he says, cupping my face gently. “Because you’re smart. You’re intelligent. You’ve worked hard on this. They’re going to see that.”
His words light a fire in me. I smile, feeling more confident. “Yeah. I can do this.”
He kisses my forehead. “That’s my girl.” Then he steps back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know what? I’ve come up with what I want for winning our little game at the bar last night.”
I cross my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Let’s hear it.”
He looks at me with that dark, mischievous glint in his eyes. “I want you to wear a sex toy to school.”
I blink, sure I heard him wrong. “Wait, what? That’s what you chose?”
He nods, completely serious. “Yes.”
“Hell no,” I say immediately. “There’s no way I’m wearing that. Especially not during my presentation.”
He pulls me closer, hands on my waist, kissing the side of my neck. “Remember the rule. I won, so I get to ask for anything.”
“Anything within reason,” I counter, but my voice is already softening as his lips trail lower. “This is not within reason. There’s no way I’m wearing a sex toy while I’m presenting in front of everyone.”
He smiles against my skin. “It’ll help you relax. You’re tense right now. Having it inside you… knowing I’m the one controlling it… might be exactly what you need.”
I laugh, but there’s a thrill running through me. “Having it inside me is not going to make me relax.”
He pulls back slightly, eyes locked on mine. “It will. Especially when I’m operating it from down in the audience.”
I stare at him. “Hell no. I’m not going to embarrass myself in front of everyone.”
He cups my face gently. “I trust you won’t embarrass yourself. Do you trust me?”
I swallow. “Yeah. You know I do.”
He smiles. “Good. Then wear it.”
A part of me wants to say no. But a larger part, the curious, adventurous part that’s been growing since I met him, is intrigued.
I’ve read about couples doing this. Partners controlling toys on each other. I’ve always wondered what it felt like. Besides, if I don’t like it, I can always go to the bathroom and take it off.
“Okay. Fine.”
He grins, walking over to his luggage. He pulls out a small, sleek device. A pussy plug. I recognize it from my late-night googling sessions
“Wait,” I say, eyes wide. “How long have you had that? How long have you been planning this?”
He winks. “I got it a little before we traveled. Didn’t get a chance to use it on you then. Thought this trip might be perfect.”
I shake my head, laughing. “You’ve been planning this all along, haven’t you?”
He doesn’t deny it. He just explains how it works, how it vibrates in different patterns, how he can control it from his phone, how it’s designed to stay in place comfortably.
Then he reaches under my dress, slips my panties down my thighs, and applies a little lube to the toy before slowly pushing it inside me.
I let out a gasp. The feeling is immediate. Full. Foreign. But good. Really good.
He watches me carefully. “You okay?”
I nod again. “Just… getting used to it.”
He slides my panties back up and gives my ass a firm smack. I jerk, gasping at the way the plug shifts inside me.
He pulls out his phone. “I’m going to test it.”
He taps something on the screen, and I feel a low, gentle buzz start between my legs. I gasp, mouth falling open, eyes wide.
“Oh my God.”
A grin spreads across his face. “There it is.”
He increases the intensity slightly. I cry out, grabbing his arm. “Stop!”
He gradually decreases it, smiling. “You might feel it buzzing from time to time. That’ll be me.”
I laugh, still a little breathless. “Don’t you dare try it while I’m on stage.”
He smirks. “I promise I won’t ruin the moment for you.”
We finish getting ready, and as we head out to school, I can already feel the plug buzz inside me.
Even though I was nervous, I managed to get through my presentation effortlessly. Probably because I knew Kirill was out there in the audience, rooting for me.
His presence gave me a strange kind of confidence. By the time I finish, the room breaks into applause.
Relief washes over me. After answering a few questions from my lecturers, I receive my grade. I passed. With distinction.
A few hours later, everyone gathers for the department’s cocktail reception.
I’m standing with my lecturer and a few classmates, chatting about the presentation and future projects, when I feel a vibration between my legs.
I press my thighs together, trying to keep my face neutral as I nod along to what my professor is saying. The pleasure builds fast, making my cheeks flush and my breath come a little shorter.
My professor notices. “Are you okay, Milana? You look a little flushed.”
I force a smile. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Just… I just need to splash some water on my face. Excuse me.”
I see Kirill across the room, watching me with that knowing smirk. He jerks his head in the direction of the bathroom and I follow.
I walk as fast as I can without drawing attention, the plug buzzing relentlessly inside me. I’m so going to kill him.
I’m just passing the male bathroom when the door opens and a strong hand grabs my wrist, pulling me inside. I shriek, but it dies in my throat when I see it’s him. He shuts the door behind us, locking it.
“You,” I hiss, but the words die as he taps something on his phone and the vibration intensifies.
My legs nearly give out. I grab onto his shoulders, or maybe his biceps, I’m not even sure, holding on for dear life as the orgasm crashes through me. I come hard, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly, my whole body shaking against him.
When the vibrations finally slow and stop, I open my eyes, breathing hard. He’s looking down at me with a satisfied smirk.
“You look so beautiful when you come,” he murmurs.
I smack his shoulder. “I’m so going to kill you. You promised you wouldn’t ruin my presentation.”
“I didn’t,” he says, still smirking. “You did great.”
“I almost embarrassed myself in front of my lecturers and colleagues!”
He shrugs. “Well, you didn’t. That wasn’t my fault. You’re just so responsive.”
I’m still flushed, still turned on, and I so badly want him to have me right here. But then I remember my colleagues are waiting for me outside.
I sigh. “I need to go back out there.”
He brushes my hair away from my face. “Go. I’ll be right behind you.”
I quickly reapply my lipstick and fix my makeup in the mirror, then step out of the bathroom. Not even a minute later, I feel the vibration start again, low but insistent.
I turn and see him a few steps behind me, smirking.
I can barely make it through the rest of the cocktail party. Every time I try to focus on a conversation, the vibrator buzzes to life again.
Low at first, then stronger, teasing me until my thighs press together and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning.
By the time the event starts winding down, I am a mess, flushed, aching, desperate.
I grab Kirill’s hand, pulling him toward the exit. “Take me back to our suite. Now.”
The ride back to the hotel is a blur of heated kisses and wandering hands. The second we’re in the back seat of the car, I’m on him, straddling his lap, kissing him like I’ll die if I don’t.
He kisses me back just as hungrily, hands sliding under my dress, gripping my ass as he grinds me against the hard bulge in his pants.
The driver can see us, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except the need burning through me.
He taps his phone, and the vibrator inside me kicks up a notch. I moan into his mouth, hips rolling against him as the pleasure builds fast and sharp.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls against my lips. “I can feel how soaked you are through your panties.”
He edges me mercilessly. The vibrations pulse in waves, building me up, then slowing down right when I’m about to tip over the edge. I whimper, grinding harder against him, desperate for release.
“Please,” I beg, voice shaky. “Kirill, please let me come.”
“Not yet,” he murmurs, biting my lower lip. “I want you dripping for me when I finally fuck you.”
He keeps playing with the settings, bringing me to the brink again and again until I’m a trembling, whimpering mess in his lap.
When he finally lets me come, I shatter hard, burying my face in his neck to muffle my cry as my walls clamp down around the toy, pleasure ripping through me in intense waves. I’m shaking, oversensitive, but he holds me tight, kissing my neck, whispering filthy things in my ear.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Coming all over a toy in the back of a car like a desperate little slut. You love this, don’t you? Love knowing I control your pleasure.”
I moan, nodding frantically. “Yes… God, yes…”
By the time we reach the hotel, I’ve come twice and I’m barely coherent. He carries me up to our suite, kicking the door shut behind us.
The second we’re inside, he sets me down and spins me around, bending me over the back of the couch.
He yanks my dress up and rips my panties down my legs. The toy is still buzzing inside me. He pulls it out slowly, making me whimper at the loss, then replaces it with his cock in one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” he groans, bottoming out deep inside me. “This pussy is mine. I’m going to fill you up. Breed you. Put my baby in you so everyone knows who you belong to.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. He fucks me hard and deep, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. Every thrust is possessive, claiming.
“You’re going to take every drop,” he growls, pounding into me. “Gonna fill this womb until you’re pregnant with my child. You want that, don’t you? Want me to breed you like the good little whore you are.”
I cry out, pushing back against him, lost in the filthy words and the way he’s fucking me so perfectly. “Yes… please… fill me up…”
He fucks me harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. When I come again, it’s with a scream, my walls clamping down around him as pleasure explodes through me.
He follows right after, burying himself deep and coming with a guttural groan, flooding me with hot spurts of cum.
He stays inside me for a long moment, breathing hard against my neck, hand gently rubbing my stomach like he’s imagining it already swelling with his child.
“Mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my neck. “All fucking mine.”