Chapter 30 Dimitri #3
“Oh, but I would. I’d keep you there until I got my hands on a chastity belt to lock you away.
” I stroked my thumb across her cheek and tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear.
“That way, I would fully control your pleasure and if you ever wanted to come again, you’d have to beg for it on your knees. ”
Fuck. The reasonable part of me knew I had no right to say this, no right to take control over her pleasure.
But now that the idea was in my head, I couldn’t shake it.
I wanted to follow through, to have Sienna…
Emma at my feet, begging me to come with needy tears in her eyes.
I wanted her to rely on me for everything.
She shook her head. “Please let me come.”
I gathered her skirt in my hand from where it was bunched around her waist. “You know what to do.”
She closed her eyes, brow furrowed, and took a deep breath before opening them again. “I promise not to wear this outfit in public again.”
It was cute she thought she could trick me.
“Not just this outfit.” I tightened my hold on her wrists, tugging them up the wall until she was standing on her tiptoes. “But you know that, don’t you?”
She huffed. “Fine. I won’t wear anything this revealing again.”
“I don’t believe you,” I murmured, my face pressed against her hair as I breathed her in. “But that’s okay. If you break your promise, you know what punishment is coming, don’t you?”
She scowled.
“Now, thank me for taking the time to correct you.” I was pushing it, but I didn’t fucking care.
“Thank you,” she snapped.
I pinched her tender ass cheek hard. She cried out, and I took the moment to pull out before thrusting back in. This time, I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her, filling her with my thick cock until we were both on the verge of coming.
“That’s it, darling.” My thumb pressed against her clit, finally giving her the pressure she needed.
She shattered with a scream. I released her wrists and palmed her hips, holding her steady as I fucked her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as she rode out the waves of her endless orgasm.
Her cunt tightened around me until I couldn’t hold off any longer.
I came harder than I had in my life, shooting my cum deep inside her.
It was my first time fucking without a condom, and I was already addicted.
I needed her softness, her heat, with no barrier between us.
I didn’t know how long we stood there, wrapped around each other, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. She slumped against me, her body drooping with fatigue, and I knew our time was up. I gently pulled out. My chest rumbled with satisfaction when I saw my cock covered with her cream.
My hands tangled in her skirt, holding it up while I crouched down. I was eye-level with her pussy. It was red, puffy, and absolutely dripping. Our cum was already leaking down her inner thigh.
“I need to clean up,” she said, breaking the silence.
I smirked and tore her manhandled panties off her body before pulling the skirt down and patting her ass.
“You’re fine like this.”
Her eyes bore into me like daggers. “No fucking way.”
My grip on her was like iron as I clutched her tight to my side and kissed her cheek. Ignoring her protests, I opened the office door. Maxim stood with his back to us, guarding the hallway.
“Sergey brought the car around,” he said without turning around, obviously knowing I didn’t want anyone to see Sienna like this, no matter what I told her.
“We can’t leave Leona,” she said.
I looked down at her, incredulous. “I think she’ll be fine.”
“Well, yeah, of course, but it’s still rude,” she muttered.
A laugh rumbled through my chest as I guided Sienna through the hall to the back exit.
“I’ve been called much worse than rude. I think I’ll survive this.”
I helped her into the car, getting in the back with her while Sergey and Maxim sat up front.
She was asleep within moments. I should have been grateful—it kept us from having to talk about what we’d done or sit in drawn-out awkward silence on the ride home.
But in the quiet darkness of the backseat, her warm, soft body leaning against mine, I couldn’t stop myself from pulling her into my arms.
Streetlights illuminated the interior of the car while we drove through the city, giving me flashing glimpses of Sienna’s face. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was a mess. She was so beautiful. My chest twinged with a sharp pain.
Being with her made me feel like I was in control and free-falling at the same time.
We couldn’t be in a relationship—I didn’t trust her, and I’d seen enough Bratva marriages to know they only ended in tragedy.
But if our lives were going to be forced to intertwine anyway because of the baby, there was no reason to deprive ourselves.
As long as we had rules. A structure to make sure no lines were crossed.
Sienna was still asleep when we got home, so I carried her inside. I hesitated at the top of the stairs. I’d barely slept the past three nights without her, and I wanted…
My breath gusted from my nose. It didn’t matter what I wanted.
When I got to her room, I navigated the many piles of clothes, books, boxes, and other random shit so I could deposit her on her new bed.
Gently, I slipped off her shoes. Was I supposed to undress her?
I didn’t have a clue how to be nurturing, but I did know the longer I stayed in here, the more likely I was to lie down beside her in her vanilla scented sheets and fall asleep.
I pulled a blanket over her body and walked away.