Chapter 23
Lana
What happened last night shouldn’t have happened, but it did. It was a lapse in judgment; I try to convince myself. Getting to know M wasn’t on my agenda. I miscalculated how incredibly charming he is.
Whoops.
To try to wake up, I pat the space beside me, and it’s empty. I pry my eyes open, and I notice that M isn’t here. Where did he go?
“I’m right here, Lana.” Can he read my fucking mind right now? I put a hand on my chest while I’m still lying on the bed. He is leaning against his doorframe, looking delectable in gray sweatpants and an MIT T-shirt. His hair is damp, probably from a shower.
At that vision alone, I sit up straight with my back against the headboard and the covers covering my legs.
“Where did you go?” Keep asking stupid questions, Lana, even though you know the answers.
“Is my little hummingbird worried about where I went?” If I’m right, M is flirting with me. I shake my head. He crosses his arms and scrunches his eyebrows.
“I thought that I stated that I don’t like liars.” I nod. “And what do I do with liars?”
“You punish them.” He stalks over to me as little droplets of water are falling onto his forehead from his wet hair. M comes to my side of the bed and is just standing here. No movement. No words. Nothing.
“Listen—” My sentence doesn’t need to be finished since M picks me up like a rag doll and throws me over his shoulder, the sheets falling off. He sits down on the edge of the bed and puts me over his knees with my ass up.
Fuck.
“Your ass is all perked up for me. Ready to be spanked.” I don’t say anything as he delivers his first spank. It’s like a sting, but I welcome the pain. And anticipate on.
“Take it, little hummingbird.” He uses my nickname whenever he wants to discipline or fuck me. I guess it’s the first option this time.
“Why are you so—” Spank. “Quiet.” Spank.
“I don’t want to, fuck, say!” I don’t want to admit that I fucking like it. He traces a finger down the entirety of my back. A shudder follows.
“You dirty fucking woman, you like this. Who am I to take this pleasure away from you?” It's morning, and it’s cold, but right now I don’t feel the cold, I only feel the warmth of his palm. He started spanking the tops of my lower back, but now he is spanking me at the fleshy center.
“Oh my God!”
“Wrong, Lana,” he says in a dangerously low tone. “Only me.” He flips me over, grabs my hands, and pulls me upward so I’m sitting up. He holds the back of my head and pushes my legs off him, so they are almost touching the ground.
“Now you are going to suck my cock like a good little girl.” His voice doesn’t leave room for negotiation, and I bite my lip. I like being handled like this, letting go of some of the control I usually hold on to. And I’m afraid only he can give me that.
“Get down on your knees, little hummingbird.” I hold his gaze as I move toward the floor, and once my knees make contact with the hard surface, I get down to business.
Literally.
I look at his sweatpants when he pulls on my hair again and makes me look at him.
“You still haven’t learned your lesson. Look me straight in the eye while you take off my sweatpants.” I blink fast and swallow. Keeping my eyes on this crazy fucking man. With both hands, I grab the sides of his sweatpants and pull them down.
“You are not wearing any briefs,” I say to him. He lets go of my hair and places his thumb on my lips.
“Because I knew I was going to fuck you, hard. The briefs were an obstacle I didn’t need.” The expression in his eyes is something like of a predator daring his prey to strike first.
“Permission to look at your big dick while I suck you off?” I ask him.
“Permission granted, pet.” He isn’t messing around; he wants me to get to work. So I do. I grab his dick with my left hand and lift it, and I start by gently massaging his balls with my tongue. I need to make him lose his mind.
“Fuck, Lana, you are a force.” His praise is like music to my ears. M balances himself by placing his hand on either side of his hips, and I put my hands underneath his ass cheeks. My tongue is nice and wet, and he is jerking a little bit.
Good.
Once I’m satisfied with pleasuring him, I look at his dick, and my mouth is filling up with saliva. All I see is him, everything else is a blur. His wants and needs to be studied, and I’m eager to learn.
Now I grab his dick tight with my left hand, and I spit on it and start massaging my spit all over his enormous cock. My lips are now close to his shaft, and I need to have a little taste. I lick the underside of the tip of his cock and flick it upward and downward.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” I don’t let him finish his sentence because I blow on the little patch I made wet with my tongue. M coughs and is audibly gasping.
“Just like that, baby. Don’t stop with what you are doing,” he orders. I am now licking the top of his cock while moving my hand upward and downward in slow strokes. The anticipation for what’s to come is making me wet.
“Never,” I promise him, and I mean it, which makes my head spin, but him first. I lick every side of his dick, and then I take his tip into my mouth, and I suck on it to increase pressure.
M's hands are in my hair again, he pushes his cock into my mouth, and grabs both of my hands. He then raises my arms above my head.
“You are not going to dictate how this is going to go. Get to work, pet.” His voice is making me feel alive and forget everything. I can’t see straight as his long and thick dick is filling up my entire mouth. It hits the back of my throat, and I fucking hate that I can’t touch him.
All the power is with him as he decides how this is going to play out.
My mouth is so wet that he is sliding like a mad animal inside of me, and tears are forming in my eyes. One small tear falls onto his inner thigh.
“Your tears on me are such a fucking turn-on. I’m the only one who can make you cry.
I’m the only one you are ever going to fuck again.
Understood?” Does he really expect me to answer now?
Apparently, he does because he is pushing himself deeper into my mouth.
I’m matching his pace by sucking him off fucking fast.
The adrenaline rush that is coursing through my veins is the most alive I have felt in years. I’m sweating again, which seems like an everyday occurrence whenever I’m with him. His groans and quick breaths are loud, the only sounds you can hear in the room. All outside noise is blocked out.
Only we are here.
“M! Fuck!” I can barely speak because I feel like I’m choking.
“Choke on my fucking dick, pet.” He lets go of my hands, and the moment he does that, I scratch his chest with my fingernails. I need him to feel a sting, too.
“Your nails scraping my chest don’t bother me one fucking bit, pet. Now, choke!” he screams, and I want to smile because he’s losing his mind and I’m responsible for that.
“Fuck, little hummingbird, I’m coming!” I don’t make any effort to remove myself and keep on sucking him as he comes down my throat. Not a single drop is wasted as his cum fills my mouth. Once he is finished coming, I pull back and peer up at him with an innocent look.
I need to perfect this. Before I can do anything, he hoists me back on the bed, and I’m lying beside him again.
Our bodies are pressed together, and I welcome the warmth.
But I also welcome something else: tranquility.
What wasn’t supposed to happen, happened.
M and his crazy antics wormed their way into my heart.
Even though any sane person would run away from him, I don’t. I need to see this dynamic through.
When I look at him, I see a man in l…
Nope, not going there.
“That felt like heaven. How are you this perfect?” he asks me as he kisses my cheek. I feel my face burning, and this feels even more intimate than what we just did.
“Believe me, I am not perfect. You, on the other hand.” I wink at him before I tackle him on the bed. We laugh and tickle each other like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
This is odd.
We stop tickling each other as M hears my stomach growling. I’m fucking hungry.
“Follow me, now. I need to feed you,” he says. He stands up, all naked, and I follow him to the kitchen. Once I enter the kitchen, I see that he has made quite a spread. Bosnian sausage mixed with eggs, fresh orange juice, Bosnian coffee, bread, and what seems like strawberry jam.
I have a puzzled look on my face because this shouldn't be happening.
“I am more than happy to give you another punishment, Lana.” We are back at Lana. “But I need to head out to Tuzla soon. I have a business meeting.”
“Of course.” I sit down and start chowing down my breakfast. Last night really did a number on me because I am freaking hungry. After a couple of minutes, I look at M and ask him a question.
“Aren’t you going to pray before you eat?” My question catches him off guard, and he seems offended.
“I haven’t prayed since I was a child. God has given up on me, so why should I cling to a belief that has forsaken me?”
“Why are you so anti-religion?” I’m not that religious myself, but M is really mad.
“Look at the state of the world, there is debauchery around every corner. What God would let that happen?”
“Good point. But, M, please?” My question hangs in the room, and he takes a deep breath.
“My mom had cancer, and from that point on, I didn’t believe in God anymore. How could He let a good woman like that get sick?”
“So I won’t see you pray anytime soon?” I try to lighten the mood, and it works.
“Absolutely fucking not. Everybody knows that I don’t pray, and if you ever see me do that, then I must be really desperate and out of options.” I take his hand in my left one and kiss it. And thank God, he relaxes a bit.
“Who taught you to make all of this? Your dad?” M scoffs and looks down into his coffee mug.
“My mama. She taught me all of the basic domestic stuff, and I’m grateful for that.” He still isn’t looking at me, and I think it’s because this is a sensitive topic, so I need to approach it carefully.
“She sounds like an amazing woman. My dad was awful.”
“Aren’t all dads?” I laugh weakly. “You had a bad dad, too?” he asks me.
“Kind of, but it’s fine now. Your mom was probably an angel.”
“She was. Thank you for asking, Lana.” He is being sweet and vulnerable, which is probably rare.
“Of course, what was her name?”
“Ajla, and it’s so funny because last Thursday was her birthday.”
“That’s so bittersweet. I’ll say a little prayer for her when I get home.”
“I didn’t know you were religious.” I have to play this one off, I can’t let him get to know me fully.
“No, it’s something I do to feel like I’m burdening someone else with my pain.”
“That’s a nice sentiment, Lana. What do you say? Shall we head out?”
“Yes! Because I also have my morning shift at the diner.”
“I’ll drop you off. And don’t worry about clothes. There is a whole drawer in my guest bedroom with clothes I thought you would love.” Money can’t buy you happiness, but it can for sure buy you things. I get up from my chair and head toward the bathroom to prepare myself for work.
After twenty minutes, I head toward M, and I notice he is wearing a black suit. Ready to take on the business world. We get into his car and park near the diner where Hell can resume.
“I’ll see you tonight, little hummingbird.” He kisses me softly on the lips, and I return it. I begin my shift, but I am too giddy for tonight to concentrate.