Chapter 36
Lana
“What do you want me to do?” M asks me, keeping his eyes on the floor. I’m still sitting on the bed with my legs dangling.
“Are you fucking serious?” My eyes are widened. The sight before me should be studied: a lethal man on his knees, being submissive. This is a slippery slope into Hell, and I feel a pull toward the fire. If I let him do this, I might be putting everyone in danger. Most of all, myself.
I stand up, and stand before him.
“Get up. This is ridiculous.”
“No.” His answer is quick yet well-thought-out.
“You don’t know what you are wishing for.” I’m pleading for him not to let me do this while simultaneously begging him to let me take his sexy ass.
“Lana, you deserve someone who understands your needs,” he says without any preamble.
“They are within societal norms, M!”
“Fuck your fucking society. I don’t give two shits if the whole world burns down tomorrow, I want to ignite that fire inside of you.” His tone suddenly switches back to that of someone obedient. My mind is suddenly reeling with the possibilities of what I can do with him.
To him.
I was truthful, and look where that has led me.
Well, being honest is the highest form of manipulation.
I need to do this. I need to be able to do something for myself. So I relax my body, my breathing in and out.
“Start by kissing the lower part of my legs and move upward. And you’ll stop when I tell you to stop.”
“Understood.” M moves his hands toward my legs, and I react on primal instinct.
My right hand flies to his hair, and I grab a fistful of it.
I tug hard on his beautiful hair and make him look up at me.
My face is still, almost emotionless—eyes narrowed with my lips flat like I’m nearly bored with the situation. And I watch through him, not at him.
“Did I fucking tell you to touch me with your hands? I only want those lips on me.” My brazenness is surprising me, but I don’t show it. When I’m not getting any reaction from M, who is only staring at me, I tug harder on his hair, making his head snap back.
“Yes, Lana.” This motherfucker is purring, and I instantly grow wet. M puts his hands back on his upper thighs, and he starts kissing my calves all the way to where my nightgown cuts off—interchanging legs.
“Now I want you to remove my panties with your teeth.” He doesn’t say anything and gets right to it as I take off my nightgown. Even though I’m fully undressed, I’m dressed in control.
“You are such a good and obedient dog.” I bite on my lip as he is just sitting there staring at my pussy. “Now you are going to grab my ass with your nails digging into my skin.”
“I’m going to start barking for you, little hummingbird.” And he probably fucking would. M places his hands on my ass cheeks and starts scraping my flesh with his short nails as much as he can. The first sting quickly turns into desire.
I grab his hair and make him look into my eyes again. They are burning with passion, and my body is getting warmer by the second.
“Your last task is to eat my fucking pussy until my bones rattle.”
“Fuck. Yes.” He first licks every little place around my pussy, and it’s building up the anticipation. He is not leaving anything unmarked. M flattens his tongue and applies light pressure to my clit by licking it up and fucking down. I close my eyes and throw my head back.
“Yes, just like that. Fuck, you are so good at it, baby.” My term of endearment makes this man completely feral as he abandons one of my ass cheeks. And then he goes fucking in.
He starts sucking on my clit, and my chest is heaving up and down. I scream because of the sensation.
“Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Your tongue needs to be buried inside of my cunt twenty-four fucking seven.”
“With fucking pleasure, little hummingbird,” he says between movements.
Coming up for breath is not something he wants to do anytime soon, as he grabs my other ass cheek again and pushes my pussy even closer to his mouth.
With the pointy tip of his tongue, he thrusts inside of me, and just like that, he is playing with my clit.
My moans and cries bounce off the walls, leaving no corner untouched. And the wet sounds from my cunt are just the cherry on top.
M is eating me alive as he licks, sucks, and motorboats me. He gives me one languid stroke with his tongue, and I come apart. I nearly buckle down because of how intense my orgasm is, but he doesn’t let me fall. I grab his shoulders, but he grabs my hands and has me leaning on them.
He is fucking strong because he is steadying while continuing to eat me out even as I come hard.
“M, clean up my fucking release.” He does as he is told. He licks everything up in and around my clit. After a minute, he is done, and he lets go of my hands, and before I drop down to the floor, he grabs me and puts my head onto his lap.
When I look up at him, I feel unbridled joy because I feel like I have finally let the beast out that was caged in for far too long.
“See, was that so hard?” he asks me as he moves away one strand of hair from my forehead.
“Thank you. I really mean it.”
“You can use me every single day for your perverted ideas.”
“You are giving me so much while I still have the feeling that I don’t know much about you.” My mind switches back to that old me I’m used to. Fuck, I almost forgot that this was the whole point. I need to get to know him.
“What do you want to know?”
“For starters, what’s your real name?” My question makes his expression go serious, and he shakes his head slightly.
“I want to give you my real name, but only a handful of people know it,” he explains to me.
“You don’t trust me?”
“I do. Wait, let me explain this.” He presses a kiss against my forehead before he continues. “My real name I only reserve for people who truly love me.”
Fuck. My. Life.
“And you are not there yet, but you will be.” He winks at me, and I think I detect a hint of sadness, maybe?
“M—” He puts a finger on my lips and shushes me.
“It’s okay. My name is dear to me because my mom gave me that name.” Now we are getting somewhere. “My mom was the best mom in the world. She had a pretty traumatic childbirth with me, and the doctor who helped her was amazing, apparently.”
“Really? I’m happy that your mom was like a hero to you and that the doctor helped her.”
“Yes, and thank you. Apparently, I had some complications when I was born, but the doctor never gave up on me. So she named me after him.”
“That’s really sweet and powerful.”
“It is. That’s why I don’t give my real name out that easily. M is easy enough to remember.”
“What does M stand for exactly?”
“Mahnit.1 I thought it was fitting.” Of course he picked that word. I sit up.
“How was your dad?” I ask him. M huffs as he tries not to laugh out of frustration and anger.
“That’s a story for a different day,” he says. He gets up and offers me his hand, which I happily accept. “Let’s have breakfast.”
The rest of the day goes by in a haze of tranquility and normalcy—a rare occurrence I’m not accustomed to. Even though he has shown me how to be more like myself, I can’t forget why I’m doing all of this.
1. "Mad" in the Bosnian language. It also has other meanings.