Chapter Twenty-Three - EMMA
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
EMMA
I’M IN THE middle of a dream when I am jolted awake by the feeling of falling off a cliff. I realize I’m in the safety of Ivan’s bed when my eyes pop open, so my heart and brain settle down pretty quickly.
I stretch and roll onto my back, feeling a delicious soreness between my legs. The memories of last night come back to me, and I smile. Ivan was gentle like he promised he would be, and made my first time something to remember.
Speaking of Ivan, I reach over to his side of the bed, only to find it empty.
The sheets are cold, so he’s been gone for a while, and that makes me sad.
Doubt starts to creep into my head, so I roll back towards the window and tuck the sheets under my chin.
Did he not enjoy last night as much as I thought he did?
I hear the bedroom door open and close, then the bed dips behind me. Ivan pulls me into his chest and places a kiss on the side of my head.
“Good morning, lyubimaya,” he whispers in my ear.
“Good morning, Ivan,” I say as I turn to face him, placing a kiss on his lips.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks.
“I did. Thank you,” I reply.
“How are you feeling this morning?” Ivan asks. His hands start moving up and down my body, tracing my curves like he’s taking a slow drive down a winding road.
“Good. A little sore, but a good kind of sore,” I reply.
“Good,” Ivan says, following up his finger tracing with kisses.
“Ivan, are you trying to seduce me this morning?” I ask him playfully.
“I’m not trying, lyubimaya, I’m doing it.” Ivan smiles as he peppers kisses across my chest. His hand moves up to grasp and gently massage my breast. The feel of his lips on my body sends sparks shooting straight into my core.
“Think you can take me again this morning, lyubimaya?” he asks before wrapping his lips around one of my nipples and sucking gently.
“Yes,” I reply letting out a moan.
Ivan takes that as his cue to move lower down my body and towards my core. He spreads my thighs wide, putting me on full display for him.
“Fuck, Emma. If I touch you, will you be wet for me?” he asks with a low growl.
“Yes,” is all I can get out before I feel Ivan’s tongue lick my pussy in one long stroke.
“Fuck me, you are delicious,” he says before latching his lips around my clit and sucking on it like he’s taking a long pull from a cigarette. He alternates between flicking my clit with his tongue and licking me like a popsicle.
When Ivan inserts a finger inside me, my back arches off the bed and I moan. He watches me as he pumps a finger inside me while keeping his thumb circling my clit. A warm feeling starts building in my core and rising higher.
Ivan inserts a second finger into my pussy, and my back arches again. My hips gain a mind of their own, and start moving in time with Ivan’s fingers as he fucks me.
“That’s it, Emma. Ride my fingers and get that pussy ready for me,” he growls as he increases his pace.
Ivan replaces his thumb on my clit with his mouth, and with one lick, I’m done for.
I tumble over the edge into bliss, the orgasm spreading down my body and making my toes curl.
Ivan eats me like I’m the last thing he'll ever enjoy, licking and sucking up every bit he can of my release while my walls flutter around his fingers.
He continues pumping his fingers inside me until I come down from my high, then puts them in his mouth to suck them dry while I watch.
“Such a good girl, Emma. You came so beautifully for me,” he says.
“I want to feel you inside me, Ivan. Please,” I beg him.
Ivan reaches over to the side table for the bottle of lube we used last night.
He squirts some onto his fingers and then presses them to my pussy, tracing my entrance and stimulating my clit again.
He pushes two fingers into me again, making sure that my entrance is ready for him.
Ivan squirts more lube into his hand and I watch as he strokes himself from root to tip, precum already beading at the top.
“Are you ready?” Ivan asks as he notches himself at my entrance.
I nod, and Ivan gently pushes himself inside me. Groans of pleasure escape both of us. It takes two thrusts for Ivan to fully seat himself inside me, holding himself still so I can get used to the feeling.
“You are so fucking warm and tight,” he tells me, desperately trying to hold in his control.
I grasp his shoulders and pull him down for a kiss. Ivan starts moving, pumping into me slowly and with purpose.
We find a perfect rhythm, my hips meeting his thrusts. He places my legs over his shoulders, and I feel him going deeper than he did last night. Ivan’s pace increases as he places his thumb on my clit, rubbing in circles while his thrusts become deeper and harder.
“You’re getting close, Emma. I can feel it. Come for me, baby,” he says. The sound of his voice is all it takes to finish sending me over the edge.
I scream his name as I come, the orgasm slamming into me and spreading across my entire body. Ivan follows right behind me, grunting and moaning my name in response.
He collapses on the bed next to me, pulling me close, my head resting on his shoulder. We’re both breathing heavily, trying to get air into our lungs.
“That was amazing,” I finally manage to say.
“You take me so perfectly,” Ivan replies, placing a kiss on my forehead.
“I’m glad,” I say, sighing happily. I pause before I ask, “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“How many other women have you had in this bed?” I blurt out. I feel a little embarrassed, but I’m still curious enough to ask the question.
“No other woman has spent the night in my bed,” Ivan replies, looking down into my face.
“None?” I ask him suspiciously.
“No. Other. Woman,” he says, enunciating each word to get his point across. “No other woman I’ve been with has meant enough to bring to my bed.” Ivan kisses me as if to reinforce his point.
“Oh,” I say back, thinking about just how many women that could have been. Ivan is more experienced than I am.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous. Don’t think of those other women. They don’t matter. You do,” Ivan tells me.
“I’m not jealous,” I deny. Maybe I am, but I’ll never admit to it.
“Good.” Ivan glances at his phone and notices the time. “I have some business to take care of,” he tells me as he pushes up from the bed. “I want you to take the credit card and go shopping. Anywhere you want to go. Igor will drive you today, and you will also have two other bodyguards with you.”
“Okay,” I tell him.
“First, we take a shower. Let’s go.” Ivan smiles and takes my hand, leading me into the bathroom and starting the water in the shower.
Not much washing happens since we start making out as soon as we’re both inside the shower. Then Ivan ends up taking me one more time against the wall, this time from behind.
Two hours later, Ivan and I have shared breakfast, and he’s in his office, taking care of whatever real estate business he needs to complete today.
Mrs. Ivanova made pancakes and bacon, and I help her clean up the kitchen. We chat about Ivan, and she gives me some insight into his personality and family that she’s learned over the years.
I’m excited that Ivan is letting me go shopping on my own so long as Igor, my new bodyguard, drove and I took extra bodyguards. I’m okay with that since it lets me get out of the house. I need to return my library books, anyway.
The ride into Boston is quiet. These bodyguards are not the most talkative of the bunch, and it feels awkward to carry on a conversation with Igor when two other people are in the car that I haven’t met before.
Igor pulls up to the Boston Public Library and walks with me inside to return my books while the other two guards stay with the car. I peruse the new book arrivals and select one before collecting my reserved books from the check-out desk.
“Where to now, Ms. Murphy?” Igor asks as we’re walking back to the car.
“It’s okay to call me Emma,” I reply with a chuckle.
“Boss says otherwise.”
“You’re no fun,” I tell him, then pout before smiling. “Can you take me to the farmer’s market at Haymarket?”
“Yes, Ms. Murphy.”
“One of these days you’ll call me Emma,” I tell him. Igor pulls away from the curb and heads east towards Haymarket.
He finds a parking spot quickly, and we get out, leaving one bodyguard behind to watch the car while the rest of us walk among the vendors that are set up. Igor walks beside me, staying close while also scanning the crowd for anything suspicious while the third bodyguard follows behind us.
Haymarket is a pretty cool farmer’s market. I’ve been here a couple of times when it aligned with my work schedule, and have always come away with good produce at some really great prices. The vendors are pretty fun to talk to, and they really know their stuff.
I’m at a vendor stall waiting for my purchase to be bagged up when I notice a familiar face walking towards me.
“Patrick!” I call out as he approaches. “It’s good to see you.” I smile and lean in for a quick and friendly hug.
“It’s good to see you, too, Emma. I haven’t seen you around the building in a while,” he says.
“I’ve temporarily relocated. I’m hoping to be back soon,” I tell him. Igor looks like he’s about ready to pounce on the guy, but I give him a look and a gesture, asking him to back off just a little. I don’t see Patrick as a threat, and he shouldn’t either.
“Care to take a walk with me?” Patrick asks.
“Sure.” I look back at Igor and he gives the smallest of nods while also telling me with his face that he’s coming, too. I wouldn’t expect any less from him.
“So how have you been?” Patrick asks as he puts his hands in his pockets. We start walking in the direction of William Carmen Park and its green space.
“I’ve been okay. It’s been a little difficult to adjust since Gran died, but I’m doing my best,” I tell him. “What about you?”
“My condolences for your loss,” he replies. “Business has been picking up for me. It looks like I may be getting a promotion soon.”
“That’s great, Patrick. I’m really happy for you.” We cross the street and start walking down the pathway in the park.
“Yeah, I think so. There’s just one more project I have to wrap up, and my boss says the promotion is mine,” he tells me.
“What kind of project are you working on?” I ask him. We stop at a bench and sit down.
“I can’t really go into details about it. However, my boss has directed me to bring in one last key player to finalize everything,” Patrick explains.
“Well that should be pretty easy. From what I know of you, you’re pretty good at getting people to do what you want them to,” I tell him.
“Exactly, Emma, and that’s why you’re coming with me to meet my boss.” Patrick reaches out for my arm and grabs it tightly.
“Patrick, what are you doing?” I ask him, trying to remove my arm from his grasp. I look for Igor to help, and notice that he is laying on the ground a few feet away, the third bodyguard I came with standing over him.
“I told you, I’m taking you to meet my boss,” Patrick says as he stands from the park bench.
“I’m not going anywhere with you. Let me go,” I demand, trying to shake off his grip.
“No can do, Emma. My boss has business with you, and you’re coming with me,” he says as he starts pulling me towards the road. “Ivan won’t be able to help you right now, either.”
“What did you do to Igor?” I look behind me at Igor’s form on the pathway. I hope to goodness he’s still breathing, because I can’t see him moving from here.
“Oh, he’ll recover. Just a little prick to help him relax.” A sinister smile crosses Patrick’s face.
“Don’t do this, Patrick, please.”
I look back at the guard who was walking with Igor.
He’s now walking towards us while scanning the area to make sure we aren’t being watched too closely.
A car pulls up to where we are, and I recognize it as the car I’ve been riding in this morning.
Patrick opens the door and pushes me into the backseat.
“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to stay calm but failing miserably.
“You’ll find out. Now shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you.”
I do as he says, my mind racing with possible outcomes of this situation. I thought Patrick was just a friendly neighbor. How long has he been planning this?
I have no idea where we’re going as the car pulls away from the park. Patrick pulls out a phone and makes a call to someone that I assume is his boss, letting him know that I’ve been picked up and we’re on our way.
“Ivan, help me,” I say under my breath as I finger the tracking bracelet on my wrist.
I look out the window as we drive away, not knowing what’s coming for me when we stop.