10. Artem #2
I stroke it slowly from base to tip, and her eyes never leave my hand. Watching her look at my cock hungrily is going to push me over the edge too quickly. I groan louder as I move my hand faster on my cock, close to releasing.
“You want to know what I’m imagining?” I ask huskily, and she can’t even respond like she’s hypnotized. “I want to flip you over and fuck that—”
Fuck . . .
I have to stop and breathe, slowing my pace before I cum too fast.
“I’d fuck that bratty little pussy of yours until you were begging me to stop. But you won’t mean it, will you?” I ask as I use my free hand to hold her hair tightly, keeping her head in place.
“You act up because you want me to fuck you like that, don’t you? You want me to punish you?” I’m getting too close, and her thighs writhing and rubbing together under me are driving me insane.
“Be good and open that pretty mouth,” I demand gently, and she keeps it shut. I chuckle, moving my hand from her hair to chin, pulling her mouth open from the side like a fish-hook.
“God, fuuuck,” a deep guttural moan escapes as I finally hit the edge and watch as my cum starts to cover her perfect face.
She looks perfectly marked by me. Her eyes look up to mine, and I nearly fucking collapse. She didn’t even touch me and she has me weak.
“This is how I want you to look all the time,” I say, my chest still rising and falling quickly.
I take my thumb out of her mouth and run it down her face before I put it in her mouth. She obliges and swallows everything that went in her mouth, sucking on my thumb. I smirk confidently, and then she fucking bites down. I wince and quickly bring my thumb back, and she smiles.
I stand up from the bed, and she thinks I’m going to release her after her little stunt. I close my pants up again and go to leave the room.
“Uh, hello!”
I turn my head with a grin as I look back at her. “Get yourself out, solnishko. Bad girls don’t get nice.”
“You fucki—” I close the door behind me before she can finish. I head downstairs, fixing my collar and tucking my button-up back neatly into my pants.
“Where is Giselle? Is she alive?” Roman asks casually, as he looks down at the book he’s reading.
“Perfectly healthy,” I say smoothly as I run a hand over my hair to fix it as I go grab a whiskey bottle.
“What happened to your belt?” Maxim asks, and I chuckle.
“It’s busy.” He gives me a confused look and I pour myself a glass.
It isn’t too long after we’re all relaxing in the den that I hear her stomping down the steps.
“Ah, there’s your belt,” Maxim quips as she comes in holding it. She still had some of my cum in her hair, and she had no idea.
“You dick! What if I couldn’t have gotten out? You were just going to leave me there?”
“I knew you would eventually.”
She lets out an exasperated groan. “You know what?”
She starts, and I turn to look at her, resting my head on my hand. I can’t help but admire how she looks. She’s always beautiful, but the way she looks after I’ve riled her up is just . . .
“I didn’t enjoy any of that, and if you didn’t have me restrained, I would’ve bit your fucking dick off!”
She tosses the belt at me across the room and storms back out.
“Was that . . .?”
“Mind your business, Maxim.” I smirk to myself again, swirling the whiskey in the glass.
“I wish you were staying longer, Mama,” Maxim says.
“I’m sure I’ll be back soon, if the rest of you could follow in your brother’s footsteps at least before I die.”
“Lord, Mama, don’t say that,” I say, sighing. “You’re not going anywhere.”
My father walks into the entryway with a couple rolling bags, and he sets them next to the door.
“Oy, there she is!” My mother excitedly awaits Giselle as she comes down the steps to say goodbye.
“Sorry, I had a late start this morning,” Giselle says as she goes to hug my mother back.
Seeing her with my mother makes me feel at ease. I just wanted her to be able to go back to Russia without worrying so much about us here.
“Artem, Giselle, may I speak with you two in the kitchen before I go?” my father asks.
I see Giselle’s face pale, and I take her upper arm and lead her into the kitchen with my father.
“I got a very interesting call from Moroz last night,” he says, and I see her look down as her lips part slightly.
It’s strange seeing her timid, like she’s uncomfortable.
“Artem, do I even want to know what this was about?”
“I already spoke to them about fixing the damage to their driveway and the grass, it was my fault.”
I see her look towards me when I take the blame.
“You blew up your car from inside the home?”
I can see her about to speak up when he looks at me, so I put my hand on her back.
“I had combustible materials from the latest shipment inside of the car that I forgot to transport to the warehouse. There must have been a gas leak or some sort of electrical issues in my car that started it. It won’t happen again.”
My father eyes Giselle and I, and I can see the anger swirling in his eyes. “See that it doesn’t. Just because I’m not in the country doesn’t mean I don’t have the power still to give your position over to Roman. I’m sure he’s eagerly awaiting your next fuck-up.”
I didn’t expect him to expose this side of himself to Giselle at all. He did a good job acting for as long as he could though.
He knows she had something to do with it, or he would’ve kept her out of it. He wanted this to be a warning to her, through me. He’s only going along with my story this time, but I know he wouldn’t if something like this happened again.
“Yes, sir.”
“And this right after the missing cargo? You think this is fucking acceptable? I didn’t plan to bring this up, I was going to wait until you’ve settled into your marriage,” he spits the word out like venom, while flickering his eyes towards Giselle.
“But you’re embarrassing this family with these careless mistakes. You think the men will respect a little boy who doesn’t know how to run the operations properly?”
“You can’t—” I grab the back of her neck, trying to silence her. I see his eyes meet hers with disgust, but back at me once she stops.
“Yes, sir,” I mutter again. He nods with his jaw clenched, looking at Giselle with dark eyes before he stalks out of the kitchen.
“What the hell Artem? Why would you let him—”
“Did we not discuss you not fucking undermining me?”
She searches my eyes, finding only disdain.
“This is my family, my shit to deal with, you stay the hell out of men’s business. How many times have I told you to not involve yourself where you don’t belong?”
“You know what, fuck you and your family, which I thought I was a part of now, but I see that I was wrong,” she says, looking hurt but masking it with anger as she storms out of the room.
She can hate me all she wants, but I couldn’t have let her talk back to my father the way she does to me. If she had an outburst, he wouldn't have hesitated to hurt her. I’ve let her get away with too much, and she’s not realizing the real danger that exists outside of our dynamic.
I’ve dealt with my father’s wrath my entire life—I can endure some more of it for her. Why does she not see why the fuck I do everything that I do? She hates my control over her, she hates how I constantly force things to go my way, and doesn’t even realize that I’m the one protecting her.
She doesn’t even notice how coddled she’s been her entire life.
She’s always thought that she just knows everything and that she can handle anything life throws at her, and she’s wrong.
She grew up living an easy life, with a family who took care of her and worried for her constantly.
She never had that weight on her shoulders.
If she had grown up the way that we had all been brought up, just maybe she’d get it.
Her father never beat her for disobeying, never forced her to kill someone as a child, never had to watch him hit her brother or mother, and he never made her let go of the dead body of the one she loved and leave them behind like they were trash.
I’ve tried all these years to show her what could happen to her if she isn’t careful, but I think in doing it, she’s just become determined to push her way through any dangerous situation she pleases without thinking of the consequences.
This is exactly why I know that her staying here with me like this will only end badly.