by Kresley Cole
Was I curious? Of course. But I didn't think I was ready to give up all control. "I'm not sure."
"You have a safe word," he said, but his tone held a challenge, as if he dared me not to use it. "You'll either say it, or you'll surrender to me."
I tore my gaze from his face and glanced out the window. "Why are we headed toward my apartment?"
"I want to see where you live."
Just in case, I'd stowed anything grift-y, and I'd told my family it was off limits. "My place is lame."
He brought our foreheads together in that way I loved. It made me feel connected to him. Too connected. "You won't be there much longer, Vika." Because he wanted to do something about my living situation!
"If you're so determined to tie me up, you should know I'm fresh out of bondage gear."
"You'd be surprised what I could improvise with. All I need is a scarf, maybe a couple of belts. I'm sure someone with your interest in clothes will have the items I require."
"If not for sex, then why would you want to tie me up?"
"To get to the dessert I truly crave." His cock pulsated beneath me.
I just stopped myself from rubbing my ass against it. "What exactly does that mean?"
He held my gaze as he rasped, "That means I am going to kiss your wet little pussy until your thighs tremble and you drench my tongue. I won't stop until you scream for me."
I swallowed. Despite my misgivings, I was so torn.
Because part of me desperately needed a screaming orgasm from this man.
Then reality returned. "I told you I wasn't interested."
"Denying me again? Why?"
My cheeks heated as I admitted, "I can't come from oral sex."
"Not all of your blushes are the same. I'm going to learn every one." He reached up and began to pull pins from my hair.
"I'm serious, Dmitri." I jutted my chin. "Statistically, I'm not alone."
"You say you can't simply because you never have before?" As he unbraided my hair, his watchful gaze followed the movements of his hands. I got the impression he'd never freed a woman's hair before, and wanted to get it right.
"After the last two nights, do I believe you could make oral sex feel amazing? Absolutely. But I'm just not built to orgasm from it. The average woman takes twenty minutes to come like that, and I'm not average."
"You are in no way average, moy angel." Another braid loosened.
"Which means I would be stressed out because you would be down there wearing out your tongue and inwardly cursing my name. So when would you call it a defeat? We could set a timer."
Once he'd unbound my hair, he ran his fingers through it. "I see what the problem is."
"What's that?"
He leaned in to murmur at my ear, "You believe I would be eating you out for your pleasure instead of for mine."
CHAPTER 17
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I hadn't said my safe word when he'd pressed me back naked in my bed. I'd remained silent as he'd used a scarf to tie my wrists to the headboard.
But now, when he snapped one of my leather belts, I was tempted to scream, "Cognac!"
"I don't know about this." So why was my voice so throaty?
"You know your choices." Still dressed, he stalked around the bed, his eyes dark and fierce, like an animal surveying a meal it was about to devour.
I had called him a beast just two nights ago. Felt like ages had passed.
When he licked his lips, I shivered and my nipples puckered tighter.
His predator's gaze locked on them, noting my response. "Your body wants more. Safe word or surrender. One or the other."
Fucking Russki. In the club, I hadn't known what I was getting into, but now I did. Refusing to flinch, I followed his gaze from my aching breasts to my hair fanning out, then to my eyes, to my lips. Back to my breasts, before dipping lower . . .
"Bend your knees and bring your heels up against your ass."
"We can do other things, Dmitri," I said, though I'd brought my heels up.
He wrapped my braided belt around the middle of my thigh and my shin, securing one leg in a bent position. "Nyet. You said I'd inwardly curse your name? You'll outwardly curse mine. Understand me, Vika, I will kiss you for as long as I like." Then he secured my other leg with a second belt. "If you come without permission, I will keep tonguing you with no care for how sensitive you'll be."
Though this sounded titillating, I wasn't sold. My head fell to the side, and I sighed. I should just fake it.
Brett had gone down on me one night early in our relationship, and I'd known it wasn't in the cards, but he'd kept trying, so I'd faked it.
And he'd still massaged his jaw and waggled it with an adorable grin that had made me feel awful. Sex shouldn't hurt.
Dmitri Sevastyan was a mark; why should I care how he felt? "You can still back out."
"I've made sure you cannot." He'd bound me tight as hell.
I couldn't believe I was doing this. Or, rather, that he was doing this to me.
"Unless you use your safe word," he added. "Otherwise I won't relent until you've come so many times I pity your tender pussy."
"You expect multiple times?"
"The only thing I expect of you this night is your submission." He sat beside my waist, facing my feet, stretching a possessive arm over my torso.
His fingers brushed over my mound. "Never remove this light hair of yours. It drives me wild." He ogled me so close I could feel his breaths. "Let your legs fall wide. Show me where you're wet."
Face heating, I . . . did. I had to bite back a moan when my damp labia parted for him.
He bit out, "You are exquisite. I'm going to learn every inch of you."
The idea of his eyes on me, roaming over my most secret place, made my spread pussy quiver.
He must have seen it because he gave a rumbling groan. "You need to do as I say, don't you?"
Yes. My nipples were so hard, my areolas were raised. My breaths had shallowed. I felt myself getting even wetter, my folds swelling. "I'm trusting you with this."
"Your trust humbles me, Vika." He sat up on the bed and removed his jacket, tossing it onto my cheap office chair.
Would I finally see him naked?
He bent to remove his shoes; I heard the creak of costly leather. When he stood, I watched his every movement in fascination.
His clothes were like art to me. He was art to me.
As he shrugged out of his shirt, I was treated to the sound and scent of its starchy crispness. The long lean muscles of his arms flexed as his broad chest was revealed.
My gaze drank him in. His pecs were rigid planes of muscle, his torso defined perfection. Just following the black trail of hair leading down from his navel had me rocking my hips.
He undid his belt and unzipped with fingers that looked masculine and rugged--especially with his busted knuckles--yet they'd played me like an instrument the night before.
His slacks whispered down his muscular legs, his buckle pinging as it hit the floor. His cock bulged in his gray boxer briefs, and sexy precum wetted the material. I could make out the shape of his piercing.
He pulled off those briefs, and his dick bobbed. Oh, my God. He stood before me naked, shoulders squared, letting me look. His body was a bonanza. His shaft jutted ramrod straight, the crown taut. His balls were large and looked in need of cupping. Would he like it if I gently tugged on them?
Or even, not so gently? My fingers clenched and unclenched.
He stalked beside the bed, looming over me. As I gazed up at him, his veined length pulsed so hard it jerked.
Oh my.
My, my, mine.
Seeing him like this made me a thousand times more aware of my bonds. I couldn't simply walk over and explore him, couldn't heft the weight of his big dusky balls or fondle his pecs. Couldn't follow that trail of hair below his navel--with my mouth.
I couldn't tongue his
piercing. I found myself licking my lips as I stared at it.
He caught me. "Again, you show me no mercy." He gripped his shaft. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes. I wish you'd just let me suck you."
He rested a knee on the side of the bed. "Perhaps afterward."
"How long will you do this before we call it?"
"Look at my cock. I'm this hard from mere anticipation. Watch my reactions if you want to know how long I'll do it." He leaned down and used the pierced head to rub one of my nipples.
I gasped, arching upward.
"Do you know how difficult it was to clean my cum off you the other night? I wanted my seed slathered on your tits, wanted you to wear my mark."
I whimpered.
He caressed my nipples, giving them light pinches. "I had to control myself. But not for much longer." And then what would happen? "We talked last night of getting things solidified. Tonight we will."
"What does that mean?"
He laid his faultless body beside me, one possessive hand covering a breast.
I couldn't touch him back. Could only lie back and . . . receive.
"It means you belong to me. You are mine."
Did he think I needed to be romanced? With lines? "Is that right? For how long?"
His gaze bored into mine.
I swallowed. "You're not saying what I think you're saying."
"I am saying for always."
To be with this mesmerizing god of a man forever? Then pesky reality caught up with me again. This guy wasn't a player; he was insane!
And he'd tied me up. It was dangerous to lead him on, to keep seeing him. When I broke things off with this obsessed Russian, would he be as bad as the cartel kingpin?
No. Dmitri might be obsessed, but I knew he would never hurt me.
I would hurt him, though.
He nuzzled a breast. "When you told me you never wanted to see me again, I barely stood it. Vika, I could not do it a second time."
Guilt twisted my chest.
He trailed kisses down my body. I tried to hold on to my remorse, but his warm, firm lips were melting it away. On his way down, he rubbed his cheek over my hip bone. When he moved his head between my bound legs, he stretched his big body perpendicular to mine so I could see that magnificent cock.
"You wanted to know how I hurt my hand?" As his palms glided up my thighs, he pressed a kiss above the binding on one of my legs. "Last night, you left me seething. I wasn't to see you again? To touch you? I repeatedly punched a fucking wall. Trying to feel anything but that emptiness."
"That's not right, Dmitri! Crazy . . ."
His hot breaths whispered across my upper thigh. "Never said I was sane." He nuzzled my outer lips.
"Oh!"
"No matter what I do to you tonight, remember one thing: this pussy belongs to me." He licked my labia, giving a groan of pleasure.
My thoughts scattered. "Oh, my God--"
I jerked against my restraints when he sucked on a lip. "Dmitri!" Then he nibbled that damp flesh! I could only whimper. He never neared my clit, just played with my lips, yet the mix of sensations already had me tripping closer to the edge . . . and he seemed to be just warming up.
"Prosto rai, angel." Sheer heaven. He was in love with this! As he feasted, his cock strained. With each visible throb, more precum beaded the slit.
I yearned for that length inside me. Needed to milk it with my body. I'd grown so wet my slickness had seeped down between my cheeks. My bound thighs trembled around his head. "What're you doing to me?" My voice sounded awed.
How could bondage feel so . . . freeing? I didn't have to do all the work. All I had to do was surrender.
"Trying to go slow." Lick. "To not devour you." Suck. "My luscious woman." He clenched my thighs with shaking hands, yet he kept a leisurely pace.
He planned to tease me like last night! If I ached any more for his cock, I'd go as crazy as he was. "You said I'd beg you for sex--I am! Please, Dmitri, please."
He groaned again. "And break my promise to you? You, who mean so much to me?"
Before I could register his words, he began flicking his tongue over my lips. "Ahhh!" I could almost feel those vibrations where I needed them most. "Then please lick me harder. Higher!"
"No, you're not to come yet. Not without my permission."
"Dmitri!" I was so close, couldn't stop undulating to his tongue. How quickly I'd gone from no oral sex to pretty please eat me raw!
He drew back to say, "Look at your hips rocking. You had better not disobey me."
I wanted to snatch the back of his head and grind my wetness against his mouth. "I can't take much more of this."
He leaned down until his breaths heated my clit. "Should I make you come? Bring off your needy . . . soaked . . . pussy?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Just those words in his sinful, accented voice . . . My head thrashed. "Going to come! Oh, oh, I'm close!"
"Nyet."
I cried, "Why?"
"I could be moved to mercy. But I don't think you're mindless enough yet. You'd have to convince me."
Again he controlled me. He'd taken ownership of my body, my mind. The thrall had me in its grip. "Mindless?" I raised my upper body so I could meet his eyes. I barely recognized my voice as I begged, "Please tongue my clit. It throbs so bad, I can't stand it! Lick it. Taste it."
His fingers bit into my thighs. "Would you prefer my tongue on your clit? Or in you?" With a husky groan, he licked right at my entrance--then he fucked it with his stiffened tongue.
Once my mind caught up with what my body was experiencing, I screamed. Shattered. "Oh, my God! YES!" My back arched like a bow, thighs closing around his ears as he licked me deep. . . .
But once I'd peaked, he kept going, ravenous. He spread me wide with both hands to lap up my cum.
I twisted beneath his mouth. "Too much! Too much, Dmitri!"
He ignored me! I tried to break his kiss, but he wasn't budging, too busy making a meal out of me.
I couldn't fight him, couldn't push him away, was helpless to do anything other than take the pleasure he forced on me. He'd warned me of this!
Finally, I surrendered to it.
To him.
Only then did he give me a reprieve. He nuzzled me again, his harsh breaths tickling my hypersensitive flesh.
My head fell back. "Oh, my God." I'd just come harder than ever before--from oral sex. And he hadn't even touched my clit.
There'd never been anything wrong with me. I was floating. I love you, Dmitri Sevastyan. Not really. Maybe. I couldn't.
My pussy is in love with your mouth and wants to get married.
He didn't sound as enamored of me when he said, "You neither asked for, nor received my permission to come."
Weirdly, I wasn't satisfied. I needed more. I leaned up. "You wanted me mindless--I am!" I didn't care about the mixed signals I was giving. I didn't care about anything but sex with this man. "Please fuck me." I'd had a sampling of his fingers and tongue. What could he do with his entire body?
"You'd hate me afterward." He pressed a loving kiss to one of my thighs.
His emotions were only heightening this already mind-blowing experience. My hips decided to roll for him.
"Look at you offering up your pussy to me. How could I not want to possess you for my own?" He tilted his own hips, showing off his mouthwatering shaft. "I'm about to spill without a single touch. Watch my cock when I make you come next."
"Next?"
"Uh-huh. At least two more times like this." His tongue returned to my slit.
"Ahhh!" I jolted as much from sensation as from realization. He really was going to do it. . . .
My world diminished until all I knew was his tongue. The flat of his tongue, the sides of it, the tip.
The frenzy in me built once more. "Don't torture me again!"
"Do you want me to kiss your clit now?"
"PLEASE!" I twisted frantically.
"Though you don't deserve it . . ." He engu
lfed my bud with his mouth.
Suction? He was sucking on my--
"YES!" I screamed my release. "Fuck, fuck, YES, YES, YES!" My thighs shook, body writhing through another bone-melting climax.
But he kept nursing my bud, his groans vibrating it.
The staggering sensations only ramped up. The intensity mounted until I feared what would happen when I came. Would I black out?
Right when I was on the verge, he stopped sucking. "Your sweet little clit couldn't be more swollen. Woman, it does throb."
"No more teasing, Dmitri!"
He sank his finger inside me, curling it as he'd done last night. "Tell me you belong to me."
Instinct whispered not to. He would take my words to heart, considering this some sort of real promise to him. "Let me come!"
"You will be mine, Vika." He worked in another finger. "Tell me you belong to me. Say the words."
Desperate, I told him, "I really, really, really think you should fuck me now."
"Nyet." He gave a hungry suck on my clit.
The more I lost control, the more I talked. "Then l-let me give you head. I need my mouth on your cock. Dmitri, untie me, and I'll suck it so good for you."
His voice sounded crazed as he bit out, "Would you swallow my cum?"
"Yes!" I craved to take him down. Needed to be as wicked as he was. Comprehension: I crave his cum.
"Say the words!" His brows drew together in pain. "And I'll give it to you."
My fists clenched again. "Okay, okay! I belong to you."
"If you want to come again, say them like you mean them." Another brief suck.
My head thrashed. "I belong to you!"
"Again!" He licked and fingered me at the same time.
"I belong to you!"
"Tell me I own your body. No one else is ever to touch it but me."
I babbled something to that effect. The body he wanted to own was levitating.
"Who owns you?" A graze of teeth . . .
"You do! YOU DO!"
"Beg me for your orgasm." He sucked me hard--
Too late. "Oh, oh, GOD!" Just that command had set me off. I bulleted into yet another climax, screaming his name.
Sensation racked me, spasm after spasm . . . until I couldn't take it anymore. Still he licked, consuming me. "Please, no, PLEASE!" Need safe word! What was my--
"Cognac!"
With a growl of displeasure, Dmitri relented, drawing back. If he'd looked crazy before, now he appeared in agony and crazy, his amber eyes wild with lust. His dick was so engorged, the head was plumped up around that piercing.
As I leveled off, I wanted only one thing: my mouth on him. Between breaths, I said, "Untie me. Dmitri, I need to suck you off."