by Harley Wylde
She nibbled on her lower lip and looked up at me. “Why don’t you take control?”
I slid my hand into her hair, gripping it tight. “You liked it when I did that in the car? Made you take all of me?”
“Yeah. I did.”
“Hands behind your back, kitten. And keep them there or I’ll tie your wrists.”
Her breath hitched and her eyes dilated. She quickly obeyed. Fuck but she was beautiful! I didn’t know how I’d gotten so damn lucky.
“Part those pretty lips, kitten.” She dropped her jaw a little and I gripped my cock, smearing pre-cum across her lips. “Lick it off.”
Her tongue darted out to lap her upper lip, then her lower one. Jesus. That made me even harder.
“Open wider,” I said, my voice getting gruff the more turned on I got. When she lowered her jaw more, I slid my cock between her lips. I used short, slow strokes, working my way deeper. Tipping her head back, it let me slide in even more. Soon I was bumping the back of her throat. “Ready to learn something new?”
She hummed around my cock.
“Relax your throat so you can take more of me.” It took a few tries, but eventually she took all of me. I fucked her mouth, taking my time, drawing it out as much as I could. Thrusting deep, I held still. “Swallow, kitten.”
She couldn’t do it at first. Nor the second or third time she tried. Eventually, she managed, and it felt fan-fucking-tastic. It didn’t take long before she caught on. I used fast, hard strokes, then slid deep and held still. She’d swallow each time I did that, then I’d start fucking her mouth again. When my balls drew up, I knew I was close. So fucking close.
“I’m gonna come, kitten. You going to be good and swallow like last time?”
She did that humming thing again and I couldn’t hold back another second. I took what I wanted, what I needed, and unloaded jet after jet of cum into her mouth. She managed to swallow more of it this time, then licked up the mess when she was finished.
“Damn, baby girl. That was fucking hot.”
She grinned, but still didn’t move. Her hands were still behind her back. It thrust her breasts out and the hard peaks of her nipples were poking through her shirt. I reached down and pinched first one, then the other, making her moan.
There was a knock at the door and throat cleared. “Um, Sarge. Not to interrupt or anything, but there’s a package that was just delivered. I didn’t know where you wanted it, so I left it near the front door.”
“That’s fine. Finish painting that damn room, Dalton.”
“On it!” I heard his steps move quickly back to Theo’s room.
“It seems we’re going to have a lot of fun after they’re gone,” I said. “But my kitten is hurting, aren’t you?”
She nodded.
“Need to come?” I asked.
“Please.” She licked her lips. “I want to come.”
“Only one way you’re coming right now.” I pointed to my dick. “Get it hard again.”
She eagerly took my cock back into her mouth, sucking and licking. It didn’t take much for me to get hard again. I pulled free, then shoved my pants and underwear down past my knees before kneeling in front of her. Reaching for her, I unfastened her pants and worked them down as far as they could go in this position. Then I turned her around and pressed her chest down to the floor.
“Keep those hands behind your back.” I gripped her wrists with one hand.
“I can’t spread my legs,” she said.
“Don’t need you to.” I teased her pussy, feeling how wet she was. It seemed she liked sucking my cock. I eased inside her, taking my time so I wouldn’t hurt her. With her legs trapped by her pants and her thighs still together, she hugged my dick even tighter than before. “So fucking good, baby girl. You okay? Not hurting?”
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
I gripped her hip and thrust in hard and fast. “Like that, kitten? Tell me what you want?”
“I-I want… I want…”
“You want a hard fucking? You want it soft and sweet?”
“Hard. I want it hard!”
I chuckled and smacked her ass before taking hold of her hip again. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I drove into her, slamming my dick deep with each stroke. It was almost like I was possessed. It was a fucking, pure and simple. But more than that, I was going to fill her hot little pussy with as much cum as I could tonight. I might not have wanted a family, but the thought of Katya having my kid did things to me, brought out a beast I hadn’t realized was buried inside.
“Oh, God! I’m going to come! Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she yelled.
I had no doubt the Prospects heard everything, and right then, I didn’t give a shit. Let them listen. It wasn’t like they were watching me fuck her.
“That’s it, kitten. Take it. Take everything I give you.”
I grunted as my cock twitched and jerked. Katya screamed out her release right about the same time I started filling her up. I ground against her ass, keeping my cock inside her, even after the last drops of cum had spurted into her wet pussy. I pushed deeper.
“This pussy mine?” I asked.
“Yes, only yours.”
I ran my hand down the cheek of her ass. “And this ass?”
“Yours too. All of me is yours and only yours. I don’t want anyone else.”
“Good answer because you can’t have anyone else. Another man puts his dick anywhere near you and I’ll fucking kill him. Then I’ll tie you down and fuck you until you remember that you’re mine.”
She glanced at me over her shoulder. “That’s not exactly a deterrent. You realize that, right? Because that sounds like a good time to me. Well, not the killing part.”
“You want to be tied up again?”
“I liked it.”
“Good. Except this time, I’m tying your ankles too. You’ll be spread open and unable to do a damn thing except come over and over.”
Her gaze strayed to the wall. “Think they’re done yet?”
“We’re done!” Hunter yelled through the wall. “And we’re leaving. Thirty seconds and you’ll be the only ones here. Pepper came back, grabbed some stuff, heard way more than she liked, and took off like her ass was on fire. Doubt she’s stopping back by tonight.”
I heard the bedroom door to Theo’s room shut and a moment later heard the front door open and close. It looked like the kitchen would have to wait because now I really wanted to open that damn box and have some fun. And anyone who disturbed us was going to incur my wrath.
Chapter Nine
Katya
Sarge hadn’t been lying about tying me down. He had my wrists secured at either side of the mattress, and had spread my legs, tying my ankles as well. I was wide open and completely at his mercy. It wasn’t fear that made my heart skip a beat, but anticipation. I didn’t know what was in the box, but the heated look in his eyes told me enough. Whatever he’d bought, I was going to like it. A lot.
He held up a blindfold and arched an eyebrow, and I nodded. I’d read that it could heighten the senses when one was taken away. If I couldn’t see what he was doing, maybe it would feel even more intense.
His lips brushed my cheek as he covered my eyes. “Trust me, kitten?”
“With my life.”
“I do anything you don’t like, you tell me. But for complete transparency, if you tell me to stop and I can tell you’re close to coming, I’m going to make you come first. Pain is one thing, but I won’t let you avoid pleasure, no matter how extreme it might be.”
He shifted, moving away from me. He’d carried the box into the bathroom while I undressed and I’d heard him running the sink. When he’d come back, he’d told me that he’d washed and prepped everything. I still didn’t have a clue what he’d bought, but I was more than ready to find out.
“You like me playing with your ass, didn’t you? Liked getting fucked there?” he asked.
“You know I did.”
> I heard something snick, then felt something cold and wet on his fingers as he rubbed them down my pussy.
“Lift your hips, kitten.”
I struggled to obey and was rewarded with him rubbing his fingers between my ass cheeks. He eased a finger into me, working it in and out a few times, before adding a second one. Then he pulled away. A moment later, something slightly large and freezing cold pressed there.
“Lance! It’s cold!” I yelped as he pressed it inside me. “Wh-what is it?”
I heard a click, and then whatever it was started vibrating. I gasped and my back arched. Holy shit! It felt amazing. He never did tell me what he’d put inside me, but I’d told him that I trusted him, and I did. I heard something else that made a whirring noise, then something hard vibrated against my clit. “Oh, God! It’s too much!”
“No, it’s not. Remember what I said?” he asked.
“Th-that you’d only stop for pain, and not pleasure?”
“Right.” He used his fingers to spread me open more, then worked the toy against the hard bud. I wanted to cry it felt so good and so… so… I yanked at the ropes, needing to move away while wanting to get closer. A sob welled in my throat and tears leaked from my eyes as I came so damn hard. And he didn’t back off even a little. “That’s it, kitten. Keep coming for me. Soak this fucking bed.”
I was powerless to do anything but obey. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. Suddenly, the toy was gone and I felt Sarge shift away from me. Something circled my nipples and I thrust my breasts up. It was soft and almost tickled. He did it again, circling twice, then flicking whatever it was across the hard peaks, first one, then the other. I cried out, my pussy clenching with need.
“So responsive,” he murmured.
He replaced the object with his mouth, sucking and licking, then rubbing his beard against my sensitive skin. While he teased my nipples, he put the other toy back against my clit. The sensations were incredible, and almost more than I could handle.
“Lance, please. I can’t! I just… I can’t.”
“You seem to like using that mouth for all the wrong things, like saying you won’t take the pleasure I’m giving you. Maybe I should give you something else to do with it?” I sucked in a breath. “I’d much rather come in your pussy, but keep it up and my dick is going back between those sassy lips.”
“Oh, God. Lance, I… I need you.”
“We have all night, kitten,” he said softly. “All. Night.”
I was both looking forward to it and dreading it. Would I survive? Was there such a thing as coming too much? I had a feeling I was going to find out.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy, come inside you, and then I’m going to get you off again and again. When you think you can’t take any more, I’ll fuck you again.” He placed his lips by my ear. “There’s a reason I wanted to tie you down.”
“Why?” I asked.
He settled his body over mine and thrust deep with one stroke. I moaned at how amazing it felt to have him in my pussy and the toy in my ass. So full! He stroked in and out a few times, then kissed me hard.
“Why?” he asked. “Because I’m going to fuck every bit of cum into you that I can manage between now and morning.”
I tried to process his words, but I was already coming again, and my brain was on overload. I felt the heat of his release, and noticed he hadn’t gotten any softer. He started stroking in and out of me again.
“I’m going to fuck a baby into you, kitten. You’re mine, this pussy is mine, your ass, all of you, remember? It’s what you told me. And if you’re mine, then I’m yours, and what better way to celebrate that than to create something together? A little part of you and a part of me?”
“Oh, Lance.” I sighed. “You didn’t have to tie me down for that.”
“Want me to release you?”
“No. I didn’t say I didn’t like being tied down, just that I’d have agreed to have a baby with you. Ropes weren’t required.” I smiled. “They’re just a bonus.”
“Fuck it. I think I’ve already fallen, kitten. I love you. I don’t give a shit that we’ve only known each other for two damn days. The second I saw you hit that Prospect, I knew.”
“I want your baby, Lance. I want everything with you.”
“Then you’ll have it.” He kissed me again, taking me harder and faster. We came at the same time, but he was far from done with me. By morning, I knew my pussy and ass would be sore, but I didn’t care. It was a small price to pay for the wildest most incredible night of my life.
He spent the next two hours making me scream his name as he used one toy after another to make me come. He came inside me three times, his cum leaking down my thighs, before I told him I couldn’t take much more. I really did need a break, and I knew he probably did too, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
“One more, kitten.”
“One more,” I agreed.
He untied me and flipped me onto my stomach. Gently, he pulled the vibrator from my ass and switched it off. I still had my blindfold on and decided to leave it. I gripped the sheets and waited with bated breath for whatever he had in mind next. His hands gripped me, pulling my ass cheeks apart. I felt the head of his cock press against me, and then he was sinking into my ass.
I groaned and buried my face in the mattress. He slid a hand under my belly, lifting me higher and changing the angle. When he slid all the way in, tingles went down my spine. Using his fingers, he worked my clit while he stroked in and out. I didn’t know if he could even come again, or if I could for that matter. I felt wrung out and exhausted.
“Come for me, kitten. Give me one more orgasm. Let me feel that ass squeeze my dick.”
“I don’t know if I can.” My words were muffled against the bed, but he must have heard me. His fingers left my pussy and I heard one of the toys turn on again. He pressed it to my clit and I bucked and twisted beneath him. Sarge only laughed and took me harder.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take it.” He rubbed the toy faster against the hard bud and I came apart. I was crying I came so hard, and I felt his release as he thrust twice more. My body twitched and trembled. He moved the toy against my clit a few more times, and I came again even if it was just a small orgasm. He turned it off and I heard it thump on the mattress. Slowly, he pulled his cock from my ass and I groaned at how tender I was. My nipples, pussy, and ass felt very well used, but if he asked to do this again sometime, I’d agree in a second.
He tugged the blindfold off and smiled down at me. “Rest a minute, kitten. Going to run a bath for us.”
Sarge got off the bed and I heard him walk into the bathroom. Then I heard the water running. When he returned for me, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the tub. Instead of setting me down, he climbed over the side and sat, pulling me between his legs. I leaned back against his chest and closed my eyes, letting the hot water soothe me, but his presence did as well.
“Love you too,” I said softly. “Even if that sounds crazy.”
“I’m a Reaper, baby girl. Crazy is my specialty, especially when it comes to a pretty woman. Or rather the right woman. My brothers always said they knew when they met the only woman they’d want to fuck ever again. I hadn’t believed them, until you.”
“That’s all it is?” I asked, my lips barely moving as I fought to stay awake.
“No. Not with you.” He kissed my cheek. “Sometimes it’s fucking. But sometimes it’s making love. No reason we can’t do both.”
I hummed and placed my hand over his arm where he’d banded it across my waist. “For the record, if you knocked me up tonight and our kid one day asks where they came from, I’ll let you figure out how to tell them you tied Mommy to a bed and fucked her nearly into a coma.”
“I think we’ll just say they were dropped off by a stork. Seems easier.”
I snorted and smiled. I must have dozed off because the next time I opened my eyes, Sarge was lifting me from the tub and the water had cooled considerably. I st
ood on shaky legs while he dried me off, then dried himself. Even though I had pajamas now, I still preferred his shirts. I slipped one over my head, and decided to forgo panties. I was a bit too tender to want anything against my pussy right now.
We ordered pizza since the kitchen was still a wreck, watched some movies, and cuddled for hours. It was the best night of my life. Until my phone rang with a number I didn’t recognize. My hand shook as I reached for it, and I dropped it twice. Sarge took it from me and answered. The fierce look on his face worried me.
“Speak English, fucker,” Sarge said. His gaze shot to me. “What do you want with Katya?”
His expression cleared and he handed the phone to me. I held it to my ear, my heart hammering in my chest. “This is Katya.”
“You have questions about your mother?” a deep voice asked in Russian.
And that’s when I knew who had called. “Yes. This is Konstantin Bykov, isn’t it?”
I kept my answers in English so that Sarge would have some idea of what was going on. He was pacing the room, tension lines bracketing his mouth, and his eyes clouded with worry for me.
“What do you want, Miss Voronin? It was many years ago that I knew your mother. I’m not sure how I can help you now.”
I licked my lips. “Twenty-two years ago. Right?” There was a lengthy pause. So silent that I pulled the phone back to make sure he hadn’t hung up. “Mr. Bykov?”
Still nothing. I took a breath and held Sarge’s gaze. Did I dare?
“Father?” I asked, my voice soft and not as strong as I’d have liked.
There was some cursing on the other end of the line, then he cleared his throat. “Is that why you called, Katya? Did Voronin say something to make you think he’s not your father?”
“He said he whored my mother out to his friends, let them use her to further his position with the Bratva.” I swallowed hard. “He said you were with her for quite a while when you were younger. She became pregnant with me during that time. Please, I only want the truth. I want to know who I am.”
“Your mother was nearly ten years older than me, but she was stunning. When she smiled, it lit up the entire room. When Voronin was present, she was like a meek little mouse. Timid. Scared. But when it was just the two of us? Ah… now those times I got to see the true woman I was falling for.”