by Mia Barrett
“But you’re not asking me? Right?” I squirm out of his grip.
Frustrated with my tantrum, he helps me get the soap out of my hair and brings me into his embrace. “I will. This is just the beginning. Let me surprise you. But you’re not going to London, Zoe.”
“Actually, I need to go. I have a premiere. Don’t you remember?” I wrap my head in a towel and strut around my bathroom, naked.
My robe is somewhere around here. I’m just not sure where I left it.
I jump when I feel the snap of a towel on my ass. Looking behind, Ivan glowers from the shower door.
“You could have said that and spared us this argument.” He sneers.
“And you could have told me you liked me but wanted to wait. You felt bad for five minutes. Try a whole year.” I throw my towel at him and walk away.
“I’m going to London with you.” He pounces and carries me to bed.
I wiggle and pretend to put up a fight. I figured as much. “No. This is business. I’ll only be gone for a week.”
“I’m going.” He flips me over and spanks my ass.
“You just want to mark your territory.”
“It’s London. It’s Christmas time. And yes, I do.”
Chapter 19
Ivan
“You don’t seem upset by Gus and Lila.” The car ride back to the hotel is quiet. The premiere went well. Zoe’s performance was incredible. Gus did a good job. We’d seen him a few times earlier in the week and there appeared to be very little tension between he and Zoe. They’ve been friends for years, but I expected some awkward moments in my presence.
But there were none.
And then tonight, when Lila Sinclair joined him. Zoe didn’t bat an eyelash. Strange. No hint of jealousy whatsoever.
“I’m happy for him.” She remarks as the car stops. The hotel doorman helps her out, and I run around to the other side to join her.
We walk hand in hand, kiss in the elevator and exchange long looks of desire in the hallway leading up to the room. When the door closes, I attack.
“You were never with him, were you?” I peel off my jacket and throw it on the couch.
She casually slips off her heels and walks into the bedroom, unfazed by my question.
“Well?” I scold.
She shakes her head. “You made that assumption. I just went along with it.” She lies.
“I asked you, directly.” I follow her and start to undress.
“Did you?
I nod and curl my finger. “Come here.”
She shakes her head once. “It worked, didn’t it? Gus said you’d move your ass if you thought we were together. And you said yourself, you would have kept dragging it. So, I did us a favor.”
“How could you? This is deceitful.” I cross my arms and give her a look of disappointment. There’s nothing I can do. She’s right. It lit a fire. I wanted to tell her that night in Paris, but I may have taken longer to put things in motion. And we’re so happy now. In two week’s time, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
But this kind of thing can’t go unpunished.
“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. I regret it. You know I regret it. Please, forgive me.” She gazes at me while she undresses.
The words sound familiar. They don’t sound sincere. Just familiar.
My mouth falls open.
“Did you just use my own words against me? I meant every word I said.”
She nods. “Me too. I’m sorry I lied. Truly. I felt horrible. But I’m not sorry it brought us together. Are you?” She walks to me, stands on tiptoes and kisses my cheek.
“You’ll have to have to do better than that.” I grip her ass and squeeze it hard.
“Oh, I can do better. I can be so good. I’ll show you what a good girl I can be.”
I’m intrigued.
Pushing me into the chair, she straddles me and closes her mouth on mine. Her breath is warm, but her kiss is hot, blistering with years’ worth of passion. For having been a virgin, she knows how to love. I can’t get enough of her.
“Mr. Pavlenko, you’re such a talented director. I was wondering if you might have a part for me in your next movie?” She grips my shaft and rubs it between her legs.
It takes me a second to catch on. We’ve never played games but I’m up for anything with my girl. “I might have a part for you. The question is, what can you do for me?”
She smiles and slowly slides down my cock. When I push her down, she squeals with pleasure, rolling her hips as she takes it all the way. Holding her steady, I watch her bounce, gasping with every plunge. She’s a slave to the friction and gets better with every try.
“Please sir, let me show you what I can do.” While we kiss, her hips rise and fall on my lap, taking my cock faster. She’s relentless. I struggle to keep up. When she pulls my hair and guides my mouth to hers, I take over, devouring and feasting on her red lips.
“Show me, Zoe. Show me how bad you want it.” I grunt as she rocks and jerks with every plunge. Bucking her hips like a cowgirl, she’s magnificent. My living fantasy come true. But better.
“Come for me.” I spank her ass, urging her on, begging to feel her explode on my cock.
“You feel so good. Do I have the part?” She never breaks character. Wailing and writhing, she kisses me hard, crying as her body tenses, shuddering with ecstasy.
“You have whatever fucking part you want.” I kiss her slowly. When I thrust deep, as far as I'll go, she throws her head back and shatters.
“Thank you, Mr. Pavlenko. You were amazing.” She frames my face with her hands and kisses me.
She’s so fucking beautiful. And she’s mine. All mine.
She was right. We missed out on a year together.
I won’t miss anymore.
On our last day in London, we see the city together. We see the Christmas lights on Regent’s and Oxford Street, go shopping at Harrod’s and have high tea at the Savoy Hotel.
As always, we have fun.
In the afternoon, we go to Cartier. I bring it up and don’t give her much choice. I don’t need to wait months or years to know I want to marry Zoe Burton.
She’s the love of my life. She grew up in front of me and she turned out better than I ever imagined. It was kismet.
“Isn’t this a little too soon?” She giggles.
“Just put it on.” I narrow my eyes, grab her hand and slide it on her finger.
“Gee. Calm down. You caught me. No need to write your name all over me.” She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. “And yes, I’ll marry you, Ivan Pavlenko. PAVLENKO. I’ve been practicing your name since we met. I knew it would be mine one day.” She winks.
“Thank you, baby.”
“For what?” Her eyes widen.
“For making me catch you.”
“My pleasure, baby.”
Epilogue: Two Years Later
Zoe
I’m stunned. Absolutely stunned.
Ivan creeps up, stretching his chiseled torso over my battered body and caresses my breasts. Smiling wickedly, he takes a nipple into his mouth, twirling and lapping, tugging until I squirm and gasp in response.
“That was fucking amazing, baby.” He groans as he works his magic on my tits.
I shake my head. The shock is just beginning to wear off. I can't believe I came so hard. He’ll think his new over-the-top interpretation will be the new normal. “You went nuts, Ivan. My poor ass is throbbing. This is just a little game.” I call him out. I think he enjoyed it more than me.
He chuckles without remorse. “You should have never shared your dominating director fantasy. I’m just giving you what you want. I can’t help it if your big ass begged for some extra discipline.”
I gasp and push him away, but he curls me into his arms and molds me into his chest.
“You had a safe word. You never used it.” He whispers as he rubs my burning ass cheeks.
It’s true. It was too good to stop. Who knew he was such a good actor? But it was those l
ast few spanks that were particularly heavy-handed and by then, things were over. I tell him as much, but he doesn’t believe me.
What a brute.
We’ve been married two years. Our daughter, Lara just turned one and we’re considering trying for another soon. With her and possibly another little one in our near future, I'm still on temporary hiatus. Although, we’re based in New York, we travel everywhere with Ivan. Since we married, we’ve never been separated for more than three days. And since we had Lara, we make it a priority to keep everyone together. We’re miserable when we’re apart.
I’m not sure if I’ll return to acting. I’m only twenty-one. Ivan’s encouraged me to take a role in a film he’s developing, but I’m hesitant. It’s an ugly business and once I stepped out of it for a while, I learned to appreciate all the simple things I missed out on for so long. I don’t miss it. Not yet. Maybe the acting, but not the limelight. Not the rat race.
Maybe in a few more years.
Sealing his lips to my neck, he growls, “Next time. Know your lines. When you come to my set, show some professionalism. Are we clear?”
I nod and smile from ear to ear. A chill rushes through me like quicksilver.
“But baby, I’m your wife. I only forgot one measly line. You didn’t have to get so harsh. And you didn’t have to spank me in front of the crew.” I point to my antique Paddington Bear collection, set up on top of the bureau.
He stifles a laugh.
“Like I said. Next time know your lines. You don’t want people believing the director’s wife gets special treatment, do you?” He rolls me under him and stretches my arms over my head.
“Fine. But if anyone gets special treatment, shouldn’t it be me?” I pout, avoiding eye contact. Playing the difficult starlet.
“What did you say?” He leans in. His hot breath prickles my skin.
I gaze into those big blue eyes, bite my lip and nod. “I mean, yes. Yes, Mr. Pavlenko. I’ll know ALL my lines. I promise.”
“And do you remember your line, now?” He releases my arms and rises to his knees. He looks commanding. Fierce. Virile. If there wasn’t a huge cock jutting out between us, I wouldn’t be able to tear my eyes away from his gorgeous face.
I nod with excitement. “Yes, sir.”
“And what was it?” He smirks.
“I believe it was, I only auditioned for this role so I could suck the director’s cock every day.” I don’t wait for correction. I pounce.
“What?” He looks confused with my ad lib.
Caught off guard, he falls back and watches me scramble over him. Before he can protest, I take his shaft in my hand and twirl my tongue over the thick head.
“Were you going to say something?” I slide it down my throat in one long, slow stroke before returning for my answer.
He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart. Keep going. I fucking love you, Zoe.”
“I know, Ivan. I know.”
I grip his cock, eyeing it with desire. Smiling, I dive for more, watching him shudder with every pass. I love having him like this. So many nights, I longed for him. Yearned to have him begging for me to make him come and here he is, writhing in my grasp while I swallow him deep.
He reaches for my hair, winds it in his fingers and tries with all his might to temper his urges. I know my man. He’s dying to go nuts and ram my head all the way down, but he won’t dare. There was an incident of overenthusiasm during our honeymoon that cost him privileges for a week. I exaggerated my injury and he still apologizes after two years, but we’ve come to an understanding. I control the pace.
When I stop, then suck achingly slow to tempt his dominant side, he growls and nudges me to continue. With lusty vigor, I take in more, pumping his shaft, licking and suctioning with a skill I practice often. Ivan’s girth is brutal on my jaw, but I’m always up for the challenge.
“Fuck, baby...I’m going to come.” He grunts.
“No, you’re not.” I stop and extend my arms, gesturing him to pull me towards him.
“You’re so fucking bossy. And keep your voice down, last time you woke up the baby.” He grins while I straddle his hips and slide down, shrieking softly every inch of the way.
He slaps my ass and I howl. “Not there, damn it!”
“Sorry. Ride me, Zoe. Use me. Let me see you get off on my big dick.” He grabs my waists and lifts me like a rag doll, while he bounces me up and down on his cock.
Unbelievable. Even when he tells me to take over, he needs to direct the action.
If he wasn’t so good, I’d call him out, but everything Ivan does is fucking incredible. Rolling my hips, riding that big shaft like I’m in the Kentucky Derby, I feel a surge of electricity pulse through every cell, pushing me to the limit, sending me over the finish line.
Sensing I’m close, Ivan pulls me towards him, sears his lips to mine and thrusts deep. I fly over, tumbling into bliss, as the world shatters and disappears around us. In this moment only we exist. Just us. Forever us.
I always knew we were meant to be together.
But I never expected it to be this wonderful.
The End
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