The Life She Wished For (Birds of Paradise Book 2)

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by ChaShiree M.


  “I mean, I guess it has to right now. I wouldn’t even know what to begin to ask even if it didn’t.”

  “Da. Now comes. I must feed you. It’s late so I was thinking a sandwich and some fruit. That would be good for you?”

  “Sure. I am not hungry anyway. My stomach is too upset to eat.”

  “Phoenix…”

  uh-oh…there goes my panties. Why does he have to use that voice on me? Putty. Literally liquid.

  “Seriously, I am not hungry. There is too much going on and when I am stressed like this I can’t eat.”

  He looks at me like he is contemplating my words. I don’t know why I am holding my breath. If I don’t want to eat, damn it I don’t. I want to stamp my foot like a child, but I refrain…for now.

  “Ok then, Myshka. Let’s go to bed.”

  Gulp.

  All the work I have been doing is for this moment. Right here, where I get to undress her and lay her in our bed. I have the privilege of sleeping and waking up with this beautiful creature in my arms.

  “Come on Myshka, let’s go up. I took the liberty of having some clothes brought over for you. There are pajamas in the drawer, as well as something for you to wear tomorrow until we can get to your place for your things. I’m not sure what products you use; but I had my assistant buy what she thought you might like. If it’s not to your liking, we can replace them tomorrow. Now come and let me undress you, precious.”

  “Un-undress me? I can undress myself, Mikhail. I think I need a minute, OK. This is all too much for me. None of it makes any sense. I thought we had something, that night. I felt it. I was sure you did too. Then you disappeared, and I didn’t hear from you. And when I needed you the most, you went back on your word and you never came. I did what you asked me to do, and you never came. How am I supposed to reconcile that with what you’re saying now?”

  “Needed me? Phoenix, what are you talking about? When did you need me?”

  “The night at school when a man was following me in the parking lot. I pulled my handkerchief and w-waved it for you. While I tried t-to g-get away from him and you never came. You never came!”

  At this point she is sobbing like her life is over. The grief she is exhibiting at what she perceives to be betrayal is almost too much for me to bear. Her little body is so overcome with sadness she is shaking and spilling tears all over the place. I am so inundated with emotion right now, I don’t know which one to conquer first. I am sad for my mouse because she feels I would ever betray her. On the other hand, I am also so fucking mad I could spit nails. How the hell did I not know she was in danger? Where the fuck were the twins when this happened, and why wasn’t I notified? She was not to be left alone at any time, and they fucking knew this. Something is not right. I trust those two with my life daily and they have never given me a reason to question that, until this moment.

  Heads are going to motherfucking roll. Someone will pay. First, I must convince my beloved that I would never leave her out there without protection. It is grating my nerves that all this time she thought I had forsaken her. This is something that must be rectified. I walk over to her and pull her into my arms. I hate seeing a woman cry. But for it to be my woman, that pulls my heart about 8 different directions, ripping it to shreds.

  “Shhh little Phoenix. Please don’t cry. I don’t think I can endure it. Look at me baby.”

  I wait for her to lift her eyes to mine and I suck in a breath at what I see. Her eyes, though glassy, swollen and blurred with tears, are so beautiful; and somehow the tears make them sparkle. When she looks at me I see sadness, betrayal, and weariness. The weariness is not for me, and I am going to get to the bottom of it tonight. The thing that undoes me is the hope and the fear on her face. She wants to believe in me but is too scared to, and it kills me that she feels this way.

  “I would never leave you out there with no protection. That night you are referring to, I don’t know what happened. The minute you showed your distress with that red scarf, the security I have on you should have interfered immediately and I should have been notified. I assure you, I didn’t know. But you better believe someone will answer for this. Were you hurt precious?”

  “No. I made it back to the building, and by the time I opened the door my brother’s security found me and stepped in. So, you really didn’t know?”

  She looks at me with such trepidation, and it breaks my heart. She is fidgeting with her hands, which is her tell when she is nervous and upset. She looks so damn cute standing there, unsure and squirmy. Fuck! There she goes again, biting that damn lip.

  As much as I want to take her down right here on the floor, I must put her mind at ease. The woman that I am going to spend my life with should not doubt me, and the fact that she does is a sore spot for me.

  “Myshka, listen to me. If I would have known, there would have been no more space and time between us. I would have come for you immediately and we would have been together from that moment forward, damn the consequences. I need you to believe this. Can you try to believe me? Can you possibly understand that I would slit my own throat and bleed out at your feet before I would allow harm to come to you?”

  Her eyes open wide as she looks at me to gauge my sincerity. I can feel her trying to pry into my soul and see the truth of my heart. She doesn’t have to look hard. She need only ask, and I would split it open to prove her importance to me.

  This little curvy waif of a woman strolled into that bar and turned my world upside down. She has burrowed herself so far into me that I don’t remember a time when my thoughts belonged to me. She has been ingrained in all my five senses and I don’t want them back. Whatever she sees must convince her, because she walks up to me and snuggles have into my chest. Finally, my world is complete.

  “I believe you Mikhail. I knew you felt it too.”

  She doesn’t even know how she sealed her fate with those ten words. Her placing her trust in me so completely is the ultimate turn on, and what I need to follow through on the next phase… make her need me. I need her to be so engrossed in me that she can’t breathe without me. I need her to crave me the way I crave her. I wake to her on my brain, sleep, eat, and work. There is nothing I do that she is not in the forefront. I need to be all of that for her.

  “Come on baby. You must be tired. Let’s get you undressed and in bed. First, give me your lips.”

  My intention is to give her soft pecks just to get her used to all sides of me. However, that goes out the window the minute she moans into my mouth and grabs my shirt. She is like a fucking drug, everything about her is addictive to me. Not able to control myself, I grab her by her hair and attack her innocent little mouth. I want to see this mouth swollen and red from my ministrations while she sleeps.

  Fuck.

  Is she shaking? What. The. Fuck. How the hell am I supposed to not defile all this innocence when she is coming unglued from a kiss? My dick is doing jumping jacks right now. Damn. Mikhail, walk away before you rip this girl to shreds.

  Trying to extricate her limbs from mine, I begin pulling away and then she lowers the BOOM. She looks into my eyes with lips quivering and stretched, eyes wet, confused, and hurt. With all that softness under me, and in the most unsure voice I have ever heard she says to me “Are you not attracted to me that way?”

  Well, there goes all my good intentions. There is no way I am unable to take her now and have her thinking that fucking nonsense.

  “Baby, that is so far from the truth. I wanted to make it special for you; I had planned an elaborate intimate setting for you when we went to LA. I want you to feel like a Queen for your first time. Do you understand?” This is my last attempt to do the right thing, and it all goes to shit when she answers me in only the way she can.

  “Mikhail” she whispers looking at me from hooded lashes. She is biting the corner of her lip and swaying from side to side, playing the innocent Lolita right now and it is so fucking sexy.

  “All I want you to do is make me yours.”
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  Signed, sealed, delivered. Done.

  She has officially obliterated all that was left of whatever restraint I was barely holding onto in the first place. Now she has awakened the beast. Roses and shit is out of the question now. She will take what I give her. It’s time for my little kitten to meet the real me.

  “I tried baby. You kept poking the beast, and now he has come out to play, the time to turn back has passed. Now you do as I say, understand?” The shade of crimson that succumbs to her thoughts and shows on her body is so elusive and angelic that if I wasn’t here for the little show she just put on, I wouldn’t know there was a vixen hidden in there.

  “Yes, Mikhail. I understand.”

  “Khorosho. Good. I want you to strip and lay on the bed with your legs open.”

  For a second, I see fear flash in her eyes, and though I understand it, I don’t give a shit anymore. She wanted this, and now she will pay the piper. Behind the fear however, I see the awakening of a Goddess. A Goddess that has yet to tap into her power, the potential to know when she finds it, she will bloom. This is what is driving me and fueling me to claim her, so she knows without a shadow of a doubt that she is all I will ever want, need, desire, and fucking require. Watching her do as I ask is a dream come true. I have dreamed about this very scenario over and over during those three months. Now, to have it within my hands, is almost too much for me. Only the thought of branding her and saturating myself in her essence is surging me forward full steam ahead.

  She gets all her clothes off and I hold my breath waiting for her to follow the final instructions. She fidgets a bit as she looks at the bed. I can see the debate going on in her mind, and I know I must let her get through it on her own. She must take this final step with no urging from me. Then, and only then, will I know for sure she is ready for all of me and what her new life will encompass.

  After what feels like forever, she looks at me, takes a deep breath, and lies on the bed. Elation is what goes through my veins when she succumbs.

  “Oh, my little Phoenix you have no idea what a vision you make right now; or how happy you made me just now by choosing to do as I asked. You are exquisite, Myshka. Simply beautiful. I know you don’t know it yet, but your body is made of every one of the seven sins that the bible speaks against.”

  I say this to her as I am stripping my own clothes off. I can see the disbelief and confusion on her face. Though I am glad no one has ever made her aware of her allure before tonight, my goal is to make her feel every bit as beautiful and desirable as she is. Starting tonight.

  I creep my way toward her after I am naked. I can feel my dick bobbing against my stomach as it searches for the beacon it has been homing in on for the past few hours. I am strung so tight that the head of it is purple and angry looking, no doubt intimidating for an innocent virgin like her. I know I should be taking it easy on her, and believe me that was my plan, but she shot that to shit and now there is no turning back. I’m like a fucking nuclear rocket. Once you press launch, there is nowhere to go but up.

  “I know you don’t believe me precious, but I am going to show you tonight; and by the time I am done with you, you will never doubt your beauty ever again. As a matter of fact, I am going to start with the most indulgent of the sins: ‘Gluttony’. There is nothing more gluttonous than that beautiful pink valley between your legs. Open your legs wider Phoenix and pull them up toward your ears. I want you completely open for what I have in mind.”

  Hesitantly, she does as I say. I take a second to look the offering she is laying at the temple. She is every shade of pink and red. Colors you only get in those soft hues from being untouched. She not bare, but she is trimmed and though I like my pussy to be free of obstruction allowing me to eat and chew on it as much as I wants, it is incredibly humbling to see the little smattering of red hair on her pussy, further demonstrating her innocence. Leaning down, I take a deep breath and inhale her sweet bouquet. It is a mixture of spicy, must and sugar. All the things I love.

  I can’t wait any longer. I dive head first into her sugar cave. Her scent alone could turn a priest feral. She smells like honey and jasmine with just a hint of lemon. Who the hell smells like that? I run my tongue from her ass to her clit, repeatedly, coaxing her juices out because I have another goal in mind; and I won’t stop until it happens. She tastes like the sweetest treat imaginable, and I never want to stop. I bet I could get cavities from just this.

  “Oh, Mikhail, that feels so good. Please. More. I. Need… something… I don’t know… oh wow…”

  And here come the juices. Yes. I rub my WHOLE face in it. Yes. I said I rubbed my whole face in it. I want her to be seeped into my pores. When I sweat, I should smell like her. When I sneeze, I should sneeze out her cum, fuck my snot. I am obsessed. Fucking intrusively obsessed and I don’t care who knows it. She is MINE. And by the end of the night, SHE will know it.

  Holy shit!!! Did he just rub his face in my…wow! I should feel weird about this, right? At the very least I should be embarrassed, but I feel none of that. My body is so turned on right now. It needs much more from him though. I don’t exactly know what it is, but I need it now.

  “Mikhail please. I need you to make it stop hurting. It hurts. Please?”

  “Take what I give you baby. You wanted me. ALL of me. So now you will suffer the consequences and let me eat my dessert before dinner.”

  Dripping. When he says stuff to me like that, I can feel my pussy leak. It is a foreign, yet welcome feeling.

  “Fuck, little Phoenix. I knew you would taste good. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine you would taste like this. You are a combination of all my favorite flavors. I think I need to lay here all night and drink from your sugar well, until my mouth goes numb. What do you think baby?”

  “Mikhail please, Ung…yes…anything…just please don’t stop… oh shit… yes…right there…I feel it…it…it…”

  “NO! You do not have my permission to come. You will not come, until I am buried balls deep inside you baby. You have to be a good girl and hold it in for me.”

  Did he lose his fucking mind? Hold it? Is that even possible? I don’t care if it is or isn’t, I want to feel the explosion. I want to feel the nirvana I know is coming and he wants me to…WAIT!!!! What. The. Fuck!!! Now I’m cursing. This man has lost his mind. But I must admit, what he is doing feels amazing and I didn’t know I had that much juice in my body. Maybe if I beg some more…

  “Mikhail please. I can’t hold it. I don’t know how. It feels too good and hurts too much… oh God. Please…”

  Who is this girl that is grinding herself all over his face? Racing towards my finish, even though I have never moved my lower half this way. Not even when dancing. When I move my hands and pull his head further into my pussy, he growls inside me. He must like that I am trying to take my pleasure from him, even though he told me to hold it in. Maybe if I just…

  Smack.

  He just spanked my pussy. Who does that? Forget who does that…who likes that?

  Apparently, me.

  “Interesting. Apparently, you like that, huh. My innocent little Phoenix has a naughty streak. Good to know. We will explore that later. It will come in handy. For now, I need you to do as you are told baby. I am doing this for you. If you push me a little harder than I can handle, when I am already hard as a tightrope, I will not be held responsible for the way I take you. I want to hurt you as little as possible, precious. You are slowly scaling the last of my strength with this fresh fucking pussy and the fuck me noises you are making. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”

  I nod my head because I am so ready to blow, not all the way sure even speaking will not light the fuse.

  “Have you ever played with your tits baby? Rolled them and pulled until they became so hard they hurt? I bet you never thought to play with those beautiful rosebuds. Do it Phoenix. Touch your tits baby. I want you to slowly use your finger to lightly graze over them, until I tell you to stop.�


  I am not sure if I can do what he is asking me. At the same time, I don’t want to disappoint him. I like the way he looks at me and I want it to continue. To be everything he needs and wants, and this is the first step.

  Never taking my eyes from him, because I know I will get my strength from him, I move my finger to my nipple and I begin to lightly rub them. The first contact makes me hiss because the sensitivity is unexpected and so strong.

  “Look at you. So sensitive and prime for me. Laying there like a supplicant princess while playing with your luscious tits. You are every man’s wet dream. Armies have been formed and destroyed for less. If the men in this neighborhood knew what I had right now behind this door, they would be banging it down with torches trying to get to you. Do you know what would happen to them Myshka? They would all be dead before they made it through the front door. One word and I would have all of them removed from this world. No one will ever get to see you like this. Taste you. Touch you.”

  “SHIT. I can’t baby. I am so sorry. I will make it up to you. I must get inside you before I fuck a hole in the goddamn footboard. Grab your legs behind your knees and pull them up to your ears. I need you completely open the first time I breach you. I want to see my cock disappear inside you as I make you mine. Mark you with my seed. I fucking destroyed myself having you play with your tits. You’re a temptress and didn’t even know it.”

  I may not have known it then, but I’m discovering it now. My inner vixen is dancing and thrusting her hips in the air…wait? I have an inner vixen… o yea…o yea… I’m awesome… and a vixen… I sing in my head… I can’t help the giggle that tries to escape. I quickly bring myself back… Phoenix concentrate.

  “Phoenix. Fuck!! How am I supposed to pull my face out of your pussy long enough to claim you? You taste like goddamn honeysuckle. I need more baby. An advantage is it will be easier for me to breach you after you have cum.”

 

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