by Danika Dare
Also, if I answered, I’d know for sure whether or not he was getting back together with Sheila.
If he was, I didn’t want to know yet. And when I’d left, I’d had a distinct, gut feeling that that was what was about to happen.
I needed more time before I could swallow something like that with good grace.
So I brooded on the long ride home, going over every detail of the weekend in my head and agonizing over whether he’d felt even an inkling of what I felt.
I was home for two days before I remembered to check my bank account.
He’d paid me in full.
I wanted to turn down his money. I wanted to give it all back. This weekend had been more to me than a paid arrangement.
But I couldn’t do that. The money had never been for me, and I couldn’t bring myself to let down four kids who had enough letdowns in their pasts to last a lifetime. My nephews and nieces meant the world to me, and I had to put them first.
So I kept the money, and I went back into my normal routine right away, but that weekend seemed to cast a desultory shade over my life.
The weekend with him had corroded away at something vital inside of me, some hard shell I’d had over my heart to protect its vulnerability.
I waited for some word from him.
After a few days it was clear to me that he wasn’t going to call again. That was it. We were done. I was convinced he’d gone back to her. Otherwise, he’d have tracked me down. I was sure of it.
He must not have felt the way I did. It must have all been an act for him.
That was the worst of it. Knowing he didn’t have the same feelings for me that I did for him was a blow, to be sure. But it was the loneliness that hurt the most. I’d only known him for a few days, but I missed him.
How had I fallen so hard so fast?
It had been such a simple idea. Help the hot billionaire make his cheating ex jealous.
Nobody was supposed to get hurt.
But of course it hadn’t worked out that way.
Somebody was getting hurt. Somebody was getting hurt bad. That somebody was me.
It was about eight days after I’d gotten home from my weekend with Kashnikov that I felt an odd shiver as I put on my face in the dressing room at Exhibitionist.
I shook it off, or tried to, but I was unaccountably nervous. So much so, I threw back a shot of vodka before I went on stage. To take the edge off.
And there he was. Right at the edge of my stage, somehow separate from the crowd around him. My body’d felt him before I’d even set eyes on him.
I couldn’t hold back my smile, or the warm feeling in my chest. He’d come back for me. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but it didn’t really matter. I was happy to see him.
My set that night wasn’t for anyone else in the club. It was all for him. I kept my eyes on him as I worked the pole, up and down, round and round.
When I’d drifted down to the bottom of the pole, I crawled with sinuous delight to the edge of the stage, where he stood.
My hair was up in a high, sassy ponytail, and I whipped it around at him, making him smile. I used his shoulders to pull myself up, rubbing my body against his as I straightened.
I found him after my turn on the stage. He was in the same V.I.P. lounge that he’d used when he’d been there before. He was by himself. I’d seen him send away one girl after another as he waited for me.
I stepped into the booth, closing the curtain behind me without him having to ask. Whatever he wanted from me at this point, I wanted privacy for it.
He stood, moving to stand in front of me, close enough to touch. I tilted my head back to meet his eyes, and we just stared at each other for a time.
“I wasn’t sure I’d see you again,” I finally told him, voice careful, trying to hide how relieved I was that he’d come back for me.
“You tie me in knots,” he said to me, the words tumbling out of him in a fierce whisper. “I don’t necessarily like it, but I never had any intention of letting you go. Don’t get me wrong. I’m pissed at you. You lied to me. I still can’t believe you left like that. Just got in a car and left me. What were you thinking?”
“If you were worried about the cab fare from the resort, you should have just withheld it from my final payment.”
He glared at me. “That has nothing to do with anything. I don’t give a damn about the money. Any of it. The payment was nothing but a ploy to get you alone with me, and it has no bearing on what you did. You said you were going downstairs to wait for me, and just took off without another word. For eight days I’ve been waiting for you to come to your senses and apologize for what you did. A phone call. Hell, a text. But no, you just took off and never looked back. Do you have any idea how infuriating you are?”
“The weekend was over. You’d made Sheila jealous enough to leave her husband for you. Mission accomplished. I didn’t see the point of sticking around to see how things panned out between you and your ex.”
He was crowding close to me before I finished speaking, his big body pushing against mine, his eyes snapping with temper at me. “Nothing between us was over, lapochka. Nothing.”
He started kissing me, passionately, ferociously, and I was so relieved to have him here, to know he was still interested in me, that Sheila hadn’t snatched him clean away, I couldn’t summon up even one once of resistance against him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and met him passion for passion, ferocity for ferocity.
He lasted about one hot minute before our mouths melding wasn’t enough. He wrenching away, pushing me back until my butt was planted on the soft V.I.P. bench.
He took out his dick, fisting himself, aiming his tip at my lips.
My eyes never left his as my tongue flicked out, wetting the velvety head of his thick cock.
He groaned. “Suck me off. Suck me off good.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. With a throaty moan, I stuffed his delicious cock into my hungry mouth and started sucking, my head bobbing, my hands reaching up to grip him, one at his base, the other rolling his full, heavy scrotum into my palm.
And all the while, his outrageous, filthy words egged me on. “That’s it, lapochka. Suck me off like you’re apologizing for leaving me like that. Make it up to me.” As he spoke, he gripped my ponytail roughly, fucking without restraint into my mouth.
He didn’t last like that. It wasn’t long before I felt his balls drawing tight, his dick spasming in my throat.
I swallowed his cum, sucking him dry, milking every last drop out of him. He had to pull himself out of my mouth with a loud pop, because I just kept sucking.
I hadn’t caught my breath when he splayed me out on the bench and started eating me out.
He hadn’t lasted two minutes in my mouth, but I didn’t last even one when he started sucking with purpose on my clit.
“You’re too much for me, Mr. Bossy,” I panted at him, when I found my voice again. “I’m out of my league with you.”
His face was still buried in my sex, nuzzling, but at my words he pulled back to smile up at me. He laughed, and the sound was rich, sensual and heavy enough to weigh in my hand. “Are you kidding? You silly girl. Don’t you know you’ve had me on a leash since the first time you made me untie your skirt with my teeth? I told myself I wouldn’t come on too strong with you, but you remember what happened that night. I couldn’t stop myself from tasting you, could I? I have no resistance, not one iota of self-control, when it comes to you.”
This was the thing about him that devastated me most. He spoke like I was special to him, like this was.
But I wasn’t naive enough to try to convince myself that this was anything more for him than phenomenal sex.
“Are you telling me that it’s over between you and Sheila?”
“If I still wanted her I’d have taken her when she threw herself at me, but you know what?”
“What?”
“I didn’t. I could have taken her and made her leave
her husband but I didn’t even consider it. You know why?”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want to. I don’t want her. I want you.”
“I gathered that,” I said sardonically. His desire for me had never been in question.
“I’m not talking about for a weekend. And I’m not just talking about lust. I want to own you. Not a temporary ownership. I’m looking for a more lasting arrangement.”
He spoke the words with almost casual finality. He was a man used to getting whatever he wanted. And somehow he’d become callously possessive of me.
I didn’t begin to hope that he had developed any real feelings, not like I had.
He wanted me to be his plaything. His mistress.
His whore.
I was ashamed at how tempted I was.
“You can’t own a person,” I said with fake calm.
“Yes, you can. There’s still one way left to a man to own a woman, and I intend to use it. I like contracts. And guarantees.”
I had no notion what he was getting at, and I just stared at him.
“Marriage. I’m going to put a ring on you, give you my name, bind you to me legally, and keep you stuffed full of my seed.
“We hardly know each other,” I said softly, in a voice utterly lacking in conviction.
He smiled. “I know that you’re kind. I know that you’re giving. I know that you’d do anything for family. I know that you’re the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world to me. And I know that in just a few short days, you made me fall for you. I know I’d do anything to make you mine. What else is there to know?”
“I’m pretty sure I snore,” I told him softly, smiling so big my face hurt with it. “And I’m hopelessly jealous of any woman you’ve ever looked twice at.”
“The jealousy is mutual. I think we’ll find a way to work through it. Now let’s get out of here.”
In a lot of ways, he was still a stranger to me, but I never even considered saying no to him. I’d never felt more alive than I did with him, and I wanted that feeling to last forever. I wanted to learn everything about him. I never wanted to leave him.
In spite of all that I still didn’t know, I’d fallen in love with him.
We were in the backseat of a limo before I got up the nerve to say to him, “Back there, you said I made you fall for me . . . “ I didn’t know how to finish.
Luckily he did it for me.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I meant it,” he said with a happy laugh that was contagious in its joy. “I’m falling, have fallen, in love with you.”
I straddled him where he sat, taking off my top.
He sucked on my nipples as I pulled out his dick, lifted up my skirt, and slipped my G-string to the side.
I was on top, but I let him take over like that, his hands on my hips as he stuffed his thick cock up into my sopping cunt.
My big tits bounced as he slid me up and down on his randy, bucking length. He drilled into me from below, suckling at the soft pink bud of my nipples until we both got off.
Sometime in the middle of it, he slipped a ring on my finger. The ring. The huge, gorgeous, fake engagement ring. It was still gorgeous, but apparently not so fake.
“I lied about it being on loan,” he panted into my face, kissing me feverishly everywhere he could reach; my cheeks, my lips, my jaw, my hand, my ring finger. “It was never a loan. I bought it. For you.”
I was stunned. And ecstatic. He’d fallen as fast and as crazy for me as I had for him.
He was sucking on my ring finger, our eyes latched on each other, as I came hard on his bucking cock.
He was still twitching inside of me, balls deep, when he buried both hands in my hair, bringing our foreheads together. “I poured my heart out to you, lapochka. Your turn. Tell me.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. It was just like Mr. Bossy to order an I love you out of me.
But I gave it to him, because, just like everything else he ordered from me, it was exactly what I wanted to give him. “I love you, Alexei. I don’t know how it happened so fast, but I’ve been yours since that first time you took me with your mouth in the V.I.P. lounge.”
He kissed me, drawing my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it. Eventually he pulled back to pant into my mouth, “I know, Lapochka. You’ve been mine from the second I laid eyes on you. It just took a bit of convincing for you to see it for yourself.”
EPILOGUE
The room was dark aside from the light shining directly above her, highlighting her body.
Of course I’d had some stripper poles installed throughout our house. In the gym, our bedroom, and my home office. When her nieces and nephews visited, and they did often (since I’d bought their mother an estate not five minutes away), they’d been curious about the poles, but Greta explained them away easily, saying that was how she liked to exercise. And really, that wasn’t a lie.
She’d stopped working at Exhibitionist about five minutes after I’d proposed, but that didn’t mean she’d given up on working the pole. At home or at work.
Three times a week, she taught pole dancing to trophy wives who were looking to spice things up. She said it was fun, so I bought her her own dance studio.
My cock throbbed, balls drawn up tight, as I watched her draw her nubile, naked body up, climbing the pole with slow, sinuous moves.
I watched her for a time, enjoying just the sight of her. I stroked my aching cock restlessly through my slacks, but eventually I needed more.
I moved closer to her as she worked tirelessly on the pole. “Freeze,” I said as her body contorted into just the right position, her back arched, ass out.
She obeyed me, glancing over her shoulder at me, her eyes filled with heat.
I kissed her hip and started finger-fucking her wet pussy with one hand, the other working fast to take out my dick. “Slide down a little more,” I ordered, fisting my cock as I watched my fingers shoving in and out of her.
When she reached just the right level, I moved forward, pushing my dick between her legs
I pumped in and out of her a few times, pulling out completely just to hear her moan for more.
“Ask me for it, lapochka,” I told her roughly, fingers fucking her again as I spoke. “Tell me what you want this hungry cock to do for your your sopping wet pussy. Tell me how this tight little entrance needs to be fucked.”
To this day, I couldn’t believe the filth that spilled out of my mouth with her. I’d never been like that with anyone else before. She brought that out in me.
“Please,” she groaned. “Fill me with it. Pound me with your thick cock. I need more.”
“You want it rough and fast, or smooth and slow?”
She mewled. “Rough,” she panted, “and fast. Now please, Alexei.”
“Hold on tight to that pole,” I ordered. “Brace yourself, because I’m bringing it in hard.” As I spoke I rocked heavily into her slick entrance and started fucking with purpose. I gripped a hip with one hand, and a round, soft tit with the other. I sucked on her neck and humped into her until she cried out her release.
I grunted, growled, and couldn’t hold back a deluge of crude Russian and hot cum as I followed her.
I rooted inside of her, making her milk out every last drop of my seed. We’d been together a year, and we’d both agreed a few months ago that we were ready for kids. She’d gone off the pill, and I’d been fucking us both raw ever since, determined to plant my baby in her belly with all due haste.
I didn’t pull out of her for a very long time, stroking her body and murmuring love words to her as I kept her deeply impaled.
I’d known that life with her would never get dull, but it was even better than I’d imagined. Not only did we love each other, we enjoyed each other, in bed and out. It was hard to even get any work done these days, that’s how much we loved being together.
Eventually I pulled out of her, but it was only so I could kneel at her feet and tongue fuck her cunt. I loved how
it felt when she came on my mouth. I brought her over quickly, but by then I was already feeling horny again. I stood, and started kissing her mouth, making her suck my filthy tongue clean.
“I need to fill your pussy up with my seed again,” I murmured against her lips. “Get on your knees and suck me until I’m ready, lapochka.”
With a smile, she complied, lowering herself to the ground and deep throating me so deep that my vision went fuzzy with it.
I let her work me with her soft, sweet mouth, until I couldn’t take anymore.
I pulled her back by the hair, my dick popping out of her hungry, wet mouth.
I tugged her to her feet, kissing her tenderly.
“Go perch yourself on that desk,” I ordered. “I’m going to stuff you with more cum over there. I want to watch my dick go in and out of your perfect little cunt. I want to see every thrust.”
She laid back on her elbows, opening her legs.
I got between her legs, placed my cock head at her entrance, eyes moving all over her body and up to her face. Our eyes locked as I rammed my hips forward and stuffed my cock inside of her. I thrust forward until I bottomed out, balls slamming against her toned flesh.
I held my hands to her inner thighs, keeping her open for me, and just stared for a moment at the base of my cock being swallowed by her tight, greedy pussy.
I pulled out slowly, admiring how her juices covered my throbbing dick.
My hands slid like silk from her inner thighs, around her luscious hips, to cup her ass. I lifted her, gripping her cheeks in both hands, and began plowing her with purpose, her big tits softly bouncing as I worked in and out.
I let loose, really fucking her then, jackhammering in and out of her pussy without restraint. I brought her over.
The sound of my name on her lips as she called out, “Alexei, Alexei, Alexei,” took me over the edge. I came hard, shooting my load deep, deep inside of her.
I stayed planted there again for a long time, grinding her on the base of my spasming cock, making her hungry cunt suck me dry.