by Zoe Blake
My own little doll.
I wanted the breath in her lungs to come from my mouth. I wanted her food to come only from my hand. I wanted her eyes to see only me. Her skin would know only my touch.
From this moment forward, she was mine and mine alone.
I would take care of her every need and in time, her belly would grow from my seed. She would be bound to me for life. She would fight me, of course, I would expect no less from her. It was one of the things that drew me to her. What man wouldn’t want to hold fast to a woman not afraid to tell him to go to hell even as her body craved his touch?
I twisted my fist into her hair, tightening my grip, relishing her small cry of pain. Shifting my hand from her hip to her lower back, I held her body down as I pounded into her faster and faster. My balls tightened as tension gnawed at my gut. The pleasure I felt as her pussy clenched down on my hard shaft was surpassed only by the vision of one day soon forcing myself inside her even tighter ass, but that would have to wait until I had gotten her pregnant. Considering how often and thoroughly I planned to fuck her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was carrying my child before the end of my trip.
Focusing on the curve of her back and her soft ivory skin, I thrust in several more times before I could hold out no longer. “Blyad’! Da! Da! Da!” I spanked her ass with my open palm with every exclamation as my hot come filled her tight hole. Despite the pain coursing up my now sensitive shaft, I could not stop thrusting even after I had come. My semi-hard shaft pushed in deep over and over till every drop had found its way into her body.
Breathing heavily, I finally stopped. I stared down at the angry red handprint on her right ass cheek, knowing that would not be the only mark she bore from our fucking tonight.
I wouldn’t call it lovemaking.
That was too tame, too prosaic of a word for what was between us.
We fucked. And we would fuck again and again.
I would drown out her protests with my cock down her throat, if necessary, but every time I came, it would be inside her sweet pussy till I knew she carried my child. This was the first time in my life I had ever met a woman I thought worthy of carrying on my bloodline, and I had no intention of letting her get away from me.
She placed her palms on the sofa cushion and straightened her arms in an attempt to rise. Instead, I grabbed her hips and flipped her around. Her shoulders rested on the seat cushion. Her hair was a wild and untamed halo of burnished golden brown. Her eyes glowed bright with anger and unshed tears.
I wrapped my hand around her knees and forced her legs open wide as I pulled her forward until her ass was resting on the low sofa back. I stepped between her thighs and placed three fingers into her still wet cunt. My thumb stroked her clit. She bit her full bottom lip and groaned as her torso thrashed.
I knew she didn’t want this.
I knew she’d rather I let her up so she could run to the bathroom and wash my come from her body.
I would not give her that chance.
My tongue flicked her clit as my fingers pulsed inside of her. I pushed her legs slightly closed so I could feel the soft skin of her inner thighs against my bearded jaw.
Dylan moaned.
I circled her nub with just the tip of my tongue as I increased the pressure. Her body tensed. She inhaled and held her breath. She was close. My lips closed around her clit, and then I gently sucked.
Dylan’s chest shot upright as her fingers clasped my head, pulling me closer as she yanked on my hair.
I growled, knowing the vibrations would send her over the edge. In between words, I continued to ruthlessly flick her clit. “Pridi za mnoy, detka. Poydem za mnoy seychas zhe.” I commanded her to come in Russian, knowing it was more important that she feel my words than know their meaning.
She cried out my name as she came. “Ivan! Oh… fuck! Ivan!”
Her thighs tightened around my head as I vibrated the tips of my fingers inside of her, extending her orgasm.
After several moments, she released her grip on my hair and fell back. Her legs opened as her body became listless. She pulled jagged gasps of air back into her lungs as her eyes slid closed. Her creamy skin glowed with a soft sheen of sweat.
I hoped to always have her looking this beautiful.
Picking up her limp body, I walked into the bedroom and placed her in the center of the bed. After pulling a corner of the blanket over her shoulder, covering her, I padded barefoot into the bathroom. I turned on the taps to the Jacuzzi tub and undid the fastening to my now-wrinkled trousers. After undressing, I ran my fingers under the stream of water to make sure it was hot, but not too hot for her delicate skin. When I was satisfied, I closed the drain and watched as it filled quickly. After adding a silvery stream of liquid soap, I returned to fetch Dylan.
She groaned, but still did not open her eyes as I once more pulled her into my arms. I carried her into the bathroom and stepped into the tub. I lowered our bodies into the heated water without letting her go. She stirred as the water reached the tops of her breasts.
Dylan placed her palms against my chest and tried to push back. “Wait. What are you doing?”
I leaned my head back onto the rim of the tub and closed my eyes without releasing my grip. “Baby girl, can you not fight me just this once and enjoy the bath? I promise I will fight with you all you want later.”
She squirmed within my embrace. I wrapped my hands around her waist and forced her to straddle my hips. In retribution, she splashed water onto my face and shoulders.
I snatched her wrists. After securing them at her lower back with one hand, I grabbed her jaw. “Stop it,” I ground out.
“Fuck you,” she fired back.
I smirked. “You already did that. Are you so eager for round two, moy malen’kaya kukla?”
She shrieked and thrashed in my embrace. I pulled her head down and claimed her lips. Savoring the sweet wine taste of her mouth. Then she bit me. I snapped my head back. I swept my tongue over my lower lip and tasted blood.
Her eyes widened as I wrapped both hands around her throat. I pulled her in close. “Remember, baby, you asked for this.” I then kissed her, staining her mouth with my blood.
Shifting my hand to the back of her head, I broke free of our kiss and rasped, “Deep breath, baby.”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
I lifted my hips, which shifted her body back. A wave of water sloshed over the sides of the spacious Jacuzzi tub. She was still on her knees when I pushed her head underwater, causing her cute ass to rise in the air. I fisted my cock and pushed the tip against her closed lips, but she refused to open them. Using my grip on her hair, I pulled her to the surface. She sputtered and gasped as she pushed her long wet curls away from her face.
“You bastard!”
“I won’t warn you again. Deep breath.”
Before she could scream, I pushed her head underwater again. This time, I thrust forward, pushing her lips against the sharp edge of her teeth till she dutifully opened them. I sank my cock deep into her warm mouth. I pushed half the length into her mouth before releasing my grip and letting her rise to the surface again. This time she didn’t waste precious oxygen trying to yell at me. With her beautiful chocolate eyes wide with fear and excitement, she sucked in a deep breath right before I pushed her under again.
As her mouth closed over my cock, I used my heel to kick on the Jacuzzi jets. I shifted her body till one of the powerful water jets was aimed directly between her legs. The vibrations of her groan shot up my cock.
I pulled her to the surface a third time. “This time I’m not letting you up to breathe until my cock hits the back of your throat.”
Dylan choked and a small bit of water trickled over her bottom lip. She smirked. “Bring it on.”
Damn, if I wasn’t careful, I could fall in love with this woman.
I pushed her head under the water. This time, her small hand gripped my shaft to guide me into her mouth. Once again, I made sure the Jacuzzi jet
was hitting her cunt in just the right spot. She swallowed most of my shaft but gagged on the last few inches. I applied pressure to the back of her head, pushing until the tip of my cock bumped against the back of her throat. Her shoulders jerked as her teeth scraped along my shaft. The sharp sting of pain only spurred me on. I thrust my hips up, pushing in even deeper. I kept her head immobile for another second, enjoying the feel of her tiny nose pressed into my abdomen before I relented and allowed her to rise.
She sucked in a deep breath as she leaned against the side of the Jacuzzi tub. Her cheeks were flushed a bright cherry red, either from the hot water or her desperate attempts to pull oxygen into her lungs as she fought my embrace. Either way she looked gorgeous.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and flipped her around to rest on my lap so her back was pressed to my chest. I forced her thighs open. I rubbed my bearded jaw against the side of her throat. “Tilt your hips up.”
“Please, I’m still sore.”
“I don’t care,” I growled, “do as I say.”
With a slight whimper, she raised her hips. Fisting my cock, I positioned myself at her entrance and thrust upward, spearing her with my flesh. She cried out in pain, but all I could focus on was the delicious tight clench of her body around my cock. I placed my hands on her hips and pushed her back down, forcing her to take me in deep. Dylan moaned as her head fell back onto my shoulder.
Sill inside her wet heat, I positioned her open legs in front of the Jacuzzi jet. Adding the tips of my fingers to the pouring water pressure, I didn’t let her rest until she had orgasmed twice.
Once she was finished, I placed her now malleable body on her knees, leaning her over the edge of the tub, and unleashed my pent-up need. I fucked her hard and fast, filling her body with a second shot of my come.
There was barely any water left in the tub by the time we finished. I wrapped her in a towel and carried her out of the waterlogged bathroom to the massive king-size bed. I wrapped a warm blanket tightly around her naked body, and ran my fingers through her wet hair to get rid of the tangles. Only a few minutes had passed before she drifted off into an exhausted sleep. I shifted to pull her onto my lap. Placing a hand on the side of her head, I pulled her down onto my shoulder.
As I caressed her back, I thought of the future. I had never wanted to keep a woman before. I certainly never wanted one of them to have my child. There was just something about Dylan that drew me. She was all spit and fire, like that little fairy from Peter Pan. All huffs and tiny fists, but in the end, she was still just a cute little doll filled with glitter and light.
Besides, it was time. I was in my thirties. I should be thinking about passing my family name onto the next generation.
And as for Dylan? If this intense need to possess her faded, as it probably would, then I would set her free. If before that she bore me a son, even better. When I was done with her, I would send her on her way with a sizable fortune while I kept our son with me. This was a good plan. I was sure she would see it my way when I told her in the morning.
Chapter 14
Dylan
“Have you completely lost your mind?” I asked as I picked up my hopelessly wrinkled black cocktail dress and shook it out.
Ivan was still in bed. He looked impossibly roguish as he leaned against the padded headboard with one arm raised behind his head. His muscular, tattoo-covered chest and washboard abs were on full display as the white top sheet rode low over his hips. I learned this morning over room service breakfast that his entire back was covered in one massive tattoo of a snarling wolf. All of his tattoos were related to his time in the Russia military. I stopped asking questions after that because he was becoming too interesting and, truth be told, sexy as fuck in my eyes. I couldn’t let this attraction or whatever the hell it was go any further. To fall for a guy like Ivan would be a complete disaster and go against everything I wanted for myself.
“What part don’t you understand?” he called out as he reached for a cold slice of toast.
I huffed as I tried to push the heavy bedcover I had wrapped around me aside just enough to slip my legs into my dress. “All of it.” I yanked the dress over my hips as I let go of the bedcover. Slipping my arms into the straps, I pulled it over my shoulders. I then crouched down on my hands and knees, looking for my shoes.
“What are you doing?”
Startled, I banged my head on the coffee table. His voice was closer than expected. As I leaned back on my heels, I looked up to find him standing over me, legs spread, fists on hips—completely naked. Averting my eyes from his slightly terrifying semi-erect cock—like what the hell, was that thing perpetually hard?—I swept my hand under the sofa. “I’m looking for my shoes,” I grumbled.
“You left them in the trunk.”
I stood. His eyes swept down to my chest. Realizing the right strap had fallen, I yanked it back up, covering my breast. “That! That right there!” I called out, jabbing a finger in his chest. “Do you have any concept of how insane that sounds?”
Ivan pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re beautiful in the morning and I really enjoy the way your eyes flash gold when you’re angry, but I do not know what you are raving about.”
“I’m raving about how you could so casually reference the fact that you tossed me into the trunk of your car last night as if you did nothing wrong.”
“I offered to let you ride up front, you refused.”
“How about you driving a knife into my date?”
“He barely bled. Besides, you had no business having dinner with another man. I warned you.”
“And how you could just as casually announce that I’m no longer allowed to work—oh, and bonus, you’re hoping to knock me up while you use me as your fuck toy trip souvenir!” I screeched. Yes, one day around this man and he had me screeching like a psychotic banshee on crack.
Ivan’s brow lowered as the scar on his lip whitened from his lips tightening. He took an angry step forward. I stumbled back several steps. He grabbed me by the shoulders. After staring down at me for several heartbeats, he spun me around. His fingers brushed my lower back before grasping the zipper. He slowly raised it as he growled in my ear, “I never called you my fuck toy souvenir. I called you my precious little doll that I was looking forward to spoiling and coddling on this trip.”
I swallowed. His nearness was like a drug. Focusing, I said, “And the baby part?”
He brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed the side of my neck. I loved the feel of his rough beard against my skin. “I will not apologize for liking the idea of a son with my strength and your beautiful eyes and fiery temper.”
“How could you even be thinking about such a thing? You’ve known me for barely twenty-four hours.” If he were an American male, it would literally be years before he’d even stay in the same room for a discussion about a baby.
His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me into his embrace. I could feel him shrug against my back. “I am a man who knows what he wants. If it will make you feel better, I will allow you to go on birth control for now, but no condoms. I have had a taste of what that sweet pussy of yours feels like on my skin and I’m not giving it up.”
I closed my eyes. I needed to get the fuck out of here. The longer I stayed around this man, the more normal all this insanity would feel. And it was all insanity. He would allow me to go on birth control? A son? And don’t even get me started on what happened last night. It was the most mind-blowing sex I’d ever had. I didn’t even think sex like that was possible. I thought people only had acrobatic, crazy sex in the movies or in romance novels. I mean, did I really give this man an underwater blowjob while getting off on a Jacuzzi tap?
I broke away from the dangerous warmth of his arms. “I need to go.”
Ivan sighed. “No.”
“You can’t just keep me here.”
He raised a single eyebrow. “I think we’ve already established I can do whatever the fuck I please as far as you’re
concerned.”
I switched tactics. “I need to go back to my place to pick up a few things.” That was a total lie but if it would get me out of this hotel suite, I didn’t care.
“You don’t need to return there. I’ll buy whatever you need.”
“I don’t want you to buy anything for me!”
“Well, then it is a good thing I wasn’t planning on asking your permission,” he fired back.
This was going in the wrong direction. I stepped forward and placed my palm over his heart. “Please, Ivan. I just want a little time alone in my apartment to collect some personal items.”
He placed a finger under my chin. “If you defy me, you will be punished. Do you understand?”
I nodded. “I understand.” It was a risk I was willing to take.
I held my breath and waited. After a tense moment, Ivan gave me a curt nod. “Fine. Wait here. I’ll get dressed.”
As he walked away, I let out the breath I was holding. All I needed was a little time away from him. I would pack a quick bag and then head to the office to demand the commission check Larry owed me. After that, I would skip town for a few weeks till Ivan returned to Russia. It was a good plan. I was sure Ivan would realize that his plan was impossible.
We were too different, and we wanted different things out of life. Mainly, he wanted a woman he could fuck senseless and then walk away from without a second thought, and I didn’t want to date a handsome, heartless criminal who was going to make me fall in love with him and then break my heart.
Ivan emerged dressed in a deep blue sweater that made his eyes glow like sapphires, and a pair of dark jeans. I padded barefoot next to him as we left the hotel room and walked toward the garage. The moment we were no longer on the carpet, he swung me up into his arms and carried me the rest of the way to his car.