“I don’t give a fuck about the carpet.” He knuckles my chin upward, kissing me deeply.
My toes curl into the lush carpeting as his tongue sweeps past my lips, slow and forceful. His hand slips from my chin, diving into my hair, gripping tight enough to make my scalp tingle.He devours me with brutal patience; every stroke of his tongue leaving no question of who I belong to.
“Get on your knees for me.” He releases my hair and retreats back to the bed.
Slowly, I lower myself to my knees. Heat races up my chest, covering my throat and my face.
It shouldn’t be this easy. He gives a command, and I obey? Where has my spine gone? Why does my stomach flip every time he looks at me this way—sensual and commanding.
“Now crawl to me,” he points to a spot just in front of him.
I take a slow breath, unsure if I can. My gaze flickers to the belt still on the bed. Incentive to obey. Or is it incentive to disobey?
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Vee. Crawl to me.”
Leaning forward, I press my hands into the carpeting. It’s lush and warm. But still, as I move across it, sliding my knees over it, it sends cold shivers through me. How easily this man has bent me to his will.
Focusing on his feet, I keep moving. If I look up, he’ll see how aroused, how utterly desperate I am for him.
“Give me your eyes,” he orders when I reach him.
Slowly, I tilt my head back until I find his eyes—molten pools of need. Another shiver hums across my naked flesh.
“Good girl.” His thick lips spread slowly into a wide grin. “I want you to take slow breaths, deep breaths, all right?”
I realize how shallow my breathing has become, and I sink back onto my heels.
“Slow, Vee. There’s nothing to panic about here, it’s just me and you.” He steps closer to me, cupping my cheek. “Slow and steady; that’s right. Keep your eyes on me. Such a good girl for me already.”
Warmth spreads over my body. The racing thoughts slow, then quiet.
My vision comes into focus. From my submissive position, kneeling at his feet, Ivan towers over me. A looming, dangerous presence, yet my soul calms.
He reaches down, cupping my jaw. “My cock is going to look so beautiful between these pretty lips.”
Instinctively, my gaze drops to his crotch, where his cock tents the slacks.
“My girls wants my cock in her mouth, doesn’t she?” He runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “Answer me, Vee. Do you want my cock in your mouth? Shoved down your throat until you’re not sure you’ll be able to breathe?”
I do, so badly I do. What is wrong with me?
“Yes, sir,” I manage to get the words past the knot in my throat.
He turns his bottom lip inward, dragging his teeth over it. Pride flickers behind his stare.
“Beg for it.” He drops his hand to his side. “Beg to suck my cock.”
I lean back, away from him, shuffling back across the carpet.
“Don’t go anywhere.” He points a finger at me. “Stay there, on your knees, and beg to suck my cock. If you do a pretty enough job, I’ll reward you.”
Oh, god. I can’t. This is an entirely different level of depraved. Made only worse by how my pussy slickens with need.
“Breathe, baby.” His voice is soft, tender, like he’s guiding me through a jungle of emotions. “You can do this; I know you can.”
I press my lips together, glancing at the belt laying on the bed. Incentive to do well, or to do poorly? I’m not even sure which way I want this all to go anymore.
“Vee.” His voice snaps, like a twig breaking in the silent forest alerting to the whereabouts of the serial killer giving chase.
