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Arielle

This was not the first time I was giving Mikhail a blowjob, but I could never get over how big he was. My eyes burned as I struggled to completely fit him into my mouth. I could feel his head stretching my throat, preventing any form of air from going in. But it was the way he groaned and pulled at my hair that kept me going. The knowledge of the fact that I was giving him pleasure dulled every discomfort.

He looked like a god from my view, the water from the shower pouring on his skin and dripping on me, and I was certain I looked like a devoted servant on my knees.

“That’s it, baby. Keep going. Suck this dick like a good girl.” He moaned, gripping my hair tighter and thrusting into my mouth. I lived for his subtle words of praise and how he didn’t treat me like a porcelain doll. How he awakened suppressed primal needs in me and how he completely satisfied them.

“Urrgggh—mmhgh,” unintelligible sounds left my throat as he kept thrusting into my mouth, clouding my taste buds with his salty, musky taste. I have never been so turned on from blowing a guy. My nipples were taut, and so much moisture had built up between my thighs that I could feel it dripping from me.

My hands sneaked between my thighs, frantically stroking my clit in an attempt to release the pressure building in my pelvis.

“You don’t touch yourself unless I say so, princess,” Mikhail warned, glaring at my hand. “Only I get to make you cum. Only I get to taste you.”

I whimpered in protest but withdrew my hand, reaching up to cup his balls and squeeze lightly as I took him deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck!” His response was followed by irregular thrusts and vibrations, and my taste buds exploded with the salty taste of his cum filling my mouth. I struggled to swallow every drop, but some escaped following his irregular thrusts and rolled down my chin. His movements finally came to a stop, and I looked up to find him watching me through heavy lids.

“Get up.” He ordered, and I was on my feet before my head could register the command.

“Pace your hands on the wall. Don’t look at me.”

Anticipation and suspense coiled up in my stomach as I held the wall, turning my back to him. The feeling of not knowing what he was doing behind me heightened my senses as I strained my ears for a sound.

“So beautiful,” his voice came out low and husky. “Arc your hips for me baby. Let me see your pussy.”

My body moved on its own accord, gripping the walls tightly as I arched my back flashing him an eye full of my pussy. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t have to. I could feel his eyes on me, and my skin burned everywhere his eyes touched. The heat moved from my back and finally settled on my pussy, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I’ve never let a man watch me before. We were either fucking or not, no in between. Something about bearing yourself that way made me uncomfortable, but here I was, against my better judgment, legs spread out and my pussy in the open for Mikhail, and I was loving every bit of it.

I didn’t hear him walk up to me. All I heard was his soft hum as his finger gently ran through my drenched folds, gathering the moisture on my clit and tracing slow circles. The sensation had my toes curling, and I held on tighter to the walls to steady myself. “Mikhail,” I moaned, thrusting myself further into his fingers. I wanted more. Pleasure seeped into my veins, spreading through every part of my body, and his fingers did very little to ease the pressure that was building in me.

“Please,” I drawled, grinding myself into his fingers. Caution and common sense were out the window, and in their place was the burning need for him to fill me up.

“Please, what?” He murmured, peppering my back with light kisses and soft bites. “Go on, tell me what you want.” His finger pressed into my clit, the pressure almost causing my knees to buckle. I opened my mouth to tell him, but my brain could barely string a sentence together with his hands on me. My head was blank and devoid of thoughts. I was a bundle of nerves responding to whatever he gave me.

I felt his tongue on my neck, nibbling and licking his way to my ears. “You want me to shove my cock into you and fuck your cute little pussy till you can’t feel anything but me moving in and out of you? You want me to fuck you so hard till your throat is raw from screaming my name?”

Fuck! My walls clenched with every promise he made, and I didn’t know if it was possible for my pussy to get wetter than it was at the moment.

“You want that?” he asked, biting deep into my neck. I could only muster a nod, not trusting my voice to do a good job.

“Words, princess. If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to say it.”

“I want you to fuck me, Mikhail.” I practically screamed in one breath, and he chuckled darkly against my ears.

“As you wish.”

That was the only warning I got before he shoved his cock into me, almost pushing me into the wall. I was so wet he met no resistance, but I could feel the slight burning as he moved in and out of me.

“Oh my god!” I screamed, gripping the walls tighter as he thrust into me. His hands gripped my hips, angling me so he was hitting that spot that sent me into a frenzy. My vision was blurry, and my throat was raw from screaming. Every thrust of his hips sent raw jolts of electricity through me, drawing an even louder moan from me.

“You feel so good.” He groaned, intensifying the force of his thrust. “And you fit so fucking tight like you were made to be fucked by me.”

“You.”

Thrust

“Are.”

Thrust

Mine.

And with a final earth-shattering thrust, he drew my orgasm from me. A loud cry escaped my lips as my walls clenched and my hips gyrated erratically with the force of my orgasm. Mikhail didn’t stop fucking me. He kept thrusting into me till I felt him stiffen, and my walls were coated with his cum, some of it leaking into my thighs.

My legs suddenly felt jelly, and he was fast to catch me before I fell to the ground. This was hands down the best sex of my life.

*****

I woke from the longest sleep of my life to the sweet aroma of bacon and pancakes. I have vague memories of Mikhail picking me from the bathroom floor and washing me off before laying me on the bed. After that, the rest was oblivion. I moved to swing my feet off the bed and was stopped by the dull pain in my pussy. The downside of great sex was how sore you got the morning after.

“Morning Sunshine.” Mikhail appeared at the door, a tray of breakfast and orange juice in hand. I didn’t know how sore my throat was until I opened my mouth to return his greeting and croaked like the closest relative of a frog. The idiot chuckled lightly and handed me a bottle of water, and I shot him a glare, to which he replied with a wide smile. He wrecked my pussy and throat and had the guts to smile? Jerk.

“I’m not the best chef, but I was told I make mean pancakes.” He said, setting the tray of food on the nightstand.

“How are you feeling?” He picked up my hands and started to trail kisses from my fingers to my upper arms. I felt the familiar tingle run down my spine but shoved him away, not sure my body can handle anything at this point.

“I’m fine, thank you. Now let me eat. I need to replenish my strength.” I grumbled, picking the food from the tray and taking a bite of the pancake.

My eyes widened in pleasant surprise, and Mikhail’s lips curled up in a manner that said “told you so. ”

The pancakes were surprisingly tasty. They tasted a lot better than what most breakfast cafès sold. “This is really good,” I said through a mouth full of food.

“Eat up and get dressed. We have a long day,” he said, placing a kiss on my head and making his way to the bathroom.

My nose scrunched up, and I sent him a suspicious look. “Long day? Why?”

He turned to give me an incredulous look, which I responded to with an equally confused look. “Happy Birthday Sweetheart.”

Happy birthday!

I blinked twice and quickly grabbed my phone from the bed stand, powering it. On my screen, bold and bright, was the 18th of July. And beneath the date were a gazillion notifications from Vivian, a few from Julia, and a single Happy Birthday text from Father.

Shit! Shit! I was so lost in this web I had completely lost track of time. And Vivian—I opened her most recent text and was assaulted by multiple stickers and questions about my whereabouts. A second glance at my taskbar revealed the time to be eleven a.m.

“Is everything alright?” Mikhail asked, watching as I dropped the food tray and started putting on my clothes.

“Everything is not fine, babe. My friends requested to host me a birthday brunch, and I totally lost track of time,” I lied through my teeth, turning my back to him to do up my zipper. It amazed me how good I’ve become at lying. I can cook up the most convincing lie on the spot, no matter what the situation is, without blinking or stuttering.

“Woah. You could just text and tell them you’ll make it up to them. I made plans for us.” He murmured, kissing my neck, and I practically squirmed from him.

“That would be cruel. They made plans to make me feel special, and the least I can do is show up. I can always see you later in the day,” I smiled softly at him.

Sometimes, I found it hard to reconcile the Mikhail I was seeing with the Mikhail I knew. If I hadn’t seen his file before the meeting, I wouldn’t have pegged him to be the cold-hearted killer he was. Granted, he did possess this air of dominance that clung to him like a second skin, setting him apart from most men, but it was nothing compared to the sinister being that lurked beneath.

“Peter will drop you off, and I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, placing a soft kiss on my lips. I could only muster a nod, the familiar cold feeling of disgust crawling over me as the reminder of his true identity reclaimed my memory.

****

“Where in the name of God have you been, Ari? I sent a surprise gift to you at dawn, only for the delivery guy to call and say you weren’t home,” Viv exclaimed the moment I stepped into her house.

“I’m sorry, Viv. I spent the night at Mikhail’s,” I said, sinking into the sofa.

“Oh,” Her body visibly relaxed. “You should’ve texted. I was worried, and your phone was off. I sent you a million texts.”

“More like a billion,” I smiled. “But you’re right, I should’ve texted. Sorry about that.”

When she didn’t reply, I turned my head to find her staring at me, a look of worry etched on her face. “Let it out, Vivian.”

“Does he scare you? Has he tried anything inappropriate with you? I know you have to get him to trust you and all, but Ari we know how dangerous this man is and if he’s making you do—?”

“Hey, hey. Breath.” I said, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her eyes on me. “There’s nothing to worry about. He has not done anything mildly inappropriate or scary. At least for now,” I added.

“Are you sure? I know how passionate you can get with these things, especially when children are involved. Promise me you’ll tell Father or me if things ever get out of hand,” she said, holding my hands.

I would be the biggest liar if I said I didn’t understand her fears. Mikhail was a dangerous man, and anyone threading with him should do so with caution.

“I will,” I promised. “But for now, I need to get rested. Mikhail said he would be picking me up at seven. I think he has something planned.”

“He’s making plans for your birthday?” The look of worry on her face was replaced with that of disbelief.

“I’m as shocked as you are, girlfriend. This is progress. He should be all trusting and let me in on his deepest secrets in no time,” I smirked and stalked off to the bedroom.