Page 15 of Unwritten Vows
Derrick
I sip my drink quietly as we wait for the curtain to open on the next act of this goddamn show. I don’t know what I’m thinking, having an in-depth discussion about a fictional play, like I’m some kind of literary analyst or something. I’m a fucking mobster, not a theater connoisseur.
I’m shocked when I feel her tap my arm. “You know, you can feel any way you want. It’s just a show.”
“Oh, yeah, of course.” I try to act nonchalant, but then remember she doesn’t like that, and I also don’t really want to be, so I continue.
“I get what you’re saying. Humans have those gripping feelings inside when they think they love someone, so his brain drove him to do something so over the top.
But I don’t think it’s realistic. You can’t listen to that little voice every single time it speaks.
” Just this morning, my little voice told me to call the news station and tip them off that we'd be here, but I thought better of it, because I’m not a total moron.
“I suppose,” she says, taking a small sip of her champagne and tilting her head in thought.
It feels like we’re just hanging out in front of the TV, discussing the final episode of Game of Thrones or something.
“The problem is, even if he obtains her, he won’t really have her. She won’t buy into it.”
I consider my next sentence carefully, but decide to proceed. I think she’s open to it. “I think we of all people should know that you don’t always get the luxury of having the other person in the marriage buy into it. Sometimes we have to just accept it the way it is.”
Something hardens behind her eyes, but not towards me. She seems obstinate, but not like she usually is—not pushing against me, but some intangible that we can’t see. “Well, I don’t have to accept it,” she says, just before the curtain comes up.
I get sucked into the show again, as the angry, cutthroat princess tries to find out the name of this stranger. And finally, at the end, he’s even stupider than I thought. He’s the one who tells her his fucking name. And instead of giving it up when she’s asked, she calls the stranger “love.”
As the lights come on, I realize I’m holding my breath. I let it all out slowly, still staring at the place where the curtain closed a moment ago.
After one more long inhale, I look over at Liza and notice she’s staring at me with a half-smile on her face. I immediately feel like I’ve been caught in a compromising position, but I’m not sure why. “What?” I ask uneasily.
“You said you’d hate it… but you liked it!” She smiles so hard that her little canines poke out from under her lip.
“I didn’t say I’d hate it. I just said it’d be predictable. And it was.”
“But the sentiment. The idea that both of them could have more than just an arranged marriage? You know it appealed to you.”
I shrug, but something inside of me continues to gnaw at me uneasily. “Maybe. Or maybe I just have heartburn.”
She rolls her eyes, but still quips back. “Well, you are almost 30.”
I feel a rush of something, suddenly, and I decide to act on it. It seems like the right time. I know in my gut that, despite my reservations for disagreeing with her, this date has gone spectacularly well, and she’s loved every touch I’ve given her before this.
I grab her by the shoulders and push my lips to hers before I can second guess it. Get her in the mood now, and maybe she’ll give it up on the way home, or she’ll agree to come to my hotel room for the night.
I really want her. She seems so young and simple, it should be easy , I reason. But nothing is easy with her, and it makes me want her so much more.
She’s slow at first, but it’s a good sign that she doesn’t push me back.
It takes a while, but she finally opens her mouth to let me in.
She’s tentative, like she’s exploring uncertain territory and might fall through quicksand at any moment.
I hold her steady to ground her and assure her that she won’t.
Soon enough, I get what I really want as she sighs and tilts her head so I can get a better angle. I can’t wait for the drive home. I need her now.
I close the curtains with one hand, still grasping one of her slim shoulders in the other as I do so, and I smack the button lock on the door.
“Derrick, what… here?” She sounds just as distressed as she probably thinks she should, but her voice is laced with desire.
“It’s private. I’ll kill anyone who walks in, I swear.”
She laughs, although I’m not joking.
I push her into her chair and rip her dress down past her tits, which pop out one by one. I devour the buds at the tip, sucking her soft skin into my mouth with it. She moans breathily and holds my head as her own tilts back.
Her breasts are just as perfect as she is: small, soft, and milky white. Her nipples harden further as I swirl them with my tongue, and I know she’s ready.
I check her underwear and see that I’m right. “God, you’re so wet for me. Every time.”
“Yes,” she whispers, clutching my hair in her fist.
“I don’t want to spoil you more than you already are, sweet Liza, but I need to taste you again.”
“Ohhh, God,” she says in response, and I take that as an affirmative.
I suck all the little bits of her into my mouth, teasing her with my teeth.
I’m certain someone will hear her; she’s getting louder and louder.
Luckily, however, it’s not even a full minute before she unleashes all over my tongue, rubbing herself against my face in a way she never would have allowed herself to do just this morning, I’m sure.
I suck her until her cries have turned to whimpers, and as I come out from under her dress, she looks at me with a lazy smile. But I want more than that, and my dear little Liza is going to give it to me this time.
“Okay, Princess Liza,” I say, biting her lip and sucking it while gathering her pretty blond tresses into my hand. “I’m not letting you off the hook.” She purrs like a kitten, until I pull her hair tight in my fist.
Her eyes blink open as I yank. “Ow!”
I pull her up, slightly confused and more than a little wobbly on her feet, and drag her to my face. I give her a savage kiss, which she seems unable to resist at the moment, and then breathe the words into her mouth. “You’re going to wrap those pretty lips right around my dick, little Liza.”
I hear her intake of breath, and I see the uncertainty set into the lines on her face. “Don’t even think about running from me, Zaychik moy ,” I add, pulling her hair tighter. After a beat, she whispers, “I don’t know if… if you’d like it…”
This takes me off guard. I lean back away from her and look into her eyes, since I can’t figure out what that statement might mean. She can’t actually think any man might not want that delicate red cupid’s bow around their cock.
I pull her hair tighter. “You don’t want to suck me with that innocent little tongue, baby?”
But that’s not it—I can see it on her face. She wants me badly, and the way she sucks on her bottom lip and lets it out slowly from her teeth shows me everything I need to know.
“You really don’t think you’re good at it?” Her gaze drops to the floor, and I want to kill the fucker who told her she didn’t do it well the first time. “Trust me, sweet girl, you are good at it. You might make me blow just by breathing on it today. Anything you do would feel good.”
“I don’t think so,” she says.
I smash my lips to hers again and say against her mouth, “I know so, baby. So fucking do it.”
She kisses me back hard, and I decide I’ve got her. If she really doesn’t want it, she’ll push back. It’s not like she’s ever been shy about not doing something she doesn’t want to do.
I unleash my throbbing cock from my trousers before releasing her mouth from mine and yanking her hair back hard.
She dips backwards, caught off guard, and I catch her just in time.
Before she can react, I drape her across the deep plush recliner seat she was just sitting in.
I crane her neck all the way back and her mouth opens in surprise.
I don’t hesitate; I stuff my cock right down her throat.
She chokes for a moment and I nearly come just from the sound. I feel the muscles there working, massaging my head, and I groan as a spark ignites in my spine. “Fuck, what are you doing to me, baby?” I ask her with my eyes closed. I can barely hold myself back, like a fucking teen-aged boy.
As I expected, every sensation of her mouth on me feels amazing.
Every tiny move of her tongue or stretch of her lips.
The fact that she feels a little inexperienced just makes this hotter.
And the fact that she’s letting me shove my cock into the back of her throat without putting her hands out to stop me is arousing as hell.
I barely hold out for two minutes, and as soon as that threshold passes, I let go. I expect her to move out from underneath me and make a mess, but she takes it all, choking and spluttering the entire time. I wish I could come again, because that sound makes me crazy.
I nearly lose my footing as she sucks the last drop of cum from my cock and releases me, coughing and breathing heavily.
I grab a few tissues and come back to her as she collects herself.
I wipe her face for her, even when she reaches up to grab the tissues.
“I’ve got it,” I say, trailing down her face slowly so I don’t miss any of it.
To see my cum mixed with her saliva, running down her face, actually stirs my spent cock again somehow.
“If I had you in my bed, I’d fuck you all day and all night.
” I kiss her neck, and she places a hand on the back of my head to push me into her, moaning softly again.
Every sound she makes is more enticing than the last.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. “Boss,” comes the muffled voice of my head of security. “It’s time to leave.”
My men would never bother me during a private time with a woman if it wasn’t extremely important, and I’m immediately put on guard. I lean back from Liza and see her looking curiously at the door. “What is it?” she asks in a disoriented voice.
“I’m sure it’s just some annoying little fuck trying to snap some photos of us.” I stride the few steps to the door and crack it open, sticking my entire body in the way so she can’t see through. “This better be of the utmost importance,” I say in a gruff whisper.
“Cameras at the front of the building, and some are saying they’ve gotten through. You both need to get yourselves together quickly, and if you want to steer clear, you’ll need to go around back. They’ve gotten wind of you being here.”
I glance at Liza out of the corner of my eye, taking in her disheveled appearance.
She never looks like this. Showing up hand-in-hand with another person, half an hour after the show has ended, looking tired and rumpled, would be fine for some people.
But it won’t be fine for her. And it probably won’t be okay with her father, either.
My phone buzzes on the side table next to me as I close the door and stride toward my pants in a heap on the floor. It’s my father. It must be important, since he knows I’m on a date trying to get this girl to fall in love with me.
“Stepinov… Junior.”
“Derrick, there’s some big news.” My father sounds excited, like a high school boy ready to impart a huge rumor about the girl who passed him over for prom.
I turn away from my date, still lightly panting on the lounge chair she just sucked me off on, and speak quietly. “I’m kinda busy here.”
“Yes, I know. I heard you were being tailed. It might be more than paparazzi though. We’ve seen a couple of Edoardo’s men hanging around tonight.”
My ears perk up at that, despite myself. It’s always easier to insert yourself into a conflict—just pretend that you want to help, and you’re usually accepted with open arms.
“So what does that have to do with me?”
“It might be him. He might be trying to catch her in a compromising position, embarrass Daddy through his daughter, or just scope her out. Or, of course, he might want to hurt her, which seems most likely. Either way, the cameras are fine, but watch out for Edoardo’s guys.”
It sounds more like my father is happy about all of this than worried, which unfortunately makes sense.
I can’t tell if he wants them to find us or not.
He makes it clearer with his next words.
“There are only one or two ways this can go sour for us, Derrick. Make sure it goes well. Impress her father.”
I consider the words for a moment, and then get his meaning. If I deliver his daughter safely back to him, I can tell him we were in trouble, tell him my guys and I were worried about her. I imagine I’d have his blessing for anything I wanted in that case.
“Okay, thanks for the tip. I gotta go.” I hang up without saying goodbye and glance behind me.
“Okay, little Liza. Time to get out of here.”