Page 32 of Dancing With Desire

“It’s been an eventful night,” she says, releasing my hand. “And for once, it wasn’t me causing a scene.” She almost smiles. “But with all these threats flying around, maybe Marshall will need some backup this evening.” I stare at her in disbelief, and she shrugs. “Yah know, he’s not as hard as he makes out so . . .” She turns, sliding into the car. I glance at Marshall, who’s smirking, and then I slide in beside her before she can change her mind.

We take a longer route back to Victoria’s to make sure we’re not followed. Even the extra security detail aren’t allowed to know where she is staying, I can’t trust they won’t break at an offer of money from my father.

I’m lost in thought when we slow to a stop and Victoria slips her hand back into mine. “Thank you for sticking up for me back there,” she says softly.

“I should’ve done that long ago,” I reply, hating myself for not. “I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“And this one night,” she begins, a look of sadness on her face, “is just that, one night.”

“I’ll take it,” I say eagerly as Marshall drives into the basement car park. And I don’t care that he and Phoebe can hear me. Right now, I’m not ashamed to admit I’m falling apart without her. So, I’ll take whatever she gives me, even the scraps.

We all step into the elevator and ride up to the top without a word. Inside the apartment, Phoebe makes some excuse about needing another drink and disappears to the kitchen with Marshall hot on her heels. I make a mental note to ask him if he’s taken our plan a step too far and he and Phoebe are actually fucking.

Victoria leads me to her bedroom, and the second we’re inside, I loosen my tie, removing it and hooking it around her neck, pulling her to me. “Out there, you might be in charge,” I tell her, and she arches a brow. “But in here,” I spin her around so her back is to my front, and I take her arms, using the tie to secure them, “it’s all mine.” I bury my nose into her neck, inhaling and closing my eyes. The thought of being with her the entire night is making me the happiest I’ve been in a long time.

I unzip the dress, thankful it’s sleeveless so it slides down her body. She steps from it, and I stand her in the middle of the room, slowly walking around her. She keeps her eyes fixed on me in defiance as I run my eyes over her body. It feels like way too long since I’ve had the time to enjoy her beauty. I sit on the edge of the bed and continue to look at her as she shifts uncomfortably. “Dmitry, are we going to?—”

I stand abruptly, and she slams her mouth closed, not bothering to finish her sentence. I take a blindfold from my pocket, and she grins. “You just carry that shit around?”

“In case I have to restrain and blindfold you, mykrasota,” I tell her, slipping it over her eyes.

I stand before her, and when I gently drag a finger over the swell of her breasts, she inhales sharply. I slip her bra straps from her shoulders, tugging the lace cups down. Her nipples instantly pebble as the cooler air hits them, and she breaks out in goosebumps. Without touching her, I lower my mouth to her nipple and lick my tongue over the bud. Then I blow over it, and she shivers. I do the same to her other nipple, and this time, she groans in pleasure. I take my time, swapping between each breast, teasing her with my tongue, and occasionally sucking her nipple into the warmth of my mouth.

I drop to my knees and hook my fingers into her thong, dragging it down her legs. She’s already wet, and our mixed scent from earlier teases me as I tap her inner thighs until she opens her legs wider. I cup her backside in my hands and force her closer, dragging my tongue along her opening and gathering her juices into my mouth, humming in approval at her taste.

“Jesus,” she cries, shuddering. I smirk, pressing my mouth to her pussy and using my tongue to tease her swollen clit. She grinds against me, moaning in pleasure as I lick and suck her. I press my finger to her tight backside, and although she cries as I slip it in just an inch, but she grinds faster against my mouth. When I’m certain she’s about to come, I pull away. She growls in frustration.

“You can’t have all the power and expect to come right away,” I tell her, standing.

I unfasten the buttons on my shirt, shrugging from it. Opening my belt, I tug it from the loops, and I smirk when she jumps as it slaps against the floor. “Turn and bend,” I tell her, which she does without a fuss. “Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers as I untie her hands. She places them on her knees, making sure to stick her backside out. I bring theleather belt down hard, and she hisses, jumping forward slightly. “Again?” I ask.

“Please, Sir.”

I swish it down onto her delicate skin. This time, she doesn’t murmur, and I drag my finger through her wet folds in praise. I unzip my trousers and push them down my thighs, taking my cock from my shorts and rubbing it. “Another?” I ask.

“The buckle, Sir.”

“I didn’t ask which end,” I snap, grabbing her hair at the roots and pulling her head back. She winces. “Just for that, you’ll need to wait to come.”

“Please,” she whispers, and I note her legs shaking. She’s ready. One more touch and she’ll come apart.

I sit on the bed and guide her to me. “You can touch me,” I tell her, forcing her to her knees and positioning her between my open legs. I remove the blindfold, and she blinks a few times.

Resting my hands behind me, I lean back and wait for her to make her move. She tentatively takes my cock in her hand, using the other to cup my balls. I briefly close my eyes, resisting the urge to fuck her. She makes me impatient.

“Ask my permission,” I tell her. Her eyes narrow in the defiant way. Now I’ve let her have a taste of power, she’s craving it. “Challenge me on this and I won’t let you come,” I add, arching a brow.

Her hand travels down her stomach and she cups herself. I snatch it back, grabbing her other and using my tie to secure them in front of her. “Ask my permission,” I repeat.

She sighs. “Can I touch you, Sir?” she grits out in annoyance.

“Yes.”

She takes my cock in her hands and rubs them up and down the shaft. A bead of precum shines at the end, and she licks her lips. “Ask,” I warn, and she glares up at me.

“Can I suck your cock?” she spits, her anger getting the better of her.

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