Page 55 of Taming Mika

“Hands on your thighs, Mika,” he commands as he slowly guides my head forward.

As if acting of their own volition, my palms find the tops of my thighs, and I grip my legs as he slides his swollen tip down the back of my throat. I sputter, gagging at the deep penetration, and fresh tears sting my eyes. At the same time, throbbing excitement makes my slick folds swell, and I’m tempted to reach down and touch myself. But if I do, Alfie will know, and I’ll be disobeying his orders. A flare of defiance ignites in my belly, and my hand twitches closer to the inside of my leg.

“My dirty girl, you like it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you?” he murmurs, increasing the intensity of his pace, penetrating my throat more deeply with each thrust. “You want to come, don’t you?”

I moan, unable to speak with my mouth so full of his cock, but aching for relief. Alfie groans, his hips rocking forward more adamantly, and I choke, tears streaming down my cheeks. My clit pulses, my excitement intensifying even as my throat spasms around his hard tip. Air hisses between his teeth, and his fingers tighten in my hair as I look up the length of his perfectly sculpted torso at his chiseled face. His eyes burn with desire, his jaw locked with tension as he uses my mouth like it was made for his cock. The pressure building between my thighs is more than I can stand, and I whimper as I grasp my legs until my nails dig into my bare skin. I need to come so badly, it hurts. If I touched myself right now, I’m sure it would take nothing to send me over the edge, because Alfie’s possessive dominance has me so turned on, I can’t think straight.

Without warning, Alfie pulls out, his grip firm in my hair as his cock hovers over my lips. “Do you have anything to tell me,vitale?” he murmurs, his free hand brushing the tears from my cheeks with soft fingers as he tries to coax the promise from me.

Swallowing hard, I feel the absence of his thick girth in my throat, and my clit pulses, but I refuse to back down. Licking my swollen lips, I maintain eye contact as I reach up to wipe my chin. Alfie’s eyes shift to track the movement, and his jaw clenches when I remain silent—two acts of defiance at once. Releasing my hair, he reaches down to grasp my upper arms, and with impressive strength, he brings me to my feet.

“You think I can’t convince you to stay?” he purrs.

“You’re going to punish me either way,” I say petulantly, lifting my chin.

“Maybe that’s where the problem lies.” Alfie’s low voice sounds so calm, but the dangerous edge makes my stomach knot, and a shiver of fear races up my spine. “I think maybe you like your punishments a little too much.” Alfie wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me roughly against his chest as he reaches between my thighs with his free hand.

I shudder as his fingers slide between my folds, soft and inviting. I can feel how wet I am by the slick friction—the electric pleasure that makes me cry out. My clit throbs as his fingertips whisper across it just lightly enough that I teeter on the precipice of release without toppling.

“Fuck, Mika,” he growls. “You’re sofuckingwet for me.” He brings two glistening fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean with a deliberate groan. “How about this? You tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll let you come while I fuck you.”

Maybe Alfie doesn’t realize just how close I am to an orgasm, but at this point, unless he decides to walk out of this room right now, I don’t think he can stop me. “Screw you,” I hiss, leaning into his powerful chest so I can glare up at his arrogant smirk.

He chuckles deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through my palms and chest and making fresh tingles race across my skin. Reaching down, he shoves my suitcase off the bed, sending clothes flying across the floor. He pushes me down onto the bed, grasping my knees and bending them until they’re pressed against my shoulders, spreading me wide as he plants his palms on the mattress beside me.His thick tip presses between my folds, and I gasp as he slides inside me with one powerful thrust. I moan, so close to the brink that my walls clamp down on him like a vise. Alfie groans as he pauses inside me, waiting until my body relaxes, the moment of release fading. The lack of relief is excruciating, and I squirm beneath him, desperate for any kind of friction that might push me over the edge.

“You think you own your pleasure?” he murmurs, nipping my lower lips. “You’remine, Mika. Every orgasm, every drop of your arousal belongs to me, and I’ll let you come when you promise me you won’t ever try to leave again.”

He rocks inside me, stretching me as he fills me up so completely it almost hurts. My muscles are so tight with anticipation, I could scream, but every time I think I’m going to come, he pauses just long enough for that building tension to subside.

“Damn it, Alfie,please,” I moan after the third time. I’m panting, my body quivering, I’m wound so tight.

“Please, what?” he asks, trapping the lobe of my ear between his teeth.

I gasp, my walls tightening around him, and I squirm, but he has me so completely trapped beneath him—pinned to the bed—that I can’t move.

“Let me come,” I whimper.

He thrusts deep, burying himself to the hilt, and I cry out, the pleasure crackling up my spine, but then he stops. “I’ll let you come all night long,vitale. But first, you have to promise you’re done running.”

The frustration is driving me crazy, feeding my temper, and I can’t stop thinking about how wrong it is that I want him this badly. The guilt, anger, and tension keep feeding off each other until I’m boiling over, ready to lash out and hurt him.

“You should have just left me alone,” I hiss, glaring up at him. “I wish I never met you.” As soon as I say it, I know it isn’t true, and the realization puts my stomach in knots. Cold adrenaline rushes through my veins, making me shiver. My tangle of emotions threatens to strangle me, and I fight back tears, because now I knowjust how trapped I am. I should leave—I shouldwantto leave—but I’m not sure I know how anymore.

“It’s too late now,” Alfie says darkly. “We can’t go back.”

The haunting look in his eyes turns my blood to ice, and even though I’m scared of the Russians and what they’re capable of, I realize for the first time that Alfie doesn’t just mean he’s my best chance of survival—even if it’s true. He means he’s set his sights on me, and he won’t let me go. Maybe he doesn’t even know how. Worst of all, I’m not sure I want him to. As much as I hate to admit it, I like how Alfie possesses me. He’s proven with his actions that I’m not just his side piece—I’ve become his entire world. Men have said the words to me before—made promises they couldn’t keep—but no one has called off their wedding and started a war over me. I still haven’t wrapped my head around the violence, but as ashamed as I am to admit it, I do like how that makes me feel—even if I shouldn’t.

“You belong to me, Mika, and I won’t let anyone touch you if you would justletme protect you, like I’m trying to do. But I can’t do that if you won’t do as I say.”

“I’m not your property,” I say, but the anger I’m trying to convey sounds too breathy to hold much weight as he slides in and out of my wet entrance, releasing electric pleasure up and down my spine.

“You’re much more than that,” he promises me, thrusting deep and hard until I start to see stars.

“Alfie!” I gasp, all the built-up anticipation wound like a tight spring in my belly as I reach that tantalizing cliff edge.

He pulls out of me abruptly, leaving a giant hole in my chest as emptiness floods in like a black hole. I sob, the torture of my unsatiated need more painful than any spanking he could ever give me. I miss the riding crop at this point—even though my skin is still raw from where Alfie punished me this afternoon. I wish I could know what it feels like to be spanked with a belt rather than this constant teasing, this agonizing deprivation.

“Turn over,” he commands, rocking back and releasing me from my constrained position.

---