Page 22 of His Grip

“Come on, baby girl. I want to see you strip. I know you have that inner slut in you. I could feel it each time you pressed yourself against me. But I will never let anyone see it because every part of you is under my power. Now, strip.”

Sofia swallowed and looked into his eyes. Seeing the hunger saturating in there, she smiled and turned around. “I will need help with the zipper.”

Nodding, Viktor crossed the space and pulled it down, tapping her ass softly before walking back to the bed. Sofia didn’t turn around, rolling her waist sensually as she took the sleeves of the dress off, allowing it to fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, clad in nothing else. She had intentionally not put on any underwear, but she hadn’t planned on it getting out of her control like this.

Viktor openly watches her, not making any attempt to hide the lust in his eyes. He tilts his head and murmurs, “Look at me, Sofia.” Her eyes found his, and she sucked in a deep breath. “I want you to do something for me. I can’t touch you because you don’t want me to. But how about you touch yourself and let me watch?”

A red patch appeared on her cheeks and her eyes pulled away from his instantly. Sofia had never done that before, not in front of anyone. But he was asking her for it, and it made her tremble with so much awareness of herself and the man sitting across her - the one her body couldn’t seem to stop wanting.

“Sofia, I have a pile of work on my desk. Play with yourself so I can get around to them. Unless you want me to touch you. Trust me when I say that I wouldn’t mind doing that. Some days, I still remember the scent of your pussy on my fingers. It makes me want to do it again. Come on.”

Sofia would usually not have allowed anyone to ask her for something like that, but it was Viktor. She couldn’t say no to him. And she loved the look in his eyes each time she did something he liked. It filled her with so much excitement that she craved it every day. Of course, it would be the last thing she admitted to him.

Sliding her finger into her mouth, Sofia made it damp with her saliva before putting it into her pussy. It got soaked with her juice immediately as she sucked in a breath, and tried to calm herself before starting to move.

“Thrust harder, baby girl,” Viktor drawled, his hand already on his pants as he stroked his erection through the fabric. His eyes never strayed away from her, drinking Sofia totally and watching the arousal on her finger each time it came out before thrusting in again. “Add your ring finger.”

Sofia halted at once, staring at him. So, he got up and in long strides, took her hands in his and slid both fingers back into her. She moaned as he helped her, thrusting slowly with one hand resting above her head. Sofia bit her lip as her back scraped the wall, enjoying the sensation hitting her. He saw her eyes roll and stopped her abruptly, taking her fingers out. He takes her fingers into his mouth, licking off her wetness before lifting her with one hand. Viktor returned to the bed and dropped her in the middle, coming down after her.

“The whole room smells of your arousal,” he whispers, edging close to her pussy. Sofia reached for a pillow and held on to it as his tongue flicked through her clit. A tremble hit her body as his controlling mouth ate her out. Sofia felt every bit of the nibble, the bite, the lick, the pleasure. He tongue-fucked her until her legs started shaking. She came in shards all over him, falling to the bed in a heap as the aftereffects of the orgasm took over.

“I knew you would taste amazing,” he growled, licking his lips. “Next time, I will not deny my dick this pleasure. You have been taunting him for too long, and I think it is only right for him to have his way.

Sofia's eyes flashed to his, and for a brief moment, there was something more in them than just lust. There wasunderstanding. And maybe, just maybe, something else he couldn’t name.

“I’m not going to give you what you want,” she said, her chest rising and falling with the same frantic rhythm as his. “Not yet.”

Viktor’s hands squeezed around her. "You think you can deny me forever? You think you can make me wait for it?"

“I never said forever," Sofia replied, sounding almost too sweet, too tamed. "Just... not right now."

He exhaled sharply, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. His hands slid down to her waist, and leaned in, his lips raking her ear as he whispered, “You’ll regret making me wait.”

But instead of submitting, Sofia turned her head just slightly, her mouth hovering near his jaw. She kissed the line of his neck slowly, teasingly, dragging her lips along his skin, the heat of her touch intensifying. Her touch was light, but each kiss sent shockwaves of desire straight to his core. He shuddered, resisting the urge to push her against the bed.

But something inside him held him back. He didn’t want to force her—not yet. He wanted to see just how far she’d go, wanted to feel her fight against him.

Sofia’s restlessness was becoming unbearable. The four walls of the penthouse felt like a gilded cage, each day blurring into the next. Viktor had promised her security, but all she could feel was the suffocating weight of his dominance. She longed to break free, to feel the rush of freedom once again—the kind of freedom she used to have before all of this.

It had been days since she’d last ventured outside, and she was done with being cooped up. The idea of going out—of being in a crowded, loud club, surrounded by people who didn’t knowher—pulled at her. For just a few hours, she could pretend to be herself again. To feel something other than his stares at her, his constant reminders that she was now part of his world, a world that came with rules and restrictions.

“Viktor,” she said, standing in front of him. “I want to go out. Just for a few hours. I need to get out of here.”

Viktor didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk, his expression already hardening. “No.”

“No?” she repeated, her frustration building. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not safe,” he said, dismissing her request like it was nothing more than a child’s whim. “Alexei is still a threat, and you’re not stepping foot out of this penthouse while he’s playing his games.”

Her chest constricted at the mention of Alexei’s name. She knew the man was a problem. But she wasn’t just some pawn to be hidden away. “I’m not your prisoner, Viktor. I can handle myself.”

He stood, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her blood run cold. “You think I’m keeping you here for my own amusement?” His jaw clenched, and for a moment, she saw the flash of something dangerous in his eyes—something that wasn’t just about dominance. It was about protection, a fierce, possessive need to keep her safe.

“I don’t care if you can handle yourself,” he continued, his pitch rising slightly. “You are my responsibility. You don’t get to just waltz into a club and put yourself in danger for some fleeting thrill.”

Sofia’s heart pounded. She hated this. Hated how he spoke to her like she was a child, like she didn’t have the ability to make her own choices. “You don’t own me, Viktor,” she snapped, sauntering closer, the anger bubbling up. “I’m not a possession for you to claim. I’m a person. I don’t need you to decide what’s best for me.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the room laden with unsaid words. Viktor’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes unreadable. She could see the storm brewing in him, but she wasn’t about to back down.

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