Page 31 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
“Like?” he wonders.
I swallow. Ask him something profound and personal? My tongue has a different aim in mind. “Why do you have your penis pierced?”
We both glance down to the center of his slacks. Is that a slight bulge I see? My cheeks heat, and I’m not sure if I enjoy the idea that he may like feeling me against him as much as I do. Or, it could be a trick of the light.
“Why? Control,” he says simply. “To prove that I alone can exert ownership over my body.”
I frown. It’s a surprisingly deep and profound answer. I figure most men in the same position would mention something about wanting better orgasms. Intrigued, I shift around him to straddle his lap, spreading my legs directly over that suspicious bulge. Persistent heat firmly nudges my core, and I flinch in response. Not a trick of the light, after all.
Fighting to stay focused, I rise up just enough so that I can look down on him, and I quirk my lips into my own mischievous smile. “Do you think I should get my clit pierced, baby? I, too, am known for my exemplary self-control.”
A muscle in his jaw twitches even as his dark eyes remain carefully blank. “I don’t think you could handle the pain,baby.”
“Oh?”Bastard.I lower myself hard, relishing in the low grunt that rips from his throat. His hands capture my hips automatically though he doesn’t guide my movements—deliberately, I suspect with an internal giggle. My first aim is to change that. “I can handle anything,” I insist while rocking my hips to tease that bulge further.
Within seconds, however, the tables turn. Needling him becomes less important than feeling him. Moisture dampens my inner thighs and at the back of my mind, I know it’s shameless to tease him, when I could wind up ruining his expensive clothes in the process. But logic melts away like tissue paper against the waves of pleasure just grinding on him inspires. If I shift in the right direction, the friction of his pants scrapes over my clit. It’s brief, fiery bliss. A little wiggle in the other direction, and the sensation is enhanced tenfold.
And I’m not the only one loving this, it seems.
His eyelids flutter, his jaw tightening by the second. A hint of something dangerous flickers across his irises, gone before I even have the sense to fear it. Sense being the operative word.
He feels so damn good. My thoughts dissipate, and what little remain turn to sex. What it would feel like if he fucked me from this position. How his piercing would feel pressing against the innermost parts of me. Each devious thought seems to take control of my hips, making them move faster. Slower.
As if from far away, I register a sudden knock on the door of the suite, followed by Vadim’s surprisingly guttural command, “Come in.”
“H-Huh?” I vaguely register the door opening before a tall man in a suit strolls in, a silver tray balanced on one hand while he holds a bottle of wine in the other. Our unfortunate room service deliverer.
He takes one look at me—straddling Vadim completely naked—and nearly drops both items onto the damn floor. Not to mention that the sea of partially opened Chanel boxes makes the room a hell he’s forced to navigate like some weird, fashion-focused game of twister. Finally, he makes it to the dining table and unloads his burden before he practically hops back to the entrance of the suite.
“Add a grand to the tab for the gratuity,” Vadim says as the man bows and closes the door.
“Mean!” I grind on him mercilessly, desperate to ruin his fancy smanshy pants by way of payback. My traitorous body makes that task ten times easier to accomplish—the tailor-made fabric is already soaked. My brain is in la-la land, and I’m too far gone to stop. I could come like this, I realize happily. I wiggle my hips in the hopes of spurring that inevitability on faster. He might have the last laugh, but at least I’d salvage something from this. Something I suspect will be well worth the hassle. Tempting heat creeps through my belly, spurring me on. I’m so close already…
And right when I’m on the very edge, he grips my hips, wrenching me off of him.
“No!” I claw at his shoulders, trying to find my way back onto his lap.
I’m no match. Utilizing effortless strength, he stands, keeping me at bay with a single grip on my arm. Then he pivots. I land on my back, staring up at him stunned as he rips the belt from his slacks and tosses it aside. My mouth waters when he unfastens his pants next, freeing his cock. It’s more than just a little hard now, pulsing and erect, his piercing gleaming.
I spread my legs, alarmed by how his eyes fixate on me in response. He’s anything but disinterested. Even the thought of having him touch me makes all of my logical brain malfunction. The needy whore takes over.
“Please…” I arch my hips, presenting myself to him. “Please. Please—”
An uncharacteristic grunt rips from him. Tearing off his suit jacket, he mounts the bed and grabs my thigh, yanking me closer. My heart pounds as my ass comes precariously close to slipping off the edge of the bed.
Before I can even fall, he catches me, positioning himself against me. Those dark eyes find mine, flashing and furious. Have I pushed poor Vadim to his limits again?
Good.I writhe, stroking myself up and down his length, feeling him strain even as he grits his teeth. The reigns of his restraint are stretched thin, I suspect. Seconds from snapping entirely.
So I do the good, respectful thing and palm his hips, sinking my nails in.
“Merde!” He bucks, entering me so mindlessly deep that I lose track of everything but the need to drive him deeper. Take more.
I beg for him, slurring each request in increasingly explicit tones that would make me blush in my right mind. “Fuck me. Yes. So deep. Please!”
I come off the mattress, nearly climbing up his body just to enhance every thrust. My moans drip into his ear, my nails grazing whatever parts of him I can reach.
“So good. So good. So good—”
