Page 61 of Toy for the Teachers (Forbidden Fantasies)

MILLIE

It didn’t worry or frighten me to talk of more with Vladimir. With him, no prospect felt unnerving. We could carry on like this with candlelit dinners and shared bottles of wine, or we could have everything his mother wanted… in our own way. As Vlad spoke of her, I began to think she cared less about how the baby came and more about having a new chubby-cheeked child to fuss and fret over.

It felt good to see this side of him, but Vlad and I had so much time. There was no pressure of some ticking clock as we ate dinner together at his dining table for four. With the jazz music playing, I felt a warm haze grow over the scene, and I couldn’t help but sweep my gaze over the apartment and wonder how many surfaces we could use in our… physical endeavors.

I didn’t know if it was the sight of Vlad with his burgundy collared shirt half undone or the fruity white wine, but I was in the mood to explore every room in that lofted apartment and enjoy every inch of Vladimir Pechenko. Late into the night, we tangled ourselves on the long black couch, talking and kissing as record after record played to keep us company. My body laid over Vlad’s broad frame, and my fingers traced the lines of the tattoos I could see.

“We should probably be getting to bed soon,” I remarked. “You wouldn’t happen to have a towel I could borrow, would you? I think I’m going to need to take a shower before bed.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like some company then?” Vlad asked so easily. “I don’t know if you’ve seen, but my shower is big enough for two.”

Oh, I had seen it. When I visited the bathroom between dinner and our time on the sofa, I glimpsed the large walk-in shower, instantly knowing that I needed to try it before I left. Vlad joining me in there was like icing on the cake. I could feel his dark eyes pouring over my body as I pulled myself off him. Like some magnetic pull, Vlad followed me, propping himself up on his elbow and giving me an intense look. I wasn’t giving him the answer he wanted to hear. Impatience was building behind his eyes.

“Did I say I wanted to be alone?” I pointed out.

Vlad’s smile grew sinful. “No, kraseevaia, you didn’t.”

“Then, come on, handsome,” I teased. “We’ve got work in the morning, and you promised to help me out of this dress.”

Vlad didn’t disappoint. With the shower water getting hot, he helped unzip my dress in the bedroom before letting it drop to the floor. He only offered me a few minutes of privacy before impatience would get the better of him, and as I let the water run over my hair, I felt those strong, confident hands find my waist. Vlad’s arms wrapped around me under the water, his chest pressing tighter into my back. My neck naturally inclined to welcome him closer, inviting Vlad to kiss the little heart behind my ear.

A shiver of delight coursed through me.

All at once, I needed more of him, twisting around as the water made my skin slick. I made it easy to let Vlad pin me against the black stone wall. With warm water falling over us like rain, I could feel every muscle in my body becoming more and more pliant. Vlad could tug my heartstrings any way he liked. He could move my limbs as he wished pulling my arms over his shoulders and finding my tongue with his own. The taste of black pepper and wine lingered in his kiss, and I could feel myself getting intoxicated all over again.

“I’m supposed to be getting clean,” I murmured, not honestly caring how long this shower took.

Vlad swore in a darkened tone, “After I’m done with you, you can get as clean as you like.”

As his mouth and hands roved over my body, I could feel his desperation to make a mess of me, to ruin me if possible, and knowing Vlad, he was damn well going to try. His grip massaged my breasts with passionate intent. Though he put my arms right where he wanted them, I grew too tempted by the growing length pressing against my thigh.

I couldn’t let it remain untouched. Vlad couldn’t always get exactly what he craved, so I let my hand wander down his chest. My fingers glided through the veil of running water before finding their home wrapped around his shaft. As I twisted and stroked that rigid member, Vladimir growled against my skin.

“Oh, beautiful…,” he muttered like a prayer and a curse.

“I want you inside me,” I declared with no inhibitions. “Don’t keep toying with me.”

“But I always love how you react.”

With that reply, his hand instantly reached for my aching clit. There was no denying the gasp of pleasure that escaped my lips, yet I couldn’t be bothered when Vladimir’s smile spread into a shit-eating grin. That smug pride was entirely earned.

“I thought only boys liked games,” I taunted him breathlessly.

That got him. Hook, line, and sinker, Vlad took my bait and proved he was many things, but he was not a mere boy. He hitched my left leg up around his waist and pressed my back hard against the cold stone. Vlad was ready to enter me and hold me up as my knees grew weak. With a purposeful guiding thrust, our bodies connected, and my moan of satisfaction escaped into his mouth.

Vlad rocked against me. I grew weaker and weaker, ready to wash down the shower’s drain, but with my hands braced against my lover’s strong shoulders, I wasn’t going there. I stayed there, locked in the moment and pleasure. All I could was let Vlad steal the high-pitched moans with a hungered kiss. He let my teeth tug against his lower lip before I cursed, my head desperate to roll back.

“Shit, yes,” I pleaded breathlessly.

He pushed deeper, a groan rumbling in his chest.

“Don’t give in yet,” he urged me.

I slowly shook my head. “No, no, I won’t.”

I wanted to live in that euphoria all night long, but the climax had my toes curling and the air leaving my lungs. I was so desperate to let go. I craved the flood of a perfect release, yet I held on. I let my fingers and toes curl as I let Vlad take me to greater heights.

“Let go,” he finally declared.

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