Page 6 of Wicked Vow

“Did you dream about the little show I gave you last night?” I roll over onto my stomach, crawling between his legs as I look down at his thick, rigid length. “Did you enjoy it?”

Mikhail glares down at me, his jaw clenching, and I laugh. “Maybe I should give you a little something.”

“I swear to fucking god–” he growls, and I grin up at him, reaching up to run my hands up the inside of his thighs.

“Surely you know how to ask nicely.” I run my tongue over my lower lip. “You must need to comesobadly. I could be convinced–”

I slide my hands higher as I murmur it, fingers tracing very close to his cock. It jerks in response, and Mikhail’s eyes flutter closed. It sends a jolt of satisfaction through me, because I know how hard he must be trying not to react.

It’s very close to being out of his control now, though. And after so long of having my control taken away from me, however pleasurably, I’m enjoying the shift in power.

Slowly, I lean closer, my hand loosely circling his shaft. I can see the flicker of frustration in his eyes, how much he needs more–for me to grip, stroke, and give him the friction he so desperately needs. His lips press tightly together, and I know exactly how hard he’s trying right now not to beg me.

“Maybe I can make it a little easier for you to decide,” I murmur, the tips of my fingers trailing upwards along the underside of his shaft, brushing against the straining flesh, and Mikhail’s mouth opens as he groans.

“You fucking–”

“Now, now.” I laugh, leaning close enough for him to feel my warm breath on his sensitive skin. “Is that any way to talk to someone who has what you want?”

And then, as he looks down at me with that taut, angry expression on his face, I flick out my tongue against the underside of his swollen cockhead.

“Bladya! Fuck!”Mikhail’s back arches, his hips jerking as the sensations ripple through his body as I torment his oversensitized cock. He’s been hard without release for too long, and I know even the slightest touches must feel exquisite and terrible all at once.

His thighs are trembling as I run my tongue around the edge of his tip, pre-cum leaking onto my tongue as he throbs in my hand. I know he’s very close, and I have to be careful if I don’t want to give him the release he so clearly needs.

“Beg,” I whisper, looking up into those furious ice-blue eyes as I rub my tongue beneath his cockhead, still loosely stroking him. And then, as his mouth twists, his chest heaving as he breathes, I slide my mouth down his cock for one brief moment, my hand tightening as I give him the exquisite pleasure of tight, hot, wet suction as I grip him hard.

The sound he makes is almost animal, a deep groan as he bucks beneath me, desperately trying to thrust into my throat, I let him push deeper for just a second, giving him a brief glimpse of satisfaction, and then I jerk back, letting go of him as I sit back on my heels between his legs.

Mikhail groans, his body twisting on the sheets as his cock jerks upright, throbbing visibly as pre-cum drips down the glistening shaft. “Fucking–fucking suck my cock,suka–”

“I saidbeg, notcommand,” I tell him, my hands sliding along my naked thighs as I look down at him. “You were the one who told me how good pain and pleasure could be, combined. And you weren’t entirely wrong about that. I’m just giving you a chance to enjoy it too.”

“You’re going to pay for this–”

“That’s getting boring to hear. Maybe you need one more reminder of how good it feels when I touch you and how much it hurts when I stop.”

I lean forward, wrapping my hand around his cock once more as I take him in my mouth, sucking hard as I slide down, letting him feel every bit of the hot, wet tightness of my mouth and throat as I grip him around the base, swallowing his cock. And then, just as I feel him starting to shudder, knowing he’s almost past the point of no return, I slide back up, sliding all the way off of the bed this time.

Mikhail stares at me for a moment, almost dazedly, as if he’d been so close to the edge that, in his mind, he’d already started to come. I can see a thick white pearl of cum at the tip of his cock, sliding down as he twitches helplessly, and I hear him gasping as I turn away.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about how you speak to me,” I call over my shoulder as I walk to the closet, looking for something to get dressed in.

When I come back, I toss sweatpants and a t-shirt at Mikhail, reaching for the gun before I get the key to the handcuffs. He’s still hard, and he glares at me as I start to undo the cuffs.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” he asks angrily, jerking his head towards his stubborn erection, and I laugh.

“Nothing,” I tell him flatly. “And if you touch it, I’ll make you wish to god you never had a cock at all. You had so much fun deciding when and ifIgot to come, I thought I wanted to take a turn at it myself.”

I step back, holding the gun on him as I nod towards the clothes. “I, at least, am nice enough to let you get dressed for breakfast. At least partially because we have places to go, but still. The point remains. You won’t be eating naked and tied to a chair, so remember that.”

As soon as he’s dressed, I nod toward the door. “You know the drill. Head downstairs, make us breakfast, and we’ll eat. And I’ll have the gun on you the whole time, so don’t think about trying anything funny.”

“You’re going to regret this,” Mikhail hisses as we walk down the stairs. “Viktor isn’t going to be kind to you. Not after the way you’ve treated one of his most trusted men–”

“Usedto be one of his most trusted men,” I correct him. “If I remember everything you told me, half the reason you’ve been stuck in Moscow is that he doesn’t trust you anymore.”

I follow him into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table as Mikhail walks to the refrigerator. “I’ve heard things about Viktor too, you know. I met him and his wife at a gala. And I think there’s a chance that he’ll help Ruby and me.”

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