Chapter 14

DIMITRI

The last chance I have of avoiding a ticket to hell vanishes when I see Anya Renée on her knees before me just because I asked her to. As a flame of wicked fire lights in my chest, my brain imagines scenarios of how many orders she would follow just because I gave them.

The sheer, net-like fabric of her outfit leaves little to the imagination, revealing the contours of her body in a teasing display. Her smooth, bare thighs beckon my gaze as she delicately adjusts her position, arching her back and perching provocatively on her heels.

She tilts her head to look at me, and her bright, alluring eyes catch the light, her pupils aglow with a promise of intimate connection, a pledge of a passion that will deepen the bond between us.

“You’re beautiful,” I utter through a ragged breath. “Anything I should know before we start?” I nod my head toward the wall of toys so she knows I intend to use them.

“Just don’t hit me,” she answers softly, no hesitation in her voice. Her golden hair is spread over her shoulders delicately like a glowing frame of heavenly light. “Everything else is fine. You can use the flog, but that’s it.”

“Not a fan of pain, are you?”

“No.” She nibbles on her bottom lip, making my cock as hard as concrete in my pants. “Don’t hurt me.”

I rub my neck and make my way to the array of tantalizing instruments. My fingers trail over the various tools before settling on the leather flogger. If she has given her consent for its use, then that is what I will employ.

With the flogger in hand, I also take a piece of red silk and approach her again. Her pupils dilate even more upon seeing the implements, and she moistens her lips, her complexion flushing pink.

“Is there a story behind that? Have you been hurt?” I ask, placing the flogger on the bed.

“I had an ex,” she says. “We were teens, and he slapped me while we were doing it. I didn’t enjoy it. Told him to stop, but he kept slapping me again and again.”

The image of a vulnerable Anya beneath a dumb fuck of a boy flashes before my eyes, causing me to curl the silk fabric around my hand and make a fist. Then the image flashes to me strangling that boy. “What’s the bastard’s name?” I grind my teeth, seething.

“Lionel Carlo,” Anya replies promptly, a reminiscent, remorseful look in her eyes as they meet mine.

~A Lionel Carlo is going to hurt soon. That, I am sure of.~

My rage dies when I see Anya’s soft features. The black pools within her irises glisten as she stares at me. My hand reaches for her cheek and brushes a wandering strand of hair away. “I won’t hurt you,” I whisper. “Close your eyes.”

She follows my orders, and I walk behind her to tie the red silk over her eyes. I twist the fabric into a ribbon behind her head while she stays completely still.

I tug at the knot to check its strength. “Is it too tight?”

“No,” she says in a breathy tone. “It’s perfect.”

“Good.” Picking up the flogger, I step back to Anya’s front. As I drag the leather falls over her bare shoulders, goosebumps rise on her flesh. After positioning myself in front of her mouth, I work my zipper down to allow my swollen cock to spring free.

“Sit here, and don’t say a word. You speak, and I won’t let you cum.” My voice is commanding, its deep rumble reverberating through my chest.

The demeanor I have to hide in public is rising to the surface, coming up to show my true face. But seeing her here, having other men look at her, filled me with a sense of possessiveness so maddening that it took me by surprise.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, though. We had one night to give in to our desires and clear away the frustration, and I thought one night would be enough.

Yet, it is not.

Now that I have had a taste, I cannot imagine sharing this taste with anyone. Being with her this way, in a setting like this, allows me to admit to myself that my control over her stems from a sexual need.

She opens her mouth as if to speak, but I press the edge of the flogger to her lips to silence her.

“Uh-uh, no speaking.” I brush the falls over her lips, and her chest heaves. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. Just look at you…” I guide the falls down her neck, their ends kissing her throat and eliciting goosebumps wherever they caress.

Since it is probably her first time, I will not flog her naked; that would be too much to take. Also, she is scared of pain, so I cannot allow myself to lose control over what I use on her or how I use it.

Anya’s lips part to exhale silent gasps, her body shivering as I continue to map her figure with the object.

My cock twitches with excitement, so I grab its base and rub the precum leaking from its tip over Anya’s lips. Her tongue extends to lick my juices from her dewy petals, and the groaning noise she makes in her throat has me growing impossibly harder.

With my dick tracing the shape of her thick lips, I flick my wrist, landing the first hit of the flogger against her chest.

Her mouth opens in a squeal, her thighs draw tighter, and the knuckles of her hands, which are holding her knees, grow white.

“Another?” I ask, taking caution.

Surprising me with her eagerness, she nods, so I work the flogger once more and slap the leather against her skin—this time, right over her nipples. She squeaks, her throat bobbing.

“Another?”

Again she nods, but I don’t move the tool.

“Say the words,” I command, my gaze drifting to the series of red marks that are beginning to surface on her arms and the exposed part of her chest.

After swallowing hard, she says, “Yes, sir.”

I raise the flogger, smacking her skin for the third time.

She hisses, shifting in her position and fidgeting with her thighs.

“Just like a good little student,” I coo, grazing the falls over her cheek. “How does it feel being on your knees for your professor? Is that why you aren’t focusing on your studies, Anya? You keep imagining sucking your professor’s cock in class?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What a dirty girl you are.” Chuckling, I drop the flogger, and my cock replaces it as the object of my pleasure.

Anya’s tongue darts out when my head touches her bottom lip. She swipes her hot, wet muscle over my tip, causing my balls to draw tight.

I suspect I won’t last long—she has me hard enough to cum just with one suck, most likely. But her sexy throat beckons me, so I push my cock inside her warm mouth.

“Ahh…ah, yes. Take it, nice and slow,” I say with a growl, feeling droplets of sweat drifting down my cheek. “Open your throat for my big dick, sweetheart.”

Her jaw opens wide, and she gags a little when my tip pushes to the back of her mouth and kisses the thumping flesh inside.

“Stunning,” I murmur, caressing her cheekbones with my knuckles. “I’m going to fuck your throat now, okay? Tap me twice on my thigh if you want me to stop.”

Her vocal cords vibrate as she tries to say “Yes, sir” with a full mouth, and the sensation has me seeing stars.

Grabbing both sides of her head, I say, “Good girl,” and begin to inch out of her, my cock now wet with her saliva, which drips from both sides of her lips. “Such a good girl. Uhh… Oh, shit, baby.” I fuck her with slow strokes, my cock hitting the back of her throat every time.

She sucks me with every push. Then she raises her hands, pressing one against my thigh while encircling the other around my balls. She plays with them, squeezing them together as a finger makes its way between my cheeks to my asshole.

My vision starts to blur as ecstasy dances through my veins, and my thrusts into her mouth get harder. “You’re amazing, Anya. Made for sucking cock.”

She moans around my girth, her thighs parting slightly.

The movement catches my attention, and I have a feeling she is dripping wet. “You feel good, don’t you? Want to touch yourself?”

Her throat vibrates again from her muffled “Yes, sir.”

“Do it,” I command. “Touch yourself for your professor, Anya. Show me how much you want me.”

The tension in her body eases as her hand darts inside her lingerie. She works her pussy quickly, but it is the vibration of her stifled moans that tells me she is enjoying whatever she is doing with her fingers. Her hand and my thrusts soon fall into a rhythm.

“Oh…fuck.” I throw my head back, finding myself tensing as my release coils itself inside me. “Yes, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum down this pretty throat, Anya. And you’ll swallow every drop like a good girl.”

She hums her obedience as the hand between her legs moves faster.

“So eager to take Daddy’s cum, aren’t you? Is that what you like to call me? Daddy?” I tease, and she nods again. “Ah, baby girl. Take it. Take Daddy’s cum and swallow it. Ah…ah…” After one more thrust, I release inside her, my climax making my brain freeze as she milks me.

Anya strokes out every last drop, and then I pull myself out of her, panting heavily. She opens her mouth, showing me all of my cum that is collected on her tongue. As she locks eyes with me, she swallows everything, her throat bobbing erotically from the action.

I crouch before her, and she removes her fingers from her pussy. Grabbing her hand, I suck the digits inside my mouth and lick her juices. Then I bring those fingers to her lips and push them inside her mouth.

“Suck,” I demand, and after she licks them clean, I stand and set my face. “Now, get up and turn around.”