It was a heady feeling, one that was filled with power. And so, I sank to my knees before him.
His fingers tugged and threaded through my hair, but I didn’t halt my progression. I didn’t know what I was doing - had watched a handful of videos and read a ton of cosmo articles, but nothing could have prepared me for the feel of his velvety smooth shaft on my tongue.
I trusted Dimitri to teach me - to show me exactly what he needed, unrestrained - unhinged.
The plush carpet pressed into my knees, and I vaguely wondered if they would bruise - and if I minded. Dimitri didn’t hesitate, he never did, and I stilled my entire body as his fingers dug into my scalp as he began to thrust into my mouth.
There was no build up and he didn’t go easy on me. Instead, he fucked my mouth with unbridled passion, and suddenly I was a gagging, choking, eye-watering mess. But that vision seemed to be what Dimitri sought, because it only drove him to greater lengths with me eventually needing to push my palms against his thighs simply for balance.
I gazed up at him as I forced myself to swallow as he hit the back of my throat. It was a paradoxical feeling that embodied equal parts empowerment and equal parts submission.
But there was something about the way he looked down at me, as if I truly was something to behold, that had me shifting my hand towards the base of his cock. He groaned, and the sound seemed to rumble through his chest, all the way to my hand, emboldening me.
He liked this.
There was more than enough room for me to wrap my hand around the base of his cock, pumping in the same jerky movements he was fucking my mouth with.
A pained sound escaped him, and I felt his fingers dig deeper into my scalp. His gript tightening in my hair. The sting of the pull was oddly satisfying - pleasurable in a way I hadn't expected.
“You trying to kill me, Little Vedman?” His raspy tone ignited the heat that thrummed through my veins, and I forced myself to shift minisculely, pressing my thighs together as I sought even the barest friction that my clothing provided.
And even as I knelt on the floor, a mess before him, I smiled against his velvet smoothness. That action seemed to be his undoing as he suddenly thrust my head against him, forcing me to swallow even more of him.
My gaze widened as I remained paralyzed with momentary panic. He was about to come - and I didn’t know if I could swallow. Did I want to try? I didn’t know, but it didn’t feel like Dimitri was about to give me a choice as I heard him muttering a string of words in Russian as if they were a chant of prayer of some sort.
I liked the idea of being prayed to - of being worshipped, and that thought alone soothed me as I braced myself for the thick hot jet of his ribbony cum as it hit the back of my throat.
I gagged, but still, Dimitri did not relent, willing me to take all of it. I was willing - complicit, I just hadn’t expected there to be quite so much. Did all men come in as seemingly unending hose? I gagged and swallowed, only to gag once more, before swallowing again. I could not swallow it in one sitting, there was simply too much, And only once I swallowed the remaining cum that rested against my tongue, did Dimitri release me.
The room tilted around me, leaving me dizzy from the lack of contact. But suddenly, Dimitri was there again, pushing my shoulder blades against the plush carpet beneath us, his hands sliding my shorts off of my body.
I shivered against the way his tongue pressed against my stomach, snaking lower. Of course he had done this before, but it was the kind of thing that I could not imagine myself not wanting. I would never tire from wanting the pleasure that he seemed to hold on his tongue alone.
“There’s still so much I need to teach you.” His words were a promise against my skin. “But after that, I’m not sure I want to, because you will be my death.”
It was my turn to thread my fingers through his hair - my turn to push his face exactly where I needed it, and when his surprised laughter blew against my clit, I could only arch towards his lips in expectation.
It didn’t take long until I was a shuddering mess of a different kind, all at Dimitri’s administration.
My thoughts seemed to wash back slowly until stark clarity returned, like the tides returning each small granule of sand they had stolen and swept out to sea.
Dimitri grinned down at me, and I could only describe his expression as one of masculine satisfaction. I had read that exact term in countless romance books, but until this exact moment, I hadn't quite believed it to be an accurate descriptor.
“I have to go to work.” His words broke the spell that seemed to have settled upon both of us, cocooning us in our own pleasure.
“Will you be careful?” Although my voice was soft, and my shorts were still cast aside somewhere in this room, it wasn’t simply a question, it was a request.
His dimple made an appearance, and I was beginning to wonder if he had come to realize the effect it had on me, leaving him to display it purposefully simply so he could win an argument.
“I will be far safer there than I will be at home.”
“Oh?” I arched a brow in his direction, and even though I tried to look intimidating - tried to channel all of Emily Rand into that one gaze - I knew I failed. Being naked from the waist down would do that to a person.
“If I stay here, I will be tempted to snuff out your Sun, and then who knows how your Club will retaliate, so I would rather take my chances out there.”
The light that shone from his eyes was nearly breathtaking. How long had Dimitri wallowed in his unhappiness, going through the motions of life without truly living?
My chest ached for the young boy who lost his parents - for the man that was thrust in the role of leadership without his parents to anchor him. Sure, he had had Arlo, but a grandparent was not a true substitute for a parent, no matter how infinite their love. I imagined that it would take a lot to fill the hollowness that ran deep. Moreso, I imagined that the task of swaying Dimitri to allow such a thing was where the true challenge lay.