Dirty Obsessions - The Lion and The Mouse

Moaning and in a daze, she stared at me.

“God, yes.”

Her pussy hugged me. I pulled her down, giving her a long, punishing stroke. Once I ended this danger surrounding us, I would have to consider what further ways I could lock Ava down and chain her to me. There would be no other woman. No one else could satisfy me or capture my attention.

“Misha. Misha.” Still orgasming, she clenched those wet, soft walls around my cock, milking the tip and driving me crazy. “Misha.”

“Yes.” My length jerked in her. “Keeping saying my fucking name.”

“Misha!”

“There you go, taking all the control again.” I let go of her hair and fell back into the bed, unable to help myself. Her saying my name triggered my orgasm. My body could take no more without exploding. Exhausted, I simply drowned in the shattering pleasure.

“Damn you!” I grabbed her ass. It was the only thing I could hold onto. My cock drowned in her arousal. And I felt like I was drowning too. I could barely catch my breath or sit back up. All I could do was lay back and let her dominate me. “Fuck. You win this time.”

And then my words left me. She bounced up and down. Her pussy hugged. Those hips rocked and her ass jiggled under my hands.

My eyes went sleepy as I gazed up at her. My body shuddered as I fell into a blur of extreme bliss.

What could be more beautiful than this? Is there any other way humans could be more connected? Bonded in pleasure. United in lust. Linked together in hot unending passion.

“Ah!” I spilled into Ava. My cock jerked and moved on its own. Semen spurted from the tip, coating her wet tunnel.

She collapsed on top of me. Sweat coated both of our bodies. Blinking, I opened my eyes and noticed the belt on the pillow. “Damn it.”

Resting her head on my chest, she panted. “What?”

“I never got a chance to whip you.”

“You did a little.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

She laughed and lifted her body. My cock left her. Then, she moved off me and lay on my side. “You’re not whipping me, Misha.”

“We’ll see.”

“If you whip me, then I will whip you.”

“Ha! You’re not just a talented ballerina. You’re also a comedian.”

“Smartass.”

Trembling from that earthshattering orgasm, I still couldn’t move. It was a lot to just open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. “This is the first time I’ve fucked in this bed.”

“Good. There won’t be any other woman in this bed either.”

“Or any other bed I own.”

“Exactly. You’re mine, Mikhail Stronz.”

I grinned. “This is the first time a woman has owned me too.”

“And the last time.”

I caught my breath and directed my view to her. “Is that right, Miss Ava Jones?”

“Yes.” Her chest rose and fell. Her breasts glistened with moisture.

I touched the center of her chest, right between her breasts. “I guess we should talk about changing that last name of yours. Ava Stronz sounds better.”

She widened her eyes. “Misha. . .that is. . .”

I laughed. “What? Too soon?”

“Yes.”

“But is it too soon? I’ve already killed for you. That’s a sure sign there will never be another for you or me.”

“I don’t like how easily you say that.” She sat up, covered her breasts, and tried to get up from the bed.

I captured Ava and brought her back to me. “What do you mean you don’t like how I say it?”

“It’s easy for you to admit that you killed those men.”

I looked into her eyes. “It is. That’s another part of me I’m showing you.”

“The part where it’s easy for you to kill?”

“Yes.”

She swallowed and looked away. “That part is going to be hard to get used to.”

I touched her chin and brought her view back to me. “But will you get used to it?”

“I must, if we’re truly going to be forever.” She let out a long breath. “But do you think that maybe you will. . .I don’t know. . .change or—?”

“Stop killing when I deem it is necessary?”

“Yes.”

“How would I solve my problems?” I smirked. “Would I call the police?”

A serious expression hit her. “That’s how people handle problems.”

“I have no faith in the police for anything but filling their pockets with Brotherhood money and having a great talent of looking away when it suits them. Perhaps, American police are better?”

She gave me a weak smile. “I wouldn’t say all that.”

I slipped my finger along the line of her jaw, knowing that I had to compromise in some way. With Ava, I could never remain the same Misha. I had to grow and be better.

Before Ava, my life had been monotonous violence and constant tedious murder. So much blood filled my days that the sight of that red liquid bored me. The cries of pain made me yawn. The stench of death was as familiar and common to me as my own scent. The only significant people in my life were Kazimir, my father, Naveen, Valentina, and a few in the Brotherhood. The only things that gave me joy were guns and computers. Satellites and exploring the dark web. Nothing genuinely excited me. Not the many forgettable women that sucked my cock or spent a few nights in my bed. Not the designer suits or gold watches. Nor the elegant clubs and sleepless nights of nonstop partying.