13. Beg Me Properly

Leonie

“Am I?” he asked with a laugh. Walking backwards, he hooked a finger in the two belt loops of my jeans and dragged me to the living room.

I couldn’t tell you a single detail about the room. There was a sofa, probably a TV. My vision was nothing but him.

“That’s not what’s next.” He nodded down to my remaining clothes, his eyes catching on my breasts. “I told you to take off everything.”

Damn, these jeans. There was no way to take them off seductively.

He sat back on the sofa, legs spread, arm on the rest, as if he were about to watch a fascinating show.

He slept with models, reality stars and small-time actors before Mia — all beautiful. He’d invite them to family events, but never more than one. They lasted one time only. Until Mia.

I bet they undressed like exotic dancers. I had done salsa. Not quite the same.

Now, I normally scrambled and tripped over my trousers like a clumsy baby hippo.

With as much grace as I could muster, I peeled and shimmied off my jeans, stepping on the material to pull them from my ankles.

Dom didn’t care for my awkwardness, his gaze roving over me but stopping on my knickers. “Everything.”

“I thought,” I started and leaned over him, my tits inches from his face, his eyes locked on them, “you could do the honours.”

“Mmm,” he moaned and sat up as I straightened. He traced the edge of the lace from my hip down to where I needed his touch. “Oh, Leo,” he said as his finger skimmed the damp material. “I thought you enjoyed sucking my cock but I clearly underestimated how much.”

My body tensed as he hoisted them down to my knees and, there, pressed my legs further apart. “Let me see you.”

He didn’t spend long looking, running his finger down me. He leaned forward and gave me one long lick that left me trembling and reaching to hold his hair to keep me steady. Realising, he held me by my waist with both hands and looked up at me. “Leonie, you are delightful.”

I looked anywhere other than him. But he stood and pulled my chin to look at him. “You taste as good as you look,” he said before kissing me quickly on the mouth. “I’ve spent hours of my life imagining how I’m going to fuck you. What you’ll sound like when you come undone by my tongue.”

He stepped back and cupped my breasts. “I’ve dreamed of these precious tits. Look at how they fill my palms. Perfect.” He circled my areola with his tongue as one of his hands slipped down my stomach to run through my pussy and tease my entrance. “I’ve imagined sucking on them…” He took my nipple in his mouth, releasing it with a pop. “Biting them…” He nipped at the flesh of my tits. “I’ve imagined fucking them and covering you in my cum, it dripping down your chest.”

A single finger entered me, but hardly. Just a tease.

“Today, though, I’m going to fuck you properly. We’ll get to that another time.”

My eyes snapped open. Another time?

That was why I didn’t want to do this here. Our time would be short and rushed in case Mia came back. At a hotel, he could ravage me for hours.

“I’m not going to be able to do everything I need to you in one session,” he confirmed. Session. As if I were a workout.

“But I have to taste you.”

He pulled me around and pushed me down into the corner seat of his L-shaped sofa before tearing off my knickers and spreading my legs wide, feet dangling off the edge.

Unlike me, he didn’t need to be forced to his knees. His eyes bore into mine as he lowered and leaned forward, his tongue flicking against my clit. My hips bucked and he held me down, throwing my thighs over his shoulders as he lapped me up like he really meant what he said — he had to taste me. He started slowly, the slightest of pressures, a perfect tease. The tension built, almost as if he was working me out. When I started panting, he didn’t push any further, keeping his licks at a deliciously tormenting pace.

I squealed against him as he forced me to remain in his strong arms. My hands in his hair, I didn’t feel him come up to breathe. Not once. When he lifted me higher to run his tongue up to my ass, no amount of strength could keep me down as I wriggled with pleasure, jolts of it striking in waves up my body, especially when he placed his thumb back on my clit. He stayed there, working his tongue against my ass, surely knowing how it left me sweating, my body so hot, my breathing so shallow as I came with a cry.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he came up for air, his lips glistening with me. “God, I can’t wait to fuck your ass if that’s how you react to my tongue there.”

My eyes widened as he lazily dragged a finger through my folds.

“Oh, no, that can’t be true,” he crooned as two fingers entered my pussy, pumping slowly. “You don’t enjoy anal? I don’t believe you.”

“No, it’s not—”

But the smirk that overcame him told me I didn’t need to finish my sentence.

“You’ve never?”

I only shook my head as his fingers curled inside of me, hitting the spot that made me shiver. His pace picked up and I had to hold back another cry.

“You will soon, baby. You’ll fucking love it.”

What I fucking loved was how he called me baby. It was the last thing I expected him to say but I needed to hear it again and again. I would do anything for him to say it.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore,” I begged and tried to reach for him. “Please.”

“What did I tell you?” he asked, his breath hot against where I ached.

“I — I—”

“That you would soon be begging.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Come for me once more, Leo. Once more and I’ll bury my cock in you just how you want.”

My eyes rolled back at his dirty words. I should have expected nothing less from him. But hearing them in my ear, intended for me, had me coming undone again as his fingers kept going and his thumb drew light circles in my clit, the slightest pressure.

“God, I’ll do whatever you want,” he breathed in my ear. “Name it. Ask it. It’s done.”

But, at that moment, I didn’t want anything. I was chanting his name over and over with each wave of heat that ran through my bones.

Like he had last night, he pulled his fingers out of me but instead of him sucking on them, he placed them to my mouth. “Open.”

I did, taking them between my lips and sucking off the taste.

“Good girl,” he mumbled into my hair.

Then he stood and walked out of the room.

I sat up, crossing my ankles and sitting on the very, very edge of the sofa so I didn’t make a mess. “Dom?” I called. Oh my god, if he had left me like this after—

He reappeared in the doorway, a condom in his hand, ripping the wrapper with his teeth.

Taking him in, his thick, angry erection, his chiselled body, the power in his teeth as he ripped it open was the moment of clarity I needed.

Dom Belov was going to fuck me. I was ready to beg for it.

Issy would never forgive me.

He unravelled the condom over his cock and stood over me, pushing me back down onto the sofa. “I got tested yesterday after I found out about Mia,” he said, running his cock up and down my slit. “Results will be with me tomorrow. Then I’ll go raw on you.”

I nodded eagerly as he pushed into me, stretching me wide. My breath hitched but I clamped down my mouth, praying he would start to move. “Dom.”

“Yes? What is it?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

“Dom.”

“You want more?”

Again, I nodded.

But he withdrew, walking backwards to the other side of the room, stopping beside the armchair. “Tell me how much you want it. Beg me properly.”

“Please, Dom. Please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

He just cocked his head to the side, that judgemental brow raising.

“I need you. I need you to fuck me. It has to be you.”

“Why?” he asked, taking another step back.

He was playing me. I’d happily fall for it. “Because I’ve wanted it to be you for so long. For years, Dom. Please.”

“I’ll give you what you want,” he said and gestured to the ground between us, “if you crawl to it.”

Crawl to him. On my hands and knees. Across his wood floor.

There was maybe one second of hesitation before I slid from the sofa to my knees and slowly did as I was told.

There were no thoughts in my brain on how to make it seductive, like a glorious porn star or a pole dancer on the stage. But desire brought me forward and that would have to be enough. At his feet, I stopped and sat back on my heels. “Please.”

He pulled me up, grabbed my wrists, clasping them together behind my back and bent me over the arm of the chair. He leaned over to whisper gruffly in my ear. “When you come, you’re going to cry my name.”

I nodded into the chair as I felt him rub against me and then finally — finally — push into me. He pressed slowly, inch by inch and my body clasped around him as he filled my walls completely. I had no idea how I’d had him so far down my throat.

“Dom,” I groaned as he became fully seated in me.

With each thrust, I grunted and when he picked up speed, I had to focus on my breathing. Had to check that I was still breathing.

“Leo, god,” he grunted. “I need you without the condom. I need to feel just how tight you are. Fuck.”

An unwise part of me wanted to order him to do just that, but my words had left me as he freed my hands and gripped me by my hips, hauling me to meet his angry thrusts.

I tried to pull myself up slightly, but my arms gave way, the rest of my body at Dom’s mercy as another orgasm built low in my stomach.

“Come around my cock,” he ordered. “It’ll feel better tomorrow, but let me feel you now.”

Somehow, I managed to call out his name as it hit me hard.

“This will be short and sweet,” he said, running his hands up and down my sides. “But we’ll make up for it later.”

There were only a few more thrusts before I felt him come inside of me with a grunt, his hands all over my body.