38. Matvey

38

MATVEY

After the meeting, I decide to get home early and properly thank my muse. But once again, I'm greeted by a familiar sight: scattered clothes everywhere. "April…?"

"Here!" The voice comes from a pile of black suit jackets. I have no idea how they're different, but one glance tells me where they must come from: the factory.

"Taking a nap in the prototypes?" I ask as I approach cautiously.

"Sleep is for the weak," she replies, a bobby pin between her teeth.

It's ridiculous. Goofy at best. I don't think there's one man alive who'd find it sexy.

And yet, I can't look away.

So I guess there's at least one.

"I take it work has been going well?"

Her face lights up at that. "How ‘bout I show you?" She herds me towards an empty spot of floor, in front of a mirror. "Take off your jacket."

"That's awfully forward of you, Ms. Flowers."

She slaps me playfully on the arm. "Unclothe yourself or I'll do it for you. And yes, that is a threat."

In the end, I shrug my jacket off. April's hands help it along, expert and delicate. I want to snatch them out of the air and kiss them, one finger at a time, until she's all red in the face. Then I want to trail my lips up her arm, her shoulder, her smooth and beautiful neck. Until she's breathing hard and begging for more.

"All done!" she claps her hands once, taking a step back to admire her creation.

I look in the mirror. The jacket's fabric is sleek, elegant, with nothing to envy of my usual wardrobe. Its color is a deep charcoal black, reminding me of bulletproof vests. There's the same sense of sturdiness to it, but without the rigidity I'm used to. Experimentally, I start moving around.

April's face lights up like a Christmas tree. "Smooth, right? We think we finally perfected the fabric blend. Kevlar's still the cornerstone, but it was too rigid on its own, so we tried all sorts of…"

I zone out, April's words flying straight over my head. Only her voice remains, passionate enough to put world-class stylists to shame.

Amazing. My woman is amazing.

"… and we think we'll be ready for mass production soon!"

That jolts me out of my reverie. "When?"

"Well, Dr. Reznikov thinks we're there already, but Professor Simmons and I still want to test a few things. There's a couple of kinks to iron out with washability and weather resistance, and then— mmmph! "

The kiss swallows the rest.

I don't stop until she's exactly where I want her: face flushed, breaths short, pupils blown to high heaven. "What was that for?" she pants afterwards.

"You."

Her cheeks blush even redder. "I didn't do anything."

"You did. And now, you're going to get a reward."

"Ahh… Matvey…!" Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling madly. With every lap of my tongue around her clit, her body shakes harder, desperate for a release I'm holding back on purpose. "Please," she gasps, voice breaking.

But she doesn't set the pace here.

I do.

"Please what?"

"Let me come."

It's a convincing plea. A weaker man might even give in. "Not yet," I growl.

I part her thighs wider. My five o'clock shadow grazes against the delicate skin of her inner thighs, an extra layer of sensation she doesn't seem to know how to handle. April's voice cracks as she pants, "You said… this was my… reward…!"

"It is," I answer curtly.

Then I slip my tongue inside.

April's nails dig into my scalp. I can feel the imprints of her touch, sharp crescents of desperation, but it doesn't deter me. If this was enough to break my resolve, I wouldn't be pakhan. "Matvey… I need…!"

I fuck her with my tongue, hot and deep. Her pussy spasms around it, threatening to trap me inside. It makes me want to take her right now, bury myself to the hilt in the wet heat of her body, but I restrain myself. Not yet.

"Only good girls get to come," I rasp against her flesh. "Have you been good?"

As expected, April makes a noise of protest. "I just… I d-did my job— ah !"

"Wrong." I swap out my tongue for my fingers, then start pumping in and out of her roughly. Every time I drag close to her sweet spot, I steer clear of it, missing it on purpose.

April's thighs shudder on either side of me. I can feel her struggling against me, trying to snap them shut and stop the onslaught. Too much pleasure—too much of me inside her. "Matvey, please…!"

"Have you been good?"

When no reply comes, I lick April's clit again. She moans, loud and echoing in the living room, but she still won't say the word.

Just as I expected.

No matter how many sessions with Dr. Knox she's done, this is still her sorest spot of all: accepting praise. For herself, her work, her actions. But no matter how much I torture her with pleasure, she keeps clinging stubbornly to her idea of herself.

That she isn't good enough.

"Alright then." I start to pull away.

"No!" she gasps, voice overflowing with panic. Her hand tightens in my hair, tries to keep me in place with all its strength. "D-Don't stop, just…"

Do it. Unlock your reward. Admit how good you've been.

"You know the rules. Say it."

A shaky exhale. "I… I was…"

I encourage her with a long, deep lap. "Yes?"

"I was… a g-good…"

I pump my fingers in and out, this time faster, deeper. "A good what?"

"A good girl," she breathes at last.

"Mm," I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, all red from grazing against my beard. "Why?"

"Because… I completed the project."

"And how did you do?" I find her sweet spot again. This time, I don't miss it.

"G-Good…!"

"Just good?" I start torturing it with purpose, rubbing just too lightly for her to come.

She breathes a heavy sigh, eyes squeezed hard against the overstimulation. "N-No, I…"

I add one finger. She takes it beautifully, her pussy lips parting to accept another piece of her reward. "You did great. You were amazing."

"I… I d-did great…"

"Mhmm. Now, ask for your reward."

"I want m-my reward."

I'm almost satisfied, but not yet. There's one more thing I want to hear her say. "What reward?"

"Y-Your cock," she mumbles, too embarrassed to look me in the eye. "I want your cock, I wanna come, Matvey, please…!"

That's it; I can't wait anymore. I grab her thighs and yank her towards me, watching the pain of being left empty flash on her face for just one second before?—

" Ahh !"

I watch myself sink into her. Slowly, every inch disappears into her body, swallowed up by her wet pussy. No matter how kind she always is, how giving, I know there's another April hidden within: a creature of lust and greed. "Want me to fuck you like this? All spread open for me?"

"Yes!" she screams. "Yes, yes, want you to fuck me?—"

"You want it hard?"

"I want it."

"You want it fast?"

A breathless nod. "Yes, I— yes. "

"You want it dirty, you little vixen?"

With every "yes," I drive my hips down faster, deeper. April's legs lock at the small of my back, as if she's terrified I'll pull out and leave her like this.

I'll admit, the idea is tempting.

But not today.

Today, April's been a very good girl.

"Yes, yes!"

"Want me to come inside you, kalina ?"

That's what does her in—the thought of me owning her. Utterly, completely, until there isn't a spot inside her I haven't painted with my cum. "Matvey, Matvey…!"

She comes so violently I can feel it. It's like she's trying to squeeze the life out of me, but I know she's too lost to do anything that intentional. She's too busy coming, coming with my name on her lips, my cock buried all the way inside her, fucking her through it.

Mine.

My orgasm hits, but I still don't stop.

I may never.