Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

Margaret

What am I going to do about this man?

Every time I remind myself to be wary, he proves himself trustworthy. Or he says something that calms me, makes me laugh, feel special, sexy. Important.

Did I mention he’s stupid hot?

In his suit, he was a ten. Now he’s just walking toward me like King of the Tattooed Bad Boys and every step makes muscles bunch and roll beneath his inked skin. If someone ran head first into the muscular planes of his chest, they would get a concussion. His nipples are reddish brown, puckered like mine, because I’m pretty sure we’re both excited about the kissing. No, he’s definitely excited. His erection is going to bust the zipper of his pants at any moment. It has to be painful, but he’s still sauntering like a badass, that jaw flexing, his eyes smoky and intense as they drift over my naked body.

Yeah, I want to kiss now.

Lenin stops in front of me and drops his hand, massaging the bulge in his pants. “You’re not teasing me, are you, angel? You’re going to let me lie with your naked body and kiss that sweet mouth?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He groans, long and low, that hand tight on his sex, moving, squeezing. “Life with you is going to be beautiful torture, Margaret.”

Before I can respond, he grips my hips and plucks me out of the bathtub. My feet have barely touched the floor when I’m swept up in Lenin’s arms and being carried toward the bedroom. My heart raps against my ribs but not from nerves. I’m one hundred percent positive Lenin won’t cross the line we’ve drawn, no matter what. Even if I tempt him out of his mind.

And God, I crave the chance to tempt him to cross the line.

Who knew I was such a tormentor?

I can’t help it, though. His willpower has given me permission to embrace a part of myself I didn’t know existed. Maybe it never would have existed without him.

The smell of his skin is earthy, male, and I inhale it on the way to the bedroom. I’m playing with the idea of licking his clavicle to find out if his scent has a taste, but I don’t get the chance because he’s laying me down in the center of the king-sized bed, my body wet and naked. The fire in Lenin’s eyes convinces me he’s going to pin me to the mattress and attack my mouth, so I’m surprised when he lies down beside me instead, the muscles in his jaw, chest and stomach flexing in the lamp light. He scoots closer, until only an inch of space exists between us, and cups my face in a warm hand.

“It occurs to me we’re both virgins in this situation,” he murmurs. “I’ve never made out like a teenager. I thought this is something that only happens in American movies.”

His mouth is inviting me to come closer and I do, my naked thighs pressing against his clothed ones. “For starters, I don’t think any of the participants are supposed to be naked.”

Lenin winks at me and everything south of my equator melts like chocolate in the sunshine. He runs a single fingertip down the middle of my body, starting at my neck and finishing with a lap around my belly button. “We make our own rules, da?”

“Da,” I breathe.

Lenin is chuckling when our lips meet, but he stops immediately and I sense tension wrack his body. You would never know it from his mouth, though. His lips move slowly over mine, parting them, his breath rattling out. He keeps going, opening my mouth for the taking and his tongue touches the tip of mine, just barely, before retreating. A savoring sound crackles in his chest, vibrating me head to toe. “You like this so far?” he practically growls at me.

“Uh-huh.” Understatement.

His big hand splays on my hip, kneading me there, his gaze sweeping me greedily, darkening when it touches on my womanhood. My body blooms like a flower under his attention, my hands lifting of their own accord to close over my breasts. “Play fair, Margaret,” he warns, his lower body rocking against me, that male organ impossibly stiff where it presses to my thigh.

Spoiler: I don’t play fair.

I can’t even control my impulse to drive him crazy. I simply obey the undeniable urge to test him. My mouth forms a pout and I pinch my nipples, gasping at the corresponding electric zap between my legs. “But it feels so good.”

This time, when Lenin kisses me, he’s almost animalistic. The hand on my hip is shaking and he’s breathing heavily through his nose. Whatever he’s woken up inside me sings like a plucked tuning fork. His hips roll at a steadily increasing pace and my breasts ache at the tips, wetness rushing forth between my legs. With no panties there to catch the moisture, it simply coats my thighs and a low thrum begins there, spreading all through my belly until I’m clawing at Lenin’s shoulders, trying to lever myself off the bed to taste more of him, but he holds me down and lunges on top of me first. I’m pinned. And I love it. Love that I’ve given him no choice.

“You make it very hard to control myself,” he rasps, settling himself between my thighs. “Your little mouth tastes like honey and I can smell your pussy drenching itself for me in welcome.” He pumps his hips into the juncture of my thighs and moans hoarsely. “A few more minutes of this kissing, angel, then we stop. You would not think yourself so safe if you knew the visions in my head.”

Snared in my own wickedness, I settle my knees against his ribcage. “What are they?”

“Bad little girl,” Lenin growls. His big hand captures my jaw, his thumb tugging down my lower lip so he can sweep his tongue into my open mouth. His weight is all rough angles and thick muscles. On top of me, it is divine. I’m naked and he’s still half-clothed. In every way that counts, I’m at his mercy. So why does it seem like he’s at mine? It’s an incredible feeling. His kisses are ferocious. Wet and male and untamed. His mouth works mine fast and hard, his bulge grinding on my naked flesh. “You’re going to let Daddy put his big cock in this mouth someday.”

Uh oh. Game changer.

As soon as he calls himself my daddy, my feminine flesh squeezes in the most intense way. Enough to make me gasp and wriggle around beneath his hard body. Am I…going to climax? Oh my God. Lust forms a fog around my brain and everything else fades to black except my physical contact with Lenin. It’s all I feel or see or care about. Daddy is on top of me and he’s hungry. In pain, too, if the harsh groans coming from his chest are any clue.

His tongue invades my mouth again, again, again and I feel those thorough licks between my thighs. They stoke the fire that’s beginning to burn out of control. I need something. No, I need…everything. His mouth is relentless, changing directions and attacking me over and over again from every angle. It’s not seduction, it’s just honesty. Pure, raw honesty. When we break for air, I catch the briefest glance of his heavy-lidded expression, strained muscles, sweat gathering at the center of his thick pectorals. Muscles flash and glisten, his mouth is wet and he bares his teeth at me every time he thrusts against my core.

He’s starved for me. How could he possibly stop?

I don’t know. But he would.

Maybe that’s part of the reason I don’t want him to anymore.

Trust and affection expands inside me until I’m going to snap.

I trust my daddy. I want to show him. Make him happy.

I want to be his good little girl.

Before he can plant his tongue inside my mouth again, I whisper hurriedly, “I don’t want to stop at kissing anymore. I n-need you inside me. Please.”

He drops his face into my neck and bellows like a wounded animal. “Nyet. You are testing me. I will be unbreakable for you, angel. You will not doubt me.”

“No. No, I don’t doubt you. At all. Please. I’ve changed my mind.”

Those heated eyes run over my face and he shakes his head. “I will pass this test even if it kills me. I will suffer to make you mine forever.”

Oh my God. He’s really not going to take me.

I have no one to blame but myself.

It’s so ridiculous to feel tears welling up behind my eyes, but I’m really beginning to ache, and intuition tells me Lenin claiming me is the only way to make it stop. On top of my own growing lust, there’s an urge to satisfy him that is immense. “Please?”

He curses a blue streak in Russian that I assume is an elaborate no.

Before I can stop it, a tear leaks free.

Lenin watches the bead of moisture slide down my temple in horror. “What is that, Margaret? What are you doing?”

Another tear escapes and Lenin’s panic escalates. He looks like he’s just witnessed a bomb detonate and destroy civilization as we know it.

“You are…crying?”

“I’m okay,” I sob, totally not convincing him. “It’s just that I need you. All of you. And you won’t believe me and it’s all my fault.”

The rambling words are barely out of my mouth before Lenin reaches down and yanks down his zipper. Looking down between our bodies, I watch as his hand disappears inside his pants and quickly pulls out a huge, throbbing snake of flesh. The wet head is a purplish red color, wet and dripping. A deeply rooted yearning twists inside of me. This is my mate. And I’m his. We’re about to make each other whole and I’m suddenly frantic for that to happen. I’m whimpering and writhing on the bed, spreading my thighs as wide as I can.

Daddy’s good little girl.

“Shhh. Please don’t cry. You’ll rip me apart with these tears.” Lenin presses his panting open mouth to the pulse at my neck. “I’ll make it all better, angel.”

With that, he slams his cock home inside me.

I hold my breath, expecting terrible pain, but there’s mainly a sense of completion. I’m full of Lenin’s manhood, so full I can’t move without him rubbing a mysterious spot deep, deep inside me. Ohhhhh. There’s a touch of discomfort as my flesh stretches to take his erection, but his expression is one of such profound pleasure, I welcome the tenderness. I’ll gladly exchange pain to be this close to Lenin, giving him everything.

My jaw is caught in his grip. “Who has taken your virginity?”

“Daddy has,” I whine.

“Yes, angel. You will not cry now,” he demands, gruffly. “You will only be happy.”

He drags his wet member out of me and shoves it back in with a grunt. “Oh!”

“My God, little girl.” He works himself in and out of me, groaning his pleasure. “I raised you right and tight. Now I will enjoy the fruits of my labor, da?”

His words set me off. I’m no longer Margaret. I’m his plaything. I moan and struggle to take him deeper, like it’s my mission in life. Daddy helps me spread my thighs with rough hands and praises me with a kiss when he’s able to sink another inch inside me.

“You feel what your innocent teasing does to me?” He drops his mouth to my breasts and licks my hard nipples, one after the other. “You fill my balls with such pressure, little girl. I have no choice but to relieve myself inside you. You put it there. Now you have take it back.”

I make my expression solemn. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

He looks down at our joined bodies, pulling out of me slowly and grinding down hard, relishing the movement with a slack jaw. “In our house, we call this apologizing. You say sorry on your back when we are alone—and I always accept.”

Something tightens inside me and I suck in a breath, trying to loosen it. But moving on Daddy’s shaft only makes the quickening worse and I have no choice but to endure the blissful discomfort that cranks to a new level every time I’m impaled. Daddy gives me all of his weight, grunting into my neck, and if possible, his erection seems to plump larger and larger. My body seems to know it needs to produce more wetness to accommodate his increasing size—and it does, creating a wet, suckling sound in the room. It’s interspersed with the sound of Daddy’s full balls pounding off my backside with increasing swiftness. We’re building to something and I can only spread my thighs wide like a good girl and let the edge approach.

“You like how my raw cock feels, angel?” he grits out.

I bury my nails in his shoulder and cry out. “Yes!”

“Then you will show your appreciation,” he says, looking down at me, his accent thicker than usual. “Make cream for Daddy. You are allowed to enjoy apologizing.”

Three more drives of his thick sex into my narrow entrance and I can’t take the building pressure anymore. My breath hitches along with the tiny muscles between my legs. They clench and shake and squeeze around Daddy’s hardness. I hear my voice in the distance sobbing and begging. For what, I don’t know, because I’m already being hit by wave after wave of pleasure, moisture gushing at the juncture of my thighs. And when he growls a curse in Russian and pins my knees wide on the bed, pounding me one final time before throwing back his head and shouting, my own bliss increases tenfold.

I’ve pleased him. And God knows I’ve been pleased in return.

I can’t even move my limbs as Lenin falls onto the bed beside me and wraps me in a warm embrace. “My sweet Margaret. You are not in pain?” He lays kisses all over my face. “Your orgasm drips from my cock, but I need you to tell me you are well.”

“I’m well,” I answer, dazed. “I’m super well.”

“No more crying.” His voice is harsh. “You ripped my heart out.”

I turn in his arms and kiss his stubbled chin. “I don’t think I’ll have many reasons to cry in the future.” Feeling shy, I can only manage to sneak a look at him. “Not with you around.”

His chest rumbles. “Yes, angel. I am very much in your life. Now and always.” He kisses my forehead with aching tenderness. “Now sleep so I may have the privilege of protecting you through the night.”

My yawn is huge. “Protecting me from what?”

Is it my imagination or does something cold dance through his eyes? “Not a thing, angel.” He pulls me into the warmth of his chest and suspicion melts away. “Sleep.”

Lenin

I’m in asnowstorm, much like the white, howling blizzards I experienced growing up in Russia. I’m cold enough that my skin is turning blue, but I don’t have a single worry for myself. I have to find Margaret. Where is she? I can hear her crying, but I can’t make out a single shape in the blinding white vortex around me. I rip at my hair and bellow her name.

She needs me.

Where is my angel?

Only tonight she was beneath me, taking me inside her virgin body, giving me pleasure like I never thought to experience. The best night of my life. I cannot live without her touch, her voice, her presence now that I’ve experienced her. Who has taken her from me?

“Lenin.”

There. Her voice is closer now. I trudge through the whipping wind, my arms outstretched so they can close around her at the earliest opportunity. “Margaret!”

“I’m here.” Her hands touch me but I can’t see them. “I’m right here.”

Nightmare? Am I having a nightmare?

I look around and find the ground elevated at odd angles, the sound of the storm unnatural. It’s possible this isn’t real. Please don’t let it be real. Forcing myself to open my eyes, I release a hoarse breath when I find myself looking into Margaret’s panicked eyes. She slumps.

“There you are.” She strokes the sides of my face and I’m thrust from hell into heaven. “You were having a bad dream—”

I cut her off when I yank her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, legs circling my waist, her sweet, naked body molding to my harder one. She’s okay. She’s right here and everything is okay now.

“Please don’t ever cry again,” I rasp into her neck. “I can’t seem to recover from it.”

“I’m sorry.” She kisses a line down my shoulder. “Girls just cry sometimes.”

“You will not do it anymore, Margaret.”

“What if I watch a sad movie?”

“Only happy movies from now on.”

“Those make me cry sometimes, too.”

I release a miserable sound and draw her closer. “What makes you happy? I need to have back-up plans lying around in case your face starts leaking again.”

Her giggle makes me feel somewhat better.

“Um…” She sighs into my neck. “Well…you make me really happy. So there’s that.” I’m not sure I like how surprised she sounds. “Horses. I love horses. And…my mother. My mother used to make me happy before she left. At least on the days when she wasn’t working or with a man. Or sleeping off a bender. Still, I can’t help missing her. She’s my mother.”

“You’ve not had it easy, angel.” I stroke my hand over her sweet, bare bottom. “I’ll make it easy from now on.”

“What about you, Lenin?” She lifts her eyes to mine and they’re searching. Curious. I’m reminded how smart she is. “What makes you happy?”

“Before you, it was only jigsaw puzzles. And Shark Tank.”

“Oooh, I’m a Barbara girl to the core.”

“Da. She is very shrewd!”

We smile at each other in the darkness for a moment before she asks, “Have you had it easy, Lenin?”

“Nyet.” I kiss her mouth and her taste hits me like a drug. “The life I’ve led is not suitable for your ears, Margaret. I will change now that I’ve met you. I was not aware there was such beauty in this world before.”

She tunnels her fingers through my hair, her fingernails lightly scraping my scalp, and my cock stirs against my thigh. There is nothing in this world more incredible than being touched by this angel. “Nothing you could tell me would shock me, Lenin. When my mother left my birth father, I was so young. We lived in motels, on the couches of strangers who didn’t care what I saw and heard…”

My stomach shoots up into my throat. “You will give me a heart attack telling me this.”

Margaret soothes me with a kiss to the chin. “I’m fine. But I’ve watched my mother suffer at the hands of bad people.”

“Men.”

She nods. “Yes.”

I swallow hard. “And you worry I might be one of these bad men?”

“No. Of course not.” She shows me her frown and I relax somewhat. “When I first met you, maybe. The way you punched Hank seemed so…practiced. I still don’t know why you were in the club, either.” After a tense moment, she glances away. “I’ve lived around violence and I don’t want to live like her forever. Simply surviving. In constant fear.”

“I would put a knife through my heart before I harmed a hair on your head,” I vow.

Her gaze settles back on mine. “I know,” she whispers. “I know that.”

“I would never harm a man who didn’t deserve it. And never a woman. Ever.” A relieved breath hisses out of me. I take her smooth backside in my hands and mold it gently. “That being said, I won’t lie to you, Margaret. I will also put a knife through the heart of anyone who tried to steal you from me.” I bare my teeth against her mouth. “I am extremely possessive of you. It can’t be helped.” Our shallow breaths mingle. “You’re my little girl now.”

Those words visibly affect her, as they do to me. Her cunt drips precious moisture onto my cock and brings it further to life between us. “You’re my daddy,” she whispers.

I reach between us and guide my shaft to her little, wet hole, rubbing it there in circles. “Do you want to play the quiet game?”

She nods eagerly and my cock swells in my grip. I’m not sure how I’ve become so adept at being Margaret’s daddy, considering I’ve never done or fantasized about anything like this. My only explanation is I recognized the needs of my mate and developed the ability to please her in order to satisfy. Now her needs have become my own. I can’t imagine never having made this connection with my angel. I’m her provider in every single way. Emotionally, physically. And if what we call ourselves is wrong, I don’t give a fuck about being right.

I’m in love with Margaret. Her happiness and satisfaction are the languages I speak now and I’m already fluent.

I ease my dick into her entrance, exhaling in a puff when she sobs and clenches around me. “Remember, we must be silent. You don’t want to wake anyone up, do you?”

She shakes her head vigorously. “No. I can be quiet.”

“Even when I play a little too hard?”

“Yes.” Her eyes are wide and earnest. “I promise.”

I feed a few more inches into her wet cunt, watching her grow flushed. “We can both win the game, if we do it right.” I seat her on top of me fully and momentarily lose the ability to think straight, she’s wrapped around my cock so snugly. “It’s your turn first. Show me how fast you can ride Daddy without making a sound.”

Her hands settle onto my shoulders and with a line of concentration between her brows, my little girl fucks me adorably. With her limited strength, she can barely get my fat dick out of her, before accepting it once more with struggling writhes of her hips. Not a problem, though. I could come from simply seeing my sexy angel in a short skirt. So watching her juicy, young pussy wiggle around all over my cock while she bites her lip to stop from squealing will earn her so much come, I’ll have to explain to her mother if she returns that she’s going to be a grandmother soon, too.

“Good girl,” I praise quietly, as if someone sleeps in the next room. I pet her bottom, letting my middle finger rest against her puckered asshole. “Keep wiggling and Daddy won’t even need a turn.”

She pouts. “Don’t you want to take one?”

You have no idea.I’m so close to shooting come into her like a geyser, I’m going to give myself an injury holding it back. “Da, angel. But when I take my turn, the bed creaks too loudly.”

Her shoulders do a proud shake, bouncing her tits around. “So I win?”

“Not so fast.” I catch my little girl by the knees and upend her on the bed, making her land on her back with a gasp. With that, she’s in the perfect position for me to eat her beautiful pussy—and I do, starting with a thorough, flat-tongued lick between her folds. The squeal she’s been holding back fills the room and I reach up, clapping a hand over her mouth. “Daddy can’t be caught with his mouth where it doesn’t belong, little girl. If you want me to stay and play, you have to be good.”

A shudder wracks her body. “I’ll be good.” Her belly heaves up and down, her fingers twisting in the bedclothes. “I-I’ll be good.”

“Da.” My mouth curls into a smile against her pussy. “You will.”

It takes only a few flicks of my tongue on her clit and she’s panting into the dark, her thighs opening and closing around my head. Fuck, she is sweet. I lap at her juice like it will make me a god—and it does. I’m a fucking god as long as I have this pussy to lick. I miss her cries of ecstasy, but she is enjoying the quiet game, so I vow to make up for not hearing her beautiful voice by making her scream twice as loud next time.

My thumb draws a circle around her clit, pressing it like a button, then jiggling. As if I’ve sprung her combination, she thrashes above me and stiffens, moisture coating my chin and lips while I bring her straight into the eye of the orgasm, then lever myself up and ram her full of cock. I cover her mouth with my hand and ride her tight pussy while she gasps and whines into my palm, her heels digging into my lower back, fingernails raking over my ass.

Above my hand, her eyes are trusting and the combination of her confidence and the snugness of her wet pussy send me past the breaking point. I fall on her like a man without morals, pounding her innocent body without remorse, because I can’t exist outside of the lust and possessiveness she spawns in me. I become an animal, determined to plant its seed deep inside his mate and I do it with a growl. I’m wracked with the intensity of my release and it’s almost more than I can withstand, because my heart is involved.

“I love you,” I rasp into her neck a moment later. “My Margaret. I love you so much.”

Her arms close around me, hesitantly at first, but then she’s squeezing tight and I’m home. She is my home now. “I love you, too, Lenin.”

My chest constricts so much I can barely breathe. I just pray she remembers she loves me if she ever finds out what I’ve done in my past…and what I’m capable of.