3. Vlad

No matter how many times I see Inessa or in what state, she's always breathtaking. The evil glint in her eye adds to her beauty as she sips from my drink. She sets the tumbler down as her lips are pushed open, showing the ice between her teeth, and my queen fucks with me. Tracing a slow path from my ear to my clavicle, the cold trail has my senses heightening. I can feel every breath she takes brushing my skin and she shakes her head when my hand moves up her inner thigh.She's careful not to allow any more of our bodies to touch and tenses her thighs to communicate I'm not to go further.

When I move my hand further up, my thumb slipping between the tiny crease to create space, she knocks it away by crossing one leg over the other. Her ass is pushed back against the armrest as she goes lower with her mouth. She's adorable as fuck trying to soothe the marks in her dirty little game. A groan gets trapped in my chest at the thought of her lips wrapped around me. I've avoided fucking her mouth, wanting her to get pregnant as soon as possible. But now, I never want my cum anywhere else, so we have an excuse. A reason for her to remain my queen until it's no longer physically possible.

I've fucked up and become attached to her. There's still no yearning for any life. Maybe I can keep her with me until the end and find another path to secure everyone's future when I'm no longer here. She sucks the ice back into her mouth and nips my pec with her teeth to get my attention back on her. I look down and thread my fingers through her hair so there's nothing obstructing my view as I ask, "Do you need to talk?"

I miss her voice, the real one that isn't courtesy of a hallucination, but she rolls her eyes and takes it as an insult.

I roll back in the chair, giving her more space. Her eyes darken, and she tilts her head back, making a show out of toying with the ice between her lips. Each small movement as she sucks it into her mouth stokes my lust. Her tongue is a muscle and one that she exercises constantly, so I know she'll have the ability to destroy me. Her teasing mouth continues tracing my abs, and I flex, watching the lust play out on her face. So fucking expressive. She can't hide anything, and she slips off my thigh when she reaches my waistband.

My wife is a force and the only person in existence who could get away with the shit she pulls. Inessa doesn't allow the ice to melt. She grabs my jaw in her soft hand and passes the melting cube between my lips with glee, making her dark eyes sparkle.

"You can hold it for me, lapachka."

Then she attempts to lower to her knees between my thighs.

My hand whips out before I can stop it despite the need inside of me and I hold her chin, stopping her. She narrows her eyes as I bite down on the small cube then ask, "I thought you don't kneel?"

She presses her soft lips to each of my knees over the eight-point stars, and her voice is husky, but her eyes carry a different meaning.

"I found something that's worth it."

She's wicked, a temptation of what can never be, but I've never been a saint and hold my hand out, "Take your robe off."

Obeying with an eye roll, she throws it at my hand.I won't let the hard wood bite into her knees, she's a queen, and I want her body comfortable while I test the boundaries of her throat. She scoffs as I fold the plush material into a rectangle and shakes her head.

"Do you want to do the laundry as well?!"

Ignoring her smart mouth, I kiss her forehead and widen my legs.

"Lift up, meelaya."

Doing as she's told with a crease between her brows, I slide the folded robe under her knees, and she softens.I take her hair tie from her wrist and comb my fingers through her hair so there's nothing obstructing my view. But my hands linger, not wanting to let go of the strands. She doesn't move and the brat disappears as she sits with her hands on her thighs. Softening my voice, it ends up coming out quieter.

"Do you need instructions, malysh?"

Taking it as an insult when I want her to say yes, she pulls my shorts down, freeing my dick. My fingers tighten against her scalp as I stop her and need her to lie.

"Tell me you practiced on fruit or your fingers."

The thought of anyone having her makes my jaw tic. She just grimaces and ignores what I need as she wraps her fingers around me. The brand on her finger has fully healed, and it's currently adding to the image of my wife stroking me as she argues.

"I wasn't deepthroating a banana in my room in anticipation of becoming the perfect wife for you."

She's crazy. There's no other explanation for her consistent need to make me think about anyone else touching her, and she tightens her fingers around my length as I pull her up two inches so she's not able to rest on her knees for stability.

"You have a filthy fucking mouth. Use it wisely, Inessa."

I will gladly rid the world of its male population on my way out of it so no one fucking touches her, and she's insane to think otherwise. For once, she doesn't argue and continues stroking me as she curls her other hand around my nape and seals her lips over mine.

Her promise is fed into my mouth alongside her loyalty, and I could become intoxicated on her. Neither of us even notice as her fingers loosen around me and I'm two seconds away from lifting her up and laying her across my desk to feast when she breaks the connection of our lips on a moan. Her lips are pink, eyes dazed, and her smile is hypnotic. It settles into her voice as she softly says, "Sit back, lapachka."

I've been hard since her lips touched mine and my beautiful queen plans on torturing me. She ghosts her fingertips up my length as she circles the tip with her tongue, and the brat is back.

"Tell me if I need instructions after you've come down my throat."

Massaging her scalp, she moves forward and teases my slit. Physically Inessa is on her knees, but it may as well be a fucking throne under her with the power she radiates.

I don't move, letting her go at her own pace and loving the way she looks up at me as she gets comfortable. Her eyes darken as she slowly, painstakingly slowly, presses the flat of her tongue against my slit, collecting my precum. I fight the urge in my hands to push her head down and wrap the hair tie around the strands to keep them busy. The wicked thing smirks and looks proud of herself as she sits taller. She doesn't suck me in fully and only allows her tongue to flirt with the tip as I comb my fingers through her hair then wrap it around my fist.

Finding a way to run her mouth when it should be full of me, she strokes me from base to tip, twisting her hand and trying to taunt me.

"You want to fuck my face, don't you, lapachka? I can feel your fingers pulsing with the urge."

I've never lost control with her, but she's fucking with it and making me want to. Pushing away the urge to physically shut her up, I give her the option to put her mouth to better use.

"If you're scared you won't be able to do what you said, I can come on your face instead."

It works, and she shuffles forward, wrapping her soft lips around me. I groan, "Fuck, malysh, I finally like your mouth."

Taking more of me into her mouth, she hollows her cheeks and keeps her eyes locked on me. The vixen winks up at me as she bobs her head, the sound of my dick hitting the back of her mouth has me on edge, and I can see her skin pinch at her hairline from how hard I'm holding her hair. My voice darkens as I cup the back of her head to reduce the strain against her scalp.

"Take me in your throat, I'm making it mine."

The first sign that she's about to ruin me comes as she widens her lips, the skin stretched taut at the sides as her spit escapes, and she rests her palms flat against my chest as if she's bowing to me. On her knees, mouth open wide, she is bowing to me, and my hips move of their own volition as she takes more of me in her mouth. My head falls back on a low curse needing a reprieve in order to function.

"Fuuucccck." Awe wraps itself around my low admission. "Ftot rot - moye proklyatiye1."

She manages to smile around me before working back up my dick to do her favorite thing and talk, "Wait a few minutes, and it will be. I'm just getting warmed up."

She doesn't remove her hands from my chest as she slowly seals her lips around my dick and flutters her tongue. The moans leaving her vibrate through my dick, and they get more intense as I lift one of her hands and place it on my bicep. I've seen Inessa come, it's the eighth wonder of the world, and she's close without stimulation where she needs it. Each inch that disappears into her mouth is worshipped and she twitches her thighs, showing she's getting off on me.

"Show me."

She blinks at my request, a small crease forming between her brows, until she notices where my attention is fixed, and she smirks. Her hand slowly moves down my body until it's between her thighs and she moans around me. She's fucking perfect. Pulling her fingers back, they're glistening, and my queen holds them up to me in offering.

I'd live on her taste alone until my dying breath if I had my way. Expecting her to push her fingers into my mouth, she strokes my bottom lip and winks up at me. Mouth full of my dick, and she fucking winks at me. Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth makes her eyes sparkle, and she pushes her head forward, taking me to the back of her throat.

Holding her hair in one hand, I stroke her cheek, feeling my dick.

"You're even more beautiful right now."

She hums around me and nods, making me tense every muscle in my body. It's taking everything in me not to come and I focus on getting a reaction out of her. Her eyes widen with excitement, and she moves her head further down as I pluck a melting ice cube out of the tumbler. I'm not fully buried inside her yet, but she's doing so well.

She takes the opportunity to pull my shorts down further as I lean forward to gain a better vantage with her body. I never know whether that mouth will spit out shit that makes me crazy or be sweet, and it's no different with my dick between her lips. My vision blurs as she turns her face side to side, fitting me in her throat, and her nose touches my skin. Cupping her at the back of her head, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to gain control.

My hips move automatically, and she swallows around my length, making me fucking crazy. The feeling of her cunt squeezing my dick is replicated in her throat.

"Fuuck, malysh. Do it again."

She nods, pressing her nose further into my groin, and I hate that she's not choking. I'd hate the sound more, but this is too easy for her. She forces me to look down as she squeezes my bicep three times and opens her mouth as wide as it can be so I can see the small preview of my dick against her tongue.

"Wider, meelaya."

She does it eagerly and has to let some of me leave her mouth to do it. Her head doesn't move as the ice clinks against the crystal with my two fingers keeping the ice back from hitting her in the face. She opens her mouth wider, seeing the way I'm holding it with my thumb positioned on the outside of the glass and I don't need to move her head back, she does it of her own accord. I slowly drip the vodka into her mouth, it races down my dick, mixing with the warmth she omits, and I pull her head forward as I leave the confines of her throat. If she won't allow the sounds of inexperience, I'll create them myself just to remain sane.

The tip of my dick is pressed against the back of her throat as I continue pooling the vodka into her waiting mouth.

"Don't swallow."

The water line continues to rise with the position, the obstruction preventing her from gulping, and I drop the glass on the table. It lands with a heavy thud against the wood, the ice hitting off each other and I take out a cube again to trace her features. Her eyes turn fully black with the need to swallow, and her throat gets tighter, choking me.

"You can swallow if you're mine." She pauses, and I trace the column of her throat with the ice as I add, "If this throat is only mine, I'll allow you to be comfortable, meelaya."

The hesitation leaves, and she pushes her head forward, taking me further into the tight constraints of her throat. Spit and vodka spill out of her mouth as it escapes the small gaps I'm not filling, and she splutters around her urgency. Inessa doesn't attempt to pull back for air and bobs her head, fucking her own throat with my dick. The sounds rival the best symphonies and I thread my fingers through her hair under the hair tie as I control her movements, so she doesn't make me come straight away.

Her cheeks turn red, and she fights me, cutting off her own air. Tugging at her hair when she doesn't move away to take a breath, my queen lets me go with a wet pop and watery eyes. The ice is melting between my fingers, and I can't remember why I have hold of it. All I can see are swollen pink lips with a string of spit connecting them to me. Her eyes are dazzling as I drop the cube back into the tumbler and she rests her hands on my knees to tip her head back. Her lips slowly part and it takes me a second to work out what she wants.

Unthreading my fingers from her hair, I stroke around her throat and trace under her jawline with my thumb as I ask, "Are you thirsty, meely moy?"

We both know the answer, and her voice is a croak, showing how well she's done.

"Just a little, it's a bit dry."

I know she's talking about her throat, but I roll back in my chair to look at her wet thighs and pride shines through my taunt.

"You look perfectly soaked to me."

Her eyes harden instantly, and I know she's cursing me in her head, but I give in and take a large mouthful. The smaller chips of ice have nearly melted, making it more water than vodka, and my beautiful wife sits taller, waiting for me. There's no twinge in my muscles as I lean forward, and the stitches pull against my skin because her dark eyes are in front of me, and she's drinking from me. I don't allow our lips to touch, and she lets out a moan as she swallows.

Bringing her up so she's sat up on her knees fully, I seal our lips together. I need her. To come. She's beautiful and twisted, making her perfect, but it doesn't mean anything because I know I can't get attached. She strokes up my thighs as she moans into my mouth. My queen has an obsession with muscle, and I flex, allowing her to feel them as she attempts to dig her fingers into them. One hand remains on my thigh and the other wraps around my dick. Her delicate touch isn't enough to make me come. It's more dangerous, threatening to heal me. To make me forget my goals.

I need her hand off me, but I can't pull back and blindly grab a piece of ice. She gasps into my mouth as I lightly trace her nipples, and I soften my voice, so she'll do as she's told.

"One hand behind your back, malysh."

As expected, she removes her hand from my dick and allows me full access to her pretty tits. Her pink nipples get harder as I continue tracing them, and I have an unexplainable urge to cover her in cum or brand her chest. She already has me on her finger, but I want to be closer to her life force. The only thing stopping me is the fact I'm not in my suit. It's rare and I'm stopped from delving into the thoughts as she leans forward to suck on the tip of my dick.

Moving the ice in random patterns over the swell of her chest, she drops down with eagerness. My movements turn lazy, watching my queen kiss my dick. She works down my length and flattens her palm on the inside of my knee before knocking my hand away from her chest and saying six words that have me ready to give her anything she wants.

"I want you to feel good." She doesn't move as her eyes soften with her plea, "Let me, Vladik."

It feels deeper than her sucking my dick without me pulling her away, but I focus on the physical and sit back in my seat.

She takes the acceptance for what it is and puts her soft lips to work as she kisses each of my knees before going up my inner thigh. Her tongue pokes, tracing the seam of my balls, threatening to have me come on her face. It's chased away by a knock on the door, and I roll the chair forward, trapping her under the desk.My hand automatically goes to the back of her head to make sure she's safe, and the fucker doesn't wait to be allowed in as the wood is slowly removed from its frame.

Dima's ugly ass walks in, and Inessa wrecks me. Her lips don't stop moving across my length, and she wraps her fingers around my dick. I tap her shoulder with my knee in warning when her warm mouth envelops my balls. Cupping her nape, I bring my other hand on top of the wood.

"Val got one of their hideouts, I don't know if he's paid for the information yet."

I'm not listening to a single fucking word that leaves his mouth. My mind is solely focused on the lips under the desk.

A soft bite lands on my inner thigh and I blink into awareness. The only advantage of having his ugly mug in front of me is that it stops me from coming. My wife is working hard under the desk to counteract it and I sit taller to position my calves at her back. The underside of my knee is resting on top of her shoulders to deter her, but I married a stubborn fucking brat, and she presses her cheek to my thigh so I can feel her smirk.

"Do you have anything on the bastard or are you going to leave Val to pay whatever it is?" he repeats himself, his brows coming together.

Inessa pauses and hugs the outside of my thighs. Her cheek remains on my thigh as I try to work out what I've missed in the conversation. I can't recall Dima saying a name, and my middle finger moves, touching my wife's nape as I ask, "Which bastard?"

We're surrounded by them, so he's not being clear by using the descriptor. One name leaves him, and I nearly roll my eyes.

"Rian Court, he's the one who found where they were hiding."

That egotistical fuck won't cause any harm when we have our agreements in place. His brother is friends with Vitali and Dani has business dealings with their family. So, I brush it away and Inessa takes that as confirmation to continue fucking with me. Dima takes a seat, making himself comfortable and decides now is the appropriate time for a conversation. Instead of being miserable and just grumbling words, he actually strings them together to form a sentence.

"So, what do you want to do about the rest of them?"

I want to fuck my wife's face in fucking peace.

The smile touching my skin is sinister, and I clench every muscle as she takes my dick to the back of her throat.

She's a fucking brat, so I cut off her air, holding her in place and locking her shoulders in with my knees. Maintaining a normal conversation is hard fucking work when she swallows around me, making my voice come out too rough.

"Don't do anything, they're all dead."

Not sensing that I'm distracted by world-class head, he picks his dumb ass up and fucks off. The door isn't fully closed, and my bark bounces off the walls.

"Close the fucking door."

Hearing the click, I roll back out, dragging my bratty wife with me.Standing for better leverage, I fist her hair at the base of her scalp and the rough movements match my tone.

"Is this what you wanted, malysh?" Dragging her mouth up and down my dick, she nods, and I fuck her beautiful face. "You want me to lose control all the time." It's not a question, but she nods again and holds my thighs for support.

Sadness coats her features as I pull her off me, ready to fuck her.

"Are you soaked from choking on my dick?"

I can see the answer on her thighs, but I want to hear it. She flicks her tongue against the tip and answers in the most beautiful croak, "Yes, now come in my mouth. I want to taste you."

Fuck me, she can give orders like that, and I'll never fucking disobey.

Sticking her tongue out flat, I tap my dick against the pink muscle, watching my pre-cum mix with her spit. My brat seals her lips around me, and the room fills with her slurping as she sucks me down. Spit drips off her chin, and my hips move back automatically when her hand goes past my balls. She's too aware of everything and takes her hands away, flattening them behind her. Extending her neck, silently wanting more, I push forward, and gratitude mixes with my lust.

Just like she said, she returns what I give her with interest and does something with her tongue that has my knees going weak. I'm rough, too rough when I'm fucking her face, but she moans and doesn't move her eyes away from me. Her tits are pushed up from the position of her shoulders, and I can't look away from her. My body seizes, my head falling back as I pull her closer until her lips are sealed around the base of my dick and come straight down her throat.

Cupping the back of her head as she keeps swallowing around me, I fall back, rocking the chair, pulling her with me. I can't get a word out; I need her lips. The ones on her face are my first choice, but she stays and continues swallowing around me. I have to pull her off and grab her throat rather than using her hair. My palm pauses, and awe leaves me on a low breath.

"I can feel my dick through your throat."

She lets me go, and I have enough energy to pull her up. She stiffens as I try to seal my lips over hers, so I change course and abruptly turn her around. Her ass is in the air as she folds over my desk and catches herself with her hands on the leather blotter.

She's dripping down her thighs and my tongue cleans up my dirty queen.Her cunt opens up for me easily as I push two fingers inside her. The moans leaving her swollen lips are melodious and I suck her clit between my teeth, wanting more. Fucking Inessa isn't about the act or release, it's about her. I want everything she has to offer, to see her break apart and scream for me. The only screams she will ever form are due to pleasure and it's the only time I'll be the source of them.

Fucking her with my fingers, I kiss up the back of her thighs and rake my teeth over her beautiful ass. I'm mesmerized, watching her rock back and fuck herself. I'm hard again just from the sight alone and lift her off the desk so her back is to my chest. She groans, mourning the loss of my fingers and turns her head with her mouth already open to spit some fucking bullshit. I knock the argument away. It's replaced by a scream as I sit her on the only thing she needs — my dick.

She sings my name and holds on to my neck as I hook her knees over my elbows and my lips dance up her neck,

"Play with your pretty little clit for me, malysh."

Her eyes roll back as she nods, and she moves too slowly. My dick pistons in and out of her tight cunt, her walls clenching and massaging every inch as I bite into her neck and palm her tits with both hands. She doesn't do as she's told and arches her back, rolling her hips and threading her fingers behind my head with a claim.

"Vlad, you feel so good, fuck."

I help my wife get the release we both need to witness, and drape one leg over the arm of the chair. She moans low in her throat as I slap the tips of my fingers off her swollen clit.Need darkens my voice, and she digs her nails into my neck with a whimper.

"Do you want me to fill your cunt with cum?" Slowing my movements so she can feel every part of my dick, Inessa turns to me with a pout and nods. "Say it, beg me, moya koroleva2."

She wrecks me with the softest longing I've ever heard against my lips. "Please, Vlad, I need you to come in me."

Grinding down, she rests her head on my shoulder, begging to the sky. "Oh fuck. More. Missed you."

Biting her shoulder in agreement, of both statements, I hold her climax hostage, until she gives me what I want.

"Tell me you're mine," I grit. "That your cunt is mine, and you belong to me."

Her hand comes back up as I press against her stomach, and she holds my bicep, groaning, "Only if you're mine."

I've never belonged to anyone, I never will. But the closest anyone will get is the woman in my arms, and I nod into her neck, feeling her pulse against my lips.

I should know better than to ever think Inessa will let me have a reprieve. Even now, she adds a caveat that's not needed.

"I'm yours for?—"

Cutting it off, her knee touches my shoulder as I fold her in half and grip her throat. My thrusts are brutal, chasing away the anger she stoked. I want this woman, in my bed, and in my life. I've woken up to her once and every other morning of my life has been fucking empty in comparison.

Biting her neck to stop from asking for more, she convulses and shakes in my arms with my name on her tongue.

"Fuck! Vlad!"

The force of her climax has her dropping down, burying my dick inside her fully as she massages me with her inner walls pulsing. It pulls my cum from me. I can't control myself and cross my arms over her, keeping us attached as my heart races as though it's about to give out.