Chapter 22

Yaroslav

I t’s been a long day. Eventually, after doing some digging and pulling a few teeth, we discovered the fool who thought it was a good idea to steal from me. He’s now on his way to a watery grave somewhere no one will find him. It might be a cliché, but weighing a body down and dumping it in the ocean really is one of the most effective methods of disposal. Of course, amongst our own, I’ll make sure everyone knows what happened to him. No one steals from the Volkov Wolfpack and lives to spend a penny of their ill-gotten gains.

I’m feeling stressed and I know I won’t sleep. One thing I’m confident will make me feel better is fucking. Losing myself in Kim and forgetting the world for a while is too tempting so I decide to go to her room. She answers the door in a skimpy pair of pajama shorts and a silk camisole top that I can see her nipples through. My cock immediately jumps at the sight.

She stifles a yawn, “Yaroslav, it’s late. Is everything okay?” she asks, holding the door close to her so she’s stood in the way.

I’m a bit confused, normally she throws the door wide open for me and invites me in right away, or just calls out for me to come in without coming to the door. Why does she now seem shy?

“Can I come in?” I ask with a small smile.

She hesitates for a moment before, moving aside and opening the door wider for me to enter. The room is dark, with only her bedside lamp casting a soft glow. Her bed is unmade, with a book on the nightstand, so I assume she was in bed reading when I knocked.

“Did Artem show you the pottery room I had made for you?” I ask.

“He did…” she says hesitantly.

“Is something wrong with it?” I ask, wondering why she’s acting strangely.

“No, no it’s perfect, thank you. It was very generous of you. You really shouldn’t have…” she says.

“Why not? I wanted to do something nice for you,” I state, feeling a little stung that she isn’t acting more grateful.

“And I appreciate that, it just seems a bit extravagant when I’ll only get to use it a few times,” she replies cautiously. Upon noticing my confused expression, she continues, “You know, because I’m leaving in three days.”

Fuck, how has it already been four days since she agreed to another week?

“No,” I blurt out without thinking, I’m not ready for her to leave.

“No?” she asks incredulously, folding her arms and glaring up at me, “You can’t force me to stay.”

“Wanna bet?” I growl.

“We had a deal!” she cries.

She looks adorable when she’s mad, I can practically imagine her petulantly stamping her foot in a moment.

“And now I’ve changed my mind,” I purr, stepping closer to her until there’s barely any space between us.

Kim’s breath hitches and I know my proximity is impacting her, that she’s responding to me and soon she’ll give in. She blinks, shaking her head and backing up, as though breaking a spell. I step forward again and she places her hands on my chest and shoves me.

“No. You don’t get to do that,” she declares haughtily.

“Do what?” I purr, circling her wrist with one hand and trailing my fingers on the other hand up her arm seductively.

“Demand that I stay without giving me a choice in the matter and then try to seduce me into agreeing. You can’t do that!” she retorts, yanking her arm away.

“I think you’ll find I can do what I want,” I reply smoothly.

“Really?” she replies, raising her eyebrow and folding her arms. “So then what, if in three days I still want to go, what will you do then? Tie me up and keep me here as a prisoner?” she demands.

“Maybe…” I muse, “I have to say I like the idea of you tied up,” I add suggestively.

But tonight it seems she’s immune to my charms. “And you think you could get away with that?” she says with a derisive snort.

“Yes,” I reply simply.

“Who are you? Really,” she says looking at me in disbelief and I realize I’ve gone too far, that she’s seeing behind the mask.

This isn’t just some kinky hypothetical conversation for her, she’s taking me seriously.

Shit.

“Yaroslav, the man you’ve been enjoying fucking for almost three weeks,” I reply, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Cut the crap Yaroslav, why am I really here? Why do you want me to stay?”

“Because I enjoy fucking you,” I reply simply, shutting down further questions.

I don’t want to answer that question to myself yet, I don’t know why I can’t seem to let her go, and I most certainly don’t want to discuss it with her.

“David seems to think you have other reasons,” she states staring me in the eye.

Great, so this is what’s got into her. David’s been telling her god knows what.

How much has he said? And how much has she believed? This is not good .

“Oh really? Well, please enlighten me, what did my mentally unstable brother have to say?” I reply sarcastically, trying to cast aspersions to make her doubt David’s stories.

Her conviction wavers slightly, but she’s too far gone to backtrack now. “He seems to think you’re planning on making me your wife or some shit, that you need heirs for your criminal empire.”

Fuck, so David’s been spilling all the family secrets, and worse, it sounds like Kim’s believed him.

I laugh, trying to act as though the suggestion is utterly ridiculous. “Oh, and I suppose he also thinks I’m in love with you and this is some grand romance?”

Kim’s cheeks redden and she looks embarrassed. “Well… actually…”

“That’s fucking hilarious, and you believed him?” I reply with a derisive snort.

Kim doesn’t respond, which is all I need to know. I have to be cruel to hide the truth from her.

“I don’t do love. I am not, nor will I ever be, in love with you. I just wanted to fuck. But since you’re not going to do that tonight, I guess I’ll go elsewhere,” I spit, storming out.

I have three days to do some damage control. Try to convince Kim to forgive me and stay, while at the same time making sure she doesn’t believe a word David told her. But right now, all I want to do is get the fuck out of the house and blow off some steam.

Fuck Kim, fuck the contract, fuck love, fuck feeling fucking weak. I’m Yaroslav Volkov, no one owns me.

***

The naked blonde gyrating on my lap thrusts her enormous tits in my face, she smells of sweat and a too-sweet bubblegum perfume. The dance music of the club thuds out and I can hear the jeers of the drunken bachelor party enjoying the show onstage. I’m several vodkas deep in the VIP room of one of my strip clubs. I figured if Kim won’t put out maybe I can find some release in one of the incredibly willing dancers. The only problem is my cock seems to have other plans. It’s not so much as twitched for the voluptuous naked woman doing her best to seduce me.

“Is someone a bit shy?” she purrs, unperturbed by my clear lack of interest. “Maybe I can help with that,” she coos, dropping to her knees and starting to unbuckle my belt.

Quick as a viper, I reach out and grab her wrist, stopping her. “No. Leave.”

She stops, looking confused and a little bit pissed off at my abrupt dismissal. “You heard me, go,” I growl, thrusting a handful of one-hundred-dollar bills at her.

Her eyes light up as she pockets the money and puts her skimpy lingerie back on. “I’d like to say your loss, but I won’t lie, I was looking forward to riding the famous Volkov cock. Maybe next time,” she giggles, blowing me a kiss before heading back into the dark club to find the next willing punter.

Fucking Kim. What is it about this woman that makes me unable to think of anyone else?

I pour myself another glass of vodka from the bottle I have on ice, knocking it back before shrugging on my jacket and heading out. I’m resigned to the fact I’m going to have to satisfy my sexual frustrations alone tonight.

Feeling a little inebriated as I arrive home, I stumble up the stairs to my room, refusing the help of the two men who were escorting me as the muscle tonight. At the top of the stairs, I notice Kim’s light is still on, shining from under her closed door. I contemplate going to speak to her but decide against it and go to my room instead. Knowing Kim, she needs to sleep on it before I try to patch things up.

I strip off and jump in the shower, I need to wash off the grime I always feel after going to the club, I swear I can still smell the stripper on me. Plus, a cold shower might help sober me up and clear my head of thoughts of Kim.

While it helps to sober me up, I can’t shake my sexual frustration. I picture myself fucking Kim the way I wanted to tonight, imagining the smooth slopes of her curves. Immediately my cock springs to life, hardening at the mere thought of Kim. I grip it and start to furiously stroke my shaft, my head full of Kim. Imagining her here, on her knees, taking the full length of my cock in her mouth. In no time at all, I make myself cum, but I’m feeling more frustrated than ever. My dick doesn’t even soften, eager for the real deal.

With an irritated sigh, I turn off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. Already I can tell I’m going to have a restless night’s sleep.

I do a double take when I enter my room, wondering if I’m imagining things. Kim’s there. Although, unlike the Kim of my fantasies, the real Kim looks mad as hell.

“Where were you?” she asks, her voice unnervingly calm.

“Out,” I grunt. I don’t owe her an explanation.

She folds her arms and stares me down. She’s not falling for it, she knows exactly what I was out looking for.

“We had an agreement that while I am staying here, we would exclusively sleep with each other only,” she points out.

She’s right, but I don’t like to be reminded of that. If I’m totally honest, I only considered how the arrangement worked for me and that the rules mostly applied to her.

“I’m well aware of our agreement and I have abided by it,” I reply, grateful that it’s the truth, even if I did come close to breaking it.

She looks a little surprised at that and then a thought seems to occur to her. She arches a brow, “This isn’t you thinking you’ve found some sort of loophole where because I said ‘sleep with’ you’re going to tell yourself it’s not lying because you didn’t sleep with another woman you fucked her?”

I can’t help but chuckle at that. It’s exactly the kind of trick I would try to pull. Perhaps she knows me better than I realized.

“No, Kim. I didn’t fuck anyone tonight.”

She scrutinizes me for a minute before nodding. “Good,” she says simply.

Then she does something completely unexpected. She walks toward me slowly, looking into my eyes as she pulls the towel off me, dropping it to the floor and revealing my erect penis. She glances down at it, “It seems you’re either telling the truth or whoever you fucked tonight didn’t satisfy you,” she states.

Before I can answer, she surprises me yet again by dropping to her knees. She grips the base of my cock with one hand and places her mouth around the tip, licking and sucking as she teases me with her mouth. It feels so incredible and unexpected that I almost cum right away. I let out a hiss between my teeth, closing my eyes in pleasure as she takes me deeper into her mouth. When I look down again at her, she’s looking me right in the eye, taking pleasure in my obvious enjoyment.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I groan.

She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s showing me just what she can offer. Proving why she’s the woman I can’t get out of my mind. She continues to fuck me with her mouth, getting faster and deeper. Eventually, she takes the entire length of my cock down her throat, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to cum.

“If you keep going like that I’m going to cum before I can fuck your brains out,” I growl, before trying to pull away so I can fuck her.

She grips both hands on my ass, holding me in place. It seems making me cum with her mouth is exactly what she wants. Who am I to refuse a lady?

She continues to drive me wild, licking up and down the length of my shaft and sucking until I finally give in. My orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks as I finally get the release I’ve been craving. But I still want more, as she stands I reach for her, ready to finally take her and fuck her like I’ve been dying to do all night. But she weaves out of my grasp, mischievously wagging her finger at me.

“You’re not the one in charge tonight,” she purrs. “Now, sit,” she commands pulling a nearby chair so it’s facing the bed.

Intrigued, I do as I’m told, wanting to see what she has planned for me. She stands in front of me, slowly peeling off her clothes until she’s standing there completely bare. My eyes hungrily explore her body, marveling at how beautiful she is. How is it that I’ve seen her naked so many times and yet every time feels as exciting and arousing as the first?

I ache to lean out and caress her soft skin but she’s standing a tantalizing distance away, just out of reach. I go to stand up, but she pushes me back down on the chair.

“Did I say you could move?” she asks, her tone light but serious at the same time. “Don’t move unless I say you can, otherwise, I’ll leave,” she warns, from her voice I know she’d follow through on her threat.

It’s new to me, not being in control, and yet I’m surprised to find that with Kim, I like it. I stay sitting, enrapt as I watch her. I’m expecting her to come and straddle me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she sits down on the edge of the bed, parting her legs so I can see her pussy in all its glory. My cock throbs at the sight.

Slowly, never taking her eyes off mine, she begins to touch herself. I can see how wet she is, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to ignore her command and get up, to claim what’s mine. But I have to admit, watching her pleasure herself again is incredibly sexy and reminds me of our first night together.

She expertly plays with her clit while thrusting her fingers in and out of her vagina, moaning softly as she does so. I can tell exactly the message that she’s trying to portray, she doesn’t need me to get off, she knows the power her body has over me, and she only lets me enjoy her on her terms. My cock is so hard it’s almost painful and I can’t help but touch myself too while I watch her.

“You’re fucking incredible, koketka ,” I groan, amazed by how much just looking at her turns me on.

Her eyes close and her head tilts back as she brings herself to orgasm. My ego is pleased to note that she doesn’t cry out as loudly, nor orgasm for as long as she does when I’m the one fucking her.

I worry for a moment that this is it, she’s going to leave now she’s cum to teach me a lesson. If that was the plan, I’m happy that she decides not to act on it. Perhaps she is as hungry for more as I am. She gets up and comes over toward me, straddling me and guiding my cock inside her warm, wet slit.

“Fuck,” I groan, enjoying how amazing it feels to be inside her again.

I grip her ass, moving her hips back and forth and trying to guide her up and down my cock but she quickly removes them. “Don’t make me tie them behind your back,” she teases.

It seems she’s still firmly in the driver’s seat. I decide to sit back and enjoy the ride.

She grinds on me tantalizingly slowly, looking me in the eye the whole time. Going this slowly, I can feel everything even more acutely. I’m more aware of how well we fit together, how fucking good this feels. She thrusts her breasts in my face, and I eagerly kiss and suck on them, hungry to be able to touch her with something other than my cock.

“Mm, yes,” she groans, reaching down to play with her clit as she rides me.

I don’t know why I ever considered going to fuck someone else. Right now, it feels like Kim is the only woman I could ever possibly want. I feel her pussy tightening as she increases the speed, her breathing getting heavier as she moans louder. I can tell she’s close. I’m glad since I feel like I’m about to explode at any moment.

“Cum with me, Yaroslav,” she moans, leaning in to kiss me.

I hungrily kiss her back, knowing full well that her command is about to be met any second now yet not wanting the pleasure to end. She cries out, reaching her climax at the same time as I reach mine, cumming harder than I have in a while. She kisses me again, pulling away and looking into my eyes.

“You might say I belong to you, Yaroslav, but don’t forget that you’re mine just as much as I am yours,” she murmurs.

Fuck. She’s right. How did that happen?