Billionaire Flawed 2(5)

I could feel his eyes burning through me, melting what little inhibitions I had. His tough and scarred skin barely contained the muscle flexing beneath as he held his arms open, waiting for an embrace.

I stepped slowly, as though floating, in the darkened room. I felt my long black hair waving in the breeze that filtered in, and I realized my own nakedness.

A burning was building deep inside me, and it needed release.

I threw my arms around Viktor, planting my head into his masculine chest, and he, in turn, held me tight. He craned his neck and leaned in for a kiss; I accepted thoroughly. Our tongues locked in a duel for more as he grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling me in for a deeper kiss.

My breath was becoming short as he released me from his grasp, and threw me upon the bed that waited patiently for our arrival.

The silken sheets spilled to the floor, and I could feel myself sinking, falling into the comfortable bed. I was becoming hot with anticipation as I awaited my lover to join me.

He crawled on the overly large mattress toward me, as a blue halo of moonlight silhouetted his form. I couldn’t hold back my excitement as I began to rub my hands all over myself.

He leaned in for a kiss, which I provided eagerly, before letting his tongue wander over my body.

He kissed down my neck, and I could feel my chest becoming flush as my nipples perked up. He lingered his tongue on my nipple for a while. Flicking and sucking, and it tickled me in all the right places.

His hands caressed my curves, up and down my hips. He continued with his tongue, moving to my other breast.

I reached one arm around to hold onto his back, and with my other hand, I brushed along his strong chest. Working my way down slowly, until I met his throbbing member. I began to stroke up and down his shaft, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like.

He reached his hand down to my clit and began to massage it in a circle. Every little sensation shot feelings of ecstasy to my head. I arched my back when he would find just the right place to touch.

My moans were becoming louder, and I could feel myself dripping with desire. He must have noticed because he brought his mouth back to my own and brought me in for another kiss.

I could feel the tip of his manhood begging to enter, and I was not in a place where I could deny the pleasure.

He eased it in, at first, slowly inching its way deeper and deeper. It felt almost too big to fit, and I let out a whine, but it didn’t stifle his advance. It opened me more and more, unceasing until I had finally taken it all.

He breathed heavily in my ear, as I continued to moan with pleasure, enjoying every inch of him. He didn’t move just yet. Instead he started kissing me all over again.

It only lasted for a moment, though, as I could feel him slide out and then slide back in. He started slowly at first, and then he started to speed up. Every time his pelvis would meet mine I would feel a shock shooting up my nerves.

He continued to bore into me, and I was starting to lose myself to the rhythm. Then suddenly I could feel wave after wave of pleasure shooting down all my muscles. I couldn’t even let out a moan to signal his success.

Every muscle inside me was tensed from the orgasms, but he was showing no signs of stopping. He pushed me into the bed and grabbed my butt tightly. I could feel him pumping his fluid into my welcoming body, and I shuddered from the feeling.

Everything was wet, I was wet, the bed was wet, and then I finally woke up.



4.

“Sounds like you were having a good dream,” Ivan said as he picked up the bucket of water.

I sputtered and spat, trying to flip my wet hair from my face. I was tied to a chair. While I had been tied down before, I usually preferred it in a more intimate setting.

“Ivan, what the hell is going on,” I asked.

He tossed the bucket aside and let out a chortle.

“You can call me Anton,” he said, “Considering you know our mutual friend, I thought you might be willing to answer a few questions for me.”

“You’re Anton?”

“In the flesh,” he replied, “I suppose my reputation precedes me.”

I nodded.

“What do you want with me,” I asked.

“I want what every slighted man wants, revenge.”

He turned and went to a nearby work bench, and continued to sharpen a rather large knife.

“If you want revenge, why are you taking me, I didn’t do anything to you.”

He stopped sharpening the blade and turned to me.

“My dear, revenge is a beautiful thing. If I were to stab him in the hand I would have my revenge but once, but if I stab him in the heart, I would have my revenge as many times as he is willing to bare it.”

He turned back to the bench again and continued his busy work. I began to panic, my breathing became short, and I started to test the strength of the ropes.