Kacie
Jake left shortly after and I slipped into the bathroom. Steam billowed up and fogged the mirror and window. I stepped under the water and thoughts of Haley filtered through my mind. I attempt to shut the thoughts threatening to mentally drag me down. I let the searing water wash over my body. I don’t know how long I’m in the shower but when I’m done, I wrap a towel around my body and step out of the shower.
When I make my way from the bathroom, I look towards the bed and see the outline of Viktor’s body still in bed. I walk towards my dresser and pull out clothes as I try to figure out what I’m wearing today.
Before I can decide on my outfit, something silky covers my eyes and is knotted securely around the back of my head. I jump but Viktor’s smell fills my senses and my body relaxes.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice coming out breathy.
One rough fingertip slides against my cheek and presses against my lips. “You’ll see. Walk back slowly, don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
“Viktor—,” I started.
“If you don’t think you can take this, all you have to do is say your safe word. Do you remember it?” He asked.
Of course, I do.
“Markov,” I whispered.
“Good girl. I want you to feel safe. Do you trust me?” He asked.
I nod.
“We haven’t had any time together. It’s been too long and I want to give you what I should have given you the night those men came into our room,” he murmured.
I’ve missed this.
I’ve missed him and I can’t see a damn thing. I feel the table at the back of my thighs and Viktor reaches out a gentle hand to hold mine.
“I’m going to lift you now,” he whispers into my ear.
I nod my head.
His hands grip underneath my arms. I’m lifted into the air and placed on the table like a doll. He takes a step back and I reach out for him. “So impatient,” he purred.
“Viktor,” I whine.
“You are going to keep your hands by your side. You aren’t going to touch me. You’re going to sit here and take what I give you, okay baby girl?” He asked.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Yes, what?” He asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
“Good girl,” he growled. “I want to look at you,” Viktor says, something cold wraps around my ankle and locks together. A second later, my other ankle is locked and my legs widen. “This is a spreader bar. It’s only helping me keep you open for me,” Viktor says, and his hands slide up my parted thighs, I’m open for him and they’re wide enough that I know he can see everything.
“Tell me what happened that night?” he asked, his voice pulling me from my thoughts. My chin trembles but I ball my hands into tight fists.
“They came into our room,” I whispered.
“Did they touch you?” He asked, his voice low and close to anger.
“No,” I said, my voice came out choked and I swallowed.
“One of the men wanted to but the other one stepped in,” I told him. “I was so scared but I was more afraid for you.”
My shoulders tremble and the blindfold soaks up the stray tears.
“Why did you leave me?” I whispered.
“I wanted to keep you safe,” he said, his voice pained.
“Which one wanted to touch you?” He asked.
“The bald one,” I admitted.
“I’m glad I killed him… had I known I would have made it slow,” he growled. “I failed you… and I’ll never be able to make up for it but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
A hard finger slides down my folds and the sensation shudders through me. The hand glides up and back down, teasing the space between my lips.
“Please,” I beg.
A soothing hand unwraps my towel and it falls onto the table around me. A soothing finger runs down the curve of my breast and my breath picks up as he pinches a nipple.
A low moan escapes past my lips.
All too soon his hands disappear from my body and I complain as the warmth disappears. I freeze when I feel his warm breath between my thighs. I arch my back and he growls in approval as my chest presses forward.
“Is this okay? Are you still okay?” He asked. I want to reach out and touch him but he told me to keep my hands on the table. I know if I reach out, he’ll stop.
I nod my head, my skin is warm and I know he can see I want it, my body wants him. Wetness coats my lips and he’s so fucking close.
His tongue slides up my folds and my hips buck.
“Oh, Goddess,” I moan.
His tongue slides between my folds and I shiver with his breath on my sensitive area. His mouth is on my lips and he sucks while his tongue slides in and out of me once, twice, three times.
“She’s got nothing to do with this,” he chuckles, and his laugh vibrates against my clit and I clench my thighs around his head. His tongue darts deeper and his mouth sucks on my lips.
I wish I could reach out and feel his lips on me, wish I could grip his hair and yank on it. See his dark hair between my fingers, see his head between my legs, see his eyes look up at me while his tongue claims me.
His tongue slides in and out of me hard and thick. His finger finds my clit and I start grinding my hips against his face. His other hand comes out and grips my hip to keep me still. His grip is hard and it keeps me from moving as he takes his time, licking me, tasting me, fucking me.
He pulls back only to bite the inside of my thigh while his other finger expertly rubs my clit in circles and pushes me closer over the edge. He doesn’t stop when I cum and call his name.
Viktor keeps going, he fucks me with his tongue. “Cum again for me,” he murmurs. His mouth finds my overly sensitive area and he sucks my clit while he pushes two fingers into me.
I call out as that delicious feeling starts building up again, deep and low but not far away. There isn’t anything on my mind but Viktor, his hands, and his tongue on me. I wrap my legs around his shoulders and his fingers slide in and out of me, and my body is tense around him.
“Now,” he demands, the tip of his tongue flicks across my clit.
“Viktor,” I cry, and his fingers pump in and out of me. I throw my head back and my toes curl as I come undone for him. His tongue laps up my juices and he groans in approval. He pulls back for a second before leaning forward and kissing my lips.
A second later, the weight around my ankles drops and he lifts me up into his arms. “I’ll never get enough of you. I could drown in you forever,” he whispers as he presses a kiss on my forehead.
“We’ve got a busy day ahead of us but first, you need another shower,” he chuckles. “I do,” I laugh.