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I feel as if I’m going insane with desire again as he pulls free of my mouth, swallowing the last of his cum, my clit throbbing from the pleasure of sucking him and swallowing his cum and hearing him say those dirty things as I did.
Not all dirty, though.Kotenok.Kitten. He’d called me that, that endearment, and I can’t get it out of my head. Not with him above me, still half-hard and gorgeous, his cock dripping cum onto my chest, and I’m so turned on I think I could die.
“Levin?” I whisper as he slides down my body. “Make me come one more time, please?”
He grins at me, his face slack with pleasure, his eyes glittering. “With pleasure,” he says, and then he moves downwards, his mouth against my drenched pussy once again as he starts to lick my aching clit.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Lidiya
Oh my god, I can’t believe we just fucking did that.
When Levin finishes licking me to another shuddering orgasm, he looks up from between my thighs, our eyes meeting. Something passes between us, some crackling of electricity, and I can see the blatant need in his face, despite how hard he just came in my mouth.
For a second, I think he’s going to lose control. I think he’s going to push that massive cock into me as I writhe chained on his bed, and I’m going to let him. Not only that—I’m going to love every fucking second of it.
He doesn’t though. His blue gaze holds mine, and then suddenly he rips himself away from me, climbing off the bed and grabbing his clothes. I can see his cock bobbing between his thighs, already hard again, but Levin ignores it. He shoves himself back into his jeans, drags his t-shirt over his head, and stalks to the door.
He leaves without a word, not even a backward glance. In his rush to get out of the room, he’d forgotten to help me with my clothes, and I squirm uncomfortably on the mattress. With my arousal more than sated, everything else about my situation comes back to me—the way my wrists ache in the cuffs, more than ever now from yanking against them as Levin ate me out, the chill on my still-bare skin, the fact that my jeans are still around my calves and my sweater under my armpits with my bra pulled down, the sticky feeling of my arousal drying on my thighs.
I want a shower. I want to sleep. I want to be out of these godforsaken cuffs.
I’m not entirely sure how long Levin is gone. I think I doze off for a little while, awakened by the sound of him coming back into the now-dark room and the light being switched on. He strides to the bedside without a word, not meeting my eyes, and reaches up to unlock the cuffs.
His eyes look glazed, and he smells like expensive vodka.
When I’m uncuffed, he strides back out of the room, shutting the door loudly behind him.
I’m surprised he left me here alone unrestrained, but maybe he knows that after this latest failed escape attempt, I’m fully aware that there’s no option but to comply. It’s not that I’m staying in hopes of a repeat performance of earlier, either. It would be best for both of us if weneverdid that again, and we both know it.
I just know I’m not getting away. If it’s not Levin who comes for me next time, it’ll be someone else—probably several someones—and I believe him when he says they won’t be punishing me by making me come over and over.
But he’s given me a secret weapon now. I know I’m going to have to go to bed with Grisha, and the thought disgusts me more than I would have ever thought it could before that fateful morning. But while I’m in bed with Grisha, I’ll be imagining Levin. I can think of a lot of ways to get revenge, but picturing the man who is setting him up between my thighs instead feels like a pretty good one, even if he has no idea about it.
I get off of the bed slowly, feeling stiff after being cuffed for so long, and gently test the skin around my wrists. It doesn’t feel bad—a little chafed maybe, but Levin had made sure not to cuff me too tightly.
He’s a very polite kidnapper. Except when he’s devouring me from between my legs.
I shuck my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor as I retreat to the bathroom and the promise of a hot shower. Levin’s cum is still on my chest where he dripped onto me, and I’m very aware of my thighs brushing together as I walk into the bathroom. Part of me doesn’t want to wash away the evidence of what happened between us, but I know I need a clear head for the conversation that’s doubtless going to come later.
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Levin still isn’t there when I come out of the shower. I feel a small pang, but order myself a burger from room service and change into my favorite pair of soft cotton pajama pants and a tank top, putting on a movie in the background. Every noise in the hall makes me perk up, more hopefully than I would like to admit considering how Ishouldfeel about Levin, but he doesn’t return by the time I’ve finished dinner, or by the time I’ve finished that movie and one more, and I start to feel too exhausted to stay awake any longer.
Is he out with another woman?My chest clenches at the thought, even though I know I shouldn’t care. It shouldn’tmatterwhat he’s doing, but my mind is filled with sudden images of him locked in some other gorgeous woman’s arms, her rich blonde curls tumbling around them as she rides him to—
Lidiya, stop.I grit my teeth, switching off the television and turning off the light, rolling over onto my side as I pull the covers up around my chin.
I need to get some sleep.
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When I wake up, Levinisthere. I’d thought I’d heard him stumble in sometime last night, but I was too exhausted and half-asleep to be certain. Now I’m woken by the sound of him ordering room service in a raspy voice, and when I push myself up sleepily to a half-sitting position, he looks at me blearily from where he’s sitting on the couch as he hangs up the phone. He’s still wearing his clothes from the night before.
“Levin, should we—” I haven’t felt so awkward the morning after in a long time. I can’t help wondering if he went out and fucked someone else, can’t stop remembering how hard he was when he left, still needing more than what I could give him or he was willing to take from me. But I can’t ask that.
“Are you going to run again?” he asks bluntly. His hands are hanging between his knees as he leans forward, his bloodshot gaze meeting mine. The question hangs between us, heavy in the air.
