Smiling with triumph, I toy with her clit as she struggles to stay on her feet. She’s clutching me now, on the verge of losing control. For every moment that she tries to push me away, there’s another two or ten moments where she’s pulling me in.
The back of her head is leaned against the wall. When her eyes flutter, I know that she’s close. Which is why I bend, pop a kiss onto her stunning cleavage…
And then pull my finger out entirely.
Alyssa’s eyes flash open. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyebrows pull together and her lips pinch together.
“Did you really think I was gonna let you come so easily?” Her eyebrows rise. “It’s not your turn yet, little one. If you want pleasure, you’ll have to give pleasure first.”
Her eyes flash and brighten at the same time. She’s not irritated—she’s excited. I put my hands on her shoulders and push her down onto her knees. She starts undoing my zipper eagerly as though she’s ravenous for my cock.
Her earlier self-consciousness has completely disappeared, burned away in the fire of how bad she wants this. There’s nothing shy about the way she engulfs my cock with her mouth and starts sucking eagerly.
“Yes… Fucking hell, more of that,” I groan as she plays with my balls and sucks.
She shows no signs of stopping or slowing down. So I place both my palms against the wall as my hips rock back and forth into her mouth. I clench my hands, my body tightening as the orgasm hits me faster than any I’ve ever had before.
And fuck, does it feel amazing. Has it ever felt that good?
Even as I explode inside her, she keeps sucking until there’s nothing left in me. Only then do I pull out and zip myself back in. Then I offer her a hand and pull her up to her feet.
“That was quite the performance, Ms. Walsh.”
There it is—that sweet blush of hers. It amazes me how she can go from her knees, a cock slick in her mouth, to the self-conscious innocent in front of me now. Maybe that’s why she’s so fascinating to me. There’s something intriguing about her obvious duality.
I reach into my coat pocket and pull out the small remote that I’ve been keeping safe for this very moment.
“What’s that?” she whispers. Now, she looks scared.
I give her a cryptic smile that has her swallowing hard. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Without elaborating, I take her hand and drag her towards the door, leaving behind all the doubts that have been creeping up on me ever since I first confined her to the basement.
All that’s on my mind is that this is gonna be an interesting night.
31
ALYSSA
I feel so dirty.
But it’s the good kind of dirty, if there’s even such a thing.
The dress, the heels, the makeup—they’re all doing wonders for my self-esteem and my confidence. But as sleek and sexy as I feel all dolled up, there’s no denying the silver vibrator stuffed inside me or the fact that my mouth is coated with the salty-sweet tang of Uri’s cum.
I can’t help licking my lips as I step out of Uri’s vintage Rolls Royce in front of the doors of Sakura.
The restaurant’s black doors are inlaid with a pattern of cherry blossoms in pure ivory. This place is for fancy people, important people. This place is for women with fur stoles and personal shoppers. Not for a grubby little travel journalist who just swallowed a toxic man’s seed half an hour ago and badly wants to do it again.
My heart is pinging loudly. You do not belong here, it’s trying to tell me. You do not belong in this world.
That’s never been clearer than when I walk into the crowded restaurant and all eyes turn to me. It really does feel like every head swivels in my direction. I take a step back and walk right into Uri’s open hand. It settles on the small of my back and he pulls me closer.
“Uri, why is everyone staring?” I whisper.
“Because you’re beautiful,” he says in such a matter of fact way that I can’t even argue. Then he leads me to a table in, wouldn’t ya know it, the very center of the restaurant.
As we make our way there, a few different men actually stand up as we pass. Some shake Uri’s hand; others just give him a head nod. But almost everyone there acknowledges him in some way.
And it begs the question: what the hell is going on?
Uri slides the chair out for me before he sits down himself. A string quartet plays light music from the corner and the murmur of the other diners percolates through the dining room. But while it seems like everyone has just gone back to their own conversations, I can still feel the weight of their stares, their attention.
It’s almost enough to make me forget that I’m literally wearing a sex toy.
“That was… weird.”
Uri folds his hands together. “What was?”
“Are you kidding? What was that entrance? I’m surprised the whole restaurant didn’t do a collective curtsy.”
He snorts. “You’re a dramatic one.”
I just squint at him curiously. “Are you really that important? Or are you just that scary?”
“I’d like to think I’m both.”
I glance to the side and catch one of the women from the adjacent table staring at me. She whips her head back around the moment I catch her. Real subtle.
“Who are all these people?”
Uri’s gaze hasn’t once veered to any of the other tables. Maybe he’s just being a gentleman and focusing his attention on me. But I have a feeling it’s more than that. It feels like a power move. I’m way too important to be interested in any of you.
Uri shrugs. “Some are vors; some are business colleagues; some are simply acquaintances.”
“You’re telling me that everyone here is connected to—” I lean in and pull my voice down to a whisper. “—the mob?”
He glowers at me. “The Bratva,” he says haughtily. “It’s a totally different beast.”
“Oh, for God’s sake. Every bad guy likes to think they’re the first to ever do it. You all break laws, sell drugs, make a bunch of money in all kinds of illegal ways. So tell me the difference.”
He leans in towards me with an irresistible grin on his face. “The difference is that we never get caught.”
Not gonna lie—that one sends a shiver down my spine. I take another peek around the restaurant and I catch more sets of eyes on us. “You brought me here to make some sort of point, didn’t you?”
He leans back a little and regards me curiously.
“Well?” I press.
“You’re the first one of my dates to ever ask me that question.”
Oh, great. Now, I know he’s brought other women to this place. Which means at least some of the looks I’m getting are more judgmental than curious.
I’m just the newest flavor of the month.
Blech.
“I’m not like your other dates,” I snap. “I’ve actually got a brain up here and, believe it or not, my life’s goal has never been to be arm candy to some guy, no matter how rich or powerful or influential he might be.”
Uri regards me coolly. “You seem upset.”
“Who, me?” I ask in a voice that’s way too high-pitched. “Not at all. I’m just dandy.”