Your orgasm is mine

I tried to pull back, even slightly, but his grip didn’t loosen. His hands, firm and unyielding, anchored me to him as if I were already his possession. My pulse thundered, a chaotic mix of fear, arousal, and disbelief. I couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t breathe normally, the room, the night, everything contracted around the heat of him.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot, intoxicating.

The words should have been a relief, a chance to reclaim some control. But instead, it made my stomach twist further. How could I resist when part of me was already caught in the whirlwind of him, his dominance, the danger, the raw, undeniable pull?

And secondly I really need the money.

“I… I—” My voice faltered. I didn’t even finish the thought.

He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound vibrating through me. “Shh… no need to fight me, Elena. Not tonight.” His hands roamed with a possessive confidence, and I realized, with a shiver that ran straight through me, that tonight, I had no choice.

The mix of fear and anticipation coiled tighter with every passing second. His lips crushed against mine again, more insistent this time, and I gasped, my body betraying my mind as warmth spread through me. My fingers clawed at his jacket, at his arms, anywhere to anchor myself to reality, but he was too strong, too commanding.

When his hand landed on my breast, a moan slipped past my lips. I really didn’t know what to do anymore because I was feeling like I was in heaven already. His palm on my breast was soft as he touched me, yet I could feel now just how much he was restraining himself. There was a slight tremor within him as he held back.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" My mouth asked, and I felt like I was going on autopilot. Perhaps it was my exhaustion, or the small amount of alcohol in my system. But I knew those things mixed with Andrey's dark allure were dangerous. His touch was winning my body over.

"Fuck yes," he growled. I froze, but in the next instant he lifted me up from the couch and rose to his feet. His quick speed and calm strength impressed me. A bright blush spread across my cheeks and I wondered if he could see my resemblance to a tomato. He carried me into the bedroom where nothing but the New York City lights streamed into a darkened room. The sounds of the city far below were muffled, but still going strong as the people thrived on chaos in those streets this late at night.

His long legs carried us quickly. He dropped me onto the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees. "May I undress you?"

All I could manage was a nod of my head. His hands were already on my thighs and at my response his hands moved up to the hem of my dress. In the blink of an eye, he had the fabric pulled up over my head and tossed to the floor.

Cold air kissed my skin in the chilly hotel room but the salacious way he looked at me made me feel hot all over. His lips were slightly parted as his eyes roamed my body. He was marveling at me as if I was a work of art and I wanted to hide from him suddenly.

"God, you're beautiful." He whispered it on a breath, almost like a silent prayer.

"Thank you," I don't think he even heard me. His dark eyes never left my skin.

"I must taste you." My face twisted, puzzled by what he said. Before I could push words from lips to question him, he pulled my hips and slipped my thongs down my thighs. "Ah," I gasped when I fell back on the bed and Andrey pushed my knees up against my stomach. Cool air kissed the softest part of me, I could feel my arousal that he now had an eye full of.

"I think you like me." I felt his furious breath against my slick core and tensed while grabbing fistfuls of the blanket over my head. "Good." His tone was half snarl and half moan. Then his mouth was on me. Tasting me, licking me. Eating me. Devouring me. Tonguing me. So deep and so fast. It was all so wild and quick I couldn't catch my breath.

Fire burned in my belly and goosebumps took over my skin. The tightness in my core was growing so fast as he swirled his tongue over my bundle of nerves repeatedly. Like it was his sole purpose in life to pleasure me.

And it blew my mind.

I hadn't expected this at all when I found out I had a meeting tonight. To me it was just another client to fulfill my contract and earn the money I needed, but this was more. "Fuck, I can't wait any longer." He rose to his full height and my legs fell. Disappointment surprised me when it reared its ugly head in my mind. He had ripped away my pleasure when he stopped, and I sucked in a deep breath to calm myself down.

I lifted my gaze to see him watching me. The silence continued, nothing but the sound of our soft panting filled the air between us. There was a growing tension of fire burning between us.

He started undressing. Carefully peeling away each expensive piece of his suit until his gloriously tan skin was exposed. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help it. They sculpted his body like a god. Hard muscle under perfect golden skin that flexed each time he moved, but it was the evidence of his eager arousal that really shocked me.

Straining in his pants, it looked big, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest. The reality of the situation was weighing me down, and I held my breath in anticipation as he pulled a condom from his wallet and removed his pants.

I wanted this. With him. It was the first time, and I hoped it would be the last.