God of Vengeance

His blue eyes vibrated when I looked up at him, a shiver running down my spine, his minty breath hit my lips.

“No. Fucking. Teeth.”

I gulped when his threat reached my ear and I had to bite my tongue to not let out a groan.

What the hell?

What the hell!

He pulled on my hair again to pull me back, only to fumble with his joggers to get out his hard dick.

I didn’t realize how I licked my bottom lip until I saw Ilya’s rare smirk which he instantly hid before pulling me forcefully closer, making me groan in both pain and excitement.

Was this really happening? Was I really kneeling in front of this infuriating man about to suck him off?

“Open wide, printsessa”

And I did. God, I just did because he scared me. He scared me to no end, and I was in no position to make demands.

At least that was what I told myself. I refused to admit that I wanted this.

I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
Not to him. Not to anyone.

His eyes flashed brightly when he watched me obey and I felt heat in the pit of my stomach.
I don’t know what it was. The way he held me down. The way he was demanding me or the way he scared me.
Maybe it was all at once.
And I hated it.
I hated him.

I hated him for the way he made me feel.

He stroked his dick two more times, precum already leaking before he slapped the tip against my bottom lip.

Though he tugged my head back more with my hair, ripping out another groan from my throat, he took his time. And it was almost hypnotizing how he touched himself while he looked at me. Really looked at me.
His eyes moved down from my eyes to my lips and then back up to my hair, to my face. He licked his lips like he was devouring me in his mind and my legs clenched by how he made me feel hot and bothered just by the way he was stripping me with this damn blue irises.

“Lick”, he rasped huskily his lids hooded.

Tentatively I let the tip of my tongue lick along the underside of his dick. His taste exploding in my mouth, my heart stopping a beat.

He breathed out harshly.

“Again”

I repeated the action almost eagerly. 

“Who would’ve thought the mafia princess could listen so well on her knees”

My pride cracked a little and he must’ve seen it on my face because before I could even turn my thought of biting him into action, he pulled so harshly on my head that I screamed, feeling like he had ripped out my hair by the way my head was thumping.

“You-“

He cut me off by pushing two fingers into my mouth, making me cough and gag at the same time.

“I told you no fucking teeth, Sokolov!”

He crouched to my eye level again, hissing slightly when I bit down on his fingers.
I hated when he called me by my last name.

I really, truly hated it.

“It bothers you, doesn’t it?!” His voice was calm und eery.

“When I say your last name, as if you were nothing”

My eyes widened in shock and a ghost of a smirk touched his lips. How could he know?
Was I that obvious? But it can’t be. No one knew how to read me – no one could know!

He pushed down on my tongue before making me gag again, pushing so far, I put my head into my neck, whining.

“Last chance”, he whispered, taking a stance in front of me again, his cock bobbing in front of me. The tip stark read, the underside glistening.

My eyes started to water before he finally  showed mercy and pulled his fingers out, I gulped air like a fish on land.

His mercy was short lived though, before he rammed his dick into my mouth, my gasp being muted with another gag.

I swallowed around him instinctively which earned me a hiss, and he used my hair to pull back only to thrust back in again.

“Fuck”

Heat fluttered in the pit of my stomach when I heard his groan.

I felt his cock thickening in my mouth, the veins prominent on my tongue as I tried to breathe through my nose while he blocked my throat.

My hands twitched to touch myself, but I’d rather let him abuse me than admit blatantly that I was enjoying the way he was roughly handling me.

Something glinted in his eyes when he saw the first tears gathering in mine and without any warning, he thrusted into my throat making me gag and choke.

Instinctively my hands grabbed the top of his thighs, clinging, almost begging him  for air.

He threw his head back, pulling back his hip only to ram it back in again, shamelessly fucking my mouth and I felt wetness pooling in between my thighs.

My face was burning – unclear if out of shame about how my body was reacting or because I was so turned on, I could barely handle myself.

“Look at you, printsessa” he groaned, making me focus on his ice blue eyes.

“Now this is the prettiest you ever looked”

My heart thumped at the praise, making butterflies jump in my chest.

Why was I so desperate for his praise? Why was I reacting like this?

"So good.." he whispered.

He held my hair in a ponytail to use me just how he wanted but my eyes flared, motivation gripping me as I opened my throat, humming low upon hearing his sudden compliment.

My head bobbed immediately and he knew.

He saw how I reacted to praise, his eyes almost burning into mine when he allowed a low groan to slip his mouth, his teeth fletching when I swallowed around his tip.

He cupped my cheek and caught a tear with his thump, almost brushing lovingly my face. His eyes followed another droplet running down almost mesmerized when he stopped for a second, taking in the picture of me, ruined and used by him who was standing above me like the devil himself.

“nezemnoy“

Before I could question if what I did hear was in fact true and not a figment of my imagination, he grabbed my hair tighter and pushed his dick deep down into my throat, choking me so much I was fighting and thrashing against him, pushing against his thighs.

My vision blurred with tears, but I could still see the glint of possessiveness shining through. He cussed, pulling back completely again so I could gasp for air, but his mercy was short-lived again when he slapped his dick against my lip and I just opened them almost greedily, like a drug addict who couldn’t wait for her next hit.

What was wrong with me?

Why was I so fascinated by the sounds he made, by the way he grabbed and manhandled me. How he forced me into watching him get off me, my mouth, my body.

I didn’t bow to anyone. Especially not to a man – least of all to a guard dog. Someone so below me that he shouldn’t even be allowed to look at me directly without getting shot.

And yet I was here, kneeling in front of him and sucking the soul out of his dick as if I was his personal sexdoll.

And for someone who never did this before, I couldn’t help but admit to myself that this was the most arousing and erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Ilya fastened his pace and the sounds were obscene. And if I wasn’t so lost in watching his blissed out face I’d die out of shame.

“Fuck, printsessa”, he groaned, a jolt of heat instantly rushing down to my core. “Who did teach you to be this fucking obedient with your mouth”

He sounded almost angry. No. The way he was glaring at me proved it. He was angry. He really thought, I did this to someone before. I let someone use my mouth like this when in reality, I’ve never been touched by a man this intimately. Not voluntarily.

But this isn’t voluntarily as well, right?!

Ilya brushed through my hair when more tears spilled over my cheek and the touch was so soft I couldn’t help but gulp around his cock, making him moan and close his eyes for a second.

Enjoying the reaction I did it again, constricting my throat around the head of his dick which got me another delicious moan.

Why was I enjoying the way I was giving him so much pleasure? Why did this feel so damn powerful?

Ilya went on and on until I thought I’d pass out before he would finish when I repositioned myself and made myself moan, not having realized how turned on I was. My pussy was gripping into nothing and my nipples were hard and sensitive. Greedy for anything to release the tension.
The moment he felt that sound vibrate around his cock his movements became choppy and he growled deeply before hot liquid shot into my mouth, making me cough and choke in the process.

Ilya cussed in Russian but refused to take out his dick, making me swallow around him which made him only moan more. God, I hated how I loved the noises he made because of me.

After I swallowed every drop, the hazy heavy taste not only coating my tongue but my whole damn mind, he finally pulled out, tugging himself back in in one swift move and holding me still up by my hair.

He crouched down to my eyelevel and collected a drop from the corner of my mouth and without thinking I stuck out my tongue, licking it off his finger as he was making me eat the most delicious ice cream.

I watched how his eyes darkened even more, the ice blue of his iris barely visible when he suddenly flinched, pulling his finger back.

I almost expected him to throw me away, as if I was nothing but trash anymore since he was done using me but instead, he let go of my hair and watched it lay around my face.
I must look like a hot mess.

My eyes probably red, my mascara run down, lips puffy, nose red and yet, he wasn’t looking at me like I was the most horrendous thing ever.
For the first time.
He was glaring, clearly angry but there was a hint of fascination. Something that made his eyes soften with every passing second; he was looking at me.

He lifted his hand, his fingers clenching to a fist for a second before he dared to touch under my eyes as if he was contemplating to even touch me in the first place.

And he was so .. soft. His fingers brushed under my eye, over my cheek and I realized that he was trailing the path of my tears.

His fingers found my lips again and he ghosted over them for a mere second before he helped me up by my elbows.

The movement was so sudden that I lost balance – partially also because my legs were numb from sitting on my knees the whole time – but he caught me with ease, pulling me against his chest.

“Careful Maya, you can’t fall for me” He sounded almost…amused?

I didn’t answer, I couldn’t because I forgot how my own voice sounded like. It was the first time he called me directly by my name not to be hateful but as if we both were equal.

Ilya’s eyebrows rose, clearly as surprised as I was about the lack of my answer. He tilted his head, watching me like a hunter watching his prey when he pushed a leg between my still shaking ones, still holding me against his chest.

I gasped, my hands curling into fists against his torso when the light brush against my core reminded me of the state I was in.

Unsatisfied and hungry.

Ilya leaned down, his husky voice low when he whispered
“Is my dinner ready, printsessa?”

A shiver ran through my body and my eyes rolled almost back by the way he deliciously pressed his knee deeper against my middle, my hip jerking in response.

I couldn’t breathe or think properly, my senses were all focused on him. His smell, his touch, his voice.
I needed him to do something about my miserable situation or I would-

“Ilya? Hey? Are you there? I wanted to pick up Tiger?”

Annika knocked on the door harshly a few times, shattering the thick bubble that surrounded us mere seconds ago.

Ilya breathed out harshly and almost involuntarily he pushed my back, harsher than necessary as if I was the one who had destroyed the moment.

“A second”, he called, his eyes still boring into mine. He looked around and found Tiger curled up on top of one of his pillows as if the little cat slept through the most erotic sequence of my life.

Reaching over, he slowly collected the little furball against his chest and I felt a little pang in mine, seeing how soft he was with him.

Am I getting jealous of a cat?

Slowly my brain started to function again. The nerves coming back to life, oxygen reaching my head finally when I realized in what situation I was.

Who I was!

Without opening the door fully, Ilya talked with Annika and gave her the cat, covering her curious eyes from looking into the room.

I was busy fixing what I could fix from my face and clothes when suddenly an idea popped into my mind.

He might’ve used me for his pleasure, but he would sure as hell be the one to be desperate for me.

Because I was Maya irreplaceable Sokolov. One of a kind. Precious. Invaluable. And he was just a bodyguard. A damn, unimportant dog.

And he should know his place.

I put my hair up in a ponytail and stepped into his en-suite bathroom, purposefully walking loudly with my heels that clearly made Annika curious when she asked Ilya if he had a visitor.

I smiled to myself.
Squirm for me, dog.

Watching myself in the mirror almost gave me a heart attack. Just like I expected, I looked like a hot mess. Mascara down my cheeks, clumpy lashes, red puffy lips and nose. But I refused to give anyone a reaction to that. I was in control no matter if it was the truth or not. It would always appear like that!

I’d always make them believe that I was a step ahead.

Wetting a towel, I brushed under my eyes and fixed what could be fixed and stepped outside the moment Ilya finally got rid of Annika.

“You’re horrible at sneaking”

“But you do so well guarding, dog” Ilya’s face returned to being stoic and he straightened a bit when hearing the degrading term.

“Guarding and feeding the weak is my job, Sokolov”

I breathed out relieved. Yes. Yes, I needed this. I needed this normality, this rivalry between us.
Not whatever just happened moments ago. This would help me stay in control. Like this, I could deal with him.

“Very well”, I said and stepped closer before stopping next to him. Without breaking the eye contact I reached under my dress and enjoyed the way he was clearly struggling to not look down. His nose flared and adams apple bobbed when my tiny white thong came into view when I stepped out of it and held it up. There was no denying that it was soaked and ruined but that was not the point here.

“A bone for the dog” I declared, dropping the thong on his nightstand.

Ilya’s eyes darted to the thong and I saw his muscle tense and his jaw clench.
I allowed myself a small smirk. Victory. My favorite emotion.

I walked around him, my hand ghosting over his chest down to his hard abs.

“Be a good boy and enjoy your treat”

And then I left the room feeling like the most powerful woman on this goddamn planet.