My eyes pop with tears again. Not because she’s made the wrong assumption about us. But because a week ago, I was in her shoes. Planning on doing it all, all by myself.
And now I’m suddenly being waited on hand and foot. Cared for. Pampered. Massaged. Having my toes sucked. My body played like a fine instrument.
Do I really think I’d be so much better off alone? My old life suddenly seems so empty.
So sterile.
And that’s what I’d be bringing a baby into. To a sterile, empty apartment with a nanny to feed my baby by bottle while I work my ass off all day trying to make partner at my dad’s firm.
None of that feels right any more.
Watching the videos made the idea of a baby seem so much more real. A tiny, miraculous being that would come into my life. That should be celebrated and honored. And birthed naturally in peace.
Christ, did I really just think that? I must be crazy.
But I am thinking it. I am considering what it would be like for my sweet, sweet baby to come gently into the world in Ravil’s salt water hot tub. With him behind me, massaging my shoulders and weeping with me as I lift our son reverentially from the water.
Chapter 13
Ravil
I go harder than stone the moment Lucy places her hand on my thigh. It’s the first time she’s touched me of her own accord, and my body comes alive as if she’s the one who commands me in bed and not the other way around.
I’ve been fantasizing about having her lips around my cock. About ordering her on her knees and feeding my length into her smart mouth.
But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My goal is keeping her stress-free and pleasured for the benefit of our baby. Holding her prisoner is plenty stressful. And while she’s been willing to receive my punishment and pleasure, it’s different than forcing her to reciprocate, even though it’s common sex play with submissives.
But now all I can think about is getting inside her. Not for her pleasure but for my own desperate need.
I can barely get her out of there fast enough when class is over. We get in the elevator going up, and I’m ready to fuck her right there, but sadly, we’re not alone.
“Hi, Mr. Baranov.” One of the kids in the building is in the elevator with his mom in full soccer gear, holding a box full of chocolate bars.
“Hello, Nate, coming from a game?”
“No, just practice.” He holds out the box. “Would you like to buy a chocolate bar? It’s for the team.”
“I’ll take the whole box,” I tell him. “Can you do the math on that?” I fish in my wallet for a hundred dollar bill.
“Um.” A look of panic flares in his eyes. His mom pulls out her phone like she’s going to use the calculator.
“It’s all right. Take your time,” I say. I’m going to give him the hundred regardless of how many chocolate bars he has. I just want him to use his math skills. I want to say he’s in fifth or sixth grade. Old enough to know how to multiply. “How many bars are in the box?”
The kid drops to his knees and starts to dump them out, counting quickly. “There were sixty,” he reports. “But I already ate one and sold three on the bus ride home.”
“So what does that leave? You don’t have to count. Just do the subtraction in your head. Sixty minus four is what?”
“Um...fifty...six. Yeah, fifty-six.” He shoves the bars back in the box and stands.
“That’s right. And the cost per bar?”
“One dollar. So fifty-six dollars.”
“That was easy.” I smile at him. “No change necessary.” I hand him the bill. “It’s my donation to your team.” I take a couple chocolate bars from the box and hand them back. “And these are for you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Baranov.” The elevator stops on their floor.
“Yes, thank you,” his mother says, her Russian accent thick. “So much.” She holds the door for her son and darts a glance at Lucy.
“This is Lucy.” I want to add, “The mother of my child,” but Lucy’s not amenable to being claimed by me yet. “Lucy, this is Anna and her son Nate.”
Lucy’s the type who commands that kind of admiration.
Not that I have even decided if I want to claim her.
Oh, who the fuck am I kidding?
If she’d have me, I’d claim the fuck out Lucy. Body and soul. Especially that soul of hers. I’d teach her what it’s like to be truly loved. Deeply loved. Revered, cared for, cherished. Honored.
“Nice to meet you, Lucy,” Anna says, ducking her head almost like she’s bowing to a princess. She releases the door, and it slides closed.
The moment it shuts, I’m on Lucy. I back against the elevator wall and pin her wrists beside her head. I deliver a searing kiss to her mouth then across her jaw and down her neck. I nip and bite at her nipple beneath her blouse. All the while, I push my thigh between her legs and rub it.
Surprisingly, she kisses me back.
Eagerly.
Like she wants me as much as I want her.
Me. Not just sexual satisfaction.
I don’t know what changed. I’m not sure I care. I just know I can’t wait to get inside her and pound until we both shout.
The elevator stops on the top floor, and I don’t stop kissing Lucy. Using her wrists as leverage, I rotate her away from the wall and walk her backward out the elevator and into the hall. My lips lock on hers, my tongue sweeps between her lips, fucking her mouth like our lives depend on it.
She moans softly.
“I need you naked,” I mutter, my accent thick.
I push into the penthouse and stop kissing her only because we have a momentary audience.
Maxim chuckles as I maneuver Lucy quickly past the living room to my room. “I do believe someone’s getting under Ravil’s skin,” he observes.
I ignore it all. Nothing matters but getting Lucy in my room, in my bed. I close the door behind us and pull off her blouse. She undoes my pants, reaching in to grasp my member. I shudder at the pleasure, catching her nape and drawing her up close to my body.
“That’s it, kitten,” I coax hoarsely. “Squeeze it like you mean it.”
She tightens her grip on my cock, pumping a few times as I try to focus enough to unclasp her bra.
“You’re so beautiful. A goddess,” I murmur. I’m not sure if I’m speaking English or Russian. I toe off my shoes and step out of my pants. Lucy doesn’t take her hand off my dick when she tries to take off my shirt. Instead, she thrusts her fingers in the open V at my collar and tears it open, popping buttons and dragging my mouth against hers again.
“Beautiful, beautiful woman.” I get her skirt off. Her panties down.
She drops to her knees.
I nearly come at the sight.
“Lucy,” I choke before she’s even taken me into her mouth.
“I want to taste,” she says in a very un-Lucy-like, coquettish way. She licks around the base of my head.
A drop of pre-cum emerges, and she licks it off, lifting her sultry gaze to me.
Oh Jesus. Blyat.
She takes me into her mouth, and my knees kick back and lock, I throw my head back in ecstasy. But then I have to look down again because there’s nothing quite so beautiful as my unsubmissive-submissive at my feet. She takes me into the pocket of her cheek, sucking as she moves over my length, then directs me straight down the back of her throat. She chokes a little but doesn’t pull off, just goes slow, adjusting.