6

Eliza

Alright, now I know he’s coming on to me, but what the hell am I supposed to do? I don’t want to be too easy, or be treated like a whore who’s willing to perform sexual

favors in exchange for his help. I’d be passed around to all his rich friends, and they’d line my pockets with cash while using me like a toy.

I cross my legs behind the canvas, trying to squeeze out my impure thoughts. I hate that I’m so turned on by the idea of him sharing me. I don’t want to be that kind of woman. I came here to do art. I’m a painter!

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly and trying to make my face turn a lighter shade. I know I’m red. I have a pale complexion, and I’m sensitive. All someone has to do is look at me wrong and I blush.

But he hasn’t suggested that I do anything sexual for him. That’s all my doing. Those are my thoughts, and there’s no way for me to know what’s going through his head right now. For all I know, he’s just a nice man who appreciates art and wants to help my career.

I’m sure he’d make money from it. He’s not going to do this for free.

“So, you’d like to take this now?” I ask, trying to steer the conversation to a close so that I can get him out the door. I

wanted him here so badly before, but now I’d love for him to leave so that I can be alone with my racing thoughts.

“I’d like to take that,” he says, putting his hand on the painting and pulling it toward him. “And I’d like to take something else.”

“Your tea?” I ask, my voice dying in my throat as his eyes light up with every sinful intention imaginable.

“I don’t think so,” he says, picking up the painting and leaning it against the wall.

Now, there’s nothing between us but the air, and even that’s quickly disappearing as he closes the distance with his massive frame. His shoulders fill my peripheral vision, and his cologne takes over my senses, clouding my thoughts with warm exotic spices.

There’s barely an inch between us now. The heat of his body is soaking through my clothing and seeping into the vulnerable parts of my body like hot candle wax. I take a breath, but there’s no air left to breathe.

“What is it that you want from me?” I whisper, my bottom lip trembling.

His piercing blue eyes narrow. “Everything.”

I find the courage for one more question. “And what if I can’t give that to you?”

“Then the painting will suffice,” he replies, maintaining his scorching, unwavering gaze.

“I don’t want this to be about the painting,” I say, attempting to frame my desire to him as more than just paying back a favor. I’m not sure he cares, but I’d like to maintain some level of dignity.

“Let me tell you something, Eliza,” he says, lifting his hand and brushing the back of it against my cheek. It’s cool compared to my burning hot skin, and I find relief in it. “What I feel for you is far from transactional.”

My knees threaten to give way at his words, but I steady myself with another deep breath.

“I feel like I should tell you…” I begin, already trying to find a way to push him away while my body begs me to give in. I crave his bare skin against mine, but my fear is putting up a greater fight.

“Tell me what?” Lev asks, raising an eyebrow as he continues to stroke my cheek.

“I… I don’t know. Maybe this sounds stupid, but I’m not really emotionally ready for something like this,” I say, my entire body shaking like a leaf in the rain. “I’ve only been single for a few weeks. Barely a month.”

“Not over your ex?” he asks, his mouth curling up in a smile of amusement.

I’m so far over Noah that it isn’t even funny, but this is all so new. I’ve never been with anyone else. Noah and I dated for years. I feel like Lev would consider me too naive, too inexperienced, if I admitted that to him.

“I’m over him,” I say, my mind desperately trying to find the right way to say this without ruining the moment. “I’m just… overwhelmed, a bit.”

“We’ll take it slow,” he says leaning in a little closer. His movement is so slow that I almost don’t catch it. “Very slow. I’d like that, Eliza. I want to take my time with you, to really explore you. The outside… the inside.”

I close my eyes, knowing exactly what he’s about to do and accepting it fully as I realize it’s happening. I can’t let my fears hold me back. I can’t let the memories of Noah hold me back. I need to live for me, and even if Lev is an impossible option, I just want to taste him. Just this once. I need to know what his mouth feels like against mine.

But it’s not just his lips that come crashing down onto mine, it’s his entire body. He presses himself into me, wrapping his arms around me and taking me in fully. Suddenly, I’m enveloped in his masculine energy, completely weightless and at the mercy of his movements, like I’m floating in a warm ocean of bliss.

His tongue dances past my lips, exploring my mouth, rolling over my teeth and gums. He tastes sweet and smoky, with a hint of peppermint. He was ready for this. He came just as prepared as I did when I put on more perfume and changed panties.

Lev’s large hands travel over my body as we kiss, touching me, pushing and squeezing, finding my ass under my dress and taking full liberty with it. He squeezes my cheeks, spreading them as he presses his erection into my belly.

I gasp when I realize the size of it. I almost don’t believe it, but then again, the rest of Lev is enormous, why shouldn’t his cock be as well?

Our mouths pull apart, but only for as long as it takes his to pull down my dress and grab my breasts. Then, he kisses me again, running his thumbs over my nipples and making them hard and tight.

I’m soaking wet. Everything he’s doing to me is driving me into a more desperate passion. I need him right now, and I don’t care what happens as a result.

The painting is leaning against the wall beside us as we tumble onto the bed, long forgotten amidst our lustful frenzy. Is that what he came here for, or was it just for me? I know the answer, but I’d like to pretend otherwise.

I lean back on my bed as he mounts me, his powerful thighs pressing my hips into the mattress. He tears off his jacket, throwing it onto the floor and unbuttoning his shirt so fast that his hands become a blur.

Underneath, a slew of tattoos are revealed, some fresh but most quite old and faded. There is writing in what I assume to be Russian, and some odd symbols that I’ve never seen before. On his chest, an eagle has its wings spread, black pigment spanning from shoulder to shoulder.

I knew Lev was fit by the way his body filled out his suit, but only now do I realize how perfect his physique is. It seems impossible that he could look this good, that his abs could be

so well defined and his chest could be so broad, yet I’m staring right at him.

My mouth drops open, and I’m unaware of the way I’m gawking at him until he smirks and sticks his fingers into my open mouth. My lips close around them instinctually, and I roll my tongue over his knuckles, tasting the last cigar he smoked.

“Good girl.” His voice rumbles deep in his chest. “Suck me just like that.”

I close my eyes, breathing heavily as I taste him. He pushes his fingers deeper into my mouth as he gropes my breasts with his other hand, becoming rougher with me as I succumb to his power.

“Deeper,” he growls, thrusting his fingers into my throat.

I gag, and he pulls them out, grabbing my throat as I open my eyes. “I’m going to destroy you, Eliza. Your body belongs to me now.”

I can hardly take this anymore. I push my hips up to press my pussy into him, but his weight doesn’t allow me to move at all. I need relief. I can’t stand to be tormented with such heavy anticipation any longer.

“Please,” I say, my voice barely more than a raspy whisper.

“Please what?” he asks, his eyes catching the light from the window.

“I need it,” I say, unable to form a sentence that makes any sense. “I need… I need it.”

“You need me to fuck you so hard you forget where you are. You forget who you are. Is that right?” he asks, the cruel power in his voice undeniable.

“Yes.”

“Then I’m going to do just that,” he says, squeezing my throat just a little harder. The pressure makes the blood pound in my ears, but it feels good, like hanging upside down.

I can’t move my head much, but my eyes wander down to Lev’s belt as he pulls it out of the loops of his slacks. It jingles

as he flings it across the room, the metal buckle leaving a dent in the wall beside the door.

Next, he thumbs open the single button that holds his pants closed, the zipper undoing itself from the pressure the moment he shifts his weight. His cock bulges out, covered only by thin black underwear. There’s a little spot of dampness where to tip is, precum from his arousal.

My eyes widen at the sight of something so subtle, yet so telling. His arousal makes me even wetter, but I’m helpless to do anything about it. He has me firmly positioned beneath him, unable to even touch myself and relieve my insatiable need for pleasure.

He catches me staring at his cock, and a wide grin stretches across his face. “Want a taste?”

I nod, biting my lip as he moves his underwear out of the way. His cock falls out onto my stomach – large, vascular, and pumping up even bigger with arousal. His balls rest below like warm gold weights wrapped in loose leather. Their heat seeps down from my belly to my pussy, the dull swollen ache of hunger rising by the second.

He moves closer to me, his cock throbbing against my neck, hot and eager. I know what he wants and I’m dying to taste him. I’d even be willing to let him cum in my mouth because I’m so horny, but I suspect he wants more than that from me.

And I’m dying to go all the way.

There’s a little drop of clear precum on the tip of his cock as he presses it to my lips. It smears across my mouth, sweet and sticky when I lick it off. Surprisingly inoffensive.

I open my mouth, accepting his cock as he pushes it in. I can tell her wants to fuck my face like a madman, but he’s holding back. He doesn’t want to push me too far, and I appreciate that.

However, once he claims me fully, I don’t want him holding back. I need to be fucked like a whore in private and treated like a princess in public. I’ll have it no other way.

“Fuck, Eliza, your mouth feels like heaven,” Lev groans, thrusting a bit faster in my mouth.

I’m barely doing anything, but if he’s crazy about that then what I’m about to do next is going to blow his fucking mind. I wrap my tongue around his cock, lifting my head a bit and taking him deeper. I’ve done this before, so I have some confidence in myself, but he’s also a lot bigger than Noah.

I gag, but I take him deeper, trying to reach his balls with my tongue. No luck, but I can tells he’s still happy with it. He lets out a deep sigh, tilting his head so far back that the room turns upside down for him.

I love the way his cock taste, but I love the pleasure I’m able to give him even more. He feels so important, so confident and self-sufficient that having him surrender to me like this is extremely empowering.

But it doesn’t last for long. He takes control again, pulling out of my mouth and moving back down to my legs. He pulls them apart, spreading them wide and placing his cock on my mound. “Once I’m in, there’s no guarantee I’m pulling out,” he warns.

“I don’t care. Just fuck me as hard as you can,” I reply.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He spreads my labia with one hand, using the other to guide his cock between my swollen lips. He glides through my ample wetness, but it’s a tight fit I almost feel like I’m not going to be able to take him, but he slides in anyway.

“Fuck!” I exclaim, grabbing his muscular thigh and digging my nails into his flesh. “God, you’re so fucking big.”