Kept by Luna Voss

Chapter Twenty-One

Melyta

“Yes, Vostra,” I reply softly, spilling off of his lap like a liquid and falling to my knees on the carpet in front of him.

The corners of Barion’s mouth twitch upward. He watches me with searing intensity as I begin to undo his pants, feeling the hardness of his cock through the fabric. When I pull him out, I see a gleaming drop of pre-cum at the head of his shaft, making it clear that he’s just as turned on as I am. I make eye contact with him as I lick the droplet off his cock.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his attention rapt.

I lick around his shaft again, causing it to twitch. Barion groans. My confidence increasing, I drag my tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the head, then take him into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Melyta,” Barion gasps, stroking my hair as I begin to suck him. “Your little mouth is so soft. Yes.”

He stands up. Using both hands, he slides his fingers into my hair, cupping my head. I take him as deep as I can and he holds me there, looking down at me. It makes me feel so submissive, so dominated, as I struggle not to sputter on his cock. He smirks.

“It’s cute, the way your beacon turns gold when I dominate you,” he whispers, starting to gently thrust himself into my mouth. “Stay just like that, vulta. Just like that.”

Barion has a look on his face somewhere between excitement and need as his thrusting increases and the sounds of his pleasure get louder. His moaning turns me on something fierce, and I can’t help but thrust a hand between my legs to soothe my aching clit. He glances at it, and I’m prepared for him to tell me I’m not allowed, but then his eyes close and he lets out a groan of satisfaction.

“Yes,”he growls, thrusting more fervently. “You’re going to make me come, Melyta. I’m going to come in your pretty little mouth.”

He groans, holding me on his shaft. I moan around his cock, prepared for the satisfying warmth of his cum.

And then there’s a knock on the door.

“Goddammit,” Barion swears, his cock twitching. He pulls out, resting the head on my tongue, and a little bit of pre-cum releases. “What is it?” he calls out.

“A message from Dagor,” comes a man’s voice from the other side of the apartment door.

Scowling, Barion helps me to my feet, finds my panties, and slips them up my legs. Then, wordlessly, he walks me over to the corner of the room and positions me facing the wall.

“Barion, you’re not going to—”

I yelp as he gives me a spank.

“I’m going to do what I want,” he growls into my ear. “I’m not done with you. You stay where you are.”

My face burns as Barion walks across the room and opens the front door.

“Hi,” says my mate. “What message does Dagor have for us?”

“He’s hoping you’ll dine with him,” says the other person. “At the restaurant. He’s having the staff prepare a special meal.”

“We’ll be there,” Barion replies. “What time?”

“In about 15 minutes.”

I can tell by the tone of Barion’s voice as he replies that he isn’t stoked about that timing. “Okay. Thank you. You can tell Dagor we’ll be happy to attend.”

The door closes. I shuffle my feet, a little nervous about the prospect of meeting with the mob boss again so soon. Plus, I was kind of hoping Barion would fuck me.

“We’re going to dinner in 15 minutes?” I ask, staying in the corner as I know he expects.

“Yes,” he growls, pulling my panties back down and letting them drop to my ankles. “And I’m not going to wait until after dinner to put my cock inside you. Come.”

Putting his hands on my waist, he maneuvers me over to the bed and bends me over. I start to say something, but he puts a hand over my lips, and then, as though thinking better of it, picks up my panties and stuffs them into my mouth.

“You’re going to wear that plug in your little punishment hole the entire time we’re at dinner,” he informs me sternly, pressing on it until I moan. “And now I’m going to make sure you have my cum dripping out of your cunt, too.”

My moan is stifled by my bunched-up panties as Barion pushes his cock into my pussy. I feel my walls squeezing him as he stretches me open, my ass clenching deliciously around the plug, and his sigh of happiness rumbles through me like an earthquake.

“You’re not allowed to come,” he warns me. “I want you desperate and wet for me. Be a good girl through dinner, and I’ll give you what you want when we get home.”

I moan again, his words arousing me just as much as they piss me off. The idea of him controlling my orgasm like that is maddening. But it also gives me a thrill, one I don’t even entirely understand, to allow him to have that kind of power over me. I’m his. He owns me. Even my orgasms.

“Fuck,”he snarls, gripping my hips. His thrusts begin shallow, but quickly grow deep, aggressive, needy. He’s going hard and he’s not holding back, as though he’s willing himself closer to climax with every stroke.

His roar is guttural as he comes, his cock twitching with spurt after spurt that fills me up and begins to dribble out of me when he pulls out.

“When we’re at dinner, you’re going to be on your best behavior,” Barion growls, spanking my butt several times. “Any more disrespect from you today and you’re going to find yourself right back over my knee.”

Then he takes my panties out of my mouth, threads them past my ankles, and pulls them all the way back up over my cum-covered pussy. He gives my butt a little pat, as though enjoying his handiwork.

“I like knowing that you’re messy with me,” he whispers, taking me by the neck and putting his lips next to my ear. “Am I going to have any more problems with your behavior tonight?”

I shake my head, looking down, distracted by the warm, squelchy feeling between my legs. I feel so naughty. So owned.

“Words,” he growls.

“No,” I whimper. “Vostra, I’ll be good.”

“I hope so,” he replies, tipping my chin and forcing me to look at him. “I’d hate to have to spank your bottom a second time.”

He presses his lips against mine in a forceful, dominating kiss, and we set off.