On Her Knees by Jenika Snow
7
If Viktor considered himself a good guy, he would have let Karina walk away, wouldn’t have even put her in this situation. But he was determined in all things, and when he wanted something he didn’t stop until he got it.
She was here, with him, and he could tell she wanted this. But he wouldn’t go further until she actually said she wanted him. As he looked into her face, saw the rosy color of her cheeks, the way her lips were glossy and parted, and could see the rugged, arousal-filled expression in her eyes, Viktor knew she wouldn’t stop this.
She wanted it as much as he did, and that was a massive turn-on.
“You want me. I can see it in your face, the way you’re breathing, shifting on your feet. You want me as much as I want you.” He leaned down an inch and ran his nose up the side of her face. “Tell me.”
He placed his hand on her hip and moved it down. Viktor pulled back and stared right in her eyes, watched as her pupils dilated from her lust, and heard her suck in a breath of air. When he stopped at the hem of her dress, he swore she stopped breathing altogether... the same as he did. He’d never been this hard before, never needed a female so badly.
His cock felt like steel in his slacks, the tip already slick with pre-cum and his balls drawn up tight.
“I want this,” she said, but it was soft, as if maybe she wasn’t sure she’d actually just said the words.
“You sure you want this, want me, Karina?” he asked in a low voice, keeping her pressed up against the wall. Moving his hand to her face, he cupped her cheek for only a second before moving it down to rest at her pulse point right below her ear. Her pulse was racing beneath his fingertip, another arousing sign that she was just as deep into this as he was.
“Yes. That’s crazy, right?”
He wanted her acceptance of this, her willingness. “No, because I want you.” That was what made him a fucking madman for her, obsessed and feeling like he’d tear through his own skin just to sample her. It was about her giving him this of her own free will, and because she wanted it, too.
Her wanting him was the high he needed, like a drug addict getting his next fix.
She is your drug, your weakness.
Yes, he knew that, had known that from the moment he realized he couldn’t stop thinking about her until she was his.
“Someone might see us, question all of this,” she whispered softly with a hitch in her voice. He looked down at her lips and moved his hand lower, over her collarbone, across her large breasts pressed against the silky material of her gown, and over her arm. He placed his finger at her radial, feeling her pulse beating wildly there, too.
A low sound left him at that, at the fact she was frantic for him.
“Even if they do, I don’t fucking care,” he said against her lips. He looked into her eyes as he gathered the bottom of her dress and brought it up, exposing her thighs.
“This is so crazy.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.
“It’s crazy, but so fucking good.” He moved his hand under her dress, sliding it higher until he reached the junction between her thighs, the sweet spot that could have made him come right in his slacks.
She wore a pair of little cotton panties, and even though he wanted to touch her cunt, he couldn’t lie and say feeling that little strip of fabric covering her pussy didn’t turn him on something fierce.
“Tell me to touch your pussy.” He liked to hear dirty shit while claiming a female, but with Karina he knew it would be the sweetest of all because of her naturally submissive side and shy demeanor. “Tell me, baby.”
There was clear arousal in her expression, in her body language, but she was also nervous. He knew it was a combination of the fact there were people right on the other side of the wall he had her pressed up against, that she was here with him, and the fact she was overloaded with her desire.
He could see that on her face, and it made his cock jerk.
She didn’t speak right away, but despite that he felt her heat, her wetness between her thighs. Her little panties were soaked in the middle, and he ran the pad of his finger back and forth lightly over the material, seeing her pupils dilate even more for him.
It took a lot of willpower not to just pull the fabric aside and touch her bare flesh, feel how wet and hot she really was for him.
He wouldn’t ask her again, but he knew he wouldn’t have to because she’d give in. He saw her resistance crumbling in the face of her lust.
“Touch me,” Karina said softly. When she closed her eyes and sucked in another breath, he knew she was relinquishing herself in this one moment and giving herself over to him finally.
Viktor grabbed the tiny elastic edge of her panties, pulled them aside, and touched her pussy. She was all slick, smooth, hot and soaked, and it was all for him, all because of him. Taking his other hand, he placed it on the wall beside her head, curled his nails into the wallpaper, and held off from groaning.
“What if someone hears, or sees us?” she asked again, but her words held no strength.
He leaned down to bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. She smelled sweet, like cotton candy, and he ran his tongue up the length of her throat.
“And if they do?” Honestly he didn’t care if anyone saw them. It would probably turn him on knowing someone saw him claiming her, finally having her.
“You wouldn’t care if someone saw you with me?” She sounded slightly surprised, but she also sounded drugged as fuck, and he knew it was probably taking a lot of power for her even to speak right now.
He pulled back only enough to look in her eyes after she spoke. Without saying anything right away, Viktor worked his fingers over her pussy lips and couldn’t stop the groan that left him at the smoothness of her flesh. He started grinding himself against her, his cock aching to be deep inside of her body.
“Tell me how it feels.” It would turn him on like nothing else for her to admit to him that he was the one making her feel incredible. Call him narcissistic, but Viktor didn’t fucking care. He wanted Karina to give him this. He didn’t know if she realized it or not, but she was working herself on his hand, moving her pussy back and forth ever so slightly.
He was an arrogant bastard, and he got a sick kind of power knowing that she was doing what he said, saying what she felt.
“It feels good.”
He looked into her eyes and pressed his thumb against her clit at the same time he placed the pad of his index finger right at her pussy hole.
“It feels really good.”
He groaned softly. “Is this a virgin pussy?”
Her eyes widened for a second, but after a moment, she shook her head.
“Good, because when I have my cock in your cunt, I don’t plan on taking it nice and easy. I won’t be able to control myself.” Her gasp pleased him.
He worked his fingers through her folds, moved them up and down her slit, and then started rubbing her clit back and forth, wanting, no, needing her to come for him.
“Viktor.”
“Call me Sir.”
She didn’t say it for a second, but then licked her lips, her cheeks becoming a nice pink color. “Sir, wait.”
He loved hearing her say that, but he wanted her screaming it as he fucked her, scratching his back as he pounded his dick in and out of her, and wrapping her legs around his waist tightly, holding on to him.
“I want to fuck you,” he said against her neck.
“God, Sir.”
“I want my cock in your cunt. I want you in my bed, under me, and giving me everything because you need me as much as I fucking need you.” He stroked her faster, harder, and knew she would get off in a matter of seconds. He wanted her to climax with the staff just feet from them, only a wall separating what he was doing to her from the party. But he slowed his actions, and as a result she dug her fingers into his chest. “I want you to tell me you want me inside of you,” he said low, husky.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. Karina started moving her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy on his hand with faster motions. He wanted to keep going, wanted her to come all over his fingers, to get off right at this party, for him, because she couldn’t help herself. But finding reserve and self-control, he pulled away from her only an inch. She made a soft sound of disappointment, and he fucking loved that.
He lifted his hand, feeling her pussy cream coating his fingers, and showed her the product of what they’d just done. She was breathing harder now, and when he moved his fingers closer to his mouth, he heard her stop breathing altogether.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I want you inside of me.”Her words were soft, but genuine. While keeping his focus on her eyes, he sucked the digits clean, moving his tongue around his fingers and licking off all of her cream. He moved toward her again, grabbed her behind the head, holding her in place with his hand tangled in her hair, and slammed his mouth on hers.
He forced her to taste herself on him, and when she moaned and tried to pull him closer, he moved back again.
She was shaking, and he knew it was because she was close to the edge of coming. He let her breathe for a few seconds, wanting her like an animal, but also knowing this was probably a lot to take in. He might like to be in control with all things in his life, and just the thought of having Karina in all ways made him harder than he’d ever been in his life, but he didn’t want to frighten her.
“Am I scaring you, baby?”
She shook her head, and he was pleased she didn’t hesitate. “I just...” She paused for a second, and he gave her a moment to finish speaking, not rushing her. “I just don’t understand any of this. I don’t understand why you’d want me when you can have supermodels.”
He lifted his hand and ran his thumb over her bottom lip, loving the little sound she made. When he dipped his finger into her mouth and looked into her eyes, he watched the plethora of emotions cross her face. “Suck on my thumb, rub your tongue around it.”
She wrapped her lips around the digits, licked at his flesh, and moaned softly. He pulled his hand away and cupped her chin, holding her immobile.
Viktor got pissed that she didn’t think she was anything special, that somehow the other women he’d associated himself with were better than she was.
“I’m not beautiful like them, and I don’t want to give myself to you and get ruined, Viktor.” He liked her calling him Sir, liked that power, but he also liked hearing her say his name in that breathy tone. He didn’t know what it was about he
He hadn’t even been inside of her yet, but he already knew one time wouldn’t be enough.
Doing something he had never done with a woman, he would be honest with her in how he felt.
“In my eyes you outshine those other women, Karina.” He smoothed his thumb along her cheek, looking at her mouth. “You’re special in more ways than you know.” He looked into her eyes now. “I don’t understand any of this either, but how about we just go with it?”
She was silent for a second, not responding, but he didn’t rush her. Finally she took a deep breath in and nodded slowly.
“Okay, Viktor.”
Her voice had this strength moving through him.
“But a part of me is afraid of the power you have over me.” He couldn’t stop the groan that came from him. He moved an inch closer, ground his cock into her belly, and placed his lips so close to hers he knew once he started speaking they’d brush together.
“Baby, I’ll admit something to you that I’ve never said to anyone.” He paused before continuing. “You’ve had a power over me since the moment I saw you.” And then he crushed his mouth to hers and kissed her like he was starving. “The things I want to do to you...” he said against her mouth and started kissing her harder.
She broke away, gasping and digging her nails into his arms. “What do you want to do to me, Sir?”
His cock jerked. “You really want to know?”
She nodded, pressing her breasts against his chest. He glanced down and took in her generous cleavage rising over the hem of the dress’s collar.
“I want to have you in my room, stripped naked, and your ass red from me spanking it.”
She looked down, and he lifted her chin up with his finger and thumb.
“Look at me.” When she was staring right at him, he finished. “I want to have you bound, submissive to my needs, coming because I allowed it.”
She parted her lips but didn’t say anything.
“The pain I want to give you would make you get off so hard, baby. I know it.” He stroked her cheek with his finger and looked at her mouth. “I want you in every way, Karina. I’m a selfish, determined man, and I wouldn’t have stopped until I had you.” He leaned forward another inch until he could feel and smell the warm, sweet scent of her wine-laced breath along his mouth.
“Anything I do to you will bring you just as much pleasure as it will bring me, Karina. I can fucking guarantee it.” He tilted her head to the side, baring her throat, and having her at his mercy.
“It’s hard for me to understand, to believe that out of all the other women you could have you’d want me. I’m so plain, and certainly not skinny.”
He made a low sound of warning, and he saw her eyes widen.
“I don’t want you ever saying you aren’t just as beautiful as any other woman.”
A beat of silence stretched between them.
“You say that like it’s the truth, but I’ve seen the women you have been with.” She glanced down. “I’m thicker, plain, and tonight is probably the first night in my entire life I’ve ever dressed like this. I’m so out of my element.”
She was wearing her glasses, and he fucking loved them, loved the way she looked all around.
“There is something about you that draws me in, Karina. There’s something that has this obsession inside of me, that makes me think about you constantly. I want to possess you, own every inch of you.”
“You like getting what you want,” she said without phrasing it like a question.
“I do, and I want you.” He slid his hand over her cheek and to the back of her head. He breathed in her scent. “We would be so fucking good together, Karina. Total opposites that mesh perfectly.” He took his other hand and held her cheek, now cupping both sides of her face. He wanted her looking right in his eyes when he said the next part, because then she’d know pleasantries were done. “I want you at my apartment, naked, on your knees, and sucking my cock before I fuck you.” He took a step back and held his hand out for her to take. “Will you go with me and see where this leads?” He lifted an eyebrow, waiting to see what she’d do, what she’d say.
Would she take this chance, give herself to him, or would she run?
He’d chase her if he had to, because Viktor wasn’t going to let her walk away.
