What's mine… Her words couldn’t be more fitting. I am hers. I've been hers since the moment I saw her face on that street corner and decided to take her and keep her and make her into something extraordinary.
I finish undressing and stand in front of her naked and wanting. She circles me slowly, trailing her fingers across my shoulders and down my spine, and I hold perfectly still under herinspection like a soldier awaiting orders from his commanding officer, and my dick stands proudly at attention.
"You've been so patient with me," she says against my ear as she stops behind me. Her hand slides around my hip and lower, and my breath catches in my throat. "Tonight, I don't want your patience. I don't want your control. I want the man underneath all of that, the one who takes what he wants without apology."
"Vivika—"
"Ana," she corrects me with a sharpness that makes my pulse spike. "Tonight, I'm Ana. And Ana doesn't beg, doesn't wait, doesn't ask permission." She presses her body against my back, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Ana takes."
Her words ignite something primal inside me, a mix of pride and arousal that has my dick throbbing as I stand there naked. She embodies Ana now, commanding the space with an authority that transforms her from captive to queen, and I revel in it even as the urge to reclaim control simmers beneath my skin.
"Undress me," she orders, dropping the blanket to the floor and revealing the thin nightshirt beneath. She lifts her arms slightly, waiting, and I step forward with steady hands to grasp the hem and pull it up over her head, exposing her breasts, her nipples peaking in the fire's glow.
I toss the fabric aside, then hook my fingers into her panties and slide them down her legs, kneeling briefly to help her step out of them. She stands nude now, her body illuminated by the flames. Every one of her curves is addictive and inviting.
"On your knees again," she commands, threading her fingers into my hair and guiding me down. I comply, my face level withher core, the scent of her arousal filling my senses. She spreads her legs wider, one hand on my shoulder for balance, the other tightening in my hair. "Eat me, Lev. Worship me… Show me how devoted you can be."
I lean in, parting her folds with my tongue and tasting her sweetness as I lick along her slit, circling her clit with focused strokes. She moans, pulling me closer, and I devour her, sucking her clit between my lips while my hands grip her thighs, holding her open. The fire's warmth mirrors the heat building in my body, and her hips grind against my face as I plunge my tongue inside her, fucking her with it before returning to flick her swollen nub.
"You're so good at this," she breathes, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Lick me harder, Lev. Don't stop until I soak your face." Her dominance fuels me, and I obey, tongue working relentlessly, alternating between long laps and rapid circles. Her wetness coats my chin, and she rocks against me, gasping. It's so easy, so delicious. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sensitive spot while my mouth sucks greedily.
Her body tenses, thighs quivering around my head, and she yanks my hair harder, forcing me deeper. "Yes, just like that," she demands.
I pump my fingers faster, my tongue lashing her clit without mercy, and she shatters, walls clenching around my digits as waves of release crash through her. She groans in pleasure, flooding my mouth with her essence as her body shudders in ecstasy.
But as she comes undone, something snaps inside me—the sight of her in control, the way she commands my submission—it awakens the beast I've kept leashed. I can't hold it backanymore. The need to dominate surges through my veins like wildfire.
I rise abruptly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and spin her around to face the fire, bending her over the nearby armchair. My hand cracks against her ass in a sharp spank, eliciting a yelp that mixes surprise with lingering pleasure.
"Enough," I growl, pinning her wrists behind her back with one hand while the other slides between her legs, teasing her still-pulsing core. "You've had your fun, Ana. Now it's my turn to remind you who's really in charge." She struggles lightly, but I hold her firmly, my cock pressing against her entrance, ready to claim her fully. The power shift electrifies the air, the fire roaring as if in approval, and I thrust into her with one powerful stroke, filling her completely.
I drive into her over and over, burying myself deep in one stroke that draws a sharp cry from her lips. I release her wrists only to grip her hips, pulling her back onto me with every thrust, the wet sounds of our joining filling the room alongside the crackle of flames. The firelight dances across her skin as she braces her hands on the armchair, back arched, body yielding to my claim.
"You thought you could command me," I growl, landing a hard spank on her ass that makes her jolt forward and clench around my cock. "But you forget who you belong to, Vivika. This body is mine to take whenever I want."
She moans loudly, pushing back against me, meeting each punishing thrust. "Lev… please," she gasps. "Harder…"
Another spank, sharper this time, leaves a red mark blooming on her skin. She whimpers, but her hips grind desperately, chasing the sting. "That's it," I praise, driving deeper, feeling her wallsflutter around me. "Take every inch like the perfect woman you are. So tight, so wet for me even after you came on my tongue."
Her pleas grow frantic. "Please, Lev, don't stop."
I oblige, cracking my palm against her flesh repeatedly, each strike making her cry out and tighten deliciously. "Good girl," I growl possessively. "Begging so beautifully. You were magnificent as Ana, but this—this is what drives me insane. You're everything I crave."
I reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles that make her shake. She sobs my name, body trembling on the edge.
"Come for me again," I command, thrusting faster, deeper, the heat of the fire mirroring the burn in my blood. "Show me how much you love being claimed."
I thrust deeper as her body locks tight. My fingers press her clit harder, circling fast while I pound into her. She gasps my name, then breaks into a raw cry as orgasm slams through her.
Her walls seize my cock in fierce, rhythmic spasms, squeezing from base to tip in tight pulses that milk me relentlessly. Hot wetness floods around me, dripping down her thighs as she shudders hard. Her back arches, head thrown back, mouth open in sharp, desperate moans that fill the room. Her nails bite into my arms, hips bucking wildly against me.
The sight of her unraveling—face flushed, eyes glazed—snaps my control. I bury myself fully, cock pulsing as release erupts. Thick, hot spurts jet deep inside her, pulse after pulse filling her until it leaks out around me. My groan tears free, hips jerking in short thrusts to empty every drop. Pleasure surges through me in blinding waves, her still-clenching walls drawing it out.
When she's calm, I draw her to my arms and move to the couch, breathing hard and slick with sweat. Vivika curls against my side with her head on my chest, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her close, marveling at the woman she's become in such a short time.
"You're ready," I tell her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "For the meeting with Kolar. You're ready."
She lifts her head and looks at me, her eyes still dark with the remnants of whatever power she tapped into tonight. "You really think so?"
