“Avgust, please,” she whispered, her eyes on mine.
I removed my hands from over her and instead looked into her eyes.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she said without hesitation.
“What do you want me to do to you, Ilana?” I whispered, still not touching her, especially when she seemed desperate for my touch.
“Please touch me,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink.
“Where?” I asked, knowing I was making her suffer on purpose.
“My pussy. Please touch my pussy. I need you.” Her words came out in the form of a soft cry, making me groan from need.
Without even a second’s delay, I stroked her cunt with my fingers, her wetness staining my entire hand. She continued to moan under my touch as I bent down in front of her, my head in perfect alignment with her wet lips. I expertly used my tongue to lick a line over her throbbing clit, and she moaned so loudly it almost sounded like a shout. I tugged her clit between my teeth, all the while inserting two of my fingers inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” she shouted as I began to fuck her with my fingers, while my tongue pleasured her pulsing clitoris. “Just like that.”
“You like that?” I asked, pulling my mouth away.
“I do,” she nodded, almost crying.
“You are such a good little girl, Ilana. Lying naked in front of me, getting fucked by my fingers. Now I want to hear you shouting my name. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Avgust,” she replied, her hands clutching the table so tightly that her knuckles had gone white.
I took my fingers out from inside her and began to fuck her with my mouth instead, making her moan even louder. Her hands shot to my head, and her fingers fisted through my hair, trying to pull me closer into her pussy. I fucked her body with my tongue and fingers until her back finally arched, and I could sense she was nearing climax.
“Avgust, Avgust, Avgust,” she was shouting my name in a way that anyone standing outside the door would be able to hear her. “Yes… ah… I am about to come.”
I waited, keeping my pace steady until her body stilled and she fell apart, orgasming right in my mouth. Her grip grew tighter as the last remnants of her orgasm got out of her, her body shaking uncontrollably. I held her through all of it, until her body finally calmed down. I gathered her in my arms and carried her to the sofa, where her hands immediately went to my belt buckle, but I stopped her, shaking my head.
“Later,” I whispered, stroking her hair. “Right now, you only need sleep.”
She fell against me without thinking, her hand resting against my shoulder, breath still uneven. I picked her up and kept her on my lap, while continuing to hold her with both my arms wrapped around her small body. She felt small, fragile, and breakable, and I wanted to do nothing but protect her from everything. After a long, quiet moment, her voice brushed my chest.
“Avgust, will you help me?”
I stiffened.
She lifted her head, eyes half lidded but focused on mine.
“I need to know why they took me,” she whispered. “Today, talking to Timofey made me wonder why me? And you have the resources and connections to find out more about these men. Please.”
Her hand curled into my shirt.
“I can’t do it alone.”
She neither begged nor manipulated; she simply asked for what she wanted. Staring at her, something in my chest cracked open.
“Fine,” I said before I could think. “I’ll help you.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, voice fading, sleep tugging at her. She curled back into me again, her breath warming my neck, and I held her. Until she surrendered completely, falling asleep in my arms at last.
***
Ilana slept in my arms longer than I had expected.
