Page 70 of Baby for the Bratva King

“No touching.” His authoritative voice sends shock waves through my body. “Hands at your sides. I want you to be a good girl for me, Honeysuckle. I know you’re more than capable."

I do as I’m told, fighting the forces of nature as I keep my hands stapled at my sides. I tremor as a result, wetness leaking down my thighs. I’m gushing down there, starving for his touch.

“Such supple tits,” he analyzes, running his finger between the valley of my breasts. He holds them in place like a push-up bra, continuing with his analysis. “I bet my cock would look good between them.”

“Let’s find out.”

Felix shoves me into the restroom wall, releasing his cock. He loosens his belt, lowering the suit pants to his knees.

I release a shaky breath, staring at his cock. It lays thick against his toned stomach, huge, just like the man standing before me. Felix is the key to my freedom, but also the shackles holding me in place. He is my salvation and undoing, my savior and destroyer.

Pain and pleasure reach the same peak, just like hot and cold start to feel the same when you experience the extremes of both. Everything is connected. Death equals life. Imprisonment means freedom. And I want it all, the good, the bad and the ugly, as long as he’s by my side throughout it all.

“On your knees,” he instructs.

I lower like his slave, obeying his every word.

“Open.” He grabs his cock, directing it into my mouth. “Such a good girl.”

His praise means the world to me. I moan around his cock, accepting more inches until he’s hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water as I take more than I can probably manage, but I break my own boundaries with him.

I let him fill me, opening my mouth as wide as it can go.

“Such a sweet thing,” he purrs.

I admire the dark force above me, loving every minute. My knees hurt, my thighs starting to cramp, but his pleasure is worth my discomfort.

“That’s the spot, Honeysuckle. Nice and deep.”

I swirl my tongue around his tip, hands moving up and down his shaft.

Felix grabs my hands and locks them above my head.

“Use your mouth, Honeysuckle. No cheating.”

I gag, taking him deeper, wanting the praise, to be branded as his good girl.

“Feel my balls.” Felix guides my hand down, encouraging me to touch. “Right there, nice and gentle. Such a good girl.”

I cup his balls lightly, watching his brow harden as he comes close to the end. His cock twitches in my throat as he reaches his limit, but he pulls out before he can come.

“Up.” He snaps his fingers.

I know the score. I jump up, heart beating with anticipation as I wait for him to fuck me.

Felix grabs my waist, picking me up. The floor disappears underneath me. I feel like I’m levitating, experiencing the world without any limitations.

My back hits the wall, and Felix holds me in place.

“Open.” He snaps his fingers, gesturing to my thighs.

I open them as much as I can, letting Felix take care of the rest. Fortunately, I’m flexible and can just about bend myself into any shape.

Felix keeps a firm grip on my hip flexor, keeping it wide open.

He looks down between us, admiring my pussy. “The world at the tip of my fingertips,” he murmurs, gently caressing my clit. He slips a finger inside, gauging my reaction. “One finger and you’re all mine,” he says gruffly. “Look at your face, how you melt for me.” Felix rummages around in his pocket, grabbing his phone. Flipping the device around, he snaps a picture, showing it to me.

My breath hitches, throat tightening up as I see myself in this very compromising position. My cheeks are bright red, like two ripened tomatoes, and my lips are swollen, almost the same shade as my cheeks.