373- What She Begged For
POV Seraphine Valerian:
His voice sounded angry when he told me to come in.
“They are testing my patience!” he said irritably, standing by the window. He looked at me and fell silent, serious.
Emil and Florian were sitting. It was a tense meeting, and I spoke quickly:
“Sorry to interrupt. I just came to bring your food. Where should I put it?”
He had shaved, his jaw and chin sharply defined, his hair messy. He was wearing much simpler clothes than he usually liked, jeans and a gray blouse molding the muscles of his chest and biceps. I felt ashamed of myself again for ruining his clothes.
“Come in, Seraphine. Emil, Florian, go home. I'll be here until tonight. If anything changes, I'll call you.”
They agreed, spoke to me as they passed, and smiled. Then I closed the door and approached, nervous. I put the bag on the table and faced him.
“Did things get worse?”
“It was expected. We had an unexpected invasion to the west, and some of my men went out to shoot. One died, and two were injured. But they pushed the idiots back.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking from the food to me. “Thank you. You didn't have to bring it.”
“I wanted to.” The longing became so evident in my hoarse voice that I covered it up: “I wanted to know if everything was alright and if you had any more news about Adelina.”
“It will probably take a few more days for Katarina to manage to leave another note without raising suspicion. Have you had lunch yet?”
“No.”
“Have lunch with me.” It wasn't a request. His hard gaze traveled down my body, burning wherever it passed.
I nodded, seizing the opportunity to stay longer.
The air between us crackled. The attraction was pungent and alive, without any disguise. There was no point in avoiding it; it would explode anyway. Especially after everything we did the night before.
“Come here.” Viktor grabbed my wrist and pulled me. “I'm going to feed you.”
I went, hungry, already craving his mouth on mine. But he didn't kiss me. He sat down in his tall, wide chair, settling me on his lap.
I gasped, my bottom right on top of the thick bulge between his legs. Lust licked me all over, raising goosebumps on my skin. Even more so when he placed his two large hands on my thighs, his low voice near my ear:
“Show me what you brought.”
I didn't know if he was talking about the food or about us. It was impossible to think. I wanted to turn my face and kiss him, but I pulled the bag closer and started taking out the containers and utensils. I realized I was trembling.
Viktor smelled my hair, my nape. His erection swelling, pressing against my flesh through our clothes. I swallowed hard, opening the first dish.
“I thought about you all morning,” he murmured, and his fingers slowly pulled up the skirt of my dress along my legs. “It was hard to leave the bed, seeing you there, naked.”
“I thought about you too,” I confessed, feeling weak, stopping.
He stopped too.
I heard my heart beating in my throat, waiting for him to take me at once. When he didn't move, I focused again on uncovering the other dishes. Then his fingers continued to lift my dress.
I understood and stuck my fork into the generous portion of roasted meat with vegetables.
“I said I was going to feed you.” He held the fork. “Open your mouth.”
I obeyed, breathless. His hand spread directly on my bare skin near my groin. Viktor brought the fork to my lips. I bit down instinctively, my hunger being for something else.
“Good girl. You need to be strong, to endure everything I want to do to you.”
I leaned back against his chest, weak, covered in goosebumps.
“Now?” I whispered.
“No. Now we're having lunch.”
He caressed my thigh, alternating bites for me and for him. It was torture; I was on the verge of begging him to push my panties aside and thrust inside me. Anything, his finger, his cock, his tongue.
I tried to focus on something that would ease the painful arousal, and my eyes went to the monitors. The still images, little movement outside.
“Do you think there will be more attacks today?”
“For sure. They'll get bolder and bolder.” He stabbed a piece of meat and gave it to me. I chewed. “That's how they gain ground. Even with the mines and traps, they keep coming.”
“So...” I swallowed and remained well-behaved, sitting on his hard cock, my panties getting completely soaked. “Eventually they'll get here?”
“My intention is for them to die before that happens.”
He moved the food around. He also moved under my skirt, now bunched up on my thighs. A low growl escaped his lips as his fingertips brushed the wet fabric.
“Are you still hungry? I can feed you better. Do you want to?”
“Yes...”
My legs opened when I felt him lift the side of my underwear, slowly rubbing my folds and spreading moisture over my clit.
“Viktor...”
“Eat.”
I opened my mouth and accepted the bite, not even knowing what he was giving me. A pleasant heat spread through my cunt, as if it were catching fire. Rising through my whole body, alive, throbbing.
I couldn't take it and rolled my hips, full of lust. But this time he wasn't in a hurry, nibbling my neck, masturbating me, the utensil seeking more food. My head fell against his shoulder, and his fingers stopped doing their magic.
“Open your mouth. Or you won't get dessert.”
I got dizzy, holding onto the edge of the table and adjusting myself to obey. I chewed some more. I was nibbled and caressed again. I contracted, beside myself, in an increasingly rapid pant.
I managed to articulate the words:
“You aren't... eating.”
“I'm going to eat.”
I clung to the promise, turning into molten lava when his two long, thick fingers slid down to the slit, entering. His palm rubbing against the already swollen bud.
“Ah...”
Viktor dropped the fork. He ran his fingers through a portion of mamaliga, his voice thick:
“Open your mouth.” He put both fingers inside, and I sucked them, his taste mixing with the polenta.
I went crazy, collapsing against his body, legs spread, one hand inside my panties, fingers in my cunt, others in my mouth. Entering together, in sync. I rolled my hips, surrendered and hallucinating, moaning softly.
“Does it taste good? Suck more...”
I sucked, swallowed, licked. I began to tremble to the point of having an orgasm with the pressure deep inside, the sliding in and out, the wet sounds.
Viktor devastated me in every way, being fierce in bed and ripping my clothes; or there, seducing me slowly, leaving me needy and torn for more.
His knuckles scraped my lower teeth, slid over my tongue. I drooled, moaning and feeling the pulsations grow.
“My cock is jealous. It also wants to feed on your little cunt.”