Chapter Four
She walked down the stairs and found Will where he’d been pacing back and forth since he’d called her down the stairs. Mike was sitting in the overstuffed chair in the living room, looking like he was the calmest man in the history of the world. As he sat there, looking at how nervous Will was, she could see a sort of demented, cruel happiness in his eyes that was luminous and genuine. She had to admire how nervous Will was for all of this and she almost felt bad for him as he walked back and forth, anxiously rubbing his hands together and waiting for her. When she made it to the bottom of the stairs, she turned and looked at Mike, smiling at him before she made her way to the couch.
Sitting down she watched Will exhale sharply and turn to look at her.
“Okay,” Will said, sitting down on another chair across from Mike and making sure that she was seated directly in the middle of them.
She smiled at the symmetry and couldn’t help but want to laugh at how ridiculous all of this was. There was something fierce in this room that she was not given the opportunity to be a part of yet, but she was more than eager to find out what it was.
“What’s up?” she asked them with a pleasant smile on her lips.
“So, we’ve made some rules for the whole competition,” Will said with a smile. “After we’re done here, I’m going to go out and hang out with some friends, go see a movie, and then stay the night at our friend Ricky’s place so you two can have the house to yourselves for whatever reason. I’m sure you’ll be out doing stuff, but just in case, I won’t be around to bother you.”
“In case of what?” Oksana teased with a grin on her lips.
“You know,” Will said with an awkward expression on his face.
“No, could you clarify?” Mike pressed.
“Come on,” Will groaned. “In case, you know, you do the dirty business.”
“Do you think I’m dirty?” Oksana teased him.
She relished the shade of red his face burned into and she laughed at the sight of it and reached out, putting a hand on his leg to assure him there was nothing he should be worried about. Well, maybe there was, but she was just playing with him and wasn’t cruel. Will smiled at her and scowled at the grinning Mike who was totally enjoying himself right now.
As he stood up, he looked at the two of them nervously. “Good luck,” he said with a weak attempt at a lie. “I hope you have fun.” It was the sorriest lie he had tried to tell yet and she smiled at him.
“We will,” Oksana assured him. “Try and have some fun yourself.”
“Because we totally will be,” Mike jabbed.
Looking sickly and pale, Will made himself scarce and Oksana laughed at the sight before she turned her gaze to Mike who was sitting across from her. There was a look in his eyes that had so much potential to her. Maybe he would be willing to forego the date and would be even more interested in ravaging her right here and now. The silence of the house enveloped them and they could hear Will starting his car and pulling out of the garage before he vanished for good, leaving the two of them here in each other’s company. She looked at Mike. He looked at her. There was a quiet fire between the two of them and she was relishing it.
“So what’s the plan?” she asked him.
“You’ll see,” he said enigmatically; she hated every syllable of it.
“Is there something I should wear?” she asked him.
“Something you feel like dancing in,” he said to her.
She liked the sound of that. She smiled and slowly stood up from the couch and looked at him. Part of her was primal and savage, wanting to take off her clothes right here in front of him, but she had to control herself. She had to make sure she didn’t do anything that would derail the night. She wanted to make sure she got to see the whole experience of what it would be like to date Mike and spend a romantic time with him rather than just fuck his brains out. God, she wanted that so badly though.
“Then I’ll be right back,” she said, turning and heading up the stairs. She walked slowly, making sure that he could see the sway of her ass as she walked, climbing the steps slowly and letting him really get a look of what he was going to have a shot with tonight.
When she closed the door to her room, she couldn’t rip her tank top off fast enough and as she threw it across the room, her bare breasts were bathed in warm sunlight. She shrugged off her shorts and quickly walked to the wardrobe and threw open the doors, finding a glittering, navy midi dress that she’d been waiting for a time just like this to put on. She dressed as quickly as she could, spending the majority of her time on make up and her hair. It was an hour before she decided she was ready to go out into the world.
Throwing open the door, she was slightly disappointed to see Mike was wearing the exact same thing, only he’d thrown on a button up shirt over it and rolled up the sleeves. Well, maybe she looked a little over dressed compared to him, but that was fine. She wanted to be his arm candy. Locking her arm in his, she smiled as he kept stealing glances of her.
“You look incredible,” he said when he opened the door to his car for her and she sat down with a smile.
She didn’t say anything to that. She knew how incredible she looked, but she did like the affect she was having on him. If she could keep that going, she would be just fine.
It took over an hour to get to the destination that they were bound for, but Mike seemed to know exactly where they were going. She would smile as she caught him stealing glances at her legs and several times he’d stared at her chest, no doubt fantasizing about grabbing her dress and pulling it down to free her breasts. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands on her and smiled at the sensation. God, it made her so hot.
When they finally reached their destination, she was pleased it was a concert and that she wasn’t the only woman who looked a bit over dressed compared to their dates. Maybe this was just an American guy thing. She smiled as they stood in line outside of the venue and chatted. She wanted to know everything about him, but Mike wasn’t exactly an open book. He was more of the guy who liked to keep things close and personal. He wasn’t going to open up about anything and let her have a look inside. She knew it was all part of the exterior he’d no doubt crafted after years and years of figuring out what the perfect man meant to him or in his mind. She would get to him eventually.
Inside, the venue was dark and the house music was pulsing through her veins as she stood at a small table he’d reserved on the balcony overlooking the dance floor and the stage. The lights swayed back and forth of all different colors and she felt like she was back in Ukraine at one of the great concerts she’d been to before.
“I figured you were a girl who liked to have fun,” he said to her, having to shout over the music.
“You guessed right,” she said with a smile, sitting close to him and feeling that familiar warmth wafting off of him.
She missed that feeling. She liked it so much. She wanted more of it. She realized how nervous she felt around him. There was something about him that made her want to really work hard to impress him. There was nothing specific about his personality that made her think that way, but she knew she craved his attention. Sure, his personality was crafted and fake which bothered her to no end, but it was something more than that. It was something deeper inside of her that longed for him.
When the music started, they ordered drinks and watched for a few songs. The band was loud and it was everything she wanted. It was fast, deep music that pulsed inside of her veins and made her bones rattle with excitement. Her whole body moved with the music and begged her to get up on her feet and to start dancing. After three songs and a single drink, she reached out and touched Mike’s hand, pulling him from his perch and dragging him to the stairs and down to the floor where she wanted to really get to know him better.
There was a lot you could learn from a way that a man could dance and Mike was telling her everything she wanted to know. He was the kind of man who wasn’t very good at dancing, but more importantly, he wasn’t afraid to give it a try, which she loved. As he danced, he knew that he was making a fool of himself, but he was going for it anyways. As they danced, she drew herself closer to him, working her body up against him as the music picked up and the whole environment changed. Everything was hot and sweaty, tight, and close. She loved the feeling of his hands on hers, his body moving in rhythm with hers, and the feeling of his presence so close to her. As the band continued to play, she felt like she was going to die without him being inside of her. She wanted nothing more than that. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to control herself.
She leaned in close to him as the band took a short break. His body was hot and she could feel the sweat through his shirt and she loved every second of it. His body was strong, cut and hewn in a gym, like a man who knew exactly how he wanted to look and how he wanted to impress a woman. It was working.
“You’re not much of a romantic, are you?” she asked him, making sure he was the only one that could hear her.
He looked at her nervously, like she’d pierced right through his armor and that this was the end of the game for him. She brought her hand to his hot cheek and drew in close to him, leaning in so that she could feel his muscular abs, his defined chest, and even his raging cock pressed against her thighs as her lips pressed against his. They locked and she brushed her tongue against his lips, not caring if anyone around them saw or had anything to say about this kiss. His hands wrapped around the small of her back, holding her close to him as they kissed.
She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. “There are other ways people can get to know each other,” she reminded him.
Before he could answer, she stepped back from him and the band picked up again, her eyes never left his. As they started to pick up, swaying and moving with the music, she never let his gaze go, refusing to let him look at anything else as her eyes met his and they were locked, silently communicating for what seemed like hours. They danced close, hard against each other, grinding their bodies against one another and she knew he could feel everything that he wanted and she was feeling everything that she could possibly want from him. She made sure there wasn’t a woman here who was more alluring, more sensual, and more enticing out on the dance floor for him to possibly desire more than her.
When the music was over, a DJ came out and set up while people continued to dance. Exhausted from dancing, Mike grabbed her hand and headed for the stairs. She smiled and followed him, willing to go wherever she could possibly imagine. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him and she was overly excited to go and do anything with him. In the stairwell, he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her again. She arched her back, leaning into his chest again and feeling his tongue greeting her lips and she smiled, parting her lips and letting their tongues mingle together, dancing and playing together as she subtly reached out, feeling his cock through his jeans. She knew what he wanted. She knew what every man wanted.
Rubbing him harder and harder, she smiled as people passed them, too intoxicated or distracted by their friends or dates to care about the two making out in the corner. She smiled when he pulled back and looked at her.
“Are you a rough girl?” He asked her with a serious expression on his face. “Or do you like it soft?”
“I like it however you’re willing to give it to me,” she whispered into his ear, nibbling on his lobe and pulling away from him.
She held her hand out behind her, begging for him to take it. He did, after a moment, and she led him up the stairs and back to their table. Hot and excited from the dance, she wanted another drink. She needed something to cut how horny she was getting. She hadn’t felt this way for a long time about a man and it was getting to her.
“Are you having fun?” he asked her as they sat at the table.
“Yeah,” she said, looking at him with a smile.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her, seeing through the smile.
“Nothing,” Oksana shrugged.
“You’re lying to me,” he grinned. “I can tell when you’re lying to me.”
“Is that a Shifter secret power?” she asked him with her doubts.
“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “But I can tell there’s something you’re not telling me and it’s clearly bugging you.”
Part of her told her not to say a word and not to mention anything. It was the part of her that was telling her that she was making too big of a deal out of something, but as she looked at him, she knew honesty was going to be an important part of this relationship. It was vital for every relationship that was serious. As she looked at him, she knew she would need to come forward about this now or it was going to be a huge problem later on down the road. She looked at him and took a deep breath.
“I feel like I don’t know you,” she said with a shrug. “I’m sure that tomorrow night, I’m going to be spending the whole time hearing about Will and what he thinks about things and about events. He’s the kind of guy that shares his soul with everyone he meets, but you’re not. You’re like a closed book, but even worse, you’re not even the real cover to your book. I feel like I’m trying to crack the shell of some armor and get a glimpse at who it is underneath.”
Mike shrugged. “I don’t know,” Mike told her. “I think you’re right earlier. I think there is more than one way to get to know someone and I’m not the kind of guy to pour his soul out to you. But I am willing to go have fun with you and I’m more than willing to have a drink and a laugh with you. That’s where Will and I are different.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” she said with a shrug, not really satisfied with that. “But I would like to know more about you.”
“Sure, I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” Mike said with a grin, leaning in and looking at her. “There is no way that you’re real, Oksana. You’re easily the most beautiful person, not only in this building, but in this city, country, or world. I’ve never seen someone who even looks close to you. It’s like you were made in an advertisement company and that you’ve just become real by some kind of witchcraft.”
She smiled at that. “You’re sweet when you want to be,” she told him.
“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe I’m just honest.”
Their drinks arrived and Oksana quickly took a drink. She smiled at the fruity burn that raged down her throat and settled in her stomach. It was a good feeling. It was the kind of feeling that made her feel safe and secure about herself. She had always enjoyed alcohol, but only to an extent. She wasn’t the kind of girl who liked to get trashed and taken advantage of, but she did enjoy the feeling of getting tipsy. She liked that light, airy feeling.
“I will tell you this though,” Mike said, leaning in and looking at her with a smile on his lips. “If you decide to stick with me, I will let you inside and see everything you want to see. You’ll get to know every part of me and all that you’re curious about. That much, I can assure you.”
She smiled and leaned in, kissing him again and loving the feeling of his lips against hers. She wanted to feel more of his body against hers. There was more of that in her future, she was certain of it. She closed her eyes as they kissed, picturing the two of them in the future. Was this the last kiss she ever wanted to have? Was this the last fresh kiss experience that she wanted in her mind? If she chose to stay with him, then there was no going back. There were no other kisses she would have. She wasn’t sure if this was the last kiss she ever wanted to experience, but she was definitely willing to see if there were other experiences that eclipsed the prospect of enjoying it with other people in the future.
“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked him softly.
“I’ve got other things we can do,” he assured her. “If you want more of a date than this, I can take you all over this town.”
“No,” she shook her head, cupping his stubbly cheeks and smiling. She felt warm inside, like there was a ball of light calling her away from here, begging for her to pick up camp and move on. “I want to give you everything you want,” she whispered into his ear.
When they left, she smiled and said farewell to the bouncer who gave her a sweet compliment. As they walked, Mike held her hand and she enjoyed the feeling of his hand holding hers. She could get used to holding his hand for the rest of her days. That wasn’t something she was worried about. They were the hands of someone who was confident and sure of themselves. He was polite and respectful enough to open the door to the car for her and as he pulled away from the parking garage, she felt like this was the beginning of something she could definitely see herself a part of for the rest of her days. In fact, this was actually something she was going to want.
It took a little over an hour to get home and the whole way there, she couldn’t stop looking at him. She smiled when they came to a red light and she reached across the console and put her hand on the inside of his thigh. He turned his head and looked at her as she held one finger up to her lips and gently stroked his cock. She smiled at the expression on his face as he began to get agitated, nervous and excited all at the same time.
“I should probably tell you something,” she whispered to him, reaching out and slipping her fingers under the hem of her dress and sliding it up her thighs. “I’m not actually wearing any underwear.”
“God, you’re impossibly sexy,” he said, shaking his head.
By the time they made it home and into the garage, they were practically running into the house. She smiled as she rushed down the hall, past the stairs and into the living room, feeling giggly and giddy. She turned and looked at Mike who was following her, a fire in his eyes that clearly gave away the desire that was deep down inside of him. Yes, the Mike she wanted to play with was coming up to the surface.
“I think you’re kind of a naughty boy,” Oksana said to him, panting to catch her breath and slowly walking toward him. “I think that you’ve got all sorts of dirty thoughts inside of your head.”
“Yeah?” Mike asked her, reaching out and grabbing her hips, pulling her closer to him. “What about it?”
“I want to be your every fantasy,” she said to him seriously, reaching out and making sure that he was still hard.
She wasn’t disappointed. She rubbed his cock again, through his jeans, and watched as his eyelids fluttered. She needed him to think she was everything. Every woman wanted to feel like she was the last girl they would ever want. It was part of the game. It was part of being everything that a man could possibly ever want. She wanted everything for him. But, she needed to make sure that she was everything for him.
“Do you want me, Mike?” she asked him softly, feeling his grip on her hips tightening, digging into her. She loved it. She loved the pressure and the sensation that ran through her body.
“Yes,” he said.
“Then have your way with me,” she said strongly.
Mike wasn’t going to hesitate. He reached out for her and pulled her closer to him, slamming her body against his and wrapping his arms around her tightly, hotly begging for her to be closer to him, to be everything to him. She wanted to become one with him and she wanted to be everything he desired. As he kissed her, she could feel his warm lips smothering hers, hungry for her. She waited for his tongue to make its entrance and she happily wrapped her lips around his tongue, sucking on it and circling it with her tongue, begging for it more and more.
Mike pulled away, grinning and clearly loving every second of it. Good, she wanted to give more to him. As she leaned in again, kissing his neck, she felt his hands moving over her back, running down to her ass where his fingers dug in and squeezed each of her ass cheeks, inspecting them one at a time. She loved it when he grabbed her ass. She had spent a lot of time sculpting that ass and she wanted him to enjoy every second of it.
The kissing grew more intense, more passionate, and fierier than she had ever kissed another man before. As they made out, his hands began to explore her more and more, running up her sides and along her back. She loved it when his fingers ran through her hair, digging into her scalp and holding her close, locking her in a kiss with him that she couldn’t escape, not that she would ever want to. With each passing second, she could feel her body begging more and more for him to take her. She would not rest until she had him ravage her body. She wanted every second of him inside of her to be intense and special. She knew this was going to be a night that she would never, ever forget.
“Should we move this upstairs?” she asked him after a moment while his lips explored her neck and down to her collar.
She wanted him to rip off her dress, but she was afraid the neighbors would see. Actually, she didn’t mind if they could see. There was something hot about touching each other and getting steamy where others might see them. She thought they were probably the luckiest people in the city right now to witness what was about to happen. He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes darted to the windows that were open so that anyone could look in and see them if they felt inclined.
“I’m good if you are,” Mike said with a nonchalant, completely disinterested shrug.
She felt a smile spreading across her lips. Oh, she was good. She was definitely good. In fact, in a few minutes, she was going to be great. She laughed as he kissed her again, holding her close to him and his hands digging into her, begging her for more. The more they kissed, the more she realized this was everything that she was ever going to want. She wanted more than they could ever possibly imagine from them. She was ravenous, starving, and begging for the satisfaction only they could give her. It was impossible for her to explain to him, but with each kiss, she felt a little more hope blossoming inside of her, begging for more, calling out for more from him.
His lips found hers, and as she stood there, looking at him, she knew that he was going to give her the experience that she was begging for. “What are you waiting for?” she asked him.
Grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around, he pinned her back to his chest and she could feel the burning presence of his cock against her ass. It was hot, blazing like a rod of fire, calling out to her and begging to be inside of her. God, she wanted to take him in to her, she wanted to swallow him whole and have him within her forever.
His hands gripped her sides and ran smoothly across her stomach, exploring every last inch of her body, brushing over her hips, her waist, grazing her crotch as she smiled and leaned her head back against his neck. She wanted to take him. She wanted to take everything from him. He seemed more than willing to give it to her. As she began to grind her ass against his cock, his hands moved slowly up her stomach, cupping her breasts and giving them the squeeze that she was hungry for. She loved it when her breasts were squeezed. She liked the intensity of it, the ferocity of it all. It was a primal longing inside of him and it was a euphoric sensation in her.
His fingers were nimble, quick and purposeful, hunting down everything that they wanted. As he kept kneading her breasts, she wanted him to do more. She expected so much more from him that she couldn’t stand being let down by him. He needed to take over her body like some kind of possessed man. She wanted him to demand everything from her and she wanted him to actually take it. There was no way she would ever let him get away with it. She knew he had it inside of him and she wanted that dark hunger to come out and play.
The tips of his fingers clawed under the top of her dress and pulled down her top, releasing her caged breasts. They burst free and she smiled at the feeling as she stood naked in full view of the neighbors. This was what she wanted. This was what she was craving from him. The animal was coming out to play. His fingers trembled, quaking in lust as they cupped her naked breasts, squishing and feeling them, pinching her nipples between his fingers as she moaned and begged him for more.
“Squeeze them, baby,” she begged him, feeling his fingers obliging her in the most compassionate and feral way possible.
She loved it. Between his index finger and his thumb, he rolled her nipples and pinched them, sending jolts of pain through her body as she squirmed and felt everything suddenly get bathed in a chill of excitement. She wanted more from him.
He turned her around and looked at her bare chest, staring at them with such a mesmerized expression on his face that she thought that this might have actually captivated him and entranced him. He stared with bewildered delight at her breasts before he pounced with such speed and tenacity that she let out a little scream of excitement as he pulled her closer to him, cupped her left breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue. The warmth, the wetness, all of it was more than she could have wanted. She moaned and felt like she was melting in his hands. She felt like goo or putty in his hands. As he licked her nipple, squeezing her breast tightly, she thought she might actually see the light in this perfect moment. This was going exactly where she wanted it to.
“God, you’re amazing,” he said, stepping back from her and looking at her.
She smiled and posed for him, letting him take in her breasts and her disheveled appearance. Everything about her seemed to register positively with him. He looked at her and grinned like a jackal in front of his prey. She liked that look. She wanted him to get wild. She wanted him to command her and make her do whatever it was he wanted. She was here for him and she was begging him with her wide, large eyes to have her in any way that he wanted. After all, that was what she had promised him and she was going to definitely make good on her promises to him.
As he approached her, he reached down and unbuckled his belt, flipping the leather straps aside before he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock for her. She got a good look at it in the pale light of the outside world, flooding into the gloom and letting her look at the long, cock in his hands. It looked longer than she had felt when she had been dancing and grinding up against him. As she stood there, she looked at him and reached out for his cock.
He slapped her hand away and she grinned at him as he shook his head slowly, warning her that this wasn’t what he wanted. She giggled. God, she liked this. He reached out for her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Slowly, she rested her knees on the carpet of the living room and looked eye to eye with his cock, staring at how long and how glorious it was. She couldn’t help but fantasize what it would be like to have that cock inside of her. How incredible would it be to have it teasing her pussy, prodding at her lips? She smiled and looked up at him with submissive eyes. He wanted to be the master and she was going to give him everything he wanted.
“Can I touch it?” she asked him softly.
He nodded to her and she gently reached up and brushed his hard, rigid cock with the tips of her fingers, feeling how stiff and powerful it was. In her hands, when she squeezed it, she felt like she was trying to squeeze a rock. It wouldn’t give or move in the slightest, standing strong and immovable to her. She grinned and stroked it a few times, watching him put his hands on his hips and gaze down at her, his eyelids barely fluttering, but she could tell he was enjoying it.
She could tell he wanted more, but she wasn’t quite ready to give it to him. She kept stroking him, giving him more of the thrilling jolts of excitement and the lull of the amazing strokes. She knew how to take care of him, how to be firm, but not to be harsh. She knew how to make sure he was feeling everything that he wanted to feel and wasn’t getting hurt by the sensations. She knew there was an art to stroking a man and eventually, all men wanted you to put your lips around the head of their cock and to lick them.
When she stuck out her tongue and tenderly pressed it to the tip of his head, barely touching it as she circled the tip of his cock with her tongue, she watched him smile and exhale loudly. She liked that. She liked the power she had over him right now. No matter how much he thought he was in control, there was no denying the woman was always the one in charge. As she licked the head of his cock, she drew it in deeper and deeper to her mouth, feeling her lips brushing against the head of his cock, taking it in and then wrapping her lips around it, licking and working the head of his cock, taking him deeper and deeper inside of her mouth. She couldn’t see him right now, but she knew he was excited and enjoying it. She could hear his groans and his excitement. His hand fell from his side and she could feel the tips of his fingers running along her scalp, slicing through her hair and ripping the back of her head, pulling her closer to him and getting her to take his cock deeper into her mouth.
She knew she had a good gag reflex and that his cock could go all the way to the back of her mouth before she would even get worried about it. She had learned, once upon a time, the key to controlling and maintain a strong gag reflex. She just took her time and patiently let his cock slip deeper into her mouth until it felt like it was going to go down her throat. She groaned and slowly reached down, letting her hand slip up her dress and brushing the lips of her pussy. She was wet and warm, eager for him to finally pay attention to her. As she worked his cock, she rubbed her clit, feeling the excitement building inside of her, growing as she rubbed and played with herself. She watched as he finally threw his head back, his fingers gripping the back of her head tightly and ferociously as he leaned back his head and groaned.
Oksana didn’t try to pull out and she didn’t try to step back but it was strange for her to experience this. She had never had a man blow his load inside of her mouth. They always wanted to shoot their load over her face or her chest, like they were marking her like a tree or some kind of territory. But Mike, he wanted her to take it and as she felt the molten, steaming sperm inside of her mouth, she didn’t have a choice. She felt it slipping down her throat and smiled. It was delicious. He tasted amazing. As he pulled his cock out of her, she made sure her lips were around his cock, taking everything off of it that she could.
As he stumbled back and looked at her, she smiled, wiping her lips and slipping her fingers inside of herself one last time. She stood up and looked at Mike. “How was it?” she asked him, genuinely wanting to know what he thought of her performance. If he didn’t like it, then she would practice on him, trying harder and harder to give him everything he could possibly want from her.
He was grinning and breathing heavily as he leaned against the wall, looking at her. “Amazing,” he uttered, breathlessly.
“What would you like to do now?” she asked him, standing up effortlessly, letting him get a good view up her dress at her soaking pussy, begging for action. She wanted to know how long until he’d recovered and she prayed that it wouldn’t be long. She smiled and pulled her dress back up, covering her breasts and walking toward him.
“Keep your heels on,” he said to her, standing back up and recovering himself, “but I want your dress off.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked him with a smile on her lips.
Reaching under her arm, she felt the tab of the zipper and pulled it down, unzipping the side of her dress so that she could slip out of it easily. As the dress slowly slipped form her body, she stood in front of him, letting it crumple and pool at her feet before she stepped out of it, still in her heels and in her bangles. She was exactly the same, only someone had magically made her dress fall off. She grinned and ran her hands over her body, posing for him, watching as his exhausted cock began to twitch and come back to life.
Mike turned around and grabbed a prop that he’d set up before Will had even left and she smiled at it. It was a pair of handcuffs, padded, of course, but handcuffs that were ready for naked, eager wrists. She smiled and liked it. Walking toward him, she stretched out her arms and presented her milky white wrists for him to bind. He didn’t make a single expression as he approached her, clamping the cuffs down on her wrists and she smiled as he tightened them.
He took the lead of the leash that held the cuffs and tied it to the stone mantle and made sure she was stuck by the fireplace. Grabbing a few pillows, he tossed them down on the fireplace for her to get comfortable and for her to lean against, but she wasn’t interested in sitting quite yet. In fact, she was very eager to see what he had on his mind. He walked up to her, cupping her breast and kissing her passionately on the lips as he tightened the leash. She smiled as the hand cupping her breast slowly worked its way down her stomach and to her pussy, brushing the lips of her wet, hungry pussy, begging for her to pay attention to it. She wanted him to lick her so badly, but she could see he had other things on his mind.
He walked to the fridge and she watched as he opened up the freezer and pulled out a metal pail and walked toward her, setting it down on the coffee table and she could see the ice cubes inside of it. She felt a twitch of excitement deep inside of her. She wanted him to play with her, to do everything he wanted with her. She was going to give him every last thing he wanted. She smiled and stuck out her ass for him and he looked at her, taking her in and inspecting her calmly, admiring every aspect of her body. He grabbed her ass cheek and gripped it tightly before he slapped it and she smiled, letting out a little yelp and feeling the sting on her cheek. God, she wanted more of that. She wanted everything tonight. She was insatiable.
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” Mike told her with a serious, stern voice that made her a little nervous, which in turn made her only more exited. She liked the way he was talking to her. She wanted more of that. She liked the soft pain and the fear that was inside of her. She wanted him to keep this up.
“Yeah?” She raised an eyebrow. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Teach you how to be a good girl,” he said, grabbing her chin and kissing her fiercely.
She could feel his lip between hers and she took it between her teeth, biting it and holding it firmly between her teeth. She could feel his body shake with a chuckle as he instinctively reached out and his hand found the lips of her pussy, her weak spot. He rubbed her clit, taking it between two of his fingers and rubbing it, sending an earthquake of pleasure throughout her body. She let go of his lip and smiled as he stepped back, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth.
“You’re naughty.”
“I told you as much,” she said.
He slapped her ass and she gave a little yelp, grinning as she soaked up the sting of it. She watched as he walked toward the ice cubes in the metal pail. As she watched him select the perfect ice cube, she felt the excitement rising inside of her, building as he held it in his fingers. The droplets racing down his thumb as he held it out to her. She smiled as he brought it closer and closer.
When it kissed the inside of her thighs, she writhed and moaned at the sensation running through her legs. It was more powerful than anything she had ever experienced before. It was mighty and unforgiving. She moaned at the feeling as he traced the ice cube across the inside of her thighs, coming dangerously close to the lips of her pussy. She squeezed her legs together and yelped excitedly. It felt so wonderful, so exciting and she was giggly all over. The ice cube was some kind of tantric kiss of the frigid world and she loved it. She loved the way it made her body pucker and how it made her feel so vulnerable, when all he had was just a cube of ice.
She giggled as he slowly ran it up her thigh and over her stomach. She grinned as it made its way, taking a journey north, higher and higher until she could feel it over her ribs and touching the underside of her breast. She flinched and squirmed with the sensation, giggling and joyously feeling it infiltrating her very core, her very body. It was powerful, magnificent, and it was making her hornier than she thought possible. As she grinned and felt the ice cube circling her breast, she noticed it was spiraling closer and closer to her nipples, making its move, making its play toward the center of her breast, the focus of his attention.
The cold was working wonders on her body and she could feel that her nipples were as alert and stiff as they were ever going to get. The cool night air kissed the frigid trail of water that the cube left on her skin and she smiled. Anyone looking in would see his playful torture of her and she could feel the ice cube beginning to get too small for him to manage it. When it slipped from his fingers and fell to the carpet, he stood there, looking at her as his hand clamped down on her ass, squeezing it tightly and greedily.
“Oops,” he said without any emotion at all. “Looks like we’ll have to start all over again.”
“Mmmm.” She moaned softly, smiling at him as she refused to say anything to him.
She didn’t want to ruin the moment. She loved the delicious terror that was sitting deep inside of her. As he picked up another ice cube, he brought it back up to her thigh and chuckled as her whole body flinched at the sudden greeting of cold and wet on her body. As he moved it over her skin, drawing dangerously close to her pussy again, she realized that he wasn’t slowing down. He wasn’t deviating the course. He was going to collide with the lips of her pussy.
The impact was glorious and as the frigid finger of ice touched the lips of her pussy, she felt her whole body buckling, praying he would keep touching her. She laughed, exhaled, moaned, and screamed all at the same time, her body writhing and trying to adapt to the sudden, freezing cold that had penetrated her, piercing her as it traced the slit of her pussy, teasing her clit cruelly. She laughed and squirmed, hungering for the heat that would inevitably come off of his body and radiate into her. She wanted that warmth. She wanted that heat. All she could think to do was beg him for it.
She knew she was a sucker for him and as he laughed, teasing her with the ice cube, she could feel it moving back over her stomach and hunting down her nipples again. She laughed at the sensation, the suspense that was eating away at her like piranhas. She could feel it nibbling inside of her, breaking down her strength and her will power as it touched her other breast, dry and waiting for the ice cube. As the ice cube found her nipple, she squealed in delight and moaned, trying to fight the urge to scream in pleasure. He laughed and she could feel his warm hand on the cheek of her ass again. He slapped her other cheek and she relished the sting once more, wanting more of that.
When he finally dropped this ice cube, she could see that he was as hard as concrete, as powerful as the sun, and as magnificent as the world itself. She wanted that cock inside of her. She wanted him to give her everything he had. She smiled and chewed on her lower lip, her eyes dancing from his enormous erection to the fiery look in his eyes. He was hungry, too. She could see he wanted it inside of his soul. There was a fire there, craving it. She knew he would be begging her for it soon. She was more than willing to give it to him, but right now, she wanted him to take it.
“Did you learn your lesson?” Mike asked her, his hand finding her wet, freezing pussy lips and rubbing them, sending an electric storm of lust and pleasure throughout her abdomen.
It was so unfair and she leaned her head against her outstretched arms and begged for him to stop teasing her. Why was he so cruel? Why was he being so mean to her? There was nothing she wanted more than to have his cock inside of her, warming her up.
“Yes,” she said with a grin. “Please, give me more.”
He liked that. He liked the idea of her begging for more. She could see it in his eyes as she stuck her ass out, clearly wanting him to take everything he wanted from her. She was ready for him. He gripped his cock and slowly walked around behind her. She parted her legs and widened her stance, ready for him to find her. She closed her eyes and grinned, so excited for what was about to come next. She loved getting fucked and she loved the sensation of a Shifter’s cock inside of her. All fiery and warm, burning and soothing. She wanted everything his cock had to offer and she was going to get it one way or another. He could tease her all night if he wanted to, but when he fell asleep, she would take it from him. She wasn’t afraid to play dirty.
But she wouldn’t have to. She would never have to take it from him. In fact, as his hands reached around her, feeling her icy clit, she smiled while his other hand guided his cock straight toward her pussy. She could feel the tip of it, like a head of fire, burning and searing as it came near her frozen pussy. She could feel the lips of her pussy go numb as she felt it rubbing along the length of her slit. His shaft teasing her, tantalizing her for more. She was going to do it. She was going to beg for it.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded with him. “Please, fuck me hard!”
“You want it?” he asked her, circling her pussy with the tip of his cock, sending shivers down her back as she tried to grind her hips, tried to push back onto it, but he was too cunning and too fast.
“Yes!” she screamed. “I want you in me so bad!”
Before she could beg for more, she felt the head of his cock pushing through the opening of her pussy and everything went numb inside of her. She was so wet and so hungry for it that he just slipped inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper and she just shuddered and let out a scream at the top of her lungs. Her eyes opened wide and her lips parted in a scream that was stuck on her face; she threw back her head and let everything out.
She could feel his hands clamping down on her hips, stabilizing her and making her ready for everything he was about to offer her. As his cock dove deeper and deeper into her, the initial, slow march inside of her, she thought she was going to orgasm right there. She thought that she was going to feel the first wave hit her, but it didn’t happen. She came close, but something inside of her kept her calm. She moaned, groaning deep inside of her as she chewed on her lower lip and pinched her eyes shut, feeling the length of his cock inside of her. She worked her hips, rotating and grinding, taking his cock for a ride now that it was inside of her. He let out a shuddering moan, something deep inside of him that wasn’t quite ready for that. Her smile turned devious and widened, pleased by what she was hearing. She could feel him, locked inside of her muscles and keeping her pleased.
Soon, the surprise of her grinding her hips wore off and he regained control, his fingertips digging into her hips as he pulled out from her, slowly dragging his cock back out like a flaming sword out of a sheath. She moaned and screamed at the pleasure of it sliding along the inside of her pussy, filling her with warmth and making her feel numb. She was afraid her legs were going to give out, that she wasn’t going to be able to contain this or handle it properly. She closed her eyes and smiled, begging for him to continue.
“More,” she said, “just like that.”
“You take orders from me,” he growled playfully behind her before thrusting his cock deep inside of her again, driving a moan and a scream out of her that made her whole body shiver. She liked that. She liked the command of his presence and the power of his cock. He could have her. He could have her any way he wanted, so long as that cock was getting deep inside of her.
He kept going, harder and ferociously faster, his cock ready for her, all the preemptive eagerness driven out of him by the blow job. He was ready for anything she had to offer and as he fucked her harder and faster, she found it hard to think. It was like all the thought was being driven from her mind and only the lust and the power of his cock was inside of her. She found the right rhythm of his fuck and matched it, feeling her ass slapping against his waist and his hips. She moaned and screamed, loving every second of it as he took her fast and rough. She could feel her breasts jiggling with the intensity and the speed of his fucking. It was more powerful than she’d ever been fucked before and as she gave into him, she realized she was screaming at the top of her lungs, begging and moaning, letting his cock devour her completely.
When her first orgasm hit, it was hard and it was ruthless, cutting through all the lust and the pleasure, piercing the numbness of her pussy getting brought back to life by the cock that was thawing her. She’d never experienced something as powerful as this. When the orgasm rippled throughout her, she felt weak and lightheaded, suddenly dizzy and not sure if she was going to be able to survive his cock. She closed her eyes and let the sensation wash over her, holding her there for a moment, floating in the power and the wake of his cock.
“Did you cum?” he asked her, noticing that she was slowing down.
“God, yes,” she panted, trying her hardest to catch her breath and recover from the moment that had rolled across her like a semi-truck going at full speed. She looked over her shoulder at him and couldn’t help but feel that his cock was still hard and still inside of her. “Did you?” she asked him, already knowing the response that he was going to give her. He grinned and shook his head. She smiled back at him and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip and grinding her hips with his cock still inside of her, taking him for a short little dance. “Then you better get back to work,” she reminded him.
Oksana felt him pull his cock outside of her and when his head slipped out of her, she let out a scream, feeling the force of the action blowing through her like a thermonuclear explosion emanating from her pussy. It was powerful and her knees were suddenly weak. Everything felt like it was coming apart inside of her and she wanted more of it.
Mike slapped her ass and she could barely feel the sting over the pleasure that was rippling through her. This was something powerful. This was something that she was going to want for the rest of her life. She smiled and watched him as he grabbed the leash and untied it from the mantle. He gave it a sharp tug and she quickly came to him, her body pressing hard against his.
Mike wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her up into the air. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him and felt the immense strength through his arms as he walked toward the dining room where the windows were just as open and just as obvious as they had been in the living room. When he set her down on the dining room table, she giggled and watched him throw the leash over her head and she raised her arms over her head instinctively. Putting his hand on her heaving chest, he slowly lowered her onto the table so that her back was kissed, pressing up against the cold top of the table. She didn’t know what he was going to do to her now, but she was ready for it. God, she was ready for anything.
Stroking his cock, he parted her legs and found her pussy again, not wasting a second as he rammed it into her, not letting her get reacquainted with his cock. She screamed and jumped in sudden pleasure and pain as he barged inside of her. She smiled as she closed her eyes, trying to get a handle on her emotions. It was impossible to tell whether this was fantastic or if this was painful, but she knew she liked it and she wanted even more of it. As he gripped her legs, he fucked her vigorously, thrusting his cock in and pulling it out of her again and again. She moaned and screamed, her breasts jiggling in front of him and is eyes fixated upon them like they were going to tell him the future. She smiled at the expression on his face until he finally drove her back into another orgasm and she screamed at the top of her lungs. She screamed as loudly as she could and it hit her like a cannon going off right into her pussy.
It wasn’t going to be much longer for him and she could see it in his expression. He was losing control over his face and everything that was appearing on his face was now suddenly getting primeval and powerful from deep within his core of a being. There was a tenacious ferocity inside of him and as his thrusts began to slow, the strength behind them remained the same, she was certain he was about to blow. When he was so close that his eyes were pinched shut, she felt the tip of his cock rip out from her and she screamed in sudden euphoria.
Stroking his cock, she watched as he unleashed his load on her. A blazing ribbon of white landed across her stomach, hitting her left breast, but before she could see the perfect landing, another shot came, hitting her right breast and grazing her face. Another hit her stomach and then he was done. She smiled and looked at him, tracing her finger over her body where his cum had landed on her. She liked the feeling of it. She loved the heat of all of it on her skin. There was nothing better on her than this feeling. God, she’d take more of it if she could.
It was such a beautiful symmetry to her. The feeling of the fire and the ice on her. There was nothing more explosive and conflicting. She loved this feeling as she lay there, listening to the two of them trying desperately to catch their breath. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he stood over her, smiling and kissing her bent knees.
“That was amazing,” he said, taking a step back and pulling his pants up.
“Yeah, it was,” she agreed with him, smiling and absolutely thrilled by what she had just experienced. She looked at him and watched as he stepped forward and cupped her face once more, bending in and kissing her tenderly on the lips.
“Did you enjoy our date?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she said with a smile.
“Good,” he said, kissing her again, lightly and softly on the lips. “I hope you remember all of this when Will takes you out tomorrow. I hope you make the right choice, Oksana.”
God, she had forgotten all about that. For the duration of the date, she couldn’t help but feel like she was drowning in the world of Mike. He was the kind of guy that made her forget all the troubles and the problems that she was facing with this whole competition. She watched him back away from her and pick up his clothes. It was kind of like the whole thing was over now and she was left naked in the kitchen to ponder everything that had happened to her. The date was done and it was time to get back to the real world and in the real world, she had decisions to make.
Without saying a word to her, he headed for the stairs and climbed them, slowly and thoughtfully. She thought it was odd he didn’t want to stay and talk or make out any more. He was done. He had fulfilled everything he needed and he was ready to head back to his room. She watched him vanish up the stairs and something inside of her felt strangely sad. Why didn’t he want to spend more time with her? She thought it had gone well. In fact, she had thought that it had gone very well. As she stood there, looking at the stairs, she wondered if he wasn’t as impressed with her as she was impressed with him.
Slipping off the dining room table, she looked at it for a moment and wondered if she was ever going to be able to look at it and not giggle like some kind of immature middle school girl whenever she was around it. She doubted it. She was as immature as they came. As she listened to the click of her heels on the tile, she looked out the windows and wondered if anyone had gotten the show for free. She knew that anyone would gladly pay for her to have sex in front of them, but a lot of people could have gotten the opportunity to have it for free. She smiled at the thought of it, bending over at her hips to scoop up her dress, giving them one last shot of her ass and pussy that had just been completely ravaged by Mike.
She headed up the stairs, not bothering to put her dress back on since she was covered in Mike’s cum. There was no need for it. She was going to have to hop into the shower anyway. As she climbed the stairs, she reached out and felt the railing, wondering what Mike was doing in his room. He always kept the door closed and she had never seen inside of it. She wondered if that was intentional and if there was some kind of creepy fetish he had inside of there. She had enjoyed the light BDSM that he’d been willing to play around with. If he was into heavier stuff, she was certain that with the right introduction, she might be into it. She just didn’t want bruising and welts. She wanted to keep her figure perfect for her future job.
She glanced at the closed door and shook her head. There was a good chance they could have fucked again or several other times for the rest of the night, but he was just calling it quits right now. He was giving up before the encore could even start. It was a shame and she felt extremely disappointed and wounded by it. But, maybe he didn’t want to hurt his chances, or more likely, that was against the rules that he and Will had set up for themselves. She didn’t know, but she wasn’t happy with it one bit.
She headed straight for the bathroom that had been given to her and she flicked on the lights, closing the door gently behind her as she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body. She looked fabulous and she couldn’t have been happier or more proud with all the work that she had put into her body. No one could demand more from her or expect there to be more from her. As she looked at herself, she felt like she was the one true woman for these men and that they were extremely lucky to have her. So why didn’t Mike want her as much as she wanted him? She had put all of her effort into her body and she hadn’t even really gotten to see the extent of Mike’s offerings. God, she wanted more from him.
She wanted so much more from him as she stood there and looked at herself in the mirror. She leaned on the counter and looked at her face, staring at the cum all over her torso and stomach. She’d been marked by him, like a tree for a feral wolf and that was something that turned her on. It was annoying to her when other guys did it, but there was something about Mike that made it natural and expected. If he hadn’t cummed all over her, then she would have probably found a problem with that particular scenario.
She turned on the shower and felt the blast of cold water at first and recoiled from it, thinking about the ice cubes that had played with her nipples. God, she had wanted that and she had wanted so much more from him. She wasn’t sure why he’d decided to do that, but it had been a smart move on his part. The sort of numb sensation of the heat from his cock dancing with the residual cold from the ice cube had been so perfect, so melodious, that she was begging for it again. It was going to be something that she would demand from him in the future, often. In fact, she wanted it again right now.
Sure, there were things about their date that hadn’t been stellar. In fact, the only thing she knew about Mike was that he was really good at sex. The fact that he was so extraordinary at sex really didn’t tell her much beyond that fact. The questions she had for him and the personality she wanted to know more about was inevitably going to have to wait. In fact, she had been told as much from him. She thought about that and felt a little saddened by it. She wanted to know everything there was to know about him right now. She wanted to know what his favorite song was or his favorite color. She wanted to know all of these things and there was nothing she could do to find out. She would just have to wait. That was the downside to this.
But the sex had been incredible and that had been so important to her, in fact, that had been the most important aspect of the date to her. That had been crucial and she hadn’t been willing to do anything about him without an amazing sexual experience. To her, sex was the foundation of any relationship. When people came together, it was primarily because they wanted to fuck each other, regardless of whether it was their mind that was attractive, their beliefs, their soul, or their body, people wanted to fuck each other. If the fucking wasn’t good, then there was nothing that was going to happen in any other aspect of the relationship. She felt the steam wafting from the shower and she threw back the curtain, stepping into it and letting the heat splatter against her and she absorbed it ravenously. She was eager for the heat.
She watched as his cum was washed away from her body, leaving her clean as she rubbed the soap all over her naked form. She rinsed and let the whole process take place since she was fairly certain they wouldn’t be doing anything else for the night, which was a shame. The one thing that kept running through her mind as she stood in the shower, soaking up the warmth and the experience, letting the whole thing settle inside of her, was the idea that they were expecting Will to be able to compete with that and right now, she knew that there was no way he was ever going to be able to compete.
Mike’s date had been fun and though it had been short, it was explosive, passionate, and fiery. There was nothing about any of those things she didn’t like or didn’t want from a relationship with her mate. She wanted all of those things and right now, she knew that Will wasn’t going to be able to deliver that to her. She knew he was going to be more sensitive and more kind to her and that it wouldn’t be nearly as fun or powerful or passionate. In fact, she was certain she was probably going to be bored for a huge chunk of the experience.
She leaned her head against the wall and smiled at the memories she had just made in the living room and the dining room. She wanted more of it and she wanted to have those experiences with Mike for the rest of her life. She let out a sigh and felt her fingers brushing against her clit, teasing her as she tried to picture him up against her, sweaty and begging for more that she was going to happily give him. She wasn’t going to stop and she wasn’t going to falter for him. That was something she was going to be more than willing to give him for the rest of his days. She was ready for that.
Opening her eyes, she smiled and turned off the water in the shower, letting the cool night settle over her as she stood in the warm little cocoon of the enclosed shower. She didn’t want to leave it and go back to her cold bed alone. She didn’t like the idea of sleeping alone, not after that fantastic night. Any other date that she had experienced would have been there with her in the bed, or waiting for her when she got out of the shower. She wanted that. She wanted the fairytale romance waiting for her when she got out.
Throwing open the curtain, she stepped out in to the steamy air, pleased it wasn’t that cold and wrapped herself in a towel and looked at the foggy mirror in front of her. There was something incredibly satisfying about all of this, regardless of the faults that she could pinpoint. She stared at her reflection as she wiped the fog away from the mirror and grinned at herself.
She didn’t need another date. She knew she wanted Mike more than anything else in the world. It was too bad for Will. There was never really a chance for him after he lost that coin toss. Mike had just been too good for her. It was all over now.