Sophia’s POV: Stay here with me tonight
I was bored out of my damn mind, I might start talking to the wall. I’d never gone this long without a phone, a TV, or any means of communication and entertainment.
If I don’t get out of here anytime soon, I might go crazy. But I couldn’t even plan an escape mission. I’d gone back to the bathroom window to inspect it properly and I discovered that it was useless.
Maybe if you tried harder, you would have been long gone by now. The voice in my head mocked, but I ignored it.
If Father doesn’t come for me, then I’ll have to say goodbye to my freedom. I wondered if he was worried about me. Would he finally realize that I’m his only child and he’s supposed to love and care for me?
I knew the answers to these questions, but I’d like to think he’s worried sick and doing everything he can to save me.
2:15 am
The rattling of keys woke me up with a start. My heart dropped to my stomach as panic gripped me.
I must have slept throughout the day because it was midnight. No one came in here by this time, so it was eerie and strange. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest, what if one of the guards was trying to take advantage of me?
Fuck, no one here would care or help me. This can’t happen to me again please, it’s been years and I don’t want to relive that pain.
I sat up fast as the intruder entered. I recognized the figure almost immediately.
Ivan?
I let out a sigh of relief, “It’s the middle of the night, Ivan. You scared me,” I said with irritation. I didn’t think he’d try to take advantage of me, though. Somehow… I trusted him.
He stared at me for a moment, dark blue eyes assessing me thoughtfully, “I’m sorry,” he said remorsefully. And I nearly choked on my spit.
Okay, I’m being dramatic.
But he’s sorry? Did he know I was panicking?
Not everyone is like your asshole father who couldn’t protect you, Sophia. The voice in my head said.
He walked toward me, “I might be an asshole, but I’d never take advantage of a woman. Besides I prefer it when you’re awake and responsive, begging for more,” he smirked.
“Why?” I asked.
“What do you mean, princess?” He asked this time his thumb was caressing my left cheek.
“Why do you keep trying to fuck me?” I could feel my neck heating up.
“Because you make my dick hard and I get what I want. You feel the same way, so why not? Why should we deny ourselves what we truly want?”
My cheeks felt hot and I knew I’d turned red, “How do you know what I want? You’re not me.” His lips curled at my weak attempt at lying.
“Luchik, your desire was evident since I first saw you that night at the restaurant. Your breath hitches when I’m near you, even right now.” As if to prove his point, he touched my lips and my breath hitched. His eyes glint with satisfaction.
“Take these, they are yours.” He drops two big bags on the bed, I hadn’t noticed them in my state of panic when he came in.
I opened the bag, it was filled with some clothes, undies, deodorants, everything a girl needed, and… pads.
I’ve been here for almost two months, of course, I free-bled during my last period, I didn’t think anyone would care. I thought the next one would be that way… but Ivan. He didn’t have to but he did.
“Thank you for these,” I said, making sure he saw my sincerity. He nodded in response, now stroking my hair, and I know this might be a stretch but I asked anyway, “There’s something I need though.”
He laughs out and it softens his hard edges, making him more gorgeous than ever. “This isn’t your daddy’s castle, princess,” he said with a smirk, taunting me. “You can’t keep requesting things, you are a captive, remember?”
I scoffed at that, “I’m not asking for the world, just basic things for human survival, which YOU took away from me,” his face was expressionless now, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he pissed? “Please, Ivan. I just want something to keep me entertained, I’m losing my mind due to boredom.”
“You’re not here to be entertained.”
“I know, but hear me out. I just need some novels, a TV, or a tablet, please,” I pleaded.
His eyes locked with mine, turning my insides to a mush, so I looked away. Ignoring the way my stomach flipped.
“I have a proposition for you, solnyskho,” he said huskily.
“W-what do you want?” I whispered.
“I want to watch you make yourself come.”
My brows almost touched my hairline. Did he mean that?
“Y-you want to watch me masturbate?”
“Yes,” he said casually, then moved to sit on a chair, facing me. “But we will watch each other make ourselves come, princess.”
I don’t know if I can do that, I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before and I’ve always felt like it should be done in secret.
Yet, I was already wet, I felt slick moisture between my thighs, and every little movement made my clit pulse happily. Fuck I was so turned on, but also vulnerable and exposed. Masturbating was intimate to me, it was a private time for me to carry out my fantasies.
But I needed to make this deal with him so he could get me a book or something.
“Ok.” I stood up and undressed, while he takes off his belt and released his long, thick, uncut cock. I was mesmerized. And the smirk on his face was an indication that he knew I liked his cock.
I stretched out on the bed, facing him, watching him while he fondled his cock.
“Let me see your pussy, malen’kiy tsvetok. Spread your legs and touch your pussy for me,” his voice came out husky, drenched with lust.
And I liked that I affected him this much, I liked that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I did as he’d asked. I spread my legs as wide as they could go, and I began teasing and circling my swollen, drenched, and sensitive clit. Ivan let out a low growl.
My eyes dropped to his cock, he was stroking it, his tattooed forearm flexing as he pumped the giant rod. Fuck, he looked gorgeous, he could be a sex god.
I kept teasing and rubbing my clit as I reached up to my nipples, tugging and pinching it, just the way I liked it.
“Fuck, such a dirty little slut,” he crooned. “Your greedy pussy keeps clenching, want me to stuff my cock in it?”
I nodded. My clit throbbed and pulsed in excitement as my pussy got wetter. His dirty talks would be the end of me
I watched him stroke his cock from the base to tip, squeezing it. His thick, red head, peeking out of the foreskin. A bead of pre cum appeared on its tip and he smeared it all over the head.
I licked my lips. I wanted to taste him so bad that it was driving me crazy.
He seemed to have read my mind and he chuckled. “Want me to fuck your throat with my cock? Make sure you can’t speak for days?”
“Fuck, Ivan,” I moaned. My fingers moved faster, heat washed all over my body as it settled in my abdomen, my pleasure climbing.
His cock was dripping with more precum. I imagined all that thickness drilling, wrecking, and splitting me. I moaned loudly as my pussy rapidly clenched around nothing.
I was so close that my movement became unstable, my legs vibrating. I could feel myself about to explode. Fuck I’m going to come.
“Stop!” He ordered.
I almost sobbed, “Ivan, please I’m so close,” I whined.
“Stop or our deal is off.”
And I did, I was shaking with arousal, so fucking turned on, I felt drunk.
He walked to the bed, “Kneel. Take my cock into your mouth. Show me how hungry you are for it.”
And I moved like lightning, I desperately wanted his cock in my mouth. I want to be on my knees choking on it.
“Good girl, so eager for it. My little cockslut.”
He gripped the base of his cock, his hands on my head as he shoved his thick length down my throat.
“Fuck, solnyskho, your mouth,” he praised. And I wanted to please him more than ever.
His warm salty taste made me dizzy with arousal. “Look at me,” he ordered. And I complied, locking my eyes with his midnight blue ones.
“That’s it, I want to see tears streaming down your cheeks while I wreck your throat,” he said, picking up his pace.
He fucked my throat with so much force, making me gag around his head. His thrusts became uncoordinated and I knew he was close. I relaxed my jaw to take him deeper and he came down my throat in a loud growl.
Then he lay down on the bed, “Come sit on my face. Fuck yourself on my tongue, use it to your satisfaction.”
And I did, I rode his tongue like I was possessed. He stuck two fingers inside me and my orgasm hit me like a truck, I blacked out for a minute.
When I regained my senses, he was stroking my hair, holding me closely. He had cleaned me up also.
I couldn’t resist, “Stay here with me tonight, please,” I sounded desperate and vulnerable, but fuck it.
He nodded in agreement, “Goodnight, princess.”