Sophia’s POV
A WEEK LATER.
“Fuck, Ivan.”
His large hands caressed my skin, fingers running down the sides of my breasts, leaving a tingle in each trail. A soft sigh escaped my lips as my head dug deeper into the soft pillow.
“Please, touch me, please,” I begged.
He smirks, his rough hands reaching for my rock-hard nipples, teasing and tugging them. Sending pleasure up and down my spine.
I sucked in a deep breath when he pinched them. “Oh shit,” I moaned.
“You like that, don’t you?” He asks as he lets his hands slide down my body.
“My little slut, spread your legs for me, princess,” he commanded.
As if they had a mind of their own, my legs fell apart quickly on his command.
He moved between my legs and I watched his every move. They were his muscles flexed and the tattoos that adorn his body. God, he looks so fucking good it hurts. I could feel myself getting wetter and even more aroused. I ached up desperate for relief, friction, anything. I was out of my mind already and he’d just started.
I’ve come to terms with the fact that my body always wants him. My body responds better to only him. He owns my body.
He kissed and sucked my inner thighs, groaning in satisfaction and its vibration against my flesh sent thrills right to my pussy making it pulse with excitement. I spread my legs wider to give him room. I needed him to touch, fuck or suck me down there, but he was ignoring me, edging me on.
“Fuck, I-Ivan, p-please touch me…” I whined.
He pulled away from my thighs, climbed up my body and took a nipple between his teeth, and tugged on it, then he licked it before sucking on it as if his life depended on it.
I was a whimpering mess, moaning and begging him to fuck me into oblivion. He pulled back again, midnight blue eyes assessing my naked form.
“Tell me how you want it, Milaya.”
God, when he calls me that, I feel like there’s no one more beautiful or precious than me. That was dangerous.
I bucked up my hips to show him what I wanted, where I wanted him. “Play with my pussy, please,” I moaned.
His lips curled into a smirk as he watched me beg for attention. He held my thighs apart, looking right at my pussy. “Fuck, luchik, you’re so wet, so swollen, you’re such a dirty filthy slut, aren’t you? Want to be stuffed with my cock all the time, no?”
Fuck! I want him so bad. I needed him to do something.
“Ivan…” I whined.
He chuckled, as he lowered his head and gave my pussy a long lick. I let out a happy sigh of relief. Then he latched onto my clit suddenly, sucking it hard into his mouth. I cried out, thrashing my head from side to side on the pillow from the sudden pleasure. My hole, clenched, clamped, and pulsed around nothing. Needing attention, friction, needing to be filled up with something thick.
His mouth left my clit and next thing he was fucking me with his tongue. I fucked back on it, want it to go deeper, faster and harder. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched.
He lifted his head and chuckled. “You’re such a slut, princess. You look innocent, angelic, and young, but a wanton in bed. And I like it.” His fingers teased my clit while he talked, “You want my fingers don’t you? You want my fingers buried deep in your pussy? Hmm?”
I nodded rapidly. Too breathless to speak. Two long, thick fingers slipped into me, filling me up and I cried out at the satisfaction and fullness.
He let out a soft groan, thrusting his fingers faster, harshly in and out of me. His breathing was ragged and laboured as he watched the look on my face. Our eyes held for a long while, pleasure building up quickly and surely until I was certain I would explode into a million pieces.
Then he dipped his head and attacked my clit with his tongue flicking it so fast, I saw stars. “God! Ivan! !” I screamed.
I was too close. Too close to my orgasm. Pleasure bubbled inside me, surrounding me until everything around me disappeared into a blur and the only thing I could feel was his tongue and fingers.
Fuck, I’m com-
Knock, knock. A loud thud on my bedroom door pulled me out of my fantasy as I flung my vibrating dildo across the room in panic.
“Who the fuck is that!” I barked. I was so close to coming. Fuck! My fantasy was going well too. God, I was sexually frustrated.
“Uh, I’m really sorry, but I’ve been knocking over and over. You uhmm… seemed…busy,” Leah, the housekeeper’s voice called out from the other end.
Embarrassment heats my face, I hadn’t realized I was loud. What was I turning into?
I quickly put on my nightgown and opened the door. “What is it?” I asked.
She looked flustered and really uncomfortable. She must have heard enough. I put up a bold stance, refusing to look as embarrassed as I felt.
“Good morning, Miss Sophia. Your father has requested your immediate presence in his study. He said it was an order,” She says with a tight smile.
What does he want now? We’ve barely spoken since our last conversation a week ago.
“Alright, thanks for letting me know, Leah. Please inform him I’ll be with him shortly after I freshen up.” I turned away from the door and headed to my bathroom.
As I stepped under the warm shower, I couldn’t help but think of why he’d sent for me. I wondered what could be so important on a Saturday morning.
After I’d showered and gotten dressed, I went downstairs to his study to meet him.
I’d knocked five times before his gruff voice came, “Come in, Sophia.”
I entered and locked the door behind me.
He lifted his eyes from all the documents scattered in front of him and held mine tensely. “What took you so long? It’s been over thirty minutes since I sent for you.”
“Sorry, Dad. I had to freshen up.”
He grunted a reply, “Sit.”
“Why have you asked to see me?”
He says nothing for a moment as his eyes examine me, his palms clasped together as he leans back in his seat.
“We will be having lunch with very important guests today. This would benefit the business and help you even while I’m no more. So go and get ready to leave with me,” he said casually as he took out a cigarette.
“Who are they?” I asked, not liking this whole sudden discussion, but if he says it benefits the business. I’m in.
“Don’t ask me questions, young woman. Just do as you’re told, leave, we have to get going soon.”
Oh, fuck you. I said inwardly as I stood up and left.
THE LUNCH.
We are seated in a very fancy Chinese restaurant. They had chosen a private spot with closed doors.
And by “they” I’m talking about my dad, Duke of Edinburgh, and his son, Harry.
Well, Harry was nice to look at, his chestnut hair, sky-blue eyes(which were a stark contrast from the dark blue ones that assaulted my every waking thought), and well-trimmed stubble had him looking more than average. I guess that’s my compensation for sitting at this boring lunch where all the older men did was go on about games and business and not what we were here for.
Well, I actually don’t know what we are here for apart from what Dad had told me in the morning.
“Hi,” Harry said softly, breaking the awkward silence, while our dads just chatted on.
Awww, cute and polite, how sweet.
But you do prefer the dangerous, dominant, and cruel man though. The voice in my head mocked and I shoved it aside.
“I’m Harry.”
I laughed a little. “Of course, I know who you are, Harry. Almost everyone does.” I flash him a sweet smile. “I’m Sophia,” I added, for courtesy’s sake.
“I see you two soon-to-be-wed are getting along just fine.” I heard Dad say from beside me.
My brain staggered as it struggled to comprehend what Dad had just said.
“I’m sorry, soon to be what now?” I asked my voice a little higher than normal.
“He is going to be your husband, we’ve discussed and made the arrangements.”