He grips my ankle and pulls one leg long and then the other until I’m on my belly. Then he rolls me over and takes my lowered panties off.
I figure he’s going to have sex with me, and I’m getting ready to ask if he has a condom, but instead, he parts my legs and pushes my knees up, settling between them.
“Oh!” I clutch his head when he licks into me, pulling his hair with the glory of it.
He lifts his face. “Quiet.”
“Sorry, sorry!” I whisper-pant. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“You don’t have to come,” he tells me, tracing his tongue around the inside of my labia.
“I will,” I threaten, my inner thighs starting to shake and shiver.
I chase his mouth with my hips, desperate for more. He penetrates me with his tongue, but it’s not enough. I pull his mouth against me, seeking more. He finds the spot that drives me wild–is that my clit? How embarrassing that I don’t even know. All I know is that it’s driving me crazy.
Adrian screws one finger inside me, then another. He pumps them in and out while he continues to lick and suck what must be my clit.
I don’t realize I’m crying out until Adrian lifts his head and growls, “Cover your mouth, Kateryna.”
I slap a hand over my mouth as a feverish heat flushes over me. And then I come. It’s momentous. Monumental. Mind-blowing.
By far the best orgasm I’ve ever had. My internal muscles clamp down on his fingers and pulses of energy shoot down my inner thighs, straight to the soles of my feet where my toes curl. My pelvis jumps and shakes and rocks on the bed. Adrian never stops flicking his tongue over my most sensitive nub while he pumps his fingers in and out.
I let out a long low moan as I come down the other side of it, my belly shaking, my knees flapping against Adrian’s shoulders.
“No more,” I whimper because it’s suddenly too much. Terribly intense. I feel like I’m flying and also like I need to cry. Oh wait–I am crying.
He stops immediately, slipping his fingers out and stroking my thigh with one of his large hands. “Blyad’. What happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I gasp, rolling to my side to hide my face in my hands. Embarrassing!
He clasps my shoulder. His hand is warm and comforting. I like it far too much.
“It’s good. It was so good,” I reassure him.
“This is the molly?”
“Yeah.” I nod and sniff. It’s real. The experience is real, the emotions are real. They’re just heightened. Amplified.
He moves away, which is both relieving and disappointing. I hear the click of something, but I don’t look, I’m too lost in my own world. He brings me another glass of water and puts me under the covers. “Go to sleep now, dietka.”
I’m not sleepy, but I’m completely wrung out, so I take his advice and close my eyes.
I’m totally blissed out. Relaxed.
I let sleep seep in, never guessing that in the morning I would wake tied to the bed with a gag in my mouth.
That standing above me would be the guy I thought was a prince the night before, taking photos of me in a compromised position with his phone.
Adrian
I wait until Kat is sound asleep, then I grab her purse and search it. She has a bottle of CBD gummies. That could come in handy. Especially for getting her onto the ship–a problem I haven’t solved yet.
I take the phone out of her bag and bring it to the kitchen with the laptop Dima gave me. I text Dima for assistance. He calls immediately. I pick up in a hushed voice, but Kat doesn’t even stir.
“I have the girl,” I tell Dima in Russian. He’s the only one I’ve been in contact with about my plans, and that’s because I need him. I don’t want to involve the rest of my cell. This isn’t their fight.
“I thought you weren’t grabbing her until tomorrow.”
“Plans changed,” I say simply. “I have her phone shut off to avoid tracking. What do I do now?”
Dima walks me through disconnecting the location tracker then opening the phone up to search for any additional trackers. I don’t find any, which seems careless on Poval’s part. “All right, now connect the phone to the laptop, so I can access all the data.”
I do as Dima instructs.
“Turn it on, and I can grab everything.”
I power the phone back up and watch the screen run through a series of download commands and lists of files scrolling rapidly. While it’s working, I thumb through her contacts.
“She has Papa listed in her contacts,” I tell Dima.
“Beautiful. Let me see.” I hear the clack of keys as he accesses the information. “I’ll try to trace it to a location. It might be a while.”
The upload to Dima’s system ends. “Now what?” I ask.
“Now you destroy that phone.”
“How will I send him the message that I have her?”
“I can send messages using her number that will route from random servers across the globe. Are you ready to send one now?”
I consider. I took a photo of her when she was hiding her face and crying after her orgasm. It showed her bare, reddened ass red and without context, definitely looked non-consensual. Like she was suffering, not riding the high of orgasm.
I glance over at her sleeping form on the bed. I could easily get some more photos that appear compromising right now and send them over.
But the moment I send them, the hunt for Kat will begin, and I can’t get on that cargo ship for thirty-some hours. It will be harder to keep her hidden here, so close to her home.
“Not yet,” I tell him. “Can I just text the message to you when I’m ready?”
“That works. Listen, Adrian…”
“Da?”
“Ravil wants you to report. He said you’re not answering his messages.”