Hello everyone. So I have gotten some wonderful feedback from everyone so here's the next chapter. I finished it quicker than I thought. I had some major inspo from Vampire Academy with this scene, and even used some direct quotes from the book. Re-imagining everything is hard, but I think I have finally decided where I want this little story to end up.
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POP QUIZ
It was Tuesday and I had this stupid project due in Animal Behavior. What once use to be my favorite class was now a nuisance. I didn't want to be working on a project I wanted to be with Guardian Belikov again.
Since our last encounter Friday, he was back to ignoring me. It annoyed the shit out of me. So for the past two days I sat in the front row of his class, in a skirt, with no panties. I made sure to give him a nice show all throughout class. Sitting with my knees apart knowing he could see how wet I was for him. The sound of his velvet voice speaking in fluent Russian did naughty things to my girly parts.
Though he never let it show on his face I could tell I affected him the same way. No one else could tell, but I could. I could read his eyes. To me they were so expressive, they spoke to me. Telling me exactly how he felt and what he wanted in that moment. Instead of planning my next outfit to seduce Guardian Belikov I was in a dusty old lounge talking about Wolves with Jesse Zeklos.
Once upon a time this situation would have been the highlight of my week. I could tell Jesse could care less than I did about this project. The way his hand kept running up and down my thigh. Or that despite the fact we were the only two on this huge couch he chose to sit right next to me, leaning in close to my ear every time he spoke.
He wanted me.
But I wanted Guardian Belikov.
I rubbed my thighs together at the thought of him. Long. Lean. Tan. Dominant. I never thought I'd like a man who was so dominant, but then again, I never really had been with a man. Only boys like Jesse.
I looked at him then, and realized by pressing my thighs together he had gotten the impression that I was in the mood to do more than this project.
"Rose," Jesse started pushing our books from the couch. I wrinkled my nose at my name. I longed for that deep sexy voice calling me Miss Hathaway. "You didn't really come here to study with me, did you?" He pushed my hair from my shoulder and leaned down to whisper the question in my ear, like Guardian Belikov once had. Unlike him Jesse wasn't as smooth and experienced. His voice was too high and not at all as sexy. I tried to shake all thoughts of Guardian Belikov from my mind before I grew even wetter.
"Um, why else would I be here?" My voice sounded flat and bored and I suddenly felt bad. This was a typical hook up spot for us. It had been weeks since I was last with Jesse. Poor guy probably didn't understand the change in me. Of course, he thought we were here for more than just working. I rolled my eyes internally for not picking up on that to begin with.
"Jesse I—" I stopped when his hand made its way under my skirt and his fingers were brushing against my bare pussy.
"No panties," Jesse said with a knowing smirk. "That's two days now." His fingers dipped between my folds gathering wetness. I was too stunned to speak. "I've noticed you Rose. I've seen you the past two days in these skirts without panties. I know what you want." I rolled my eyes at that.
Fuck me. My plans had seriously backfired instead of just turning on Guardian Belikov I had inveterately turned on Jesse as well. How the fuck had he even noticed? Now he thought I was somehow doing all of this for him.
His lips were on mine before I could verbalize those thoughts. And damn, he wasn't Guardian Belikov, but he was a damn good kisser. My body pressed against him without my consent. And to my surprise I didn't protest when he removed my shirt, exposing the black lacey bra underneath. I was already so turned on by the mere thought of Guardian Belikov that I couldn't help myself.
And that's when the door crashed open.
We sprang apart. I was ready to handle a fellow student or even a dorm matron, but what I was not ready for was Guardian Belikov.
He burst into the room like he'd expected to find us. One look at him and I could tell he was furious. In a blink of an eye he was across the room and jerked Jesse up by his shirt, nearly holding the Moroi off the ground.
"What's your name?" Barked Guardian Belikov.
"J-Jesse sir. Jesse Zeklos sir."
"Mr. Zeklos, do you have permission to be in this part of the dorm?"
"No, sir"
"Do you know the rules about male and female interaction around here?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I suggest you get out of here as fast as you can before I turn you over to someone who will punish you accordingly. If I ever see you like this again" —Guardian Belikov pointed to where I cowered, half-dressed, on the couch— "I will be the one to punish you. And it will hurt. A lot. Understand?"
Jesse swallowed, eyes wide. None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I rolled my eyes at his spinelessness. What a turn off.
"Yes sir!" Jesse called as he practically ran out of the door.
I huffed and rolled my eyes. I don't know why I ever found him attractive in the first place. With my, apparently, raging hormones now in check. My mind was clear. I realized Jesse wasn't as attractive as before. None of the boys my age were. The only man I thought of now was Guardian Belikov. It was like going from ramen noodles to fine dining. I may have let Jesse kiss me and get me half naked, but that was only because I had been thinking about Guardian Belikov. About his hands on me, lips kissing me, his cock filling me. I pressed my thighs together again turning myself on once more.
A growl startled me from my dirty thoughts. When I looked up Guardian Belikov stood there with a fire in his eyes that consumed his features. Gone was his mask. He was pissed and didn't care if I knew. Other than his growl he said nothing he just eyed me angrily.
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to twitch under his scrutinizing gaze, but I refused to do so. I would not let him see me squirm. "See something you like?" The words fell from my lips without my consent. What the fuck was with me today? I had zero self-control.
He took a harsh step toward the door and slammed it closed. I winced at the sound. So, he wasn't in the mood for jokes. I noted. "I see something that is mine," he growled his gaze back on me.
Oh, goody he was back to staring me down.
"What do you think it means when I tell you that you are mine?" He took another step toward me with that, his hand fiddling with his belt buckle.
"I—I don't—what are you doing?" I stuttered, eyeing him as he unbuckled and removed his belt from each loop of his black pants.
Was he about to spank me with that? Oh, fuck this was going to hurt.
"Stand up," his voice was low, but commanding. As much as I liked to piss him off by defying him now was clearly not the time.
I hesitated for only a moment before gingerly standing to my feet. I closed my eyes thinking he would bend me over but instead he grabbed my wrists. My eyes popped back open to see him looping the belt around both of my wrist and pulling to make sure they were tight. I opened my mouth with the intent of asking him to loosen it a bit but one look at his eyes had me shutting my mouth again.
"On your knees Miss Hathaway," he told me coolly, holding the end of the belt in one hand. I complied immediately, dropping to my knees before him. I knew what he wanted before he even asked. My fingers worked quickly to unbuckle his pants and free his cock. It was already hard and waiting for my mouth. I licked my lips, about to move them over it when a hand in my hair stopped me.
"Did you lick your lips before you sucked his cock too?" His eyes were hard as he spoke.
My mouth dropped open but words wouldn't come out. This was why he was so mad? Because he thought I was fucking Jesse? Why would he even care? Before I could ask a single question, his cock was shoved into my mouth. I realized this whole time I had been sitting there mouth wide open.
"I told you what would happen if you left your mouth open," he grunted as he roughly thrusted into my face. I tried to brace my hands on his leg but he yanked them away with the belt and only forced himself into my mouth further. "Did you get on your knees for him too? Let him fuck your face like a slut?" He growled the questions at me, but obviously, he didn't expect an answer. My mouth was too busy being fucked.
I gagged when his free hand push my face down over his length, my nose pressed against his pubic bone. "Is this how you gagged around his cock too? The same way you do mine?" He pulled my head back and I gulped in air. "Answer me," His grip tightened on my hair.
"No sir!" My voice was horse from his abuse. "I didn't suck his cock." I tried to wrap my lips around his head again, but he held me back.
"I told you that you were mine Miss Hathaway. Did you not hear me?"
Oh fuck. I was in so much trouble. "Yes sir. I heard you."
"Then why did I find someone else touching what is mine?" He growled.
I didn't respond, there was nothing for me to say. I had let Jesse touch me. Fuck me. I wasn't even into it, I should have shut it down before it happened. So instead of responding I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his head. Suckling, and licking the sensitive tip of his cock. I heard an approving grunt from above me and continued the licking down his shaft. I tried to move my bound hands up to rub the length of his I couldn't get in my mouth but he continued to yank them down.
"Take in all of me," he demanded. My eyes widened but I didn't protest. I breathed through my nose and slowly took all of him in my mouth. His thick cock threatened to choke me, but I took quick shallow breaths through my nose whenever I could. Once he reached the back of my throat I gagged twice, but continued passed the discomfort until I had all of him in me.
His hand gripped my throat then and he pulled out of me sharply only to thrust back in just as quickly. My eyes started to water as he set his harsh pace, but I couldn't lie I loved every moment of it.
"Do I look like a man who shares Miss Hathaway?" There was a dangerous glint in his eye that I knew too well. He thrust into me once more before yanking on the belt. He directed me to stand up. "Turn around and bend over."
I bit my lip in anticipation. The back wall of the old lounge had multiple pipes from floor to ceiling, as I bent over the couch I eyed the rusty things. I gripped the back of the couch and waited for the feel of his palm against my ass as punishment, but the slap never came. Instead Guardian Belikov leaned against the couch as well but reached past me to the rusty pipe directly in front of me. My eyes widen as I watched him tie the belt in a complicated knot around the pipe.
"What are you doing?" I hoarsely gasped and yanked on the belt. My yanking had only caused the belt to tighten painfully around my wrist. I felt like a dog on a leash. I could move and twist my body in one spot but I couldn't distance myself any further than where I was.
Fuck I was growing wetter by the minute. I had no clue what was going on, but being tied up and helpless was a fantasy I had always had. Without a word, he moved behind me. I tried to twist around but his hand came down on my ass in warning. I got the message. Eyes front.
"Guardian Belikov please." I whimpered hearing the telltale sounds of clothes hitting the floor. He must be undressing I thought to myself. I jumped a little when I felt his hands on my back side pulling my skirt down to the floor.
"Oh, so now you want me?" He murmured still seeming to sound angry even though his voice was only a whisper.
"Always," I whispered back.
"Not when you were letting him touch you," his words were low and menacing. I squirmed and pulled on the belt a little, instantly regretting it when it tightened around my wrists even more.
"I didn't—" He smacked me hard across my ass cutting me off. I screamed at the sudden shot of pain. His fingers slipped between my thighs as he gently rubbed over my wetness.
"Mmmmm" I licked my lips and closed my eyes, moving with him. He leaned over me, his teeth biting on my earlobe.
"This" His fingers slipped inside of me and slid back out, "belongs to me." He remove his fingers from me and rubbed in slow circles over my needy clit as I felt my excitement begin to build.
"Yes" I moaned, my fingers around the belt.
"Say it" One of his fingers dipped back inside of me.
"It belongs to you." I breathed. He laughed.
"Your pussy belongs to me." His words melted me like butter. "Say it." He slipped a second finger inside of me as his other hand picked up massaging me.
"My pussy belongs to you." I repeated. I was willing to do anything for him not to stop. He worked my sweet spot with one hand as his fingers worked expertly inside of me.
"You want to come, don't you?" He asked in amusement.
"Yes sir," My legs quivered in need.
"Who makes you feel this good Miss Hathaway?" he asked his fingers working hard inside me.
"You do!" I cried gripping harder on the belt.
"Who is the only one who can make you feel like this?"
"Oh god, you! Only you Guardian Belikov" I could hear the wet sounds my pussy made with every pump of his fingers.
"Dimitri," He corrected. "Every time I allow you to cum tonight you will scream my name so you know exactly who this pussy belongs to. You understand?"
"Yes sir, may I please cum now?" Tears came to my eyes from exertion. I was working so hard on holding back my orgasm for him.
"Cum," he answered simply.
My eyes immediately rolled back as my pussy clenched hard, "Fuck, Dimitri," I screamed into my climax. Over and over I called his name as he continued to work my pussy. He slowed down once I stopped clenching around him, his fingers now lazily pumped into me. I rested my head on one of my arms as I panted.
"Does he make you cum like that? Is that why you were in here dressed like a whore for him?" Apparently, he was not done questioning me.
"No Sir. My pussy only cums like that for you." I replied honestly. No way had anyone come close to making me feel the things Dimitri had.
He stepped away from me letting his fingers slowly slip out of me. I immediately missed them. "Turn around and sit." I twisted at his command and sat on the couch. My arms were stretched above me still attached to the pole. It wasn't entirely comfortable as the belt constricted around my wrists, but I kept my mouth shut.
Dimitri shook his head at me and leaned down to rub my thighs. "Now that's not how you were sitting in my class this week is it?" My cheeks flushed. Slowly I open my legs wide for him giving him an excellent view of my pink pussy, still flushed from my previous orgasm. "Good girl," he rubbed the inside of my thighs gently. "I see you in my class in those short skirt, no panties, cunt dripping." His hands slid closer to my cunt at that, and I trembled. "Was that all for me or for the other boys?" His grip on my thighs tightened and I winced.
"For you. You make me so wet Dimitri. I wanted you to see how wet you make me." He seemed to approve of my answer and loosened his grip on me.
"I've been staring at your pussy the past few days, all wet and dripping for me, wondering how amazing it tasted.
My heart stopped.
Then sped up again in anticipation.
"Please taste me!" I begged like the greedy slut I was. I could only imagine the wonderful things his tongue could do. My body shook with excitement.
"I don't know…" My heart sunk at his words. I shook my head in protest, but he spoke again before I could. "Did you let him taste you tonight? Did he get to taste what is mine?"
"No Sir. My pussy is only for you to taste," I tried to wiggle myself closer to his face but this damn belt wouldn't let me move an inch. "Please," I resorted to begging again.
His hands separated my legs painfully. I was spread wider than I thought possible, but I welcomed the pain. I knew the intense pleasure that was ahead of me would make this worth it.
His tongue peaked out from between his lips and he gave me a long lick from my puckered hole to my clit. Slowly, his tongue began to lick me, from asshole, to pussy, then swirling around my clit. Once he made his way to the top, he circled my clit again and made his way back to my ass. He lapped up the juices, flowing from my needy cunt, hungrily.
The porn worthy moan I let out should've embarrassed me but I couldn't begin to care. His pink tongue peaked out again and swirled around my clit. I moaned like a bitch in heat as his lips enclosed my clit, suckling gently on the swollen bundle. His fingers curled inside me massaging the rough patch within me, causing me to squirm. His hand and wrist were dripping with my juices, and I couldn't bring myself to be embarrassed. My legs began to shake uncontrollably and I knew I would only last a few more seconds.
"Please, don't stop Dimitri. I'm so close." I begged desperately.
His fingers seemed to pick up speed at my request and his tongue was relentless on my clit. He took the bundle back into his mouth and sucked, gently flicking it with his tongue. My breath caught as my orgasm slammed into me.
I couldn't breathe.
I sat there helplessly bound, body trembling, pussy gushing, and mouth open in a silent scream. Dimitri didn't seem to notice, he just continued to work my hungry cunt until I begged him to stop.
"Please no more," I whimpered pathetically once I could breathe again. My head lolled to the side as I panted.
"You taste too fucking good," Dimitri grabbed hold of my chin and turned my face to meet his. "Taste yourself," he told me right before his lips met mine. I moaned at the salty taste of myself on his tongue. It turned me on just thinking of the immense pleasure he had just given me. I kissed him hard rubbing my body against his, the best I could with still being tied up, but I needed him closer. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him to me. He chuckled against my lips, but complied. Moving onto the couch on his knees. His hands moved to my ass and lifted me up, I squeezed him to me tighter.
"Mine," he growled as he swiftly entered me. I let my head fall back as the feeling of being filled washed over me. My poor pussy was so sensitive, but I needed more of Dimitri. "Say it." His lips moved to my neck as he slowly pumped in and out of me.
"I'm yours," I whimpered, needing him to speed up.
"Again."
"I'm yours," I said louder, but he kept his pace painfully slowly.
With a growl, I tightened my legs around him and twisted hard. Flipping us around so I was now in his lap, his head between my restrained arms. I sank down on his hard cock, throwing my head back. "I said I'm yours. My pussy is all for you. Oh Fuck." I cursed as his hips thrusted up to meet mine. His hand buried in my hair and pulled my head back sharply as he thrusted into me with wild abandon.
"Then show me," he demanded letting go of my hair. The man had probably ripped out half of the hair on my head with how much he pulled on it. When he let go he stop his thrusting and allowed me to continue to ride him. His cock rubbed me deliciously as I swiveled my hips above him, drawing out deep moans from Dimitri.
Fuck it felt so good to call him that. So, intimate. I couldn't help but moan his name like a mantra as I rode him. His grip on my hips was bruising but I didn't care. I rode him hard slamming myself onto his cock again and again. His face was between my bouncing breast. He had pulled them from my bra and was currently sucking on one nipple as he pinched and pulled the other.
"I'm so close," I cried.
One minute I was bouncing above him, and the next I wasn't. Dimitri had lifted me off him and bent me over the couch again, my ass in the air once more.
"Please don't stop," I pleaded, "I'm so close."
"Oh, I won't stop." His voice was hard.
"What—Ah!" I wailed as he entered my ass roughly. I was getting used to my ass being filled by him, but I wasn't prepared for this.
"The next time you want to let someone else touch what's mine," his pace was grueling and had me whimpering, "Remember. This. Moment." He thrusted into me with each word, for emphasis. A few more thrust later he came with a grunt and emptied himself inside of me.
I collapsed onto the couch shaking and panting with need. "Please," I whimpered.
He laughed humorlessly and shook his head as he pulled on his pants. "I should just leave you there like this all night."
My eyes widened. "You fucking wouldn't" I growled.
He sighed and pulled his shirt back on as well. "No. I wouldn't, but I should. Then maybe you would listen." Despite his words, he leaned over the couch and untied the belt. I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally freed my wrists and could put my arms down.
Before he rose from the couch he lowered his face to mine his hand cupping the back of my neck. "Who do you belong to?" He asked his breathe tickling my face.
"You," I said automatically.
It startled me for a moment, I hadn't even meant to say that. Had I? Regardless of my intent, the answer obviously pleased him and he bent down and pressed his lips firmly against mine. I could still taste myself on him and I moaned loudly into his mouth. I was still shaking with need since he left me high and not so dry.
He chuckled against my lips, kissed them once more then stood. "You are mine Miss Hathaway. Accept it. No other boy or man can make you feel the way I do." He left me then, like always.
I was really getting sick of his dramatic ass exists.
I growled in frustration and threw the nearest couch cushion at the door. I don't know who or what I was mad at, because he was right. No one made me feel the way he did. I wanted to be his but what the fuck did that mean? This was all for a stupid grade. One more session and I would have my A and where would that leave us?
I threw myself back on the couch in frustration and covered my face with my hands. What the hell was I going to do? After a few moments, I uncovered my face and looked at my wrist.
Fuck.
They were already beginning to bruise. Guess I had another week of long sleeves in my future.
For some reason that made me smile.
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