Page 45 of Cookie: Part One
“It is now.”Father God in heaven, what am I supposed to do when you make men like this?
When Misha finally pulls out and tosses the blanket that was around us somewhere, I see him pull off his half-unbuttoned shirt, never taking his eyes off me as he climbs in beside me, dipping the bed so much my body rolls to him on its own.
“Ah!” He catches me, scooping me into his arms, leaning over me, chest brushing mine as he props himself on one arm. His lips graze my ear, kissing lower. “W-wait, Misha, wh—” he raisesa brow at me and I sputter out a breath.” I… m-mean Master… a-are we d-doing it again?”
“Vhat? Did you zhink I vas going to be done after a taste, Pechenye?”he murmurs, voice low and rough with hunger. My belly flips watching the moonlight pool around him, almost making his grey eyes glow. My breath catches and my heart thumps, feeling like I’m in a furnace.
“I…I’m sorry Master I made a mistake…” I whisper with excitement, nut pouring out of me because I should have known there was no damn way he would be done after that. I swallow as he rips my shirt off, sucking my tender nipples.
He trails between my thighs, kissing them. I pant, feeling a glob of cum slip out of me, leaving him to run his tongue over my pussy, scooping it up.
“Da, you did. Now let’s learn ze real rules. If your Master demands you spread zhat pussy like good girl…” He raises a brow and my heart squeezes with want.
I wheeze, out of breath. Looking down at him, I really feel like my heart is going to explode, but I don’t have time to die right now. I pant, biting my lip, opening my legs, and he grabs them by the knees, making my knees touch my shoulders.
“I open my pussy as my Master demands without question.” I pant and he snarls, and I swear it rattles the windows before leaning down going on what looks like all fours truly looking like a bear. And in my delusion my heart damn near stops when Iswear I see his tongue elongate as he dips is sliding it so deep in my pussy my eyes cross and my back arch off the bed.
“Good girl now let your Master clean you up. I plan on taking my time tonight.” He hums and I pause, shaking.
“W-what about Grandpa Viktor?” I ask and he cocks his head to the side.
“Vhat about him?” he questions, sliding his tongue in my pussy.Well damn…I run my nails over his shoulders and lose my mind in him all night like I swore I wouldn’t.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CONSTANCE
“Are you sure you don’t vant to come, Connie?” Alik pouts.
“Our parents vill miss you.” Pyper takes my hands and I chuckle.
“No, I’m fine. I’m going to chill here. There is so much to explore,” I tell him, and they both start pouting. However, I can’t help it… I want to put an appropriate distance between Alik and me. Considering what went down two days ago, he’s been the same sweetie pie as usual, but I don’t think seeing him right now is a good thing… honestly it might sting.
Not only that, but Misha and I have been not only fucking like bunnies anytime I’m not with Pyper or Alik… but… I feel more than a lil sum sum brewing between us, and I want to find a way to navigate these feelings I’m having without others swaying me to one side or another.
And today is the perfect day to do that since Misha is out with Pakhan, handling something for his engagement.God, justsaying that makes me sound crazy as fuck for dealing with this man. However, for some reason, even though I know it’s wrong, I can’t let him go.I want to think about what I would have to face if things progress… and today is a rare day alone in this big ass house to explore and think.
“Fine, but make sure to keep your phone on you. Ve’re going to do somezhing vhen vee get back.” Alik smiles as they walk off and I wave them off, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it.
“Finally! Some alone time!” I giddily skip off in some random direction because this house is a maze and I love wherever it takes me.
Honestly, this place is insane. I pause by a massive stained-glass window with images of polar bears. It’s a welcome reprieve from the other images I sprinted past, depicting a hunting scene that looked like one woman being chased by hundreds of creatures.What in the hell kind of crazy art is this?
I’m staring at the stained glass window and I chew my lip, mind already on the one man who I can’t seem to get out of my head…Misha…
Being with him is like living in a high-definition porno with a crazy ass plot. It’s heavy on the “I came for the porn and stayed for the pornandplot” type shit. Everything since meeting the Bershovs is more vivid, more complicated, and infinitely more interesting. But interesting doesn’t always… or ever, mean easy.
And I, Connie, want to live an easy life, so why the fuck am I falling head over heels for a man… forpeoplewho were supposed to be nothing but quick fucks for me?
I pull out a scrap of paper and a pen from my pocket and crouch down on the floor, using the back of my iPhone as a clip board. I draw a line down the center of the paper… yes I could have used my phone, but I find that I have more clarity when I’m writing, and I need that or a bitch will be too biased and be thinking about that clari-D.
Nope… I need to focus.Proson the left,Conson the right. I don’t expect a clear answer, just an airing of the evidence that I’m not insane for falling for this man…
The Pros
TheAha!Factor:This is the heavy hitter, the reason I stay. Mishaseesme. Not just the pragmatic Connie, the one who pays her taxes early, but the slightly messy, fiercely loyal, deeply introverted woman who dreams in spreadsheets and watercolor. He makes me not think. It’s terrifying, but I love it. With him I can just BE.
