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"Don't act like you don't know
what kind of man I am ..."

- Sergey
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Chapter 12 - Oops Oh My

▪️N A T A S H A▪️

My heart felt like it wanted to leap out of my chest. I could not believe that Sergey had just agreed to give me an orgasm.

Though excited, I was aware that our setting was not exactly ideal, but I was not about to let that stop me. I did not care that it was the middle of the day or that we were sitting on a couch, within the private changing area of a bridal boutique where someone could walk in on us in any given moment.

No, all I could focus on was the sexy man that I was straddling.

"Fuck it! Alright, hold on!" Sergey had growled, his words stirring me further.

Without wasting any time, he shifted his body slightly while bringing his mouth to steal a lick of my right nipple while he simultaneously adjusted me on his lap. Before I could even fully process what Sergey was up to, in one fluid movement, he perfectly lined himself up against the crotch of my underwear.

Sergey skilfully positioned me over the prominent bulge of his manhood that was clearly visible at the front of his pants. I hissed at the contact, which was even more stimulating than before.

With this new angle, the ridge of his engorged head was now nudging directly over my swollen clit as he slowly moved his hips, testing the position.

Who knew that dry-humping could feel so incredible?

The soaked material of my underwear was now basically pushed into my slit, causing the smooth skin of my outer labia to flap over the clothed outline of Sergey's hardened length. The view looked so obscene yet erotic at the same time and the friction caused by each movement had my entire body quivering.

"Is this okay?" Sergey asked, his voice husky while he looked between my open legs.

"Perfect!" I panted.

At his concern for my comfort, I found myself being turned on even more. Although, I should not have been surprised by Sergey's behaviour. For as much as he was known for his rude and grumpy asshole demeanour, he was a man who held consent above all else.

When he raised his eyes back to mine, he said, "Last chance to back out..."

In response, I swirled my hips, rubbing myself against him and moaned, "Do your worst."

There was a rumble in his chest as I watched his pupils dilate. He then placed one hand on my left breast while his other went to my hip where he proceeded to resume moving me over him. Taking his time, Sergey leisurely dragged me over the length of his erection, stimulating my clit each time before he began to increase the pace of his thrusts.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned out.

My left hand tightened on his shoulder, my nails digging into him, while my right hand moved to the back of his head. The feel of his hair against the tips of my fingers was so tempting, I wanted nothing more than to pull his hair free.

He grunted and the sound almost had me climaxing right there and then. 

In a ravenous sort of way, he lowered his mouth to my chest once again, only this time he did more than just lick me. Pleasure overwhelmed my senses as his tongue teased my nipple and I watched as he closed his eyes while his mouth widened over my right breast.

In fact, Sergey sucked on more than just my nipple and it took me a few seconds to realise that his large mouth was seemingly trying to consume my entire breast.

It really was a shocking yet sexy sight.

I could not believe that Sergey had managed to almost get the entire thing into his mouth and from the sounds emanating from him, I shivered, knowing that he was thoroughly enjoying himself as much as I was.

When he abruptly pulled his mouth away, he left my entire breast glistening and I painfully ached for more. At my moans of encouragement, he turned his attention to the other side of my chest and attempted to do the same.

"Ah!" I cried out.

Sergey's lips, teeth, and tongue alternated between my breasts, driving me into a frenzy and my entire body hummed with the pleasure that it was experiencing. The way his teeth gently held on to my nipples while his tongue lashed against the tip had my hips bucking.

Unable to hold back any longer; I pulled at the black elastic tie holding his signature top knot, allowing his dark hair to spill free. Without pausing, I quickly wrapped the hair band around my right wrist before eagerly burying my fingers into the thick strands while I chanted his name.

At this, Sergey released my nipple to look at me.

It was common knowledge that his hair was off-limits and I knew that what I had just done was something forbidden but I just could not help myself. Especially if this was going to be the only time I would ever get to touch him like this, I wanted to make the most of the situation and was prepared for the consequences.

I was about to apologise when he spoke.

"If you're going to break the rules, you might as well do it correctly..." Sergey directed hoarsely.

"Huh?" I asked slightly confused.

Raising an amused eyebrow, he challenged, "You better hold on tight..."

Holy shit!

My clit throbbed at his command and in that moment, I felt strangely empowered as I did as was commanded and tightened my hold in his hair.

The Aelbank Russian mafia's second in command was taking time out of his busy schedule to give me an orgasm because I had asked for it. Not to mention the way his own body was responding to me, it made me feel good that I could arouse Sergey to the point of being almost breathless.

Here I was, dry humping this important and powerful man, drenching the front of his trousers with my arousal. I had never been this wet before and I was stunned that my body was capable of such a reaction.

Sergey's nostrils flared as his eyes looked down at his lap, "Fuck, you're making a mess..."

"I'm sorry!" I whimpered, feeling my climax building.

Moving his hand from my breast, he grabbed my hair before twisting some of it around his wrist.

A sudden cry spilled out from my lips as I felt my head being pulled back. The sudden movement had me arching my back to the point where it almost hurt but the pleasure flowing through my body overshadowed the pain and I found myself wanting more.

With a firm tug, Sergey commanded, "Don't ever apologise for doing something that feels good! Go ahead, Natasha, cum all over me!"

Doing as he instructed, I let myself go and ground down onto him more aggressively, the muscles of my abdomen tensing as I concentrated on my movements. In the quiet of the room, I could hear our combined breathing, harsh and ragged, and the slight squeaking of the couch only added to my excitement.

"That's it, beautiful, move those hips. Fuck yes, just like that..."

"Oh, Seryozha!"

Hearing him urge me on had my inner muscles clenching and my body trembled even more. I had not meant to use the diminutive form of his name, it just slipped out in the heat of the moment.

Sergey did not seem to mind though, for he murmured more soft words of praise while he kissed a trail up my torso.

The deep sound of his voice helped to push me closer to the edge and my body began to writhe uncontrollably against him. Our eyes locked and I found myself transfixed by the intensity of his gaze while the rhythm of his hips remained constant.

In this moment, Sergey's grey eyes did not have their usual cruel or callous glint, instead there was something in them that seemed almost soft, something that would not be usually found in a man like him, one built for brutality.

When another tremor wracked through my body, he snarled and broke our eye contact so that he could pepper kisses along my neck. My fingers tightened in his hair even more and he grunted in response while I felt him suck on an area that I did not even know could evoke such stimulating sensations.

Gasping, I cautioned, "Don't leave any marks!"

"Mmmnnn..." Sergey rumbled then dragged his teeth across my skin.

That was it, within seconds I was exploding.

My mouth opened in a silent scream while my entire body tensed in what was the best orgasm of my life. Sergey never stopped thrusting against me, allowing me to ride out my pleasure for as long as I needed until I slumped against him.

"That was quick..." Sergey whispered playfully before giving my neck one last kiss.

Releasing his hair, I gently smoothed it down while mumbling, "Shut up..."

His deep throaty laugh made me blush while I silently acknowledged that he had indeed given me the best orgasm I had ever experienced and in mere minutes at that.

While I worked on catching my breath, I felt Sergey's arousal twitch beneath me. The damp spot between us could not be missed and I felt slightly embarrassed that he had given me such pleasure while not receiving any for himself.

I began to lift myself, wanting to reciprocate, but his hand tightened on my waist, holding me in place.

"Let me return the favour," I said.

"Nyet, ni nada." Sergey shook his head, telling me that there was no need.

It was obvious that the reality of what just happened between us was slowly settling in for I could literally see Sergey's walls going back up. Which is why I did not push the issue.

Not wanting to make things awkward, I gave him a small smile and nodded before silently indicating that I wished to stand. Sergey released me and I quickly got off of his lap. The trembling of my legs, however, almost made me fall, but he quickly caught me around the waist.

"You good?"

"I am, thanks," I replied, surprised by how steady my voice was.

My eyes trailed to look at the front of his pants once more. Even though the material was dark, I knew that it was completely soaked and Sergey's arousal was clearly visible as the material seemed to stick to him.

Muttering something inaudible, Sergey roughly pulled his black shirt out of his pants so that it fell over the front. He then raked his hands through his hair before returning his gaze to mine, his stoic mask back in place.

"I'll be out front," was all he said before he turned towards the exit.

"See you back at the entrance," I answered then proceeded to pick up the discarded dress before rushing back into the dressing room.

Upon seeing myself in the mirror, my eyes widened.

Staring back at me was a woman whom I did not recognise. After hanging up the dress, I walked up to the large floor-to-ceiling mirror and scrutinized my body, slowly looking at my reflection from head to toe.

On top of my entire body being flushed and slightly sweaty, there were bruises on my hips and whisker burns along the curves of my breasts. But what really caught my attention was the love bite on the side of my neck.

"This man is unbelievable!" I muttered.

Even though I told him not to mark me, he still went ahead and purposefully did it anyway. Thinking back, I remembered him humming in acknowledgement and the realisation of what he had done had me feeling two things, exhilaration and annoyance.

The first one for obvious reasons, while the second one was due to him blatantly ignoring me knowing that it would irritate me.

Although if I was being honest with myself, Sergey must have known that I would not have truly minded being marked by him, as he would not have done such a thing if he really thought that I would have been upset.

Either way, I was not about to let him know how my insides tingled at what he had done. Particularly since I knew that he was not in the habit of leaving love bites, nor was I going to drive myself crazing questioning why he had left one on me.

I was thankful that I had cancelled many of my upcoming client appointments as that meant I did not need to hide the mark.

Humming softly to myself, I quickly took my mobile phone out of my handbag and swiped across the screen. I saw that there were a few messages from Jade and Litizia in our group chat but I momentarily ignored them while my fingers moved to Sergey's chat window.

Natasha:
"You left a hickey
on my neck!"

While I waited on his reply, I quickly answered to the group chat messages, letting Jade and Litizia know that I would fill them in soon. I then ran into the adjacent bathroom and did my best to freshen up.

My panties were ruined so I balled them up and wrapped it in toilet paper before putting them into a side pocket of my handbag. I was thankful that the dress that I wore today was long enough that I did not have to worry about flashing anyone. I was in the process of fixing my hair when my phone vibrated.

Quickly grabbing it, I could not help but smile when I saw that it was a message from Sergey. Although as I read his reply, I shook my head at the audacity of his response.

Sergey:
"Oh my! I did?
Oops..."

Natasha:
"What do you mean oops?
That was a very selfish thing to do."

Sergey:
"I warned you that I was
greedy and selfish...
Don't act like you don't know
what kind of man I am."

I scoffed as I read his reply, but he was right. I did know that kind of man he was. Which was why I could not find a fitting response for him. So, I simply typed three dots.

Natasha:
"..."

Sergey:
"Are you really upset about it?"

I stared at the screen for a few moments while deciding on what to say. I really was not that upset, more annoyed than anything, but I decided to be honest in my response.

Natasha:
"Yes and no..."

Sergey:
"That means no then...
Now hurry up and get dressed
or we'll leave without you 😏"

I gaped at the audacity of his reply before shaking my head. While grumbling to myself, I shoved my phone back into my bag without bothering to send a reply.

Glancing at my reflection one last time, I hated the fluttering I felt in my chest as I watched Sergey's black hair tie that I had placed around my right wrist earlier. The skin of my cheeks tingled as I blushed some more, knowing fully well that, as much as I did not want to, I was falling for this man. 

I never really understood the concept of love, but what I did know was that it would have been nice to find someone who could love and accept me for who I was. Unfortunately, though I thought that Sergey could be that person, I was not about to get my hopes up.

Honestly, as much as it pained me to acknowledge it, I was perfectly content to admire him from afar as I had been these past few months. But I would be lying if I said that I was opposed to having him pleasure me some more.

Sergey had given me a little taste of what it would be like to be with him. I was disappointed that he would not let me please him in return, for I was eager to have my hands upon his body.

"Ugh, he's such a tease!" I grumbled before exiting the room.

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A/N: Don't kill me... 😫

The Russian phrase "Nyet, ni nada" (net ne nada) means 'No, there is no need'.