Strings and Schemes

Chapter 34

I needed this. Needed him. Needed to turn off my feelings for just a second longer.

The weight of the night, the pressure of my parents, the suffocating inevitability of whatever was coming next—I didn't want to think about any of it.

I just wanted this.

His hands slid down my back, his touch setting my skin on fire. I straddled his lap without thinking, his breath hitching as I pressed myself flush against him.

"Raina—" His voice was a rasp against my lips, his hands gripping my waist, as if torn between grounding me and losing himself in me.

"I'm not trying to use you," I reassure him, "I just need you to be here for me in this way, even if it makes no sense and even if we both know the better option is to talk about it - I just want to be numb with you about it; we can talk about it tomorrow. Just help me...feel."

He exhaled sharply, then pulled me closer, his lips claiming mine with a desperation that matched my own.

Outside, the city blurred past, the embassy shrinking into the distance. For now, none of it mattered. For now, it was just us.

He kisses me torturously, teasing me with the exact kind of mind games I need after the fuckery that was that dinner. I groan into him as he laces his hand through my hair and pulls it back to expose my neck; he delicately licks his tongue up my neck, reaching my ear before sucking on my ear lobe with just enough pressure to make my skin ignite with fire and ice.

He smirks, hearing my breath hitch.

"You want to turn off the feelings?" He baits me

I nod ferociously, "Please."

"Fine, but we're doing this my way." He tempts. I nod, giving into him. Unable to think of anything that sounds better than letting him lead.

He takes the opportunity to straddle my lap and lean his head down to touch his lips against mine, kissing me with a need that hadn't been there before. Like his body craved mine the way mine craved him. His tongue dancing with mine, leaving me wanting more. I groan into him, trying to coax him to speed up; but he doesn't budge. He keeps me on the edge of wanting more until I'm a hot sweaty mess underneath him, all from his kisses and touch.

"Please," I beg.

He smiles into his last kiss before indulging me, "there's the magic word - you knew it all along, Jaan."

"You just love making me beg." I grunt, irritated as hell.

He smirks, "I've never seen you complain at the end of a session where I've made you beg for me."

"Egotistical bas-" he stops me by putting his finger against my lips.

"I'd stop while you're ahead, love."

Every parts of me wants to fight, wants to argue - but all I can do is shut up and enjoy whatever his plan is.

He catches my eye, while he slowly drops to his knees in front of me, pushing my silk dress up so it pools around my waist before he opens my legs quickly. Only to find I'm not wearing any panties.

His eyes glaze over in appreciation, a low primal hum leaves his body.

"Oh my god - Raina." He groans.

I smile, "we both had tricks up our sleeves."

He nods, staring straight at the most sensitive part of me, mouth slightly agape, before recovering and catching my eye as he dips down and starts working me with his tongue. Eyes locked, daring me to look away. But I can't. The image of him on his knees in front of me, taking care of me like that is enough to make me unravel.

My breathing turns from rhythmic to a pant within minutes and I'm failing to grip onto the seat as his eyes lure my orgasm from the depths of my soul. He reaches for one of my hands to soothe the struggle and I lace my fingers through his as he slows down his pace, gently bringing me to the brink.

I can barely keep it together as I whisper, "please."

He pulls away, "no."

I gasp, a small shrieking noise leaving my lips. I reign it back in as best as possible before he returns to his labour, before I am panting and crying for him to let me meet my bitter end. But he doesn't relent, he doesn't say yes, he doesn't tell me I'm a good girl, or that he wants me to let go and let him take care of me. He's torturing me in only a way he knows how, and only a way I would ever let him do.

I am sticking to the seats by the time he pulls away from my core and sits on the seat next to me, a slight smirk on his face before he finally says.

"Ride me."

I almost explode from the words before grabbing a condom out of his pants pocket and unrolling it onto his length.

He pulls me on top of him and I ride him, fast at first, chasing my orgasm before he slows me down with his hands on my hips, tutting.

"Now Raina, why would you try to rush after I just put so much effort into getting you to ride the wave?"

My mind stills, I feel embarrassed in the way that makes no sense and makes me only want to follow his lead more.

"Go slowly, take your time." He commands.

I slow my roll, rolling my hips forward onto him, my clit grinding into him as he slowly moves his hips with mine. So slowly I feel like I'm going to die.

He smirks at me, watching my face flush with want and need. I'm giving him everything he wants, this was exactly the kind of night he had planned for when we got back to my apartment.

He kisses me, pulling me down onto him harder, my hips crashing into him like waves as I barely keep it together. He lifts me ever so slightly by the hips stopping me from grinding into him fully and a whimper leaves my lips.

He smirks, but I can see the effect this is having on him too. I pulse my walls against him, trying to pull the orgasm from him and his eyes widen knowing I've pulled out the big guns.

"Two can play that game, hmm?" I smirk. I can see the fight in him, wanting to keep control, but I can see another part of him - growing with need, unable to keep the orgasm away from himself any longer.

We crash our hips into one another until we're both panting, moaning messes, until we finally give into one another. All thoughts of the diplomatic dinner gone wrong a thousand years behind us.

He kisses me hard while slowing my roll on his dick, making me savour the aftershocks of the feeling of him. I groan into him as he pushes me into a back to back orgasm bliss while kissing him.

"I -" I start to speak without noticing. "L-"

I stop myself, realizing the words on the tip of my tongue.

"Look - " I correct myself, "We're just outside of my apartment."

He kisses me hard and I ignore any looks coming his way as he pulls out of me gently, unrolling the condom and throwing it in the mini garbage can in the limo in an act of defiance before pulling me out by my hand and up to my flat.