Chapter 17

Cassie's POV

I woke up on a hard surface, feeling warm and safe. I look up to see Cole still asleep and arms still secured around me. I smile and lean into his comfort, loving the sense of security I feel in his arms. The feeling of what I hope home feels like.

Home.

Oh, how I miss that feeling. A place where I can be me and free, without the constant need to look over my shoulder, or having to watch my back. I miss being able to make friends without worrying about getting too close. I miss doing what I love, being a lawyer. I miss my life, minus the whole Russian Mafia thing- obviously.

Feeling a little odd, I begin to reposition myself, only to feel something rock solid beneath me and I freeze.

Gulp.

There is no way it's that big, right?

I move my head to gaze at a sleeping Cole, completely unaware of the turmoil I'm facing in my head.

It's been 6 years, Cass. Cole is not him. You're safe with Cole, he'd never hurt you. He'd never intentionally make you feel uncomfortable, or feel like you have to do anything. You are not there. You are safe. You are free from them.

After my mini self prep talk, I gather up the courage to do what I want. To do what I desire.

I carefully peel away Cole's arms from around my body and slide down his, settling myself in between his legs. He's only wearing grey joggers, no boxers, so when I pull them down, his dick springs to life, as though it's reaching the surface after a long time of suffocation. 

My mouth salivates at the sight of the drop of pre-cum on his head, and without thinking, I take a firm grip on his thick - and I mean thick - girth and stick my tongue out, licking it off of his long length. This causes Cole to begin to stir awake, and before he can wake up and object - telling me I don't need to - I wrap my lips around him. 

With my head bopping up and down at a slow pace, Cole wakes up and makes an attempt to try to move. In response, I push down on his abs, forcing him to stay still and I suck harder, earning a sharp intake of breathe to emit from him, and a "fuck" to be mumbled under his breathe. I smirk at his reaction and begin picking up my pace a little, making sure to be sloppy.

"Cassie," Cole begins, pleasure evident in his voice, "don't- don't feel like you need to- fuuuuck."

I interrupt him by sucking hard on his head and taking him deep down my throat. He's so big that I can't take all of him, so my hand works the exposed flesh. I bob my head up and down, my spit coating his entire length. His hand finds its way to my hair and he grabs a hold of a large portion of it. With his hand unnecessarily guiding me, I suck harder and faster until curses come flying out of his mouth.

"Merda. È così piacevole gattina." [Shit. That feels so good, kitten.] he groans. 

Moments later, I feel his body tensing, a sign that tells me he's about to cum. I start going even faster than before. Just as he's about to cum, I am ripped away and pulled upwards, only to be met with a hungry and aggressive kiss, a kiss full of lust. There is no rhythm to it and I struggle to keep up. Cole flips us so I'm laying on my back. 

A small squeal erupts from my chest when he rips -literally rips- the shirt from my body like a starved and wild animal. He kisses and nips at my necks, trailing down to my collarbone and slowly going further south. 

Soft moans spill from my mouth when Cole takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking on it. I gasp when his teeth begin grazing the hard and sensitive bud, licking the slight sting he left behind. After a while, he moves over to the other nipple, giving it the exact same attention. Sucking, licking, biting.

Once satisfied with my red and swollen nipples, Cole peppers a trail of kisses down my body, stopping about 4 inches away from my pulsing pussy. He hovers over the place he stopped, his warm breath sending tingles to my nether regions. He looks up at me with a questioning expression, hunger and arousal evident in his eyes.

"Are you sure? Is this too much? I won't be upset or angry with you if you wanna st-"

I silence him by shoving him into my throbbing core. I moan when his tongue eagerly and expertly manoeuvres it's way around my clit. He alternates between sucking and licking, and sticking his tongue in my hole, eating me like I'm his favourite meal and he hasn't eaten in forever. Cole groans as my moans increase in volume when he inserts a finger into me, finger fucking me at steady pace.

"Cazzo gattina. Sei così stretto." [Fuck, kitten. You're so tight.] he growls in my pussy, still eating me out.

My free fist clutches to the mattress when he inserts a second finger into me, going faster, and I can feel the knot in my stomach intensify as my walls clamp down around his fingers.

I'm getting close.

His other hand comes up to play with my nipple, pinching and squeezing as his fingers increase in speed even more than before, his pace now inhuman.

"Fuck Cole. I'm gonna-"

"Not yet, gattina. Hold it for me."

"Please. Please, I can't." I plead, feeling so close to being tipped over the edge.

At my pleading, Cole does the impossible and goes even faster as he brings his face to my ear.

"I dare you to disobey me, gattina. I'd hate to have to punish you considering it's our first time together." he growls, nipping at my ear.

Whimpering, I try to hold it for as long as I can, which isn't very long because he curls his fingers inside me, hitting my g-spot and pushing me over the edge.

I scream his name as I reach my high, Cole's fingers start slowing down to help me ride out my intense orgasm. Cole licks his fingers clean with a satisfied groan. Just like that, I feel my core begin to throb again.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what did I say gattina?" he says in a mocking tone.

Dramatically sighing, he hovers over my face, observing my every single feature.

"Are you okay with that?" he questions me, his eyes softly boring into mine.

Still panting and in a daze, I have no idea what this man is on about. At my confused expression, Cole elaborates on his question.

"Punishing you. Are you okay with that? I don't want to trigger anything."

I smile softly at his concern for me, trailing the outline of his face with my fingers. 

"Well, you aren't a Volkov. You aren't a monster." I say softly to him.

Raising my face to his ear, I finish with a statement that will most probably lead to my demise.

"Do. Your. Worst."

Cole growls and turns his head to bite my neck, sucking hard on the flesh, then soothing it with his tongue. 

Great, that's gonna leave a mark.

"Choose your safe word, piccola." he seductively whispers in my ear.

"Rose." I whisper back after a brief moment. 

As soon as the word leaves my mouth, both sides of my waist are gripped. I yelp as I suddenly get flipped onto my stomach and over Cole's lap. He raises my ass in the air with his knee. 

"Count for me gattina."

"Wh-"

My words get cut off by my own moan as a rough hand harshly meets my left ass-cheek.

"Do not make me repeat myself gattina." he firmly threatens when I forget to count.

"One."

Slap. 

My right-cheek.

"Two."

Slap.

"Three." 

.......

Slap.

"TWENTY!" I moan so loudly, I'm convinced I'm basically screaming at this point.

Cole gently rubs my ass, smothering the fresh hand prints.

"Are you okay, gattina?" he asks, softly pressing kisses up and down my spine.

"Mhm" is my response, but is quickly changed to a "yes" when I get another harsh spank on each of my cheeks.

"That's more like it." he says, probably with a stupid smirk on his lips.

Cole kisses both of my ass-cheeks, his hands still caressing them. Slowly, his hands trail down to find my dripping core.

Maybe now would be a bad time to mention that I've developed a pain kink?

"Dripping fucking wet. I see I've got myself a little pain slut." he chuckles, slapping my ass again!

"Cole?"

"Gattina."

"Can I finish what I fucking started now?"

His hands stop their rubbing motion and he grips my ass.

"What was that piccola?"

"Oh, sorry. What I was meant to say, was "Can I finish what I fucking started now, please?" "

In an instant, I am flipped onto my back with Cole on top of me, staring into my eyes, the fire in his has clearly been set ablaze.

"Really? And what was that?" he asks sarcastically.

"Making you cum." I state in a 'duh' tone.

His signature smirk forms on his lips as he asks me how I plan on doing that. With confidence coursing through my veins, I reply with my own smirk at it forms on my lips.

"By pissing you off to the point where I push you over the edge," I begin, raising my head so I'm centimetres away from Cole's lip, "and you have no choice but to destroy me so I can't walk for weeks."

I feel Cole's whole body tense at my declaration as he stares into my soul, searching for the truth behind it. Just to prove my point, I dig my nails quite harshly into his back and pull down, from top to bottom. He growls and roughly claims my lips, the same as before, hungry and aggressive, but this time, there's also possessiveness.

"Are. You. Sure. Gattina?" he asks in between kisses.

"Yes."

Without so much as a warning, Cole enters me, showing no mercy, not even giving me time to adjust to his long thick cock stretching me out. I scream. I scream so loud that I realise the whole house can probably hear me so I cover my mouth, muffling my noises.

"Nuh uh, gattina. I have a soundproof room." he states. 

I'm not even surprised, he's probably got loads of complaints about it, not that I would care..... Right? 

Cole grabs my hands and holds them in place above my head.

"Let me hear you scream, gattina." he demands before slamming into me, hard, fast and deep.

So deep, that I do just that. I scream. I scream in a pleasurable pain. I scream in delight. I scream in ecstasy. 

Cole's harsh thrusts create a knot to form in the pit of my stomach quicker than I care to admit. Knowing what he's probably going to say, I think of a way to convince him to let me come. I think of something that's a shot in the dark, because not all guys find it hot or sexy, but imma try anyways.

"Daddy? Can I cum? Please? Please daddy?" I beg.

My response is the growl of a wolf and harsh sucking on one of my nipples.

"Such a good girl for me, gattina. I didn't even have to ask you to call me that." he groans.

"Cum. Coat daddy's dick with your sweetness like my good little slut." he demands, choking me lightly.

"Harder. Choke me harder. Please daddy." I plead. 

He happily complies, choking me harder and I'm sent over the edge by the pain. I moan loudly as the pleasure washes through me.

"Well, well, well. Seems like my poor piccola can't cum without pain huh?" he chuckles darkly.

"Good to know."

Oh fuck.

To be continued...