Sasha: The Wallflower (The Wallflower Series Book 1) (11 page)

Sasha had been aware of his touchy-feely vibes since they started lunch but had been completely lost as to how to respond. While she was aware of just how attractive Dominic was, she only had eyes for Dmitri. Giving him an uncomfortable smile she nonchalantly leaned away from his touch by pretending to flip her hair behind her back.

Dmitri’s gaze darkened even more if that were possible. Aggressively, he reached under the table and placed a strong hand upon Sasha’s thigh. She jumped at his touch. Her face beginning to heat as he stroked her. She knew that her body would automatically react to him and so she quickly placed a hand over his, quitting his caresses. Their fingers entangled and rested gently upon her lap for a few moments before Dmitri finally took his hand back.

Sasha smiled inwardly.

Dominic watched in awe as Sasha looked upon his brother with clear devotion in her expressive eyes. It was clear as day her love for him but as he watched his brother he grew worried; for one, Dmitri wasn’t the type to admit emotional vulnerability. To make matters worse, he didn’t even want to admit to a romantic relationship with this woman. Dominic came to the immediate conclusion that things weren’t going to end very well for Sasha.

“Where did you two meet?” he found himself asking.

Sasha clamped up and didn’t speak. Instead, she turned to Dmitri for him to answer.

“A mutual friend’s barbeque was our first legitimate meeting.” Dmitri smiled softly at her.

“And, I presume, a friendship blossomed from there?”

Dmitri turned back to his brother. “No, you would be mistaken. We kept running into each other and eventually, we grew to know each other enough to pursue a more…friendly relationship.”

Their stilted conversation continued until Sasha reluctantly excused herself in order to catch the bus. With great effort, she stopped herself from giving Dmitri a farewell kiss. He seemed to notice, catching her eye with a rather lustful gaze. She said good-bye to Dominic expressing her happiness at getting to meet him before making her way out of the restaurant.

As soon as they saw her departed back, Dmitri and Dominic put away all pretenses of civility (not that they were very successful while she was still there). Choosing not to stay in his brother’s company for long, Dmitri called for the check.

“What are you doing here this time?” he asked while they waited.

Dominic rolled his eyes. “You know why I’m here. Where is Nadia?”

Dmitri only smirked. “Oh, is our dear father upset that his manipulations didn’t work on me? Did he really think that a second-rate apology delivered by you would be enough for me to just hand Nadia over when it is clear she needs help?”

“Dmitri…listen to me. You think you know Nadia but she is not the little girl you left behind years ago. She knows exactly what she is doing and as much as you fear being used by our father, you should be just as wary of her.”

He scoffed at his younger brother’s warning. “Are you serious? Nadia is the one who needs my help! She came to me because she wanted to get healthy- she wanted to try! All she is over there is just some sort of trophy Father can wave around, completely ignoring the fact that she is a person, a damaged person.”

Seeing that he would not get through to him, Dominic changed tactics. “Fine, what do you plan to do to help her, then?”

“Therapy for one,” he stated obviously. “What else do you think? I’m not licensed in fucking psychology! Nadia needs someone who will see her through her disorder and watch out for her.”

At this, Dominic felt himself grow angry. “What the fuck do you expect to do for her? Watch out for her my ass. You work twenty-four fucking seven. All she probably does is sit in your home and plot her next opportunity to go out and party with her friends. Yes, Nadia may need help. But neither you nor Father is qualified to do that! Let go of this goddamn pissing match, Dmitri! You will not win.”

His statements hit closer to home than Dmitri ever would have liked to admit. They paused in their tirade as a waiter came and placed the bill on the table. They both took that moment to calm their racing hearts and control their anger.

Finally, Dominic said, “In all your suspicions about Father’s manipulations, you don’t even realize that you are still under his thumb.” He ignored the fire that leapt in Dmitri’s eyes at his accusation; he knew his brother needed to hear this. “You won’t even claim your own fucking relationship and, one day, that beautiful woman is going to get tired of waiting for you to acknowledge her the way she deserves, Dmitri.”

“Who the hell do you think you are commenting on my personal relationship with Sasha? She has nothing to do with you so just stay the hell out of it!”

Dominic smiled humorlessly. “I know you better than you think I do. I understand how much power Father wields and how he has always interfered in our lives. But you need to understand what you are risking by giving in to your fear and distrust of him- she obviously worships the ground your no-good-ass walks on. She’s different, special. For once, you may have actually landed someone worth fighting for. We may hate each other but you’re still my brother and I care about you so I’m just gonna say this: don’t fuck it up!”

Without waiting for Dmitri’s response, Dominic stood from the table and left.

Sasha had just entered her apartment and was in the process of changing into her nightwear when she heard a knock at the door. Quickly, she pulled down her pink nightshirt and ran to answer it. Teagan had texted her that she would be spending the night over Jaelynn’s house for some friendly bonding time. Despite Sasha’s fallout with Faye and Jaelynn, she knew Teagan’s relationship with them had actually been a good friendship and so she had decided it would be best not to mention the night at the club to Teagan; it would be wrong to force her to choose between them. Instead, Sasha just made herself avoid any group outings, preferring to spend time with Dmitri.

Looking through the peephole, she squealed in delight and yanked the door open. Dmitri stood in the same suit he wore earlier at lunch, his hair messy from a hard day’s work. Immediately she reached out, standing on her toes, to hug him.  He quietly returned her embrace, pushing her inside so that he could close and lock the door.

Reluctantly Sasha released him. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have an early start tomorrow?”

Dmitri shrugged. “I have an early start every day. But…I needed to see you.”

Noticing the somberness in his eyes, her smile disappeared, replaced with concern. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Dmitri took in her nightshirt. There was a deep V-neck that placed a tantalizing emphasis upon her ample breasts. It didn’t help that it also stopped short at her upper thighs, barely covering her bottom in the back. He felt himself physically respond instantly. Without answering her question, Dmitri leaned down and claimed her lips.

Taken aback by his kiss, Sasha didn’t respond at first but soon became a more than willing participant. His arms circled her waist and pulled her higher so that she could wrap her legs around him. She fully encircled his neck with both her arms as he walked her down the hallway to her room.

Dmitri pulled back in order to her ask her which door. Indicating with a tilt of her head, she playfully nibbled his lips as he made his way into her bedroom. After closing the door softly behind them, Dmitri released her; she slid provocatively down his frame until her feet touched the floor again.

“Is Teagan here?” he whispered.

Sasha shook her head.

“Good. I don’t want to be interrupted again.” Dmitri slipped out of his suit coat and began to unbutton his white shirt after loosening his tie. He was somewhat surprised to feel Sasha’s hands slapping his away.

“I want to do it,” she told him, focusing intently on unfastening each button. Her breath deepened with each reveal of his muscular frame beneath the material. Their first time, she had not really been given the opportunity to look upon him as she had wanted. And now, she was sorely disappointed in herself because he was beautiful. The dusting of hair on his chest converged to a thin trail that disappeared into his low-hanging slacks.

She couldn’t help herself from lightly caressing his defined abdominals and pectoral muscles, occasionally playing her fingertips through his happy trail. Leaning in slowly, she placed a light kiss near his right nipple. His gasp encouraged her to take his nipple between her lips and lick it softly. Her arms wrapped themselves around his narrow waist to hold him still as she made a path of kisses to his left nipple.

Dmitri closed his eyes, mumbling curse words as she continued her ministrations. Sasha slowly pulled away from him and reached down to unfasten his slacks. Her hands could already feel the heat emanating from his building erection. Gently she unzipped him and tugged his pants over his bottom and to the floor. Without her help, Dmitri slipped off his shoes and threw his pants to the other side of the room.

“Your turn,” he whispered as he grasped the ends of her nightshirt and pulled it over her head. He grunted in appreciation at the sight of her unbound breasts and hourglass figure. He cupped the roundness of her breasts in his large palms, testing their weight. Dmitri fully enjoyed just looking upon her; from her breasts to her ass, her body was amazing to him and he couldn’t wait to lay his claim once more.

“No, you’re not completely naked yet.” Sasha reached for his boxer briefs and bent down as she trailed them to his ankles. He stepped out of them, watching her reaction closely as she came face to face with his cock. Sasha eyed his erection in awe not having seen it up close before that very moment. It was long and thick, the tip glistening in the light with the abundance of pre-cum encircling the head. Tentatively, she reached forward with her lips slightly parted to taste him. Her tongue flicked lightly on the sensitive skin savoring his tangy sweetness.

Dmitri groaned above her. He rested a hand on the back of her head. “If you’re going to do this, Sasha you have to do it right.”

She looked up at him questioningly.

“Open your mouth,” he directed. “And suck.”

Sasha grasped the base of his erection in her palm delicately before slipping the head into her mouth. Hearing him warn her about her teeth, she encased them between her lips and slurped on what she was able to fit into her mouth. His size became more of a challenge as he gently pressured her to go up and down as she suckled and licked his cock.

Dmitri moaned at the feel of her tiny mouth on him. Despite her obvious inexperience, she was trying hard to fight her gag reflex and place him deeper. His cock head rubbed against the edge of her throat as he began to flex his hips forward. Both her hands now rested on the front of his muscular thighs to soften the blow of his thrusts.

Sasha mewled around his fullness. She took in a deep breath through her nose, enjoying the natural scent of his skin as she gave him pleasure. She felt powerful, hearing the sounds he grunted out and his increased lack of control as he neared his peak. His scent became stronger, prompting her to speed up. Her tongue would encircle the tip on her upward movement before pushing him deeper into her mouth. Her nails scratched the surface of his thighs as she pushed herself; she wanted him to become embedded in her throat, to take him fully and completely. In a last ditch effort, she brought herself down the length of him until she had taken in more than half of his significant size; his cock head breached her throat and she moaned around him as her pussy flooded with her own juices.

“Oh, god.” Dmitri, feeling his balls tighten, pushed her away until her mouth released him with a resounding ‘pop.’ He took in several deep breaths to quell his desire. Shivers ran through him at the memory of her tight confines; the wetness that had surrounded him and that still dripped from his cock. He looked down at her as she sat on her bottom, her legs tucked beneath her.

Quickly, he picked her up so that she could wrap her arms and legs around him. Sasha took that opportunity to press herself fully against his stomach, grinding slowly against his body. Their lips eagerly reached for the other’s while Dmitri walked them both to her bed. Without warning he dropped her onto the bouncy surface and flipped her onto her stomach, her legs falling against the side.

“Now, let’s try this again,” he growled, referring to their interrupted session in his office.

Sasha smiled back at him and wiggled her bottom suggestively. “Condom.”

Dmitri grasped himself and rubbed the length of his penis between her vaginal lips. He shuddered at the feel of the heat and wetness that radiated from her core. He didn’t want anything separating him from fully feeling the sweet sensation of being deeply embedded within her pussy. “Are you on birth control, Sasha?”

In the process of rotating her hips at the feel of him at her entrance, she had to force herself to listen to his question. “Yes,” she said in between moans.

“Good.” Without warning, he thrust deeply into her. She gasped at his thickness; her pussy desperately tried to accommodate his length. Dmitri could feel her pulsations around him and began to move his hips roughly against her bottom. He watched, entranced by the jiggle of her ass cheeks as they began to move in synchronization. Sasha arched back into his hips with every thrust, moaning loudly at the feel of his invasion.

Driven to possess her completely as his, he reached for her hair and pulled her back even more into him. With scant few inches separating them, he took hold of her bouncing breasts, flicking her nipples between his fingers.