Blood Bound

Game Night Pt. 2

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)

It has not been even five minutes since I sat down next to Dimitri, and he was already trying to finger bang me. Of course, he would not do anything I would not permit or even try anything without consent, so I did not feel uncomfortable in any way. At this point, it was more of a game of tease than anything else.

Deep in my mind, I told myself that nothing would come of this because he was my boss, but I also knew to myself that it was fun, and I will enjoy it while it lasts.

Dimitri put him hand under the blanket and began to creep his way up my thigh, not even looking my direction as he continued to play monopoly with my parents.

I smacked his hand away, only for him to give my thigh a death grip before he flicked my clit through my underwear.

I let out an audible gasp and bit my lip to prevent any other sounds from escaping.

I glared at him.

“Dimitri, stop.” I whispered to him, as sternly as I could have in a whisper tone.

“That is sir or boss to you.” He replied without looking at me.

I am not sure whether I should feel offended that he was making commands like that without giving me his full attention or be turned on that he was just so dominant toward me.

So, I did both.

Without even thinking twice, I involuntarily squeezed my thighs together, well at least I tried to before Dimitri’s hand stopped me, and he cupped my crotch firmly.

I sunk my teeth further into my bottom lip and I can feel my wolf surfacing because my canines were slowly making its presence known.

Dimitri finally looked at me and he smirked before he instantly removed his hand from under my dress. My thigh suddenly felt lonely, and I secretly craved the attention again.

Though, I was not going to give Dimitri that power over me, so I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“Finally.” I said, gaining a smirk from Dimitri as if he knew something I did not.

All of a sudden, he stretched his arms out and yawned.

“Wow, I did not think I would be this tired. Would it be okay if I left early? I hate the cut the party short, but I had a long day today and I did not want to disappoint so I came over either way.” Dimitri said, slouching slightly and giving my parents sorrowful eyes.

Are they really buying this nonsense?

Were we boring him or something?

I mean, I would not be surprised, board games are not that great when there is not actually a big group of people playing, or lack of alcohol.

“Oh my! I am so sorry. Yes, please, you can take your leave. However, if you think you are two tired to drive you can always stay the night and we can have a barbecue tomorrow.” My father cheered hopefully.

Dimitri looked over to me, as if asking for approval and I narrowed my eyes at him.

He would not.

“Ah, thank you for the offer but I do not have any clothes and I highly doubt Mr. Kalashnikov’s clothes would fit a tiny lad like myself.” He said chuckling.

I rolled my eyes yet again,

How modest of him.

He is at least a foot taller than my father and probably two hundred pounds heavier than him.

My dad chuckled nonetheless and patted him on the shoulder.

“Well, if you say so son. Be safe on the road please and let us know if you are up for that barbecue. Maybe I could teach you a little something on the grill.”

“I will do sir.” Dimitri said.

Ah, so he does have manners after all.

“Isla sweetheart, show Mr. Zane out would you, darling?” My mother said, before she planted a kiss on my cheek and began to pack up the board game.

“Sure mum.” I smiled at her before I gestured to Dimitri to follow me outside.

We were in the living room, which was in perfect view of the front door, but I escorted him out either way.

When we got outside and shut the door, Dimitri grabbed me by my waist and pressed me against the wall. He bent his head so that our foreheads were touching, and he looked at me in my eyes.

I closed my eyes to avoid the piercing eye contact and I shifted my face to the side.

“Open your eyes and look at me. Do not make me repeat myself.” He warned.

For some odd reason, my heart skipped a beat, and I did as I was told. Almost involuntarily, I bit my lip as I made eye contact with him.

Immediately, his hand wrapped around my neck, and I gasped in surprise. Before I could register what was happening, Dimitri took my bottom lip into his mouth – sucking on it, then sinking his teeth into it.

I could taste the metallic liquid that was apparently blood, seeping into my mouth and I groaned.

“You are mine.” He whispered, before he stepped back and got into his car, igniting the engine, and reversing out of the driveway before speeding off.

I stood in one spot frozen as I touched my lip, wincing slightly as I can feel it healing instantly.

What does he mean that I am his?

I doubt that he is fated to me, I already have a mate. A mate who rejected me, but a mate that exists, nonetheless.

“What are you still doing out here? Come inside before someone grabs you.” My father jokingly said as he stood by the door waiting for me to enter the house.

“Coming.” I muttered, following him inside, making sure to lock the door behind me.

“Do you guys want help cleaning up?” I asked as I observed my parents hurriedly trying to put away left over food and games that were not even played.

“Oh no honey, it is okay, you can head upstairs for the night.” My mum said, planting a kiss on my cheek.

“Okay, good night guys.” I kissed them both on the cheek and ran up the stairs. I really wanted to get out of this stupid dress and just relax in a nice hot bath.

When I entered my room, I stopped dead in my tracks and froze.

There, on my bed, was Dimitri Zane, with my laptop smirking.

“I did not know you were a fan. You know, if you wanted a closer view of my abs, all you had to do was ask. There really is no need to zoom in that much into a picture of it.” He teased, chuckling quietly.

I guess as to not let my parents hear him because the walls were quite thin in this house. We were upstairs, behind closed doors and I could hear them laughing and talking downstairs.

I quickly advanced toward the bed to grab my laptop, but unfortunately, he pulled it away and grabbed me instead, flipping me over and straddling me in the process.

“Slow poke.” He teased, poking my rib which resulted in me squirming.

I hate that I am ticklish.

“Do not do that.” I warned, narrowing my eyes at him.

He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked.

“Are you- are you ticklish?” He asked, almost in disbelief.

“Pfft, no.” I insisted, silently praying that he would not tickle me, because if he did, things will get violent.

“Oh really?” His eyes challenged me as they became increasingly threatening.

I squirmed under hi, trying my best to get out of his grip, but it was no use. He was clearly stronger than me.

Just as I suspected, he began to tickle me, and I could not help myself. My body began to involuntarily flop everywhere as an attempt to contain my laughter.

“S-stop p-p-please!” I tried to stay quiet, but I could not contain myself but that did not stop him.

He continued tickling me and I felt like dying.

“D-Dimitri!!!” I whisper-yelled at him, smacking him on his arm.

“I thought you were not ticklish. Hmm interesting. What is so funny? Care to share the joke?” He teased yet again, and I could feel my wolf surfacing.

I allowed my wolf to come to the surface and as she gained the permission, she shoved Dimitri off of me and I immediately stood up in defence mood.

“That was not nice Ms. Kalashnikov.” He said darkly, slowly advancing toward me.

Also, how does he have the nerve to break into my room, pin me to my bed and tickle me, but cannot find it in him to call me by my first name.

Weirdo.

“I never said I was nice. First of all.” Yes, I just hit him with the first of all.

He chuckled.

The nerve.

“Get onto the bed.” He said, walking closer to me.

I chuckled.

“YOU get onto the bed.” I joked.

I guess he did not find it funny, because he suddenly lifted me over his shoulders and threw me onto the bed. Had I not braced the fall, I probably would have bounced off the bed and that would have been embarrassing.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“Disciplining you.” He said in an obvious tone.

Well, I am sorry that I am slow.

Wait. Disciplining? The heck?

He got onto the bed and straddled, pinning my arm above my head, and bringing his face closer to mine.

Geez. Does this guy eat mint gum for fun or something?

“Spread your legs.” He commanded and I looked at him as if he had just lost his mind.

“Excuse me?”

“Do not make me repeat myself.”

“Well, I think you should because I need to ensure I heard you right.” I challenged.

Without another word, he forcefully pried my legs open with one hand, while the other, held both my arms above my head.

“What are you doing?”

He ignored me.

He gave me a warning look before he ripped my underwear off of me and before I got react, he pushed his head under my dress, and I could feel his hot breath on my crotch.

I could not move. My body stayed frozen, afraid of what might happen if I just so happened to move a muscle.

Well, that escalated quickly.

My body was craving him, I was so turned on I am sure he can smell the pheromones by body was giving off at this point.

I can feel my heartbeat on my v****a, and I know it sounds ridiculous, but the anxiety I got from having him down there, his hot breath on me, as he stayed put, taunting me, making me crave him, drove me wild.

“Do not move.” He warned.

I chuckled.

“What is so funny?”

“I am sorry, I cannot take you seriously while your head is under my dress. Like, bow to me peasant.” I burst into a fit of laughter, and I guess that killed the mood because he got out from under my dress and laid next to me sighing.

“You are a lost cause.” He exasperated.

“Took you long enough to figure that out mate.”

“Since when were you British?” He raised an eyebrow at me questioningly.

“Shut up, my accent just tends to change because I am special.” I said, shoving him playfully.

“Uh huh. Weirdo.”

“You are the weirdo. Weirdo.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Uh huh.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” I challenged.

He immediately straddled me and made eye contact with me.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.”

He began to gently peck me on my lips. The kisses started slowly, then gradually got more aggressive and needy. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue in and we each took turns in tasting each other.

Just then he growled, and I could feel his growing member on my mound. I began to massage my breasts, giving each one equal attention, before he tore the dress off me, along with my bra.

“I have been waiting to get these off you, the moment I saw you in them.” He said, as he took a n****e into his mouth, sucking on it and gently biting it while he massaged my other breast.

“Please.” I whispered and he chuckled.

“Tsk tsk tsk…have some patience baby girl.”

I could have groaned in protest, I could have begged, I could have screamed his name, but I did not because I am certain he would not give in, so I did what any sane woman would do.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped us over so that he was now beneath me. Before he could process what was going on, I climbed on top of him and sat on his face.

What? A girl has needs.

I smirked.

I could only hear the muffle sounds of his protest before I felt his tongue flick my c******s and then his mouth covered my mound as he began to lick and suck on it.

I closed my eyes and grabbed my breasts, massaging them, as I rode his face.

F**k this felt so good.

I tried to muffle my moans by biting my lips as his fingers dug into my thighs to keep me in place.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and I wanted to scream. I can feel my org*sm building and the tingles spread through my body. A wave of pleasure overcame me, and I could feel my eyes roll to the back of my head before my body tense and I came. My entire body shook, and I felt weak and vulnerable for a second.

I wanted more.

No.

That was an understatement, I needed more.

I do not know what came over me, but I felt powerful in the moment. I was no longer a submissive and I no longer felt like waiting to be pleased. Rather, I felt like demanding pleasure and taking what I wanted.

Smirking.

I climbed off of Dimitri’s face and tore off his jeans. Literally.

“Wha-

He started, before I covered his mouth with my hand and I pulled his d*ck out, allowing my s*x to hover over it teasingly.

He groaned and his hips bucked.

I pushed him back onto the bed and held him there.

He could easily overpower me, but he read the room and allowed me to have my moment.

I began to stroke his d*ck slowly, using his prec*m as lubrication. I watched as Dimitri allowed his body to relax and he closed his eyes enjoying the moment.

I placed his hardened member at my entrance slightly letting the head of his d*ck touch my wet c*nt. I then playfully glided it, along my mound, toying with him.

His eyes opened immediately, and he growled.

I chuckled, and dropped onto his d*ck, allowing it to hit my cervix.

Pleasure mixed with pain. It was pure bliss.

His hands flew to my hips, and he dug his fingers into my skin as he bit his lips and tried to keep himself from making any noise. As I began to bounce on his d*ck, I can hear my a*s slapping his thigh and it created a rather loud, echoing sound, so I stopped, grabbed my phone and turned on some music.

My parents were heavy sleepers anyway.

I leaned forward, allowing my breasts to hover over Dimitri’s face and I moved my hips, in a thrusting motion to bounce on his d*ck. To prevent either of us from making any further sounds, I began to kiss him aggressively.

I could tell that he was close to c*mming, as was I, because he began thrusting to match my rhythm and the pace was increasing and I could feel him going deeper.

Dimitri wrapped his arms around my waist, and he flipped us over, so that now he was straddling me, he flipped me over once more.

“Get on all fours.”

I did not wait for second command. I got down on hands and knees. I felt Dimitri hold my waist before he slammed into me again. His pace quickened once again, and he reached down to rub my c******s.

Oh God.

This man knew exactly what he was doing.

We kept at this rhythm as our org*am built and I peaked. I buried my face into my pillow as I came while Dimitri bit into my neck as he filled me with his seeds.

Guess there is no pulling out with him.

“Weak pull-out game bro.” I said jokingly as he flopped beside me.

He chuckled.

“Shut up.”

“Never.”

“So, what now?” He asked.

“Well, I am going to shower and then I am going to bed. You, on the other hand, can see yourself out the same way you sought yourself in.” I said, getting off the bed and grabbing my towel as I entered the bathroom.

Hopefully, he is gone by the time I get out. I really could not be bothered right now.

“Ouch.” I heard him whisper, but nonetheless, I heard my window open and shut soon after.

I smiled.

Good boy.