31. -30- #2
“How are you going to achieve that, ma vilaine?” I rasped, my gaze glued to her hand moving leisurely up and down my cock. Her other hand traveled up my torso, forcing goosebumps all over my skin.
“Patience, Dorian,” she whispered, and my gaze landed on those perfect plump lips.
I stared in awe as she darted her tongue out and teased my pierced nipple with the tip.
A zap of electrifying pleasure shot through me, hardening my cock more when she sucked and nibbled, playing with the golden ring while her hand jerked me off.
I felt like I would explode like a fucking bomb at any second, but my villainess skillfully taunted me, yet didn’t allow me to come.
“Bloody fuck,” I exhaled, sensing humiliating frustration flooding my system when she painfully squeezed the head of my cock, destroying my orgasm. A few drops of my cum glistened on the tip, and my balls tightened. My every cell screamed for release.
“Fuuuck,” I ground out, closing my eyes so as not to see the victorious, satisfied glint behind her joyful look. She loved this fucked up game. She enjoyed torturing me.
Pressing my lips into a thin line, I refused to show her my irritation. I would breathe through it. It wasn’t that hard, right? If she won easily, who knew what she would do next?
“Oh, my poor boy,” she whispered into my ear, her lips brushing against my earlobe. A pleasurable shiver ran down my spine when she gently took my aching balls, playing with them. “I’m so harsh on you.”
A hushed moan slipped out of me, and I dared to peek at her through one eye.
She slightly pulled away, but her palm stayed between my legs.
Her fingers enveloped my dick at the base, and I instinctively thrust into her hand to get more friction.
She closed them tighter, allowing me to enjoy a little pleasure before she retreated her hand away, leaving me breathless and annoyed once again.
“Fucking hell, woman,” I gritted out, hitting my head lightly against the marble column.
I tried to free my arms again, but the cuffs held me in the same position, frustrating me even more.
The things I would do to this woman if I got my hands on her were indescribable.
We would need to bathe in holy water after I was done with her.
However, my plans had to wait because she was the one in charge, and she just invited her gun to join us.
Oh. My. Fuck.
“What are you doing?” I asked hoarsely, my chest heaving. I wasn’t sure if I could believe my eyes anymore. Ma vilaine just removed the silencer from the gun, opened the condom, and pulled it over the barrel.
“Preparing to punish you for cheating on me,” she replied dryly, taking the bottle of lube. That thing could only fit in one hole on my body, but I still refused to acknowledge it.
“I didn’t cheat, ma vilaine,” I said calmly, watching her spread lube over the condom. “And are you sure it’s going to be a punishment?” I raised a naughty brow at her, as always masking my true feelings behind playfulness, but she only smiled, making my insides flutter.
“Let’s find out.”
She spread a generous portion of lube on her hand and fingers, and pressed them against my hole. I winced, my eyes widening, when she circled the opening with her index finger.
“Oh, you’re not joking,” I gasped, my cock throbbing, cum glistening on the tip.
“Surprise,” she sang, pushing her finger inside. If that was the punishment, she should’ve been rougher, because this felt like she actually wanted me to enjoy it. Still, a groan clawed at my throat, and I held my breath when she added another finger.
An unfamiliar tearing sensation surged through me, making me highly aware of my exposed and confused state. I didn’t know if I was humiliated, excited, or downright disgraced. I loved anal sex, but I was never on the receiving end. And this was… unexpectedly painful and pleasurable.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, sliding a little lower when she pumped my ass with two fingers. My hooded eyes met her gleaming ones, my arms aching from the unnatural position, but the feelings that rushed through me won over the discomfort.
“Relax, baby,” she whispered, her voice surprisingly gentle considering this should be a lesson. “We don’t want it to hurt more than necessary, do we?”
I nodded like an obedient puppet, my muscles loosening around her fingers.
“That’s it.” She smiled, my idiotic heart skipping a beat at her praise. Closing my eyes, I focused on her even rhythm, enjoying the pressure that grew with each push.
I barely registered that she switched her fingers for a gun. But then the barrel touched that magical, sensitive spot deep inside, making me gasp in surprise and intensity.
“Fuuuck.” My eyes rolled back into my skull, stars clouding my vision. I’d never experienced anything like that.
“Look at me, Dorian,” ma vilaine commanded, her free hand grasping my rock-hard erection. I forced my eyelids to open, my vision blurry as I stared at her sinful lips. She thrust the gun inside, touching that spot again while she jerked off my cock.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” I whined, my back arching, my wrists burning from the cuffs, but the pain only intensified the pleasure. My hips thrust forward, meeting her movements halfway.
“Who do you belong to, baby?” ma vilaine asked in a strained voice, her lips parted as she awaited my answer.
I gulped, trying to catch my breath to form a coherent sentence. But I failed miserably. The only sound she got was a guttural moan when she thrust into my ass harder.
“Who. Do. You. Belong. To. Dorian?”
“You,” I exhaled, panting.
“Answer with the whole sentence,” she commanded harshly, quickening her rhythm.
“You, ma vilaine,” I replied without thinking. “I belong to you.”
“Finally, you’re learning something.”
She smiled at me, menace and sweetness mixing on those lascivious lips I was dying to capture in a passionate kiss. Instead, she lowered her head and took my cock into her delicious wet mouth.
My sight blurred. All the sensations, her touches, the sounds we both made mixed together, until I couldn’t distinguish my nearly animalistic groans from her gagging on my cock.
The tension in my muscles was almost unbearable.
My mind swirled like a raging tornado, and suddenly it was gone.
As if someone flipped the switch, every feeling, every emotion burst out of me. The pressure finally snapped.
“Ooh, fuuuck,” I roared, my brain turning off. My concentration narrowed to the sensation alone. Relief washed over me, and the world vanished.
That blissful moment passed quickly, yet instead of clarity, my body went heavy.
The tension and stress that had been holding me together for days, maybe longer, disappeared all at once, leaving my limbs useless.
My breathing evened out slowly, and for the first time since she walked into the room, since she barged into my life and stole my peace, my mind shut down.
For a brief second, I wasn’t a surgeon, a strategist, or a Zhumagulov. I wasn’t thinking three moves ahead or cataloging injuries. I was just a man chained to a pillar with my pulse racing and defenses stripped bare.
I spent a decade of my life avoiding the vulnerability that settled in my chest. There should have been disgust, shame, or at least the instinct to pull myself back together, to reclaim control.
Instead, all I felt was a dull, satisfied ache and tingling in my stomach when I looked at the menace who brought this on me.
“Welcome back.” Ma vilaine smiled. “For a second, I thought you fainted again.”
“You have that effect on me,” I mumbled, trying to find a more comfortable position. I almost didn’t feel my arms. “What are you…”
My mind immediately woke up when she put a warm, wet towel on my abdomen and rubbed it gently up and down. I stared at her, completely taken aback, as she cleaned me.
“First time meeting a woman who cares, hubby?” she asked teasingly, throwing the towel away. I gaped at her with my mouth hanging open like a brainwashed idiot, unable to comprehend the effect she had on me.