Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Anna
My scream died in my throat.
Ivan's palm covered my mouth, dry and scorching hot, sliding down my jaw, his fingers tracing my neck inch by inch like he was measuring something he'd memorized long ago.
"Kitten," his lips brushed my ear. "You've been bad again."
"I didn't—"
He wouldn't let me finish. His mouth claimed mine.
He pressed me into the mattress, pinning my hands above my head.
I tried to fight him, but his strength was absolute. There was no room for resistance.
Click.
Cold metal locked around my wrists. I yanked against it. The chain rattled with a delicate metallic sound.
"Ivan."
I called his name, struggling helplessly.
Ivan looked down at me, moonlight cutting through the window and illuminating half his face.
He unbuckled his belt. The metal buckle chimed with each movement, each sound striking my heart.
He pulled the belt free and cracked it through the air. That sharp snap made me even more excited.
I should curse him.
I had to curse him.
How dare he sneak through my window like a thief in the middle of the night, cuff me to the bed, and do whatever he wanted?
"Such a good girl..."
He lowered his head, lips grazing my earlobe, hot breath against sensitive skin, making me shiver all over.
"Don't move. Be good and I'll be gentle."
But nothing about him was gentle.
His kisses traveled down from my jaw, past my collarbone, stopping at my nipple. His tongue circled it, and my whole body went rigid, electricity shooting down my spine, making my legs want to clamp shut.
He forced my thighs apart with his knee, giving me nowhere to escape. "Kitten, spread your legs. Let me see how wet you are."
The filthy words made me blush, but my body betrayed me with heat, shame and pleasure mixing together until my head went fuzzy.
I could only tilt my head back, staring at the ceiling.
In the darkness, moonlight from the window danced before my eyes, making everything feel unreal.
His fingers traced down my waist, parting my folds, his fingertip brushing my clit. I jerked involuntarily, a broken whimper escaping.
"Ivan..."
I called his name like a drowning person clutching the last piece of driftwood.
His finger pushed inside. One, then another, stretching me slowly while his thumb kept working my clit, rubbing in steady circles.
Pleasure rolled over me in waves. I was drowning.
The handcuffs rattled with my struggles, the cold metal biting into my wrists. The restraint only doubled the pleasure.
"Look at me, Anna." An order.
I struggled to open my eyes. Moonlight fell across his face, and I saw those grey-blue eyes burning with a small flame, filled entirely with my reflection. His gaze was too intense, thick enough to suffocate me, like he wanted to swallow me whole.
"Beautiful, right?" he asked, his fingers speeding up. "My kitten, cuffed to the bed, completely at my mercy. Isn't that a pretty sight?"
I couldn't answer. My orgasm was already crashing over me, pleasure exploding from the base of my spine and radiating through every limb. My whole body convulsed, broken moans spilling from my throat. I arched like a bow drawn taut, then collapsed. Sweat soaked the sheets, clinging to my back.
He didn't stop. While I was still boneless, he spread my legs and pressed against my entrance. His breathing was heavy against my ear.
"Now it's my turn."
I opened my eyes slightly, my gaze unfocused.
Then someone knocked on the door.
"Anna?" Chris's voice came through. "Are you asleep? I thought I heard something—"
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. With my hands cuffed, I couldn't hide. I could only desperately try to signal Ivan with my eyes to stop—but he didn't care. He even smiled, that wicked, challenging smile.
The next second, he thrust deep inside. The stretch hurt for a moment, but that dull ache was quickly drowned by overwhelming pleasure.
I glared at him viciously, tears rolling down from that sudden impact.
"Get rid of him," he said.
Then he deliberately pushed even deeper, making me gasp, nearly crying out.
Outside the door, Chris was still waiting.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, steadied my voice, and spoke toward the door.
"Chris, I'm fine. Go back to bed."
"But—"
I raised my voice. "Please."
The hallway went quiet for two seconds, then Chris spoke again.
"Okay, but call me if you need anything. I'm in Alex's room."
"Okay."
Of course I couldn't call him. I was a prisoner now, bound and helpless.
Ivan started moving, each thrust hitting deep, striking my most sensitive spot. The handcuffs rattled with every movement, that sound impossibly erotic. I could feel how completely he controlled me, and that knowledge made me even more excited, my walls clenching involuntarily, gripping him tight.
"Kitten," he bit my shoulder, "who's better? Me or him?"
I bit my lip hard, refusing to answer. Refusing to give him that satisfaction.
His hand came down on my ass—not the brutal crack of his palm, but the sharp kiss of leather. The belt.
"I asked you a question."
The sting bloomed across my skin, hot and bright. I gasped, my body jerking against the restraints, but I kept my mouth shut.
"Nothing to say?" His voice was dark amusement. "That's okay, baby. Your body's already telling me everything."
He punctuated the words with another stroke of the belt, this time across the curve of my thigh. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around him involuntarily.
"Feel that?" He ground deeper, holding himself there. "So fucking tight. Squeezing me like you never want to let go. But you're not talking, are you? Stubborn little thing."
He pulled out almost completely, and I hated the empty feeling, hated how my body tried to follow him. Then he slammed back in, brutal and perfect, and I couldn't stop the cry that tore from my throat.
"That's it. Make those pretty sounds for me." His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my throat. "But you still won't answer? Fine. Let's try something else."
He pulled out completely. I whined at the loss, and his laugh was low and wicked.
"Turn over."
The handcuffs bit into my wrists as I struggled to obey, the chain tangling for a moment before I managed to flip onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up, forcing me into an arch, ass in the air, face pressed into the pillow.
"There we go. Much better view." His palm smoothed over the welts the belt had left, and I shivered. "You look so good marked up, baby. So fucking good."
The belt cracked again, harder this time, right across both cheeks. I screamed into the pillow.
"Shh, shh. Can't wake up Chris, remember?" His hand wrapped around my throat from behind, not squeezing, just holding. A reminder. "Unless you want him to hear how well you take my cock? Want him to know how you spread your legs for me every single time?"
"No," I gasped. The first word I'd spoken since his question.
"No?" He pushed back inside, agonizingly slow. "No, what? No, you don't want him to hear? Or no, he's not as good as me?"
Bastard. Fucking bastard.
I stayed silent, and he laughed again.
"Okay, kitten. You want to play? We'll play."
He started moving, setting a punishing rhythm, each thrust forcing the air from my lungs. His free hand reached under me, finding my clit, and began to rub in tight, merciless circles.
"This sweet little pussy is so honest." His voice was conversational, like he wasn't currently fucking me into the mattress. "Feel how wet you are? How easy I slide in? Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mouth won't admit it."
I bit down on the pillow, muffling my moans. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I wouldn't—
"So tight," he murmured, almost reverent.
"Christ, Anna. It's like you're trying to keep me inside you.
Like your body's begging me not to leave.
" He leaned down, lips against my ear. "Has anyone ever felt this good inside you?
Have you ever been this wet, this desperate, this needy for anyone else? "
My silence was an answer in itself, and he knew it. His laugh was triumphant.
"That's what I thought." He shifted angles, hitting that devastating spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. "This perfect cunt was made for me. Wasn't it, baby? Say it."
I shook my head, even as my body betrayed me, clenching and fluttering around him.
"No? Then maybe I should stop." He stilled completely, buried deep, and I nearly sobbed. "Maybe I should pull out, leave you here aching and empty. Let you think about Chris instead. Would that be better?"
"Don't." The word ripped from my throat. "Don't stop."
"Then answer me." His fingers pressed harder against my clit, and I keened. "Who's better?"
"You," I gasped. "God, you!"
"And Chris?" His hips rolled, a slow, devastating grind. "Tell me about Chris, baby. Tell me the truth."
The pleasure was too much, building and building, a tidal wave about to crash over me. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel.
"There's nothing," I choked out. "Nothing happened with Chris. Nothing. I swear—"
"There she is." His voice was pure satisfaction. "There's my good girl."
He started moving again, fast and deep and exactly what I needed. His hand left my throat, both palms gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he pulled me back onto him with every thrust.
"You feel that?" he growled. "Feel how perfectly you take me? This is what you were made for, Anna. Not him. Not anyone else. Just me."
"Yes," I sobbed. "Yes, just you."
"Such a good kitten. So honest when you're getting fucked properly." The belt cracked across my ass again, and I screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure until I couldn't tell them apart. "And this body, fuck, this tight, perfect pussy, it's mine. Isn't it?"
"Yours," I gasped. "It's yours."
"Damn right it is."
His rhythm turned erratic, his control finally slipping, and I knew he was close. His fingers found my clit again, working it frantically, and that was all it took.
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, whiting out my vision, my whole body convulsing around him. I heard myself sobbing his name, over and over, until the word lost all meaning.
"Fuck, Anna—" He thrust deep one last time and held there, groaning as he came inside me, his cock pulsing, his grip on my hips almost painful.
We collapsed together, both of us gasping for air. The handcuffs rattled as I tried to move, my wrists aching.
He pulled out slowly, making me whimper at the sensitivity, then reached up to unlock the cuffs. My arms dropped limply to my sides.
"There," he murmured, pulling me against his chest. His hand rubbed gentle circles on my abraded wrists. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick him out the window he'd climbed through.
But mostly, I was too boneless and sated to do anything but lie there.
"Happy now?" I managed to mumble against his shoulder.
His laugh rumbled through his chest. "For now."
Bastard.