Chapter 12 #2
He inhaled sharply, his eyes closing.
What was I doing? This was crazy. I was crazy.
Aleksandr was the enemy. He killed my men.
Strapped me to a chair in his torture dungeon for almost a week.
But none of that dimmed the overwhelming attraction I felt towards him.
Sometimes that was how attraction worked though.
You could hate someone’s guts and still want to fuck their brains out.
By touching myself in front of him, I’d opened the gates to allow my arousal for him to run rampant. Right now, I didn’t give a shit about anything but satisfying the burning, all-consuming craving I had for him and his body.
Aleksandr’s eyes snapped open, burning with lust. “You can’t handle me. I’d break a little thing like you.”
I gave him a cheeky smirk. “That’s fine. I don’t mind being broken. As long as you put me back together.” And then I smashed my lips to his.
He kissed me back for all of three seconds before he ripped his mouth away. “No.” He flexed his hand around my throat, warning me not to move again. “You haven’t earned the right to kiss me yet.”
A shudder rolled through me. I squirmed, clenching my thighs together to try and relieve the pressure building in my pussy.
Yes. Yes. Make me earn it.
He let go of my throat and my feet flattened on the floor. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me back towards the showers. There was nothing soft or gentle about his hold. It was rough. Forceful. Exactly what I wanted.
Aleksandr manoeuvred me right where he wanted me, standing with my back to the showers, my front to the wooden bench seat. He grabbed a fresh towel from the shelf and laid it out on the ground behind me.
Goosebumps pebbled on my skin, anticipation zinging through me. I had no idea what was going on, what Aleksandr had planned, and I didn’t care. I was so excited I could barely stand still, my body trembling.
Aleksandr brushed against me as he walked around me and took a seat on the wooden bench directly in front of me. “Sit down and spread your legs,” he commanded.
I sat down on the towel and did as he ordered.
“Wider.”
I spread my legs until I felt a slight sting from stretching them out too far. My heart thumped so hard I could feel it in my ears, like it was going to explode out of my chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I was completely exposed, open for him, my whole body on display for his perusal.
He tilted his head to the side, eyes running over every inch of my skin.
A curious expression flashed across his face at the piercing dangling from my clit.
Heat burned in his gaze. He placed both hands on the bench behind him and leaned back, his muscles bunching, threatening to tear through his shirt as he supported his weight.
He nodded towards my pussy. “Finish what you started.”
I frowned. “What? I—” realisation dawned on me. He wanted me to pleasure myself. While he watched.
Considering his current position, it gave him a front row seat to the show.
My lips curved with devious excitement. I drifted my hands down my chest, grasping my breasts and pinching my nipples.
My head rolled back as a moan slipped free.
I continued further down, brushing my fingers over my clit.
I tugged lightly on my piercing and bit my lip to smother my cry of pleasure.
Aleksandr watched with unwavering focus, his pupils dilating, his breaths deepening.
His hands moved and gripped the edge of the seat near his thighs, the wood groaning under the bulk of his strength.
It was as if he was using it to hold himself back.
To keep himself still. To stop himself from reaching forward and taking control.
“You like to watch?” I breathed, my hips moving in slow circles, swirling and swirling as I chased the orgasm that was fast approaching.
“I like to do lots of things,” he answered absentmindedly. His gaze was fixed entirely on my movements, like I was the most riveting thing in the world.
Having him in front of me, all of his attention focused solely on me made me even hotter, my skin burning.
“Yeah? Like what? Tell me.”
Those crystal blue eyes flicked up to my face. “Why?”
“I like your voice.” Every time he talked, every word he said pushed me closer and closer to the edge. His accent. That rough deep voice…
My legs began to shake, my pleasure soaring.
Oh, God.
I was already close from before, and now—
“You want to hear what I like to do, malyshka? How I like to fuck? What turns me on?”
My fingers moved faster over my clit. My pussy clenched, desperate for something to grasp. I pushed two fingers inside, whimpering and moaning as my orgasm drew closer.
Aleksandr sucked air between his clenched teeth, palming his cock through his grey sweats.
It looked big and thick, and I desperately wanted to get my hands on it. Feel it inside me as he held me down and fucked me like there was no tomorrow.
“You want to hear about all the nasty, depraved things I’ve thought about doing to you?
” Aleksandr growled, so much want and lust burning in his eyes it set my whole body on fire.
“About how I imagined you choking on my cock, tears streaming down that pretty face of yours until I shoot my cum down your throat? Until you’re drowning in it? ”
My orgasm was there. Right there. So close. I could see it. Taste it. I just needed—
“Or maybe you want to hear about how I chase you. Hunt you. Throw you down and fuck you while I call you my good, dirty little fuck toy?”
That did it. White-hot pleasure shot up my spine, spreading through every nerve inside me as my back bowed, my pussy rippling around my fingers. I moaned long and deep, tugging on my clit piercing again to prolong the pleasure. My body trembled, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
And then I was weightless, surrounded on all sides by hard, toned muscles.
Aleksandr hauled me off the ground and into his lap. His hands were in my hair, on my ass, digging deep into my skin as he latched his mouth to mine. Our teeth clashed, tongues fighting with one another in an all-consuming, mind-numbing kiss.
Aleksandr’s hungry growl vibrated down my throat. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured against my lips. “Are you sweet everywhere?” His hand fluttered down and he cupped my pussy roughly, fingers delving inside.
I squealed in delight, grinding myself against him.
He pulled them out far too quickly and I whined, desperate to have them back where they belonged. He brought them up to his lips and eyes firmly locked on mine, ran his tongue from the bottom to the top of his fingertips.
“Mmm, definitely sweet all over.” He rubbed them against my lips, coating them in my wetness before he kissed me again. Harder. More savage.
His hands cupped my ass and he rubbed me against him, the friction from his pants and cock against my pussy making me moan. My hands delved into his hair, nails scraping along his scalp.
He groaned, kissing me with more force.
I was ready, so ready for him to take me. Fuck me. Own me. I never needed anything more than I needed Aleksandr to make me his. To fuck me so hard it left a mark on my body and soul.
“I want to hear you scream,” he rumbled, biting and nipping his way across my jaw, down my neck. His teeth gripped one of my nipple piercings and tugged.
I cried out in shock, pain and pleasure melding together, spreading out over my chest.
“More.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. His hand palmed my free breast, fingers pulling and yanking on the piercing at the same time he sucked and sucked on the nipple in his mouth.
“Yes, yes. Oh, dios. Que bueno, que bueno,” Oh god.
So good, so good. My words switched from English to Spanish without conscious thought.
With his lips on me, my pussy grinding against his cock, and all those strong, solid muscles surrounding me, my mind was frazzled.
The only thing I could think about was the pleasure shooting through me.
“You’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you? Responsive, so responsive.” He rammed three fingers inside and I screamed at the rough invasion. “And tight. Scream. Scream for me, malyshka.”
I was close, ready to explode all over again. “ Aleksandr ,” I moaned, dragging out his name. Almost there. Only a few-yes, yes—
The door burst open. “Zander, you in here? You’ve got-”
I froze, my whole body locking up. Over Aleksandr’s shoulder, I saw his brother standing frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide, mouth dropped open in shock.
Aleksandr clutched me closer to him, head whipping to the side. “Out!”
“But there’s-someone’s—”
“Out now, Lukyan!”
He left, slamming the door behind him.
An awkward silence lingered in the air. My arousal was still there, slightly deflated now—but still, it was there. I leaned back, looking into Aleksandr’s eyes. They were wild. Feral. Animalistic. Like a man starved for more.
Knocking echoed into the room. “Zander, you’re really gonna want to get out here.” The muffled voice called out.
Aleksandr snarled, frustration lining his face. He banded one arm around my waist and stood, holding me to him as he got to his feet. He slowly set me on my feet, my body caressing his on the way down. “Get dressed,” he barked harshly, heading towards the door.
I pursed my lips, watching him walk away. I wasn’t expecting some grand, heartfelt romantic gesture. Aleksandr wasn’t exactly the type. But nothing? Not even a slap on the ass or a sexy smirk to acknowledge what happened between us?
Rude.
I picked up my clothes, frowning.
Where is my underwear?
I got down on my hands and knees, looking under the seat. Nothing. Frown deepening, my head swivelled from side to side, scanning the floor.
What the fuck?
They were nowhere in sight. It was like they’d just disappeared.
“Come on, hurry it up.” Aleksandr crossed his arms over his chest, an impatient look on his face.
“Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses.” I quickly put on what clothes I did have, still looking for my underwear. It wasn’t like I was going to wear them. That would have been unhygienic. But still, it was weird they just seemed to vanish into thin air.
When I joined Aleksandr at his side, he opened the door, and we made our way out. His brother sat on the edge of the giant boxing ring, legs swinging back and forth. Apart from him and some woman hovering at the entrance of the warehouse, the place was empty.
Aleksandr didn’t acknowledge either of them as he led me back through the maze of machines, heading back to my prison. His brother smirked, waggling his fingers at me in greeting. I frowned slightly, giving him an awkward half-wave in return. He winked.
The woman was far less friendly. She glared at me, hostile energy coming off her in waves. She was beautiful. Tall. Slim. Dark-haired. Clear, porcelain skin. I had no idea who she was, or what I’d done to make her look at me like she wanted to stab me in the eye.
And I didn’t care. Whatever her problem was, was her problem. Not mine.
As Aleksandr led me back down into the pits of hell, an awkward silence hung between us, one I had no intention of filling. If he wanted to ignore what happened and pretend like we weren’t just a second away from fucking the shit out of each other, then fine.
My eyes roamed over his body. Over those broad shoulders and the ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off it.
I was hoping the attraction I felt towards him, this burning need to touch him, feel him, would dissipate after cumming in front of him.
But it hadn’t. If anything, it was even more ferocious.
I was still so fucking hungry for him.
When Aleksandr opened the door to my ‘room’, I paused, hesitating in the doorway. This was the longest I’d spent out of the cuffs since I got here. I didn’t want to go back to being locked up, unable to move. Stretch out my arms or legs. It was unbearable.
I took a step back, shaking my head. No. I wasn’t going to be locked up, tied down again.
Aleksandr clamped a hand around my wrist, stopping me. Something flashed in his eyes. I’d almost say it was concern, but the more I thought about it, the more ridiculous that seemed.
“You’re going to have to drag me kicking and screaming if you want me back in that chair.
I’m not getting cuffed again without a damn fight.
” I squared my shoulders, trying to make myself taller, more authoritative.
Determination snapped my spine straight.
I would fight him, even though I knew I didn’t stand a chance in hell.
Aleksandr stared at me, one brow hiked up ever so slightly. He looked over his shoulder into the room and back to me. He exhaled softly.
When he started pulling me along forcefully, I fought against him. Then he abruptly let me go, making me stumble just as I stepped into the room.
“Behave, malyshka ,” he warned, darkness dripping from his tone. “You cause any trouble and being cuffed to a chair will be the least of your concerns.” He slammed the door in my face, leaving me free.