Chapter Six #2
“That’s it,” he says darkly, rubbing me harder. My hips are becoming wild. Bucking and pressing down and aching for more of his touch. His hand knows the exact pressure to use on my clit. The exact amount of force. Not too much and yet just enough.
“Oh,” I moan, unable to help myself.
“I can smell your arousal. You need this. Tell me you need me.”
“I need you,” I whimper.
“Good girl.” He brings his fingers to my nub instead of using his palm and draws circles into it, making me feel wild.
All I can do is roll my hips around, seeking more from him.
My face is on fire. The shame over sex is starting to encroach into me but Dimitri’s relentless attack on my body prevents me from stopping this.
And I feel like I would rather die than stop this.
He moves his fingers back until they reach my entrance. Before I can even react, he plunges a finger inside of me. The sudden pain makes my inner walls clench around him.
“Relax,” he commands. “This doesn’t have to hurt.” He moves his finger inside of me, not asking me if I’m all right. Dimitri is a taker and a giver. He’s taking the pleasure right from me but also giving it to me in a way I never expected.
Dimitri is not giving me any time to adjust. He’s just expecting that I’ll take it like the good girl I am.
I tell my inner walls to relax around his finger and soon Dimitri’s touch is only that of pleasure.
Though, there is still the tiniest bit of pain that enhances everything.
My backside is on fire from his spanking.
My body is filled with pleasure from his touch.
The combination is heady. Intense and yet so, so good.
“That’s it,” he says, moving his finger deeper inside of me. The cry that escapes my throat gets choked on the way out.
“Please,” I whine, though for what, I’m not exactly sure.
As he moves his finger in and out of me, his palm presses down on my clit, rubbing me again.
“It’s too much,” I gasp out.
“It’s not. Your body was made for this. Was made for me. And you will come for me.”
My hips buck harder against his hand. I never knew I needed this so badly. Now I understand why people are so obsessed with sex.
I can hear Dimitri breathing. He’s more affected by this than he lets on.
Between the slight pain of his finger inside of me and the pleasure he’s showing to my nub, I know I can’t stop this from happening. I can feel something coiling inside of me. Something intense. Something pleasurable.
Dimitri leans his body over mine and says right into my ear, “Come for me, Sofiya.”
It’s the approval I need.
My pleasure rips right through my body, making itself known, and I can’t stop myself from crying out and trembling. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt inside of myself.
Dimitri keeps his finger inside of me as I ride out my orgasm.
It’s not until I’m spent and breathing heavy that he removes his hand from between my legs.
Between the sudden pleasure I just experienced and the pain of everything I’ve been through, I can’t stop myself from crying again. It’s a cry of relief. A cry of release.
“You made me proud,” Dimitri says, gently running his hand over my backside. “You made me so proud.”
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I sit up and throw my arms around him. After a beat, Dimitri wraps me into him and holds me close.
“I’ve got you,” he says into my ear. “Now, stop crying. If you don’t, I’ll have to spank it out of you again.”
I wipe my tears away and calm my breathing down. It feels way too good being in his arms. It’s frightening.
“Now, I want you to lay down.” Dimitri gently pushes my body down onto the floor. I wince from the pain in my backside. He pushes my skirt back up over my hips. Even though I just had an orgasm, there’s still an arousal coursing its way through my body, coating my inner thighs with a wetness.
“I want to look at you,” he says, no longer touching me. “Part your legs for me. I need to see your sweet pussy.”
With a hard swallow, I open my legs for him. The deep throbbing ache inside of me returns, desperate for him to touch me all over again. I’m already needy and I know we’ve just begun.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you one day.”
My inner walls clench at the idea. No words leave my mouth. In this position, Dimitri could so easily have his way with me and I’d be powerless to stop it. It’s both terrifying but also electrifying.
“You have a sexy body,” he tells me. “I can’t wait to explore every inch of it. My cock is hard for you, Sofiya. That’s what you do to me. I want you so fucking badly.”
My hands clench together over my stomach. I’m trying to breathe normally but it’s impossible.
He brings his face down between my legs. His nose hovers over my inner thigh and he breathes in deeply. Smelling my arousal, I realize. My thighs tremble from him being so close to me.
Dimitri gives each of my inner thighs a kiss before sitting back up. “In time. For now, I think you’ve earned a reward. I’m letting you out of here so you can sleep in our bed for the night. How does that sound?”
“Good,” I whisper.
“Good.”
Goosebumps break out on my skin when he pulls my panties back up. I never knew I could be this desperate for another person’s touch like this.
He pulls me into his arms and carries me out of the cage and into our bedroom. I don’t ask where Ann is or where he’s keeping his sister.
All I can think about his him.
I wake up to Dimitri standing at the end of the bed, staring down at me. He doesn’t exactly look happy.
“What is it?” I ask, sitting up. My heart is pounding all over again. What could I have done to make him disappointed in me over night? All I did was sleep.
“Your father wants to come visit. He called me. Said he wants to see how you’re doing.
I can’t hold him off forever. I did make a deal with him.
So he’s coming over today and I expect you to be on your best behavior.
Don’t tell him about what happened in Greece.
Don’t tell him about the basement and the cage. It will only worry him.”
Dimitri doesn’t want my dad taking me away from here.
“I won’t,” I promise. But I know that when I see my dad, it’s going to be hard to hide it from him.
My heart is pounding as I wait in the living room for my dad to arrive. I’m in a simple pink summer dress. Something presentable but still casual.
I can hear when my father arrives. Dimitri greets him in the foyer before bringing him into the living room. My mom is also with him.
The sight of my mom draws me up short. I didn’t know she was going to be here and it takes everything out of me to hold back my tears.
“Sofiya,” she says, drawing me into a hug. I grip her so tightly, I can feel her wince. “Are you ok?”
I glance over her shoulder at Dimitri. His eyes are intense, warning me to not reveal everything to my parents. And the truth is: I don’t want my parents to know. I don’t want my mom to worry and I don’t want my dad to think I’m not doing a good enough job.
I want to make Dimitri proud.
But it’s still my parents and the urge to let them protect me is strong.
“I’m fine,” I lie.
She pulls back and gives me a concerned look. My mom has always been able to detect when I lie. “What’s going on here?” she demands.
“Nothing.”
“Then why do you sound like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re a shell of your former self. You don’t sound like my upbeat daughter. You sound like you’re in trouble.”
I can’t help myself: I glance in Dimitri’s direction. My mom, unsurprisingly, notices.
“You,” she says, pointing her finger at Dimitri. “Have you hurt my daughter?”
“Polina, calm down,” Dad says. “I doubt Dimitri has hurt Sofiya. Look at our daughter. Does she look hurt to you?”
Her eyes rake over me, searching for bruises. When she doesn’t find any – because they’re all on my backside – she calms down slightly. But that doesn’t stop her. “Not all wounds are physical. He could be hurting her mentally.”
“I can assure you,” Dimitri says, “that I am doing the best by your daughter.” What he really means is he’s doing the best by me for him. Trying to mold me into the perfect wife for him.
“I never wanted this marriage to happen,” my mom says. “I want Sofiya to come back home with us.”
“Polina,” Dad sighs. “We have to be reasonable here. Sofiya looks unhurt. And Dimitri and I made an alliance. He wouldn’t risk it by hurting her.”
“Ask your daughter how she’s doing,” Mom snaps.
With another sigh, like he can’t be bothered with any of this, my dad turns to me. “How are you doing, Sofiya?”
My lips part but nothing comes out. I want to tell him that I need his help. That I need to be kept safe from my own husband. The husband that I desperately want to get away from and yet, the husband I desperately want to hold.
Ivan’s eyes narrow the longer I go without saying anything.
“Sofiya,” Dimitri says, gently reminding me to not tell my parents anything.
“Are you all right?” Dad asks.
“I’m… fine,” I lie again.
Mom’s hands slap down at her sides. “Listen to our daughter, Ivan. She is not fine. Whatever that man is doing to her, it’s not good.”
“Let me talk to my daughter. Alone.” He takes my arm and leads me out of the living room. We find privacy in the kitchen. “Sofiya, are you all right?”
“I’m scared.”
“Of Dimitri?”
I hate that I can’t be stronger. That I can’t hold back the words. “He locked me up in a cage yesterday.”
“He did what?”
I can’t tell my dad about the spankings. Or the way I let Dimitri touch me between the legs because the spankings turn me on. That is a shame I’ll take to my grave.
“He wants to make me into his perfect wife.”
My dad turns away from me, a contemplative expression on his face. “That’s to be expected of a husband. Of course he would want you to be his perfect wife.”
A cold, heavy weight settles itself in my stomach. “Dad? What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that there must be a misunderstanding going on. I’m sure Dimitri is doing what he believes to be the best thing for you. You’ve never been married before. You don’t know what it’s like.”
“I’m pretty sure locking someone up in a cage is not what a marriage should look like.”
“Sofiya, I need this alliance with Dimitri to work. If I were to take you from him, it could mean war. He could kill me. Kill you even. I can’t risk your safety like that.”
“Even though my safety is at risk being here?”
He cups my cheek. “I need you to endure. I need you to be the best wife you can be. And I need you to not tell your mother any of this. She’ll have my head.”
“Because she knows this is wrong.”
Even though there’s a pain in my father’s eyes, he doesn’t do anything about it. “Be a good wife to him, for me, Sofiya. Please. Endure. For me. Like the good daughter you’ve always been.”
Expected to be the perfect daughter. Expected to be the perfect wife. It’s all getting to be too tiring.
When can I just be who I am for myself?
But the urge to make my father proud is in ingrained at me at this point so all I do is nod and say, “I’ll endure.”