Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Sofiya
The position is already uncomfortable.
“Please, Dimitri. I don’t like this.”
“It’s a punishment, Sofiya.” He pushes my hair back as if I’m a prized puppy instead of his wife. Despite that, I still lean into his touch. “It’s not supposed to be easy. You will stay like this the rest of the day. You can get up to walk around. I want you seated at my feet the entire day.”
“What if I have to use the bathroom?”
“I’ll let you go. But it will be under my supervision. I don’t trust you to put your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”
My face burns at the idea of Dimitri watching me pee. Granted, he’s already put his mouth on me. Nothing is more intimate than that. Yet, there’s something just so humiliating at the idea of him watching me use the bathroom. I guess that’s the point. This humiliation is meant to be a punishment.
“Now, you will follow me into my office. I have work to attend to.”
It’s hard to stand up without the use of my hands, especially with them bound behind my back, but I manage. Dimitri doesn’t help me up. Another form of punishment. The fact that he can be both sweet and scary is disconcerting. I never know which mood of his I’m going to get.
I glance at the bookshelf before I leave the bedroom, knowing Katya is just behind that wall. Knowing she wants to stay locked away in that room. I can’t understand it. But then again, I’ve never gone through something traumatizing like my father killing my own mother.
But I have been kidnapped and I know how life changing a scary situation like that can be.
Dimitri leads me into his office and he settles in his seat. I stand there, waiting for his command. “You will sit by my feet.” He turns to his computer, essentially dismissing me.
Slowly, I lower myself onto my knees and stay there, my heart pounding. Dimitri doesn’t look at me once. He just trusts that I’ll do as he says.
And the fact is: I want to make him proud. I like it. I crave it.
My head hurts just thinking of how confusing all of this is.
“I know you got the blueprints of this house from my office,” he murmurs, still not looking at me. “You were a naughty little thief.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Learn from your mistakes. Don’t break into my office ever again. When I tell you something, Sofiya, I expect you to listen.”
“Why can’t you?” I snap, unable to help myself. I may desire Dimitri’s praise but that doesn’t mean I like his hypocrisy.
Slowly, he turns to face me in his seat. “Why can’t I what?”
“Why can’t you listen to me? Listen when I tell you what I need?”
“What do you need?” he asks, leaning back as if this conversation is boring him. It makes me want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.
“I need…”
He raises an eyebrow. “Yes? I’m waiting.”
I huff. “I need kindness. Understanding.”
“I give you those things. I comfort you after you’ve been punished. I’ve given you multiple orgasms. I’ve saved you from being kidnapped. Most would consider that kindness.”
“But then you punish me. How is that kindness? You had to have known I’d go looking for your sister. You had to.”
“I figured you would eventually.”
“So why didn’t you stop me?”
“Because I wanted you to get into trouble.” He leans down to whisper in my ear.
“That way I could punish you again.” After sitting back, he looks me up and down.
“I wanted you on your knees before me. Your entire body on display for me. You’re still so innocent in so many ways. I can’t wait to make you mine.”
“Haven’t you already?” I whisper. It’s getting harder to think or breathe with him looking at me like this: like he wants to devour me all over again.
“I want to claim your virginity in a special way. In the right time. Not when I’m angry with you for snooping around. I want you trembling in my arms. Screaming my name. Begging for release. That’s what I want.”
“You could have it if you were just nicer to me.”
“Oh, Sofiya.” He chuckles darkly. “I already have you wrapped around my finger and we both know it. You will give your body to me when the time comes. I just love the foreplay of this. Teasing you. Getting you used to different forms of pleasure so that way when the time comes, you’re completely ready for me. ”
I hate that he’s right. I can barely stop thinking of Dimitri, even when he’s not around. It’s becoming a problem.
Or is it? Does it have to be a problem? If I just gave in to him…
“I love knowing you’re still a virgin, getting ready to take my cock soon.
” He runs his fingers between my breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind on my skin.
Before I can react, he grabs my right breast, making me gasp.
His thumb runs over my nipple. The spot between my legs throbs with desire.
“Are you getting wet all over again for me?” he asks, continuing to rub my nipple.
When he gently tugs on it, I let out a soft moan.
“You know, some women are able to come just from their breasts being played with. Are you one of those women?” He locks his eyes with mine and runs his thumb over my nipple, again and again and again.
I press my legs together to help with the growing arousal inside of me.
After the orgasm he’s already given me, I’m not sure how much more I can take.
But I am going to take it because I want this.
Dimitri’s sexy danger draws me in, making me desperate for him. Despite all my objections, I want him.
And I want him bad.
“Does this feel good?” He flicks my nipple. A loud gasp escapes my lips. Dimitri’s smile is a satisfied one. He loves knowing he has this kind of power over me.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I didn’t plan on it. Though, I’m not sure I should give you this. You need to be punished.”
“Please.” The desperation in my voice is loud and clear.
“All right. I won’t stop,” he says in a lazy tone. “But you better scream my name for me when you come. And I need you to come.”
I press my legs together so tightly that it helps with the arousal. “I can’t. I need more.”
“No, you’ll come with me only touching your breast. And you’ll do it now. Roll your hips around. That will help.”
I do as he says and find that it does help. It makes me feel more sexy. More desired. More like a woman.
Dimitri tugs on my nipple. I arch my back, pressing my breast more into his hand. He continues with his lazy, slow pace, knowing he has me completely under his spell. I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to and I don’t want to.
I buck my hips up into empty air. No one to touch me there. But just the act of moving my hips around helps me.
I drop my head back.
“Look at me,” he says darkly.
I bring my head back up and lock eyes with his. They’re so intense, it leaves me breathless.
“Come for me,” he orders, pulling on my nipple once more. “Now.”
My body finally listens.
An orgasm rips its way through me, shocking me to the core. My inner walls clench. There’s nothing inside of me or touching my nub between my legs but I still came anyway. Just from Dimitri’s touch on my nipple. Just from his sheer command.
He lets my breast go and turns back to his computer. A little grin is on his face. “You did good, Sofiya. You did good.”
I let out a low sigh as relief floods through my body. “Thank you.”
“You needed me to tell you that, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit, unable to look him in the eye.
“Why?”
“Because I like making you proud.”
“I want you to look at me when you talk to me.” It’s not a scolding. It’s just a simple, soft spoken command.
I force my head up and make myself look at him. “It feels good to make you proud.”
“So if it feels good, then why do you disobey me all the time?”
“Because I can’t help who I am. I’ve had freedom my entire life. I don’t want to be treated like a prisoner.”
“You’re not a prisoner.”
I give him a pointed look. “Dimitri, you tied my hands behind my back. You’ve locked me in a cage. You’ve tied me up to a bed. How am I not a prisoner?”
“Those were things to make you mine. Break you down. But I have no desire to keep you locked up forever. I want you to get to a point where you’re so devoted to me that you’ll never even think of leaving my side.
Ever. But right now, I know you’re not at that point.
I feel like you would run the first chance you get and I’m not taking any chances when it comes to that. ”
I can’t help the tears that hit my eyes and spill down my face. My shoulders shake.
“There now. No need to cry.” He wipes my tears away but more follow. “Sofiya, you are mine now. Accept it. I made an alliance with your father to get to you. Because I took one look at you and knew you needed to be mine. If you just gave in, we wouldn’t have these problems.”
“Maybe you could learn to be nicer.”
“And maybe you could learn to be more obedient.”
“And maybe you could learn to not punish me.”
He sits back in his seat, looking down at me for a long time, not speaking.
What I would give to know what’s on his mind.
“You’re not listening. You’re not learning.
You will sit beside me while I get work done and you will be quiet.
You will not speak. You will only speak if you need to use the bathroom.
Otherwise, nothing. Is that understood?”
Another flare of arousal hits me. Dimitri’s commanding voice just does things to me.
“Yes,” I answer him.
“Good. Now, quiet.”
I sit on my knees for a long time, keeping my back as straight as I can. A low ache begins in my low back but I have no choice but to ignore it. Dimitri has shown no sign he intends to make me stop sitting like this anytime soon.
He keeps his eyes glued to his computer, working away on things. I don’t even fully know what he does for work but now is not the time to ask. He told me to be quiet and I will be.
Until my stomach starts growling.