Chapter 7 #2
I wiggle my hands against the ropes on instinct to reach out for him. I want to touch him, to trace my fingers along the hard lines of his body—or maybe shove him off me. I don’t know exactly what I want to do, but I do know I can’t do it.
My breath quickens and with every swirl of his warm tongue against my nipples, I grow desperate with want.
“Untie me,” I say, breathless as he pulls his mouth away from me. He doesn’t say anything as he shifts on the bed. I try to pay attention to the sounds and sensations around me so I can anticipate where he’s going next, but my head is buzzing with sick pleasure.
What is wrong with me? Why do I like this so much?
His lips hit my stomach and the stubble of his beard tickles me in a way that sends a rush of warmth through my body. I squeeze my eyes inside the blindfold and try to picture what’s happening like I’m outside of my body.
In my head, I tell myself to picture Mikhail, hoping that would ease the guilt.
But I can’t. All I see is Matysh’s rock-hard body on top of me. Matysh’s teeth grazing against the soft flesh of my stomach. Matysh’s tongue slowly working its way down my body.
This is how you get out of your head. You have to imagine everything actually happening in reality around you.
“You have to earn your freedom, Catarina,” Matysh growls, his breath suddenly hot against my eager pussy.
His tongue finally meets my clit and I let out a desperate moan. He grips my thighs with his hands, his fingernails digging into my skin as his tongue works magic between my legs.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
My hips buck against his face, and I can hardly contain myself while his hands slowly creep up my body to squeeze my breasts.
He teases my clit, dragging a finger to my pussy and quickly sliding it inside me. “There it is, ogonyok (Little Flame). Show me how much of a slut you are for me.”
I suck in a gasp at his dirty words directed at me, still wishing desperately I could run my fingers through his hair.
I grind against him, and he works with me, rather than against me. How could this possibly be punishment? I grow close to climax, and a sultry moan is just about to slip…
Then it stops.
He pulls his hand away from me, his tongue coming to an abrupt halt as well. His weight shifts away, and even though I’m blindfolded, I arch my neck forward as if to glare at him.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, spreading my legs wider to invite him to keep going. “Why did you stop?”
“I told you that I’d make you beg,” Matysh says, his voice low and husky. “You’ll earn your sweet little cunt cumming. Now, beg!”
No, I can’t do this.
I won’t beg for him. There’s no way in hell.
“Untie me,” I say, shaking the silky ropes around my wrists.
My body stiffens as his hand reaches between my legs suddenly. I moan and relax into his touch as two fingers fill my aching pussy again.
“Ty takoy chertovski seksual'nyy (You’re so damn sexy),” Matysh whispers to himself. “While you’re tied up here, you're all mine to do with as I please. Mine to punish.”
As his finger arches inside me, exploring every inch of my wet pussy, my brain can’t function to come up with a response. I feel him brush against an extra sensitive spot inside me and it feels like the entire world is about to collapse around me.
“Right there,” I moan, biting my lip. Matysh strokes it again and just as I toss my head back ready to embrace the ecstasy of my orgasm, he stops again. Fuck me.
Now I’m just getting angry.
“Tell me, Little Flame, does it scare you more that you want me to control you, or that I already do?” Matysh asks when he pulls his fingers out of me.
I nearly let out a needy whimper as my arousal only grows between my legs, but I swallow it, finding my defiance. “You don’t scare me,” I mutter, gritting my teeth to keep my voice from shaking with desire.
He doesn’t say anything, but I hear footsteps on the floor, and I bite the insides of my cheeks hard as I try to imagine what’s happening. He’s not seriously just leaving me here half undone?
The bastard.
I hear some noises in the room and footsteps approaching again. I hold my breath in anticipation, then a sudden tug on my nipples as something cold latches onto them. They gradually tighten around me and I let out a confused cry.
“What the fuck?” I explode, breathing heavily. It’s mildly painful at first, but it gives way to an intense pleasure as the material warms and all I feel is a light tug on my already hard nipples.
Of course, Matysh doesn’t answer. Instead, I feel him hovering over me, his heavy cock brushing against my swollen clit. I let out a relieved moan and raise my hips to meet him, desperate for some release.
He gives me none.
Instead, Matysh puts a hand on my hip and pins me to the mattress as he flicks his tongue over my nipple. In whatever this device is, it feels sensational. My entire body shakes, and I whimper uncontrollably as he grinds his thick cock against me and hungrily toys with my nipples.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, my breath so ragged from want it’s hoarse.
“You know what I want to hear,” Matysh says as he goes back to my nipples. “Your punishment is learning that if you want to feel good, you have to fucking beg for it.”
“I hate you,” I whisper, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. “I fucking hate you.”
“That doesn’t sound like begging,” he rumbles, the head of his cock brushing my entrance and causing me to buck against him, desperate to feel him inside of me. “I can do this all night."
“I’m sure you already have, with many women before,” I bite back at him, my jealousy suddenly rampant and rearing its ugly head. “Fuck you, Matysh.”
“So fucking stubborn,” he chuckles, and then a hot slap fills the room as his palm collides with my pussy.
I only register the sensation, and it’s nearly more than I can take, my voice breaking through in a scream.
“I’ve fucked many women, but none of them have been my wife, Catarina.” His tone is dark, and if I didn’t know he was a total monster, I would say he’s kind of being romantic.
But still.
“Fuck you.”
He slaps my pussy again, and I suck in a sharp breath this time rather than screaming. Strangely, the wet sound mixed with the painful pleasure is almost too much.
Too much for me to fight.
“Please,” I blurt out, immediately clenching my jaw. My skin burns from the admission, but he still doesn’t move.
“Please, what?” He taunts me, causing me to buck and moan with another slap.
I lick my lips, letting out a quick breath. “Please, Matysh. I need you to fill me. Please just fuck me.”
I hold my breath, not knowing if that was enough for him. Then I feel his hands on my legs as he spreads them wider, not hesitating for a single moment, before ramming his huge cock inside me.
“Ooh-h-h god!” I cry out, breathing heavily, dizzy from the intense pleasure radiating through my body.
My nipples harden even more, squeezed automatically by the clamps around them.
“Your pussy is soaking wet for me,” Matysh erupts, his voice dripping with lust. “I’m surprised you held out as long as you did.”
I couldn’t possibly respond. All I can focus on is the fullness between my legs as he slowly pulls his cock out of me but then rams it back in with such force that the headboard thuds against the wall. He’s so massive I swear I can feel him reach my rib cage.
And I lose control completely.
“Fuck me,” I moan as he continues thrusting, his cock like a hot, hard rod filling me with every delicious thrust.
He bends one of my legs toward my chest and rhythmically rolls his hips against me, nearly taking my breath away as he brings me closer to orgasm.
“See what you get for obeying me,” Matysh growls. “I’ll give you everything you want as long as you do what I say. No fucking running.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper, biting my lip hard as he fucks me relentlessly, sending me over the edge at long last.
I scream out, not caring that there’s currently a guard standing outside the door. The only thing that matters right now is the explosion of pressure between my legs.
Matysh erupts inside of me and I feel the warmth of his cum filling me in thick ropes. Every throb against my walls feels like the start of a new orgasm. I never want this to end.
“Matysh!” I scream out again, repeating his name over and over as his seed fills me and my entire body feels like it’s floating.
He grunts when I say his name and pumps harder inside of me until he’s finally finished, and I’m collapsed on the mattress, hardly able to catch my breath.
I lie here bound and blindfolded for a few moments before the silk is ripped from my eyes and I’m blinded by the light in the room. Matysh is naked in front of me with a wicked grin on his face I’d love to slap off.
He takes the nipple clamps off slowly, smirking when I moan as the blood flow returns to them and a very pleasant tingling sensation begins.
My skin burns in the wake of what just happened. Matysh actually made me beg for him. It’s humiliating.
And now I hate myself even more. I fucking hate him for this.
“Untie me,” I demand, shaking the silky rope.
He walks to the bed frame and unties just one of my wrists before pulling the covers of the bed aside and sliding between the sheets. I rattle the other rope and stare at him expectantly.
“You do understand that I can't just let you go after your escape attempt, right?” Matysh says, shrugging his shoulders as if he has no other choice.
I could kill him. If I had both of my hands, I could climb on top of him and gouge his eyes out, but right now I seem not to have a choice in the matter.
Instead, I sit upright, adjusting the covers with my free hand to hide my naked body, humiliation burning in my face. I know he sees it, but he completely ignores me, rolling over so that his back is now to me.
This is so much worse than being in a gilded cage.