Chapter 11
A calm settles over her features. I release her arm. I’ve seen this look before; it’s a facade.
She’s pretending to give in, but the wheels are spinning in that pretty little head of hers. Trying to come up with a plan.
She may hate that Volkov blood runs through her veins, and with a father like hers, I don’t blame her, but she is just as calculating as her brothers. If she were to take interest in the family business and dip her toe into those waters, she’d be a force no one would be able to stop.
“When Jimmy Peters brought me home one night, you were there. Do you remember that?” She tilts her head as though she’s actually curious.
She knows damn well I remember that fucking prick.
“I do.”
“You were angry with him.”
“He brought you home drunk out of your fucking mind.”
“He did.” She laughs, stepping back from me. “And you took care of me, tucked me into bed, made sure I had aspirin waiting for me in the morning. And when I talked to him later, he said he couldn’t see me anymore.”
I lift my chin. “It was a good decision on his part.”
“Because you’d told him you’d rip his dick off and make him choke on it if he ever called me again.”
“He told you that?” The asshole probably thought he would gain her sympathy by tattling on our conversation.
“Were you jealous then?”
“Elana.” She’s playing a dangerous game.
“You were. You didn’t like the idea of men touching me, kissing me.” She takes a step back. “Fucking me.”
“All you’re going to do is get yourself in trouble here, Elana. Be careful.”
A flicker of amusement crosses her eyes. She’s enjoying this, getting me angry at these memories. She wants me to hate her for them.
“Trouble? It’s what I do best.” She laughs, spinning around like she’s dismissed me.
I let her stalk off into the bedroom. When the door slams, I take my time cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Let her stew. She thinks she’s won something, reminding me how out of reach she’s been.
She’s not now.
Right now, she’s in my cabin, in the woods, far away from her brothers, from Janis, and the Irish. The only monster she needs to worry about right now is me.
But she doesn’t fully understand that yet.
When I approach the bedroom, I hear moans. Her moans.
I grab the doorknob to find it locked. She’s locked me out of my own bedroom in my own cabin.
The fucking brat.
Another moan.
There’s a key somewhere for the door, but I’m not wasting time. Throwing my shoulder into the door, I burst into the bedroom.
She’s sprawled out on the bed, her clothes scattered across the floor and her legs bent at the knee, spread open. Two fingers stuffed into her cunt. Her other hand pinches her nipple.
It takes a second for her to register my presence.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
She freezes. Did she honestly think I wasn’t going to come back here? Did she genuinely believe she’d have privacy simply because she locked the fucking door handle?
“What are you thinking, Elana? Did you come in here thinking you’d won? That you got your way? Made me remember that little shit had his hands on you. That other men have had their hands on you, and it turned you on?”
She snaps her knees closed, sliding her hand out from between them.
“What got your pussy wet, thinking about them?”
Her throat works, and she gives a little nod. I’m starting to think she didn’t think this through.
I suppose she has no reason to believe I wouldn’t barge in here on her.
Whenever she’s given a little resistance, she’s gotten her way.
Her brothers were always afraid she’d pull away from them if they pushed too hard when she was old enough to live on her own.
Her father never gave a shit about her, and her mother had died when Elana needed the nurturing hand of a mother. No one was left to lay down the law.
“Artem.” She reaches for the blankets she’d thrown back when she woke up, but I grab them, yanking them to the bottom of the bed, out of her reach.
“Tell me. Was it their hands on your tits just now?”
“No.” Her eyes dart for the door.
“Try it, Babygirl, and you’ll wish I pulled off my belt. Answer me. Were you fantasizing about Jimmy Peters? About Tony fucking DeAngelo?”
My fingers curl into my palms just saying their fucking names.
“No.” She drops her hands to her sides, fixing me with a defiant glare. “I was thinking about you.”
Moving closer to the bed, I stare down at her, at her gorgeous curves and smooth skin. There’s a small cut on her left leg where she nicked herself shaving. A dark mole on her stomach, just to the left of her belly button. A dark pink birthmark on her left hip.
She’s fucking perfect.
And she’s laid out for me like a gift made just for me.
“What were you thinking about? The lies you told me, that you don’t belong to me? That you can’t have me? That you think you can deny me what I’ve waited years for?”
She pushes up to her elbows. “I was thinking about what you did yesterday.”
“When I punished you? You were thinking about being punished?” No judgement from me. When I remember her ass bouncing perfectly after each lash of my belt, my cock gets rock hard.
“This is stupid. Give me my clothes.” She turns, like she’s going to roll off the bed, but I’m not having that.
“Lie back.” I order her.
“Artem, I’m not playing—”
“I’m not either. You obviously wanted to make a point here. Well, you’ve made it.”
Her cheeks flushed, like a little girl getting caught with her hand stuck in the cookie jar.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t?” I grab hold of her wrist, yanking her closer to me as I lean into her. “You just got so aroused you had to come in here and play with what doesn’t belong to you? Is that what you want me to believe?”
“Artem, let me go.”
“No. This little cat and mouse game is over. You wanted my attention. You want to be punished. Who am I to deny you?” I brush my nose against her cheek, inhaling the sweet scent of her rebellion. “You’ve touched what’s mine. Now lie the fuck back down.”
Eyes full of arousal and trepidation, she leans back against the pillows.
“This is what you wanted. You wanted me to punish you, but there are many ways to punish a bad girl without a spanking.” I slap her tit from the side, delighting in the way it bounces from the impact.
She curls her shoulders. I slap the other breast, taking her nipple between two fingers and pinching.
“Ow!” She winces, raising her hands to shove me away.
“Hands down, Babygirl. Daddy’s playing, and you don’t want to get in my way.”
She scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip, trying to decide if she should comply or push me further. Lifting one hip then the other, she tucks her hands beneath her ass.
“Smart girl.” I grin. Her chest rises and falls with her increased breaths.
I roll her peaked nipple beneath the pad of my finger, waiting until her eyelids drop a fraction. Then I pinch again, this time twisting to the right.
“Fuck!” She curls her shoulders again, as though she can pull her breasts away from me with the movement.
“Stay still.” I order her. “Don’t pull away, don’t try to escape it, just accept it.”
“It hurts so much,” she whimpers.
“Good.” I lower my mouth to her breast, letting go of her nipple and replacing my fingers with my mouth.
Another moan, this one filled with unexpected pleasure. Flicking my tongue over the tender nub, she arches her back, pushing her tit up at me.
“No, Babygirl, you take what I give and nothing more,” I press her shoulders down until she’s flat on the bed again.
She groans, but it’s rough and ragged, more like a cat growling.
I take her nipple between my teeth and bite down until she hisses.
“Such a cute kitty,” I mutter against her tit before flicking the nipple with the tip of my tongue and standing back up to my full height.
I open my jeans, shoving them and my boxers down enough to pull my cock out. It’s heavy and hot in my hand as I fist it at the base. Squeezing a little to take off some of the edge, I bring my eyes to hers.
“See, I can play, too.” Slowly, I stroke my shaft, clenching my teeth to keep from making any sounds.
Her lying here open for me, being such a good girl for me right this moment, makes it hard not to jerk myself off. But that would be a quick payoff, and I haven’t waited this long to have her to act such a fool.
Her tongue darts out, running along her bottom lip.
“Is there something you want, Babygirl?” I ask, squeezing the head of my cock until a bead of pre-cum appears. Swiping it with my thumb, I bring it to her mouth. “Open.”
Dutifully she complies, staring up at me as she parts her lips and takes my thumb. She licks me clean, slowly dragging her tongue over my skin then sucking softly.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby.” I point to the spot in front of me on the bed.
Quickly, she moves into place, looking up at me with those wide, curious eyes that makes me want throw her on the bed and fuck her within an inch of her life.
Or mine.
“Open your mouth, I’m going to feed you.” I bring the head of my cock toward her. “And you’re going to take every inch of me.”
Her eyes go wide. It’s going to be hard to get me inside her mouth, down her throat.
But punishments aren’t supposed to be easy.
I grip her chin, dragging her eyes back up to mine.
“When I hit the back of your throat, swallow and keeping swallowing,” I tell her.
“I know how to suck a dick, Artem.” Her pride makes her forget who she’s talking to.
“Then suck.” I shove my cock past her lips. I’d planned to go slow, but if she wants to keep playing the brat, then she’ll need to learn things the hard way.
As soon as my cock hits the back of her throat, I push harder, shoving further until she gags. Fisting my hand in her hair, I keep her steady, not letting her retreat.
“You said you knew how, so do it.”
Her hands fly to my thighs trying to shove me back, but the lesson hasn’t been learned yet.
“Breathe through your nose, you’re fine. Breathe.” She drags in a breath, her nostrils flaring with the intensity.
Her fingers soften on my legs, and her tongue runs along the underside of my cock. I groan, rolling my head back.
“That’s a good girl.” I push forward more, feeling her throat constrict around me when she swallows.
A tear falls down her cheek, and I catch it with my thumb and lick it off.
My balls pull tight. Her mouth is so hot, so wet, and when she starts to suck on me, I’m pretty damn sure I’m in heaven.
“So good.” With small thrusts, I fuck her mouth, hitting her throat again and again, but each time she swallows, taking me further without trouble.
Her moan vibrates along my cock, and I nearly lose it.
When I look down at her, I find her eyes on me. Her lips stretched thin around my cock.
“You’re so pretty like this, with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” I cup her chin, holding her while I tighten my fist in her hair.
I thrust harder, faster. She pushes against my thighs again, but I’m not going anywhere.
“Fuck!” I roar as my orgasm tears through me. Electricity sparks through my spine, and I hold steady, unleashing down her throat.
She swallows as best she can, but she ends up sputtering. I pull back slightly, filling her mouth as I draw back.
“Swallow it,” I ground out. “Every fucking drop, or you’ll be licking it clean from wherever you spill it.”
My brain is barely working, but it’s her. When it comes to Elana, it doesn’t seem to matter what the outside world is doing, what my own body is doing. She becomes my only focus.
Her throat works as she swallows. The sensation borders on painful, but I take it.
I drag my cock out of her mouth, rubbing the head across her lips.
“Show me.”
Embarrassment flashes in her eyes, but I’m not letting her off the hook. It won’t do her any good to give into her.
“Open up and show me. Show me you’ve swallowed every bit of my cum.” I lower my voice.
She drops open her mouth, slowly sticking her tongue and tilting her head back so I can see everything.
Leaning down to her, I run my thumb across her cheek.
“Such a good girl, eating all of my cum.” I kiss her, a deep kiss that breathes life into my soul.
When I break it off, I tuck my cock back into my pants, pulling them up and buttoning.
Her brow wrinkles in confusion.
“It’s going to be cold today. I’m going to get some firewood for later. You should take a shower and get dressed.”
“What?” Naked, she sits back on her heels, confusion replacing arousal in her gaze.
I zip my jeans.
I cup her chin again, brushing my lips across hers softly.
“You tried to steal from me. You don’t get rewarded for that. If you’re good, I’ll reward you tonight. No touching what’s mine, understand?”
“No.” She blurts out. “I don’t understand!”
I smile, caressing her cheek.
“Your whole life there’s been negative reactions. Your father ignored you. Your brothers lectured and punished. Now, you have this horrible guilt eating away at you, and you think if I yell, if I punish you enough, it will go away.”
“You’re impossible! You think you know everything.” She tries to sink back, covering her breasts with her arms.
“Not everything, but I do know you, Babygirl. And I’m going to show you something different. I’m going to show you how amazing it can feel to be my good girl. So, no touching what doesn’t belong to you, and no more trouble.”
“But you…last night…you.”
“I what? Say it.” Fuck this woman makes my soul sing. My entire body hums from her energy.
“You spanked me!” She blurts. “So, why not today?”
“Last night you needed a spanking. Today, you wanted one. I’ll always give you want you need.” I pull open the door, eying the splintered wood I’ll need to replace. “Get dressed. Like I said, it’s going to be cold today.”
I shut the door behind me and a moment later hear a soft thud. Like she’s thrown a pillow at it.
Good.
Her spirit is alive and well.