Chapter 30 #2
“Why did you come looking?” I ask, speaking softly against her ear. “Don’t you know what happens to little birds who fly too far out? Especially when it gets dark…”
She huffs out a nervous laugh. “I thought something happened to you—”
I pull on the rope a little, and her head tilts back, eyes locked with mine. “Lie. Why are you lying, Lastochka? Hmm?”
She blinks, looking away. I bet her cheeks are fucking flaming. “I just really wanted to see you.”
“Oh, is that it, then? What a needy pet,” I say, pulling the rope away from her neck. “Take off your clothes. Go sit on my desk, facing me.”
“Oh-kay,” she whispers. But she’s not fooling anyone with her hesitation.
Her steps have a bounce to them, like she was already horny before I commanded her.
So fucking adorable. I love how well we fit.
Soon enough, I’ll make her ask for the filthiest things—things a sheltered woman like her can’t even fathom.
Before she hauls herself up on the mahogany desk, she removes her robe then drags the nightgown above her head and slides down her panties.
Her round nipples point at me, pebbling at the low temperature and making my cock twitch.
Down below, her cunt is covered by thin curls that have grown since the last time she shaved.
My fucking mouth waters. At this point, I can’t decide how I like it more.
Once she has climbed up on the wood, I step in toward her.
“If we do this,” I tell her, “your mobility will be gone. I’ll tie you up tight and rough, and then I’ll use you for my enjoyment, exactly the way I want. Do you want me to stop?”
Her plump lips part, her breath trembling in front of her, eyes wide boring into mine. “No.”
I touch the tips of my fingers to her naked chest. Her gaze peers down and then back at me when I start pushing gently.
Arms braced at her sides, she lowers her back to the desk until she’s laying down, her feet dangling off the edge.
Christ—just this sight alone is enough to make me grind my molars.
She’s so perfect with that pussy looking up at me and her breasts heaving with her eager breaths.
I swallow, wrapping the rope around her left ankle then bending her knee to her chest so I can tie her wrist to the same knot. The feel of her smooth skin makes me work a little faster, the scent of her aroused, sweet cunt too distracting.
“Is that too tight?”
“A little,” she whispers, so I smile and tighten it up a notch. A pleased whimper slips past her lips. Don’t I fucking know what my girl likes?
I tie another knot on her other side, linking her wrist to her ankle.
Now, she’s on her back, her legs spread wide in the air and her hands shackled.
I tie two more knots, connecting her forearms to the spot right below her knees, and then I step back, admiring what I’ve done.
Both her cunt and her ass are on full display, her breasts the cherries on top.
“So fucking perfect,” I say, brushing my knuckles against her pussy. She jolts in the rope, seeing just how restrictive it is.
“Why?” she asks, her eyes fluttering closed. A bud of wetness forms at her opening, clear and inviting. I swipe it with my finger and press it against my tongue. Fucking delicious.
“Why what?”
“Why did you tie me up? Is it because I lied?”
I lean above her, bracing my arms on either side of her body and shaking my head. “Not to punish you, no.”
“Then why?” she insists, but I don’t answer. “Mikhail…?”
Cecilia
My back is pressed against the desk, hands and legs in the air, exposing everything to my husband.
A rush of anxiety and excitement pumps through my veins, making me hyper aware of every single sound and movement around me.
The position isn’t uncomfortable yet, but I just know it will be eventually.
Why am I looking forward to the pain? What is this man teaching my body to enjoy?
I let out a soft moan, the creak of a bottle ringing through the air, and my eyes want to snap to the direction of the sound, but they can’t. I can’t see what he’s doing from here, nor can I move around too much, considering the restraints.
“What is that?” I rush to ask.
Cold liquid pours down between my legs. His low voice rumbles above me as his hand cups my face, squeezing both cheeks until my lips purse. “All this talk is making me want to gag you. Do you want me to gag you, Cecilia?”
I breathe in and out, my pussy fluttering at the threat. It’s the only answer I can give him.
“Yes, it will hurt,” he says, casually smiling, anticipating one of the many questions I have swarming in my head. “Yes, you will love it. And yes, I will make you come. Now, give me your safe word so I know you remember it.”
“M-malachite.”
“The one and only.”
Then, his fingers slide between my legs, finding my pussy and—
“Mikhail…wait…” I say when I feel him touching my asshole.
But he doesn’t listen, pushing that finger inside me inch by inch as I fight the restraints. Finally, I understand why he keeps insisting on my safe word, why he tied me up.
Despite the new intrusion, my pussy still betrays me, throbbing softly above his hand, liking the way he explores me. If I tell him to stop, I won’t really mean it. If I give him my safe word…then, it’s real. And we’ll both know it.
A slight stretch draws a moan from me, my muscles clenched and a little tense around him. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but then again, that finger is nowhere near the thickness of his cock.
“Relax for me, Lastochka. The more you fight it, the more it will hurt.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” I whisper, forcing my body to loosen.
“Just like that, beautiful. It’s almost fully inside.”
I lie here and experience him, body and mind shackled to his will alone. He won’t stop until he claims me everywhere. And me? I still haven’t uttered my safe word.
“You’re being such a good girl for me. Look at this pretty hole. Fuck,” he says, thrusting in and out, slowly and rhythmically. Pleasure builds up somewhere—in my core, or right there where he touches me, I can’t tell exactly. All I know is it makes me want to beg for more.
“Pl-ease…”
“Please what, Cecilia?”
I turn my head to the side, the full plea refusing to form on my tongue.
“What have we learned so far, hmm? Tell me.”
“Don’t lie to you,” I breathe out. “Say what I mean and what I want.”
“So tell me what you want then.”
I squeeze my eyes shut from embarrassment, his thrusting making my body bob up and down on the table. The pleasure keeps building somewhere, but it’s dull. It needs more, and the only way I can get it is to ask. He wants me to ask. Damn him.
“I want…”
“Yes?”
“M-more. I want more.”
“More what?”
God. He’s really going to make me say it.
I take in a breath, swallow down my shame and my dignity, and, knowing full well where his finger is right now, I utter the words, “I need you to touch my pussy while you…do that thing with my ass.”
“Christ,” he chuckles, making my cheeks burn with the force of a thousand suns. “Look at you. So needy. So fucking sweet. You make me so proud, Cecilia.”
His finger exits my ass before another, bigger object breaches my entrance. It feels cold, metallic, smooth, and it stretches me more than his finger did. Still, the pleasure builds and builds, so much so that not being able to touch my clit simultaneously brings tears to my eyes.
“I said please. Please. I asked you...”
“Ah, fuck this,” he mutters to himself, removing the object and throwing it to the floor. The sound of his zipper tells me he’s had enough of preparing me for his cock. Thank God. I need more.
The creak of that lube bottle rings in my ears again.
More liquid drips down onto my asshole right before he grips my thighs and guides the crown of his cock there.
I let out a moan at the feel of him—big, warm, silky.
He groans too, and then he pushes himself against me, a ring of fire replacing all the pleasure from earlier.
It hurts. It goddamn hurts, and he’s not even inside me.
“You can take me,” he murmurs, bringing his thumb to my clit and rubbing a little—a much needed relief. “You need to relax. Let me in.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I whimper, tears prickling my eyes.
Just say it. Give him your safe word.
I don’t want to.
“You can. I’m fucking this ass, Cecilia.”
He leans into me, his mouth cupping my nipple, his tongue flicking against it as if he’s kissing my mouth.
My breathing hastens, my back arching as my mouth hangs open, erupting with moans.
His cock pushes against my ass a little further, and his thumb keeps rubbing my clit, his lips teasing my breast. The sensations build upon each other, my core tingling with need, my chest exploding with the proof of my pleasure.
He praises, groans, and fucks until, eventually, I end up with all of him inside me.
“Oh my fucking God, sweetheart.” He breathes hard and fast, kissing the side of my neck. “You feel incredible. Better than I could’ve ever imagined. Fuck, I wish you could feel this like I do.”
Only, I do feel it. I’m full of him—he’s everywhere.
My pussy pulses and pulses, and I’m flooded with an overwhelming need to come.
And when he starts thrusting in that forbidden hole for the first time, we both lose it.
His cock is hungry and rabid, pounding into me the same way he did my pussy when he first took me.
It hurts and it doesn’t. It stretches and it relaxes.
He fucks me like he owns me, and I want it.
“So fucking tight. So beautiful. Look what you’re doing to me—”
“Ahhh,” I moan, arching and squirming, needing to run my fingers through his hair and brush my lips against his. I want him everywhere. Everywhere.
My orgasm ripples through me out of nowhere. I clench and twitch and throb, oceans of pleasure washing over me as I chant his name like a prayer. Tears flood my eyes. Inside me, his cock grows harder.
“There’s my good girl. There she is,” he groans, a sound that reverberates low in my core, brushing against my pussy.
Warm cum pulses inside me like a caress, and I close my eyes, tilting my head back and focusing on all the sensations.
He’s insane. Possessed. A devil in disguise.
And I can’t help but want him to ruin me this way forever.
After he unties me, my limbs barely function.
Mikhail takes me in his arms, cradling me to his chest and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
His lips kiss every inch of my neck and face—my nose, my cheeks, my temples, everywhere.
I smile at the endearing gesture, feeling warm and safe in his chest.