Chapter 41
Mikhail
Doll sobs as I make her stand up, her feet surely screaming in pain.
It’s delectable, and I can’t help licking her cheek to taste her tears.
Fuck! Almost as good as her cunt. And her blood?
Jesus fucking Christ, I never knew I’d be into that, and I certainly didn’t plan to make Doll bleed, yet I already know today won’t be the last time I taste her blood.
Later, I will absolutely look up some blood play ideas, but right now I just need to be buried inside one of my Doll’s waiting holes.
I considered face-fucking her, but I think I’ll go with her cunt or her ass tonight.
Perhaps one, then the other. Yeah, that sounds better.
Even better is when she chokes and struggles and clenches around me.
“Come,” I order, and Doll hisses in pain as she obediently follows me to the bathroom.
I start the water to fill the sink, then turn to braid my Doll’s hair.
Once I have a long braid to hold on to, I tie her hands behind her back and make her bend over so her shoulders rest, no doubt uncomfortably, against the edge of the counter, her face right over the full sink.
She gasps and trembles as she realizes my plan. “M-Master?”
God, I love the fear in her voice. I could live on her tears and whimpers. Wrapping her braid around my hand, I ask, sharp and deliberate, “Who do you belong to?”
“Y-you, Master,” she whispers back, still deliciously terrified.
“That’s right. Everything you are belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your soul and your heart. If I decide to drown you and fuck your corpse, you can’t do shit about it because none of this is your choice. Is that clear?”
“Y-y-yes, M-Master.”
Her breathing is quick and shallow now, on the edge of hyperventilating. While her fear is enjoyable, I don’t want her passing out, so I tug her braid to crane her head back. “You will not die, Doll. I told you, I’m not done with you, and corpses really aren’t that much fun. Now, deep breath.”
As soon as she sucks in a sharp gasp, I push Doll’s head into the water.
Ignoring her squirming, I line my cock to her pussy and thrust inside in one sharp stroke.
She’s so wet that I slide in easily, her tight heat enveloping me like coming home.
Yes. This is where I belong. Inside my Doll.
It’s where she belongs, too. There’s no way she wasn’t made for me.
She’s too perfect a fit for this to be a coincidence.
No, someone created Grace just for me, to be my obedient sex toy, my cock warmer, my everything.
Her body twitches and she squirms harder, her bound hands flexing as she tries to reach me.
Her cunt squeezes me so exquisitely I see stars, but I resist the urge to hold her under just a few more seconds and pull her head out to let her catch a few coughing breaths.
As soon as she takes a breath without heaving, I push her back under and start fucking her in earnest, holding onto her hip to avoid slamming her shoulders into the counter too hard.
I repeat the process several more times, giving her just enough time to make sure she doesn’t drown before shoving her face back in the water.
She squirms and writhes and clenches around my cock, and I think I might have died and gone to fucking heaven.
My balls draw tight and the beginnings of an orgasm tingle through me, but I push it back.
I’m not ready for this to be over, and Doll won’t be in shape for a round two.
She’ll probably crash the second I stop drowning her, and fucking them while they’re unconscious really isn’t my thing.
I like my toys awake so they can moan and cry for me.
Pulling out of her pussy, I give her a longer breather as I spit into my palm.
I could go get lube, but fuck it. I taught my Doll that her Masters won’t always bother with lube or prepping her, and that she has to be prepared to take them anyway.
It’s time to put those teachings to good use.
I rub the spit between Grace’s ass cheeks, and she moans when my fingers circle her asshole.
“Enjoying yourself, Doll?” I get a desperate whimper, and then she’s in the water again.
She freezes when I press the tip of my cock against her tight ring of muscle.
When I force myself inside, there’s a burst of bubbles, and Doll writhes so forcefully she nearly knocks me over.
I pull her up and laugh. “No screaming under water, Doll. Just be a good girl and take my cock.”
“Master… Please…” she whimpers, but I’m not interested in what she has to say right now.
Once she takes a breath, I shove her head back underwater and hold her there as I tunnel through her asshole until I’m fully seated.
It’s fucking heaven, and the way she squeezes me as she starts running out of air borders on painful.
I won’t last long, so as I start fucking her in earnest, I move my hand from her hip to her clit.
There are bubbles again, but this time I don’t let her up until she stops fighting and her twitches grow farther apart.
Then I yank her head up and let her cough out an impressive amount of water.
“Focus, Doll,” I soothe as I rub her clit. She coughs and sobs, but moves into my touch, desperate for release.
“Please…”
“One more time. You better come before you drown, or I’ll be rather angry.”
She hastily sucks in a deep breath and doesn’t struggle as I push her under.
Her hips undulate as I rub her clit. When I sink my fingers inside her, keeping pressure on her clit with the heel of my palm, she moves against me, her asshole sucking me deep and squeezing me as if she were desperate to hold me inside.
I curl my fingers to hit her G-spot and then start thrusting again, holding Doll in place by her cunt.
She writhes under me again, from either lack of air or incoming orgasm.
I don’t know which, but I keep fingering her pussy as I fuck her ass until I feel the telltale flutter of her inner walls.
By then, Doll is twitching and trying to squirm away, so I tighten my grip on her hair and push her deeper into the sink.
She’s splashed water out, and I want to be sure she’s fully submerged.
When she comes, her back arches and muscles lock, squeezing me so tightly I feel like she’s going to crush my cock and fingers.
The immense pressure sets me off, and I shoot my load into her ass, unable to move an inch.
She’s still as she rides out her orgasm and only starts struggling again once her pleasure subsides.
I pull her out then, licking at her cheek as she coughs and takes in heaving breaths.
“Fuck, Doll,” I groan, still deep inside of her. “You were amazing. Fucking hell, I can’t even…” Shaking my head, I trail off, because I truly don’t have words for what just happened. We’re doing this again soon. It was exquisite.
Grace doesn’t speak, just makes delightful choking and gagging noises that make my cock twitch even though I just came.
Her knees buckle, though, and I know she’s had enough.
Regretfully, I pull out of her tight ass and push the escaped cum back inside.
“Hold on to it for me,” I murmur in my Doll’s ear as I half lead, half carry her to the bed.
Only when she collapses on the slightly bloodied sheets do I untie her hands and climb in after her.
“You were amazing,” I repeat, not sure if she was tracking the first time I told her. She’s half asleep already, so I’ll have to repeat it to her tomorrow, and then every day for the rest of our lives. “Perfect. I love you, Grace.”
“Hmm,” she hums, a contented smile brightening her splotchy face.
She curls on her side, and when I spoon her, she reaches behind to grab my cock.
I can’t help but moan as she gives it a light stroke, running her thumb over the sensitive tip before guiding it to her pussy.
Even though I’m only half-hard, I shift to enter her, letting her heat cradle me as we both drift off to sleep.
“I love you too, Mikhail,” she whispers with surprising clarity. “Never leave me.”
“Never,” I promise. I might have errands to run, like securing the twink and gifting him to Cameron, but I should be able to manage that while Grace sleeps off today’s punishment.
Tomorrow, I might even give her some painkillers because I did work her over harder than I intended.
I was just so damned angry with her, even if her mistake was partly my fault.
Perhaps I should let her spank me in return.
I scoff at the thought. I wouldn’t be opposed to trying it, but I doubt Grace would enjoy it.
She’s submissive through and through. No, my punishment is that she clearly doesn’t fully trust me and honestly, that’s a much worse punishment than any spanking.
She’s my heart, my soul, my everything. I’d do anything for her, and not having her trust hurts.
I deserve it, though. I should have told her my plan, reassured her that I would come for her, even if I wouldn’t be the one to rescue her from Chernov.
Instead, I just packed her in a gift box and sent her away.
It’s no wonder she doubted me. Fortunately, I have the rest of our lives to earn her trust back.