Chapter 11 #2
He cuts into his food, unhurried, watching me from under his lashes. Tension vibrates through his body. Nothing with Roman is too soon. The world bends to his will, his timing. I will, too. But I’ll spit fire the whole time.
“Not to your liking?” he asks casually as he gestures to the food.
I lift my eyes to his, trying to steady my breath. “It’s perfect,” I murmur. “I’m just… nervous.”
He sets his knife down. Folds his hands. Nods once. “Understandable.” Then his gaze sharpens—darkens—hunts. “You’re right to be afraid.”
“Oh?”
I resist every urge to shiver.
“I’m going to tear you in half tonight, Valentina. I’m splitting your pretty pussy open and making it mine. Making you mine. In every way a man can for his woman. And a king for his queen.”
My lungs nearly collapse. My heart hammers in my eardrums.
“Breathe, Maya Valya.”
I drag slow, deep breaths through my nose and reach for my wine. But Roman stops me. At first, I narrow my eyes and tug on the wine glass, but with one daggered glare, I let go. There is no running from this. There’s no escaping him.
“You will scream,” he assures me. “But you will also kneel and beg, cry and crawl to me. I will make sure of it.”
I grit my teeth. “You can try.”
“Challenge accepted.” He rises with a feral gleam in his eye, like he’s ready to feast. “Let us commence.”
What?
A shock wave of terror detonates in my chest. One split-second deadpan with him. A muscle bounces in his jaw. Shitshitshit. My fear overrules everything. I’m hardly aware of my own body when I upend the table, sending food flying and dishes clattering to the floor. The wine bottle shatters.
I’m running for the door. No plan. I dare him to catch me. Part of me wants him to.
And he does.
A solid arm of iron locks around my waist, dragging me back. Cursing, I kick and thrash, hellbent on battling him, ignoring the lust raging through my blood.
He has me shackled to the bed in seconds, then spreads my legs until I’m spread-eagled.
“You are intoxicating, Valentina Makarova,” he hums, low and dark above my ear, stirring the heat in my belly more.
“Once you learn to give me your trust, your utter submission, you will be even more intoxicating. I will enjoy punishing you tonight, disciplining you, toying with you, edging you, then forcing you to orgasm as many times as I please. And then, I will shove my cock in you so deep, your very soul will feel it, and your cunt will forever remember the shape of me.”
I’m breathing a windstorm through my nose, heart racing when blackness invades my vision. He’s blindfolded me. My nipples bead, and I can’t fathom how I’m getting off on all this.
“You will learn to appreciate the darkness. Like the lair of a beast. And the pleasure I will bring you within that lair.”
“Roman…”
“No. You must earn the right to call me Roman. Until you do, it is Master.”
Frustration mounts in me, a livid heat. “You’ve got to be fucking me.”
“Not yet.” Amusement laces his voice. “But soon.”
Shit.
His hands find the center of my dress. He rips. I flinch, yelping as he bares me. Cool air carrying the scent of vanilla and amber drifts across my exposed skin. My breasts have spilled out. All I wear is a lacy thong, which he quickly rips off, chuckling darkly at my wetness there.
I hear a nearby drawer opening. A moment later, and he’s pinching my nipple. He does the same with the other.
“Hmm…one of my favorite toys, Valentina. And your rosy pink buds are perfect for the ministrations.” He traces my areola, and a shiver skates up my spine.
“Now, your first test tonight will be to share with me how this feels. You must be perfectly honest in every nitty, gritty detail. Or you will be punished. Is that understood?”
When I don’t answer, he slaps my breast, leaving a red, burning mark on the swell.
“Understood, understood!” I shriek.
“Master.”
I want to spit. But I swallow my pride. Or a portion of it. Then take a deep breath and say, “Understood, Master.”
“Good girl.”
He fixes a toy to each of my nipples, tightening.
It feels like pins and needles biting them.
And then…my tits explode with blinding pleasure.
Subtle vibration. I feel the blood rushing to the surface of my nipples, the clamps pinching and swelling them, surging desire through them.
The invisible thread connecting them to my pussy thrums, spreading a throbbing ache between my legs.
“Roman!” I moan, battling the overwhelming sensations.
The vibrations increase. He slaps my other breast, knocking them together.
“Master! The vibration has ten settings for maximum intensity. The clamps are designed to grow tighter with each level. They stimulate your sensitive nipples to enhance the intense pleasure. You will come soon. Without my touching you, you will come.”
I clench my hands into fists, straining with the shackles. Hot fluids trickle from my opening while more liquid heat floods my center. When the vibration grows, and the clamps feel like teeth digging in, I know. He’s turned up the setting.
The pressure snaps. Stars burst and shatter in my vision. I scream from the orgasm powering through me. My back bows beneath the force of it. My pussy convulses around nothing, spasming, pulsing, then slicking my pubic lips with my release.
Roman’s mouth slams against mine, swallowing my scream.