Chapter 51
“Sadists don’t change, Valentina. They merely…evolve.”
VALENTINA
It hurts like hell—him not moving. Only stretching all the walls of my cunt.
As he tweaks my nipples, stimulating them while tugging on that invisible tether to my clit, it takes all my willpower not to squirm and writhe. I grip so hard on the fabric of his pants, my hands are white-knuckled.
Roman and I have not gone one day without fucking. Not one day since we began this journey. My spine bristles, my heart shudders at the idea of him pulling away just because I’m carrying his child. Our child.
But it’s inevitable, isn’t it? At some point, he’ll need to leave on his assassin duties. And for the first time, I won’t be able to come. Flight travel isn’t safe enough.
But this place? It brings me to tears. It’s the most beautiful, breathtaking sight I could ever imagine. More than the hot spring with its open ceiling.
This is like something out of a fairy tale. But it also testifies to power, power he is proving with us in this position. I’m barely clothed. Vulnerable. He still wears everything.
I just wish he would fucking move. Emphasis on the fucking.
“You know what I am, Valentina Makarova,” he says, dark, low, and silky in my ear.
He doesn’t let go of my nipples, but he pauses.
“You know I am a sadist and a dom. I have spent years chasing this high, my brain and body both acclimated to such hungers. And you, Moya Samotsvet, have been the only woman who could ever meet all those hungers. And rival them, Valya.”
“Happy to oblige. Can we get to the fucking now?”
Growling low, he fists my hair, yanking my head back so hard, I see stars. I yelp but purse my lips, closing my eyes once, and nod in apology. It reminds me of the time he was praising my body in the bathroom when I bratted, and he spanked me for it. That day seems so far away.
“Listen,” he commands, voice sharpening.
“You know I love you, Valentina. In the possessed and addicted way a man can love a woman, a sadist can love a masochist. I have spent many a long night thinking of the time when the one worthy woman, my queen, would become pregnant. How I would handle her physical state.”
“Physical state?”
“The body is resilient, including the womb. But it does not mean the same rules apply. You are pregnant, Valentina. The rules must change.”
It’s the first time he moves. Just once. He comes out halfway and stabs back in again.
“Oh, God, Rom—my Lord!” I whine, trying to gain some leverage, but he yanks harder on my hair, forbidding it.
“We must reframe things.”
“As long as you don’t turn into a monk—”
“I am serious, Valentina. For I cannot change. I am scarred beyond hell for that.”
I hiss, insisting, “I don’t want you to change.”
“Good. What we have is not a power exchange, my Jewel. I set the rules. And the terms. But…we need more understanding moving forward. Equality.”
As he softly releases my hair, I tilt my head and glare daggers at him. “We don’t need understanding, my Lord Roman. You have my trust.”
“Be that as it may, I am informing you of the positions I will place you in—ones that will ensure a way to sate the beast but preserve the mother of my child. Sadists don’t change, Valentina. They merely…evolve.”
I tremble, unable to prevent squeezing him.
His breath grows heavy. “This place and this throne will appease some of the beast when you submit and surrender to my reign.”
He gestures to our environs, and I look up, feeling as much as seeing the Northern Lights, long prisms dancing across the night. A multi-colored extravagance.
“But…”
“Exhibitionism will serve a worthy function for the edge I need.”
Like the time at the ball when he had me do a blowjob in the lounge while he discussed business with all those present.
“I can live with that.” I shrug. The idea of Roman showing me off, even when I am pregnant, must be a kink because it sent heat spiraling to my pussy.
“It does me good to hear you say it.”
“And if I hadn’t?”
He chuckles darkly. “Wouldn’t have mattered.”
I shrug again, but can’t help my giggle. Because I know who he is. I know his hungers, his needs run deep. So do mine.
“Any beatings will be spankings by my hand and my hand alone,” he dictates. “No whips. No canes. No other instruments.”
“What else?”
“Lactation play.”
My breath hitches. I knew anything with breasts was a kink to him, but I didn’t know this. When ribbons of heat surge to my center, I recognize how it’s a kink for me as well. My breasts, my nipples have always been sensitive. I imagine they will be more when I’m further along.
“I can live with that, too. I think I…might enjoy it.”
“Other kinks will be taken into consideration during the day. During this time period, I need your submission and surrender more than ever, Valentina. Do not try to claw away my dominance. Let me sate the beast and my wife in the best way I deem so.”
I nod without hesitation. “I will, my Lord. I swear. Mmm…”
“I will have an endless supply of toys to use upon you. Some new. Others, familiar, older.”
He takes something out of his coat pocket. Because, of course, only my husband would bring a sex toy with him. That’s when I realize…it’s the same toy his brother once used on me. The triune-pleasured instrument. He lathers it up with lube first.
Suddenly, I’m creaming more for him, longing to purge the last memory.
“Oh, God!” I cry out from Roman, somehow managing to insert the six anal beads inside me while positioning the prongs at my clit to stimulate them. All but the curved pussy insert. Because he is already filling me.
Then, he tugs on the fur coat and casts it aside until I am naked, utterly exposed to the starlight above us, those ever-shifting and ethereal patterns of light in the velvet night sky.
I writhe on his lap as he kneads my breasts. Those beads chafe the inner walls of my anus.
“Sometimes, pregnancy hormones increase arousal and heighten stimulation response,” he informs me, sliding the instrument in and out with expertise as the curved attachment rubs against the underside of his cock.
No vibration. Yet. “And as your breasts grow, expect more slapping, Valya. At any time, I may do this. And I will certainly do this more at any business meetings I may have where you are present. I will display you, but also reinforce how you are my queen, my possession. They will never touch you.”
I believe him. Roman would cut off the fingers of any man who would dare to try, followed by their cocks. But if he wants me to sit on his lap and display me with pride? I can live with that. And enjoy it.
Regardless, I trust him…with everything. Perhaps that is a mistake, but it’s my choice. As long as none of these sessions include our estate staff, that’s all I care about.
He continues to slide the instrument in and out, building up the delicious torment, rubbing the pronged ends along my clitoris.
“Oh! Mmm…” All I manage are a few moans, a whimper here and there, a soft cry.
Roman pauses, and all I want to do is punch him because I was so close!
“Once you have delivered and following your healing time, we will return to our standard dynamic. Is that clear, Valentina?”
I’m so overwhelmed, I forget to do more than just nod.
He reminds me when he twists my nipples hard.
I correct myself, “Yes, my Lord. God…!” I lean back against him, arching my back to thrust my breasts more into his waiting hands.
He kneads them softly, tenderly, while rubbing my nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
I gasp at him slapping the left swell, so it bounces upon the other. He slaps the right swell, doing the same as if a precursor of what will come. I’m still trying to grind against him, my fingers gripping the fabric of his pants so tight. And praying to all the gods and goddesses for him to move.
Finally…he does.
Working me up and down his cock, Roman fucks me so my soaked cunt slides and sucks in time to his rhythm. Slow, deep strokes so I may feel everything, especially how his erection puts more pressure on those thick anal beads.
And then? He turns on the toy to the lowest setting.
It shoots hot arousal into my core, my inner muscles tightening stronger than I ever thought I could. And he’s a wall of muscle at my back, all hot blood and chiseled ridges.
It’s another layer of vulnerability with him fully clothed while I’m naked. He knows how much it turns me on, giving him complete control, my undying surrender.
He increases the vibration. It pulses electricity through my nether region.
My inflamed clit tingles from the stimulation.
And my dark hole has no choice but to clamp down around those vibrating anal beads.
All it takes is for him to curl his thumbs along my nipples for me to come.
It’s explosive. I come with everything I have.
And my hands fly to each side of his neck, holding on for dear life while all his muscles bulge behind me.
I’m still riding him when he delivers fiery, rabid thrusts, then slamming and sealing himself to me, spilling his cum inside.
I don’t recover. Pulling out the toy and chucking it to the floor, Roman lifts me, shifting me around, and my knees are on either side of him.
His cock has not left my pussy. Cum leaks out of me, dripping onto the icy throne seat.
Still sucking, still needy, my cunt practically begs him to keep going.
And then, Roman seizes my hair, yanks my head back, and rubs his mouth along my throat, purring low, “Ride me, zhena. Ride me with that soaked, needy cunt, so hungry for my dick. Dirty little cock slut.”