Chapter Thirty-Six
Aleksei
She stares up at me like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide and unblinking.
The sight of her frozen on the stairs, caught in her disobedience, sends a surge of dark satisfaction through me.
“Going somewhere, zaychik ?” I close the distance between us, my body caging her against the wall. Her pulse flutters visibly at her throat.
“I was just—”
“Breaking rules.” I trace a finger down her cheek, feeling her shiver. “What did I say about snooping around?”
Her breath comes in quick, shallow pants. The scent of her fear mixed with arousal hits me hard. My cock stiffens as I lean closer, drinking in her reaction.
“Stay in your designated areas.” She swallows hard. “But I heard—”
“ Tiho .” I press my finger to her lips, silencing her. “The consequences for disobedience can be… severe.”
I slide my hand to her throat, applying just enough pressure to remind her who’s in control. Her pupils dilate, that intoxicating mix of terror and desire making my blood rush south.
“Please,” she whispers against my finger.
I shift my grip to her waist, spinning her away from the stairs. Her soft curves press against me as I push her out of the hidden doorway, my touch firm but controlled. Her tits are lush and sweet against my chest.
“Next time you feel curious,” I growl in her ear, “remember this moment. Remember how easily I can remind you of your place.”
She trembles in my grasp, but doesn’t pull away. Not that she could. The way her body responds to my dominance, even as her mind rebels, drives me wild. I force myself to maintain control, though every instinct screams to take her right here.
I back her against the wall, my hand still firm on her throat. Her defiance both infuriates and arouses me. Time to show her exactly how futile her attempts at independence are.
“Did you enjoy following me around the other day, zaychik ?” I trace my thumb along her jawline.
Her face drains of color. Good. Let her feel the weight of my knowledge.
“I— I don’t—”
“Don’t lie.” I squeeze slightly, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingers. “I see everything. The cameras in your room. The trackers in your devices. Every inch of this place is covered.”
She tries to turn away, but I capture her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You think I wouldn’t notice? That I’d leave any corner of my domain unwatched?”
Her lip trembles. The sight sends heat straight to my cock. “ Blyad , you’re beautiful when you’re afraid.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is hoarse.
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “First, you’ll go back to your room. Then…” I let the threat hang, feeling her shiver against me. “We’ll discuss your punishment.”
The word ‘punishment’ makes her breath hitch. Her body betrays her, pressing closer even as fear fills her eyes. The mix of terror and arousal coming off her is intoxicating.
“Now,” I growl, “you’ll learn what happens when you disobey me.”
I follow her down the hallway, my gaze locked on the sway of her hips. The fear in her movements only heightens my arousal — each step carefully measured, her shoulders tense with anticipation.
“Faster.” My command makes her jump. She quickens her pace, but the sound of her breath is still audible over her footsteps.
Her room appears ahead. I stay close behind, close enough that she can feel my presence, my breath on her neck. She fumbles with the handle, her fingers trembling.
“Having trouble?” I reach around her, my chest pressing against her back as I grasp the handle. Her breath catches. The warmth of her body against mine tests my control.
She slips inside, but I maintain my position, herding her forward with my presence. The door swings shut behind us, the sound heavy and final in the quiet room.
Blyad , the sight of her — trapped between me and the bed, eyes wide with that perfect mix of fear and desire. My cock strains against my zipper as I drink in her vulnerability.
The soft click of the latch engaging echoes through the space. Now she’s truly mine to deal with.
I step toward her, waiting for her to scurry away. Instead, she stands her ground, those fearless eyes watching me. “ Chyort , you’re brave.”
“What are you going to do?” Her voice is steadier than I expected. A spark of something dangerous flickers in her eyes — defiance, lust, the need to push back. It only makes my hunger for her sharper.
“Teach you a lesson.” I take another step, and another, my lips curling in a smile as she reluctantly backs away. “To make sure you don’t wander off again.”
She stops by the bed, eyes darting left and right like she’s calculating her chances. Smart girl. But not smart enough to realize there is no escape. From me, there’s never any escape.
“Lie down.” I nod to the bed, keeping my voice soft. For now.
She blinks, eyes narrowing. “What?”
“You heard me.” I tap the bed. “Face first.”
She stiffens, shoulders squaring. “ You’re not my father.”
The bite in her words makes my smile widen. “ Nyet , but it seems you need reminding of your place.”
She huffs out a breath, indecision flashing across her face. Then, sudden as lightning, she lunges for the door.
I’m on her in two steps, grabbing her arm and spinning her back toward the bed. She kicks and struggles, more fire than I expected. But I’ve dealt with far more dangerous opponents.
With a quick motion, I twist her around, pushing her facedown onto the bed. She grunts as the air leaves her lungs, arms flailing. I trap her with a knee on the back of her thighs, one hand pinning her wrists above her head.
She’s strong, this one. Not just her body but her spirit. I like it.
I shift my hand between her shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure to hold her down. She’s breathless beneath me as I tug down her gym pants, her voice muffled by the mattress.
“What are you doing?” she croaks.
“Taking control.” I yank her pants halfway down her thighs, baring that luscious ass. “Keeping you in line.”
She squirms beneath me, a feeble attempt to escape. “Let me go.”
“Not a chance.” I trace a finger down her spine, sliding my hand over the curve of her ass. “Not until I’m done with you.”
I land the first smack on her plump ass. The sound reverberates through the room, and she grunts, hips bucking.
“ Blyad , that’s a good start.” I grin.
“You… you can’t do this!” She struggles against me, a wildcat in my grasp, but I hold firm, landing another sharp smack that makes her yelp. Her ass cheeks tremble, soft and tempting beneath my hand. The sight of her squirming, the scent of her arousal — it’s driving me wild.
“Stay still,” I growl, landing a third smack that makes her cry out.
She sobs, the sound muffled by the pillow. Good. She needs to learn — disobedience has consequences. I pepper her ass with stinging slaps, the soft flesh quickly turning pink.
Her body softens beneath me as I continue, each swat making her moan and jerk. When she’s squirming and pleading, juices soaking the sheets, I finally pause, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back.
She gasps, eyes wild, skin flushed. “Please, Aleksei…”
“ Voz’mi .” I tug harder, forcing her head back to expose the graceful arc of her throat. “ Prosha , I haven’t even started yet.”
I slide my hand down her chest, cupping her full breast and squeezing gently. She mewls, arching her back and pushing her ass against my hardening cock.
“ Khoroshaya devotchka .” I nip at her earlobe, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She’s fucking intoxicating — the scent of her skin, her fear mixed with need, the pulse fluttering at her throat.
With my free hand, I slide two fingers into her pussy, groaning at how wet she is. She bucks her hips, urging me to go deeper.
“ Da , that’s it, zayka .” I nip her earlobe. “You want this, don’t you?”
She whimpers, back arching as I begin to thrust my fingers, undulating against me like a wild thing. I lean over her, teeth grazing her shoulder as she mewls and moans beneath me.
“God!” she gasps. “Aleksei, don’t—”
I graze my fingertip over her clit, and she cries out, her fingers curling into the bedsheets.
“ Takaya golodnaya kiska .” I pinch her nipple, then keep working her with my fingers, thrusting deep while rubbing my thumb over her clit.
“Oh! Oh! Shit!” she chokes out, her body stiffening. And then she goes wild, back arching as she comes, juices coating my fingers.
I give her a moment to catch her breath, then pull my fingers free. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”
She shudders, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes, heavy with lust and defiance, meet mine.
“I hate you,” she hisses.
“I’m not convinced. You come too easily for me.” I lick my fingers, and she looks away.
“It’s… it’s the pregnancy hormones,” she mumbles.
I chuckle at her half-hearted attempt to push me away. “Oh? Is that so?”
She growls, squirming against me, but I have her trapped, my weight holding her down, my knees pinning her in place. With a swift motion, I unfasten my belt, then shove my pants and boxers down to mid-thigh. My cock, hard and heavy, springs free.
She tenses beneath me, a soft gasp escaping as she feels my length. I reach down, gripping my cock and positioning myself at her slick entrance. With a sharp thrust, I slide into her.
She cries out, breathless, her body yielding despite her struggle. I groan at the tightness of her, the heat making my eyes roll back in my head.
“ Ty takaya zharkaya ,” I groan. I pull out halfway, then thrust back in, relishing the feel of her wet heat. “Take it, zaychik .”
She whimpers, hips moving involuntarily as I begin to piston into her, each hard thrust making her gasp. I spank her ass as I drive into her, each slap of skin on skin blending with the slap of my body against hers.
She mewls, pushing her ass toward me for more. I fuck her hard, my balls slapping against her, one hand grasping her hip possessively while the other proves over her ass between slaps.
“Oh, fuck…” she breathes. “Aleksei…”