Chapter 15
PAVEL
F uck. That was the most intense sex of my life.
I thought I knew what a good fuck was, but that had just given me a new high.
I should've known she was going to be spectacular.
After the way she took my cock down her throat, I should've known that was just the start.
And knowing that they were all her natural responses, not ones that were trained over several lovers and tailored to what she thought I wanted, but her actual instinctual responses were just…Fuck me.
There was something about knowing that I was the first, the only man who had ever claimed her.
I had planted my flag in uncharted territory.
I was the first and I would be the last.
No other man would ever know the unbridled ecstasy that existed between her milky white thighs.
The power of claiming her innocence sent dark satisfaction through my veins .
Feeling her tight, virgin body fight against me just to give in to my power.
No, she didn't just give in to me. She got off on it.
I made that virgin pussy come… again.
It tried to fight me just to be consumed by me.
God, she was so fucking tight, her muscles gripping me like a fist as she went from trying to keep me out to pulling me in deeper.
Fuck if that didn't make a warm pride settle in my stomach and my spine straighten so I would stand a little taller.
I still wasn't sure what I was going to do with her, but one thing was certain.
I wasn't giving her up anytime soon.
Before, I was mostly joking about leaving her naked and chained to my bed.
But the more I thought about it, the more I thought it was a good idea.
I couldn't just let her go. She was a liability, and I was having way too much fun.
Lifting off the bed, I left her still panting, my come leaking from her freshly fucked cunt. God, she looked so perfect lying there trying to catch her breath and wrap her mind around what had just happened.
What happened was simple, sweetheart. You became my new fixation.
I padded into the bathroom and ran the bath, filling the large porcelain tub with steaming water and adding an obscene amount of bubble bath. Then I rummaged in the bag I'd purchased earlier while I hunted her down .
After that incredible blow job, I knew I couldn't just scare her into submission or kill her.
Well, I could've, but it would've been such a waste.
Even before I knew her skill was more of a natural talent, I had already planned on capturing and playing with my new pet.
New pets required new toys.
From the same store I purchased the sensory deprivation hood to cut off her ability to scream or hear, I got a whole slew of toys that I planned on exploring with her.
I opened the plastic packaging that held a mid-size metal butt plug and placed it on the edge of the tub. Had I known she was innocent, I would have gotten a smaller one, but she could take it.
It wasn't too long, and at its thickest, it was still smaller than my cock.
I moved it to behind a candle. Not wanting her to see it before I was ready.
The tub was full, and fragrant bubbles spilled over the rim, filling the bathroom with the scent of vanilla and amber. I lit the three candles perched on the corners of the tub and dimmed the light.
It was time to retrieve my new toy.
She had curled up in the fetal position. It was awkward, given her arms were still stretched over her head. The sight tugged at something unexpected in my chest—an unfamiliar discomfort that I quickly pushed aside. I didn't care that she was crying, emotionally wrecked after I stole her virginity.
What bothered me was seeing her uncomfortable.
The contradiction annoyed me. I'd just brutally claimed her virginity yet seeing her in pain from the restraints made me want to fix it.
Her ass still showed the marks from my belt, beautiful pink lines crossing in intricate patterns. The top of her right breast held the impression of my bite mark and her thighs showed the shadow of a bruise. I liked that.
I liked that she wore my marks, not just the lashes from my belt, but the bruises from my bite.
Considering she was a virgin, I had definitely played a bit rough.
Guilt—an emotion I rarely entertained—crept up my spine. I shoved it down, focusing instead on what came next.
Unlatching the handcuffs, I swept her into my arms.
She whimpered as her head fell back against my chest. "Please, no more."
"Shhhh, I'm going to make it all better," I comforted, holding her to my chest as I took her into the bathroom.
The massive two-person marble tub full of hot water and suds seemed to glow in the dim candlelight. The bubbles almost sparkled.
I stopped for a moment and set her on the edge, testing the water temperature to ensure it wouldn't scald her delicate skin. It was hot, just on the verge of scalding. Not hot enough to burn for more than a moment. If anything, it would soothe her muscles.
Picking her back up, I stepped over the edge with her still in my arms. There was plenty of room to put her on the other side of the tub or even next to me. I didn't want her next to me; I wanted her close, skin to skin. My instincts demanded I hold her, or she might just slip away from me.
I settled her on my lap with her back resting against my chest.
She hissed in a breath as I lowered her into the water, but after a moment, her body relaxed against mine.
Alina's head rolled to the side, her eyes closed.
No doubt she was exhausted.
She did good.
She took her punishment well and then took my cock even better.
Good girls got rewarded, so I would let her rest… for now.
I lifted the natural sponge from the side of the tub and took my time washing the day from her body. I started with her shoulders, massaging them in slow, even circles. Then I moved down her chest and swept the sudsy sponge over her breasts.
Her lips parted with a small gasp, but her eyes didn't open.
I took my time letting the bodywash and sponge glide over her wet skin, leaving a trail of bubbles glittering in the low light.
I knew her breasts were sensitive. I wondered if I could make her come just by teasing these delectable mounds? I bet she would love it when I slid my cock between her tits, fucking them before spraying all over her face.
I moved the sponge down to her stomach, washing away the sweat, dirt, and stench of that fucking club from her skin, then moved down between her legs .
She hissed another breath between her teeth and her thighs snapped closed.
I tugged on a lock of her hair.
"Open," I said in her ear, a quiet demand, but a demand all the same.
With another low whimper, she let her thighs fall to the sides, opening for me. I swiped the sponge over her swollen and sore pussy.
I considered rubbing her clit again, this time in slow, soothing circles to guide her to a gentle, relaxing orgasm, but decided not to.
Good girls got rewarded, but she was going to have to prove herself a lot more before I spoiled her.
I'd let her rest for now.
I kept my movements gentle as I washed away my seed from her delicate flesh and let the warmth of the water soothe away some of her ache.
Once she was clean, I set the sponge aside and leaned my head back against the rim of the tub. Alina sighed and relaxed against me, our bodies almost melting together as I let the water soothe her while her small body resting in my arms soothed me.
The moment was unexpectedly peaceful. Dangerous territory for a man like me.
Almost half to myself, I murmured, "What am I going to do with you now, babygirl?"
She twisted on my lap. I opened my eyes to find her own gaze, heavy-lidded and glassy, on me. "I promise I won't tell anyone anything. Please, you can trust me. Just let me go."
I stroked her cheek, leaving a trail of soapy bubbles on her face. "That's not an option. Even if it was, I don't want to."
Her eyes filled with tears. This time, she didn't let them spill. "Then are you going to kill me?"
I smiled. She was so sweet when scared. "Not yet."
She rocked forward, trying to leave the tub, but I wasn't done yet.
I pulled her back against my chest, stroking her hair as I kissed the top of her head.
"No. None of that. If you're a good girl, this will all work out. Trust me."
I knew there wasn't a chance in hell she'd trust me.
She was innocent, not stupid.
Just like I had no intention of trusting her.
I was a monster, not a moron.
The moment I released her, she would scamper straight to the cops.
I knew she saw me kill that bastard. But there was no telling if she knew who he was, or if she had seen other things. She was a liability. There was no way around it. She would have to be dealt with, but not today.
She shimmied on my lap, trying to get free or comfortable, I wasn't sure which. But she was teasing my cock, rubbing her perfect ass against me. It responded, swelling against her ass, pressing between her cheeks, already up for round two.
I knew the moment she realized what she'd done by her small moan and the way her body tensed.
"Time to be my good girl," I said against her ear before sucking the lobe between my teeth, loving the way it made her shudder .
"Please no. I'm so sore," she whimpered and tried to get up again. She was trapped in my arms, so all she did was splash some water onto the marble floor and rub that sweet ass against my hardening cock.
I whispered against her wet hair. "I promise I won't push my cock into that tight pussy of yours."
Her shoulders relaxed slightly. She trusted too easily.
"Grab the far side of the tub," I said as I grasped her thighs and arranged her body to straddle my hips with her back still turned.
Fuck me, this put her in the perfect position. Her ass sticking up from a sea of bubbles, giving me the perfect view of her puckered opening.
I picked up the metal butt plug and ran it down the center of her back.
She arched into it like a cat. When she tried to turn around and see what I was doing, I grasped her hair to keep her head forward.
"No peeking." I kept running the plug up and down her spine, getting closer to her ass with each pass. With my other hand, I spread her cheeks and leaned forward to run just the tip of my tongue around her tight, puckered hole.
Her entire body went rigid. Then she let out the most adorable moan.
I only teased her for a moment before I replaced my tongue with the plug between her cheeks and teased her ass even more.
"Oh, god! No. Not there," she said as she tried to get away from me.
One firm slap to her ass had her freezing in place .
"When are you going to learn? You're not allowed to tell me no."
Over her objections, I pressed the butt plug deep inside of her.
Listening to her objections lessen each time I pressed a little more in and pulled back.
It didn't take long until I was able to work the thickest part of the mushroom shape past her tight rim, and the plug was seated tight in her ass.
"Good girl," I praised as I lifted her out of the tub and let it drain. "Now you are going to take a shower, and you are going to wash any trace of that strip club from your body. Do you understand?"
She nodded, her eyes never leaving the floor.
"I'm going to sit right here, and you had better leave that plug where it is. If you try to take it out, or push it out, I will replace it with my cock. Do you understand?"
She nodded again.
I leaned over to turn the shower on.
Once she was inside, I sat down on the bamboo bench across from the glass chamber and leaned back, enjoying the view.
I watched the way her thin, delicate fingers brushed over her body as she cleaned herself. The way she stood under the showerhead with the hot spray aimed at her shoulders.
Every movement was graceful, unconsciously sensual. She had no idea how captivating she was.
When she emerged, I was still naked, sitting on the bench, my cock hard against my stomach and tenting the towel I wrapped around my waist.
I took her hand and guided her to sit on my lap as I brushed the wet curls away from her cheek. The gesture was surprisingly tender—more intimate than anything I'd done in years.
If I had been anyone else, this would be a perfect moment. The kind that normal couples cherished. If I were a different man, a good boyfriend, this would be the kind of intimacy that would make her swoon.
I was not a good man, and definitely not boyfriend material.
That was the last fucking thing I was.
My cock throbbed as it pushed against the backs of her thighs. It demanded access to her body, to that tight greedy cunt, that still-virgin ass, or even her talented mouth. I wanted to indulge it, but I had work to do.
Alina had already taken up far more of my day than she should've.
I carried her back to the bed wrapped in a warm towel, then tucked her under the covers.
She needed rest.
Then I lifted her arms to the headboard.
She let out a whimper of protest. Despite it, I still re-attached the handcuffs.
She watched me as I held up the hood. Her eyes went wide but were still cloudy with exhaustion. "You don't have to do that. I'll be good. I promise."
Her eyes pleaded with me.
For a moment, I considered it.
Then I shook my head. I leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "Sorry, babygirl, maybe I'll let you earn some freedom later. Right now, this is how it's going to be."