Chapter 5
Five
Andrei hesitated, wanting to exist in a place of possibility for a little bit longer.
He wouldn’t fault Sofie for backing out and remaining clothed. This was an odd night that seemed to exist outside of reality. A night where he kidnapped art thieves instead of arresting them and scening with a virtual stranger in a quarter-renovated BDSM club made perfect sense.
He wouldn’t fault Sofie for deciding not to do this once the cuffs were off and he wasn’t right there pushing and teasing her with wicked words.
But he would be disappointed.
So Andrei lingered in the stairwell, a few bottles of water in one hand, and oral sex condoms in his pocket. He’d torn through boxes of supplies in the storage room on the third floor. Most of the boxes had building supplies, but he’d found a box with the logo of a popular western-European adult store on it.
The image of his angel on her knees with his cock in her mouth had him rock hard. He could see her now–eyes wide and tears rimming them as he held her in place, the head of his cock pushed deep enough to make her gag.
Fuck it. Standing here for another minute wouldn’t change her decision.
Andrei pushed out of the stairwell, craning his neck to see her around the pile of construction equipment.
She wasn’t there.
Andrei let out a hard, cynical laugh.
He was a fucking fool.
Cursing himself, he started running across the stripped-down interior. He’d uncuffed her, left the room, gone to a whole different floor, and hadn’t even considered the possibility that she’d take a third option: run.
Anger made his teeth clench. He was pissed at her but angrier with himself. He never made mistakes based on being too trusting. He didn’t trust anyone, and yet Sofie?—
Another dozen steps and he finally saw her. Some deep part of him hummed in pleasure, while a small voice at the back of his mind insisted that he’d known she wouldn’t run, which was why it hadn’t been stupid to trust her.
Sofie was on her knees in the center of the room. It wasn't the pile of construction stuff that had blocked his view but the armchair he'd been sitting in.
She wasn't fully naked—good girl, she was giving him an excuse for a spanking—but there was plenty of pale skin on display.
Andrei slowed to a walk, hoping she hadn't heard him running like an idiot, though given the echo, she probably had. He took a moment, hand on the door, to force the anger, and relief, down.
Looking at her made it easy to let go of the hot, jagged anger. She looked soft and vulnerable, and it made him want to be both gentle and unimaginably cruel.
Andrei pushed open the door.
Sofie twitched but didn't look up. She was on her knees on the thick floor cushion, her ass resting back against her heels, her thighs pressed together. She wore white panties, though given how thin the hip straps were, Andrei thought they were probably a G-string rather than full coverage. Either way, the virginal white seemed right.
Her hair was pulled forward over her shoulders. At first, he thought her breasts were bare, only her hair covering them, but as he got closer, he saw the bit of fabric a few shades darker than her skin tone between her breasts and wrapping around her ribs. A nude strapless bra.
The only off note in her posture was her arms, which hugged her middle. Otherwise, she was the picture of submission.
Andrei stopped in front of her, and even with her head bowed as low as it was, he knew that if her eyes were open, she would be able to see his shoes. Even if she somehow hadn't heard him coming, now, she’d see that he was right there in front of her. Still, she didn't react.
It wasn't until he reached out, sliding one finger along the silky strands of her hair that she shivered and let out a low moan. The intensity of that reaction gripped him tight and held on.
Andrei circled around her, internally at war over what to do first. From a distance, she looked like she needed a soft introduction. Maybe sit and use only his voice to dominate her–commands to stand, strip, take up various submissive postures.
The other side of that battle advocated for more. To take her, use her, make her feel in the most visceral ways possible that she was now his. To rip the remaining fabric from her body until she hid nothing from him and then put her over his knee and mercilessly spank her until she vowed to never hide her lovely body from him again.
Catching her hair in his hand, he brushed first one side and then the other, back over her shoulders. He'd been right. She was wearing a strapless nude-colored bra. She hugged herself a little tighter, her upper arms pressing in on the sides of her breasts to deepen her cleavage.
Andrei gathered her hair in one hand, sliding his fist far enough down the tail that he could then loop it around his hand once, getting a good grip right at the base of her skull.
Sofie's needy little moan when he tightened his hold on her hair made the decision for him as to what would come next.
“Up,” he commanded in a hard voice.
Sofie immediately started to rise. She first tried to lean forward and brace her hands near her knees to push herself up, but he didn't let go of her hair. She hissed out a breath when she yanked on her own hair, apparently thinking he would move with her. It took only a moment to course correct, though she surprised him when she reached out and back to grab his leg, using that as a handhold to roll up onto her feet. This time, he moved with her, careful not to pull on her hair.
Once she was standing, she again hugged her middle with her arms, and while he appreciated what it did for her breasts, she was hiding herself from him, and that he would not allow.
“Arms down.”
She hesitated, and her body language made it clear it was uncertainty, not deliberate disobedience to further the scene at the root.
Andrei spread the fingers of the hand he had wrapped in her hair, massaging her head for a moment with the pads of his forefingers while his thumb kept her hair securely wrapped around his palm. She leaned back into the gentle scalp massage, a quiet acknowledgment of his equally quiet praise.
He wanted to be harsh but found himself needing to be gentle, which is why he leaned in, lips nearly against her ear. "I see you chose to be a bad girl right from the start."
"What?" The alarm in her voice made him smile and he was glad she couldn't see the way his lips twitched.
"I told you to be naked. And here you are wearing clothes."
"This is underwear, not clothes."
“Are you naked?"
"Technically perhaps not," she hedged.
Andrei chuckled, splaying his free hand over her belly to pull her back against him so she could feel the way his body rumbled with amusement. It was insanely gratifying to feel her instantly melt back against him, and he used his hold on her hair to pull her head to one side and rest it against his shoulder.
"You should know better than to play semantics with a Dom."
"I was nervous."
The soft honesty gutted him. Andrei's stomach muscles clenched as if he'd taken a blow to the middle. It was insane how everything she said or did elicited overtly intense responses.
Andrei closed his eyes and seriously considered stepping back and taking a break. Just to get himself under control.
But that wouldn't be fair to her. This early in the scene, especially with a new partner, submissives were intensely emotionally vulnerable. He was certain that would be even more true for his angel. If he walked away now to gather himself, he doubted she would be this soft and trusting the next time he took her in his arms.
"Nervous, or were you trying to get that spanking I know you want?"
"No. No, I know that topping from the bottom is bad. That's what that would be, right?"
Andrei rubbed his hand side to side across her waist, enjoying the way her abdominal muscles fluttered and tensed under the touch.
"If a sub feels the need to top from the bottom, it means the pre-scene negotiation didn't go well. If a sub has very specific needs she knows have to happen in the scene for her to feel satisfied, then those should be listed out during negotiation. So as I said, if she feels the need to top and bottom during the scene, it means that negotiation didn't go the way it needed to."
"We can negotiate again if you want…" Sofie sounded unsure.
"If I thought you were trying to top from the bottom, that is what we would do right now. But you aren't, are you?"
The tension that had crept into her muscles eased away. "No, Sir."
Andrei slid his hands down until the tips of two fingers brushed the waistband of her panties. Then he forced her hips back against him, until his rock-hard cock was digging in to the top of her ass. Hearing that "Sir" from her lips made him ravenous.
Sofie gasped when he wiggled his hips so his cock was firmly wedged in the top crease between her pretty ass cheeks, his pants an unwelcome barrier.
"I think being a bad girl was your way of being a very good girl, and giving me an easy reason to spank you."
"Do you need a reason?" she asked in a low husky voice.
"No. I don't." He gave in to the urge that had been riding him and pressed his lips to the soft spot under her ear. A whole-body shiver wracked her. If she was that sensitive, this was going to be so much fun.
"But," he went on, "it's fun, isn't it? When I tell you that you're going to get a spanking because you're a bad girl who tried to hide this pretty body for me."
"Am I?" she asked, sounding genuinely inquisitive rather than mocking. "Am I going to get a spanking, I mean."
"Is this your way of telling me I'm going too slow?"
"No. If you were going slow, I'd tell you."
"Angel, you are always welcome to tell me anything. In fact, I want to know everything. I want to know how the things I do to you make you feel."
He inched his hand lower, the pads of several fingers now firmly on fabric. Sofie pressed her hips forward against his hand, which meant her ass was no longer nestled against his cock.
Andrei slammed her hips back against him, squeezing her between the vice of his hips and his hand. She sucked in air then surprised him by reaching down and back to grip the fabric of his pants and holding tight. As if anchoring them together.
He really fucking loved submissives. Completely illogical that she would cling to him even as he was the greatest threat to her person. Illogical and wonderful.
Andrei held her there for a moment, her body molded to his, her neck arched as he pulled slightly on her hair, forcing her head both back and to the side. Then he released her all at once, taking a step back.
Sofie wobbled, having to take a half step to catch her balance. She hesitantly looked back at him, worry and the question stamped on her features.
Andrei smirked at her, one brow raised in an unnamed question, and she relaxed.
Good.
Impatience riding him, Andrei went to the corner of the room where a large, low black trunk sat. The trunk was mounted on hidden wheels, and a flick with the toe of his shoe unlocked them, allowing him to easily move the trunk away from the wall. The top of the trunk looked like hard leather but was actually padded so it could be used as a seat. Except this was a BDSM club, so it was never going to be a seat; it was always going to be a platform for displaying or playing with a submissive.
When he was satisfied with the placement, he made a show of getting ready, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up, undoing the top button of his shirt, and finally removing his belt.
Sofie had turned to watch him, and when he pulled his belt free of the pant loops with that distinctive snick sound, she tensed. Clearly, she'd taken a belt before.
The idea of his angel with red stripes across her ass and upper thighs was lovely in his mind.
But the thought of another person being the one to do that? To hurt her when she was his to both please and abuse? That made him nearly homicidal.
For only a moment, he gave in to the internal alarm that was sounding. He was far too possessive of this woman, given he'd known her for a matter of hours, and they had yet to actually do any intense play. It was one thing to feel not just responsible for but possessive of a submissive in the midst of an intense scene. And the feeling usually faded during aftercare. And even in those odd instances where he had felt possessive of a submissive, it had never happened this early, or been this strong.
Andrei took that worry, balled it up, and chucked it into a dark corner of his mind.
It was time to play.