Chapter 14 - Daria
Knowing how easily his lips could render me useless was almost embarrassing. Almost…
But how he melded our mouths together with desperation and practiced ease made me forget about everything else. As much as I was furious with him, I couldn’t ignore the way he had me completely captivated and searching for more.
His tongue swiped at my lower lip, making me shiver before obliging and parting them. He groaned the moment I gave him access to my mouth, keeping the kissing to the point that my entire body was awash with pure need.
I whimpered at how demanding he was about it, not pulling back when it came to his unadulterated desire. It spoke volumes about every time he had been so close to me in an attempt to tease me, always trying to fluster me. Yet, it seemed he had been exercising barely contained restraint all the while, and that pent-up need had finally broken apart. The thought alone stirred even more interest within me.
Ivan drank up my sounds, both hands dropping to my hips to squeeze my flesh before hoisting me up.
My breath caught while he lifted me with ease and moved me over to the bed, then splayed me out across the bedding with my hands still tied in front of me. I panted quietly from the effects of the rough kiss, finding him looming above me with an undeniable hunger in his gaze.
His palm deliberately landed on my thigh, sliding upward slowly. “You want to push and break my rules…then I’ll show you exactly the kind of punishment you deserve…”
I shuddered at his veiled threat, silently wondering just how brutal he intended to be. Swallowing hard, I felt as both hands traveled up my thighs then, fingers eventually reaching the waistband of my relaxed bottoms.
My pulse quickened all the while he looked down at me with barely controlled lust all the while, he gripped the material and slowly pulled it down my thighs. Every inch was agonizing, keeping me on the edge of wanting and needing more.
But that hunger only seemed to inflame once he removed my pants, leaving me in my sweater and panties. His eyes dilated further at the sight and ghosted his hands along my thighs again. Apparently pleased by what he saw, he slowly parted my legs and crouched over the side of the bed. His dark eyes flicked up to me. “Arms above your head…I won’t ask again.”
The demand in his tone made me not want to question him, and instead, I complied. With the silk restraints tightly around my wrists, I moved them above my head, feeling incredibly exposed yet enticed by them.
“Good…” he praised, lowering his face closer to my thighs, words brushing against my sensitive skin. “Now, don’t move them until I tell you…or else this will only be more torturous for you.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the faint tremble of anticipation move through me while I wanted. My skin felt hot all over, burning in desperation for more.
Ivan’s pupils were blown wide as he reached forward and teased a finger beneath the waistband of my panties, slowly ghosting along my skin while he kissed my inner thighs with suspicious care. Moving in, sights set on what he wanted, his finger hooked the material over, revealing just how worked up he made me.
I could’ve sworn a deep, low sound of approval reverberated in the back of his throat while he took me in, teasingly putting the faintest pressure against my heat. The sensation alone sent a jolt of pleasure through me while my breath hitched.
He chuckled lowly, just barely touching my wet flesh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked being my prisoner, little wife…”
Paired with his agonizingly light touch, something about those words put together made my head spin. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. “Please…”
“Please, what? Don’t be shy…”
Part of me wanted to snark at him for teasing me, but I bit my tongue. “…touch me. Do something…”
Through my heavily lidded gaze, I caught how his lips pulled in an obvious smirk. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Given how soaked this pussy already is for me.”
He took my breath away with his claim, well aware that he was perfectly correct. I whined the moment he found my clit and applied slightly more pressure, exploring me. With some reluctance, I gave him my breathless reply, “Yes…”
“What do you say?”
The taunting in his tone both irritated and aroused me to no end, and I squirmed. “Please…”
“That’s more like it,” he hummed before nipping at my inner thigh. “But, I’ll touch you as I wish, for as long as I want…no matter how you beg, I’m going to take my time.”
I tensed up at that, suddenly vaguely panicked at the thought of him making me wait. I just wanted him…I needed him and the pleasure he was holding above my head.
Ivan chuckled darkly at my response, leaning forward to breath his words against my aching clit. “Relax, prisoner…I’ll get there.”
After enduring more of his teasing, my breaths came out labored while the needy sounds escaped me shamelessly, feeling the need to lower my arms and grab him…to make him give me what I wanted. But I couldn’t. I knew he would only make it worse like he claimed. He wasn’t bluffing, and I was already at the end of my rope.
With the faintest bit of kindness, Ivan shifted his finger and darted his tongue out to finally taste me. At the sound of my shocked inhale, he groaned, then enveloped my clit with his lips.
My eyes rolled back while my heart pounded, taking in that static pleasure while he rolled his tongue against it. Jaw slack, I heaved in those ragged breaths, already seeing stars behind my eyelids.
Enjoying himself far more than anyone dishing out a punishment should, Ivan carelessly pushed my sweater up to reveal my bralette-clad chest. His fingers shoved the material up, freeing my breasts before greedily pawing at them.
The added stimulation made my back arch, and I moaned, trying to feel even more of that addictive sensation.
“Jesus Christ…” Ivan mumbled against my heat before moving his tongue lower and licking over the rest of my burning flesh. He hummed, devouring me like I was his final meal before speaking again. “I hate how addictive you are…But I can’t stop.”
I didn’t want him to stop, either. Not while he was steadily pushing me closer to the edge.
Every ounce of resistance I had for him slipped away while those waves of pleasure coursed through me, heightening my senses to anticipate every touch. Eyes closed, I let myself soak it all in, getting even more worked up from the pressure of his tongue against me.
My thighs started to clench, feeling the buildup while he licked and sucked, not leaving an inch untouched. Despite how he held my body against the bed, I squirmed beneath him, hips rolling with shallow movements to seek out even more friction.
It was all so perfect; I couldn’t get enough. He was consuming me entirely, inside and out. I’d be damned if I didn’t take advantage of it.
Forcing myself to keep my arms above my head, I writhed, moaning more consistently for him as I neared the brink.
With the addition of his fingers skillfully pumping inside me, I was a goner…ready for that bliss ahead.
But with the tremble of my thighs, he pulled back. My heat was suddenly absent of all pressure and sensation while I opened my eyes. That emptiness made my brows furrow.
Ivan chuckled at my questioning expression, pulling back with his hands gliding up and down my legs. He stood over me, teasing my bare flesh. “You don’t get to come…not yet.”
Despite the pleasure, it really was torture.
Panting, I couldn’t hold back my almost hurt expression. Goosebumps rose from my skin at the lingering sensations inside me, left unfulfilled and wanting still.
“Please…”
He grinned and wrapped his fingers around my thighs before yanking me closer to the edge of the bed, letting me feel the hard bulge through his trousers. It strained with his pent-up need that gleamed in his eyes. “You ask so cutely…it almost makes me feel bad for you.”
The brief friction pulled a shiver from me, and as much as I wanted to fight against him, my mind was too far gone—tainted with the need for release.
Growing impatient, I wriggled against him, causing Ivan to bite back a moan as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. He forced out a breath and couldn’t resist the urge to grind against me.
“Fuck…” he muttered, faltering from my testing movements.
The inner battle he seemed to fight was evidently a losing one, while he growled low in his throat before grabbing his belt and swiftly undoing it. His zipper followed with a sharp hiss, then his clothes rustled as he shook them off.
Once he was left only in his dark briefs, I marveled over his sculpted body, wishing I could touch and taste every inch of him, but my hands were still bound above my head. The sight of him alone was enough for me to forgive my denied orgasm.
“You’re the bane of my existence,” he muttered, shoving his boxers down and allowing his enraged length to spring free before taking it in his hand. He shivered at the contact, gave himself a light stroke, then slid his cock against my need.
I shuddered again, gasping at the raw friction while he moved himself through my arousal.
“But I need you…” Ivan admitted before nudging my begging entrance.
All breath and sound cut off from my throat the moment he pressed in, easing his hips forward. The further he pushed and the more I stretched for him, the more pleasure tore through me.
Once he bottomed out, I whimpered and drew in a deep breath. He dropped his face to hover right above mine, letting his groan fan my lips. Just as needy and demanding as I felt, he crashed his lips against mine.
We both groaned into the kiss while he filled me so completely, letting us remain like that for a moment before he wrapped my leg around his hip to find a better angle and gripped my waist.
With the deep and sensual withdrawal and consequent roll of his hips forward, my eyes squeezed shut, and I couldn’t do anything but take in how incredible he felt. How easily he filled me to the brink.
He was going to make me crazy…
It didn’t take long for that animalistic need in him to take over as Ivan picked up the pace, using my leg as leverage while he thrust into me. The unshakable need in his predatory gaze was only proven through his almost mean movements, unable to hold back.
He grunted at the way I arched for him, somehow managing to obey his demand to keep my hands up. His dark lashes framed his equally dark eyes while he looked down at me, not bothering to savor the moment—we were both far too gone already.
Any fight or desire I had for control was utterly gone, and I let him do whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed.
I just wanted more of him…all of him and the delicious pleasure he pumped into me.
Right as that pressure started to build in me all over again, Ivan, struggling with his nearly non-existent restraint, dropped my leg before grabbing my hips and turning me over.
I pulled in a breath at suddenly being empty again while he adjusted me on my hands and knees against the bed, somewhat clumsy from my wrists being bound. But he grabbed at the restraints, yanking them forward to make me do the same until I dropped into a low arch.
My pulse pounded in my ears while I felt him looming over me, bed dipping with the adjustment of his weight. Once he pushed my legs apart, opening me up for him again, I shivered.
“No matter how you try to fight me…how you try to escape me, you never will,” Ivan muttered, lining himself up again before shoving back in, filling me with ease, making me cry out. Swallowing back a groan, he leaned into my backside and grabbed at my restrained wrists again, pinning them above me. His words tickled the shell of my ear. “You’re mine…my prisoner, my wife, my doll to break and put back together as I wish…”
A loud moan served as my response once he resumed his rough movements, using his free hand to pin my hip against him. I could feel every sinful drag of his length inside me, bullying his way between my fluttering walls.
He groaned his approval and gave in to that animalistic need to claim me completely while he squeezed my wrists and put every ounce of frustration into his thrusts.
My throat went raw in no time as I moaned louder and louder, dropping my face into the bedding while I took every brutal flick of his hips. Despite how intense it all was, hearing the almost frantic need in my cries, I needed it. I needed more.
I felt the slight falter of Ivan’s hips before he corrected himself, seemingly affected by my surrender and the way I shamelessly screamed for him.
“That’s it, wife…take it,” he growled, unrelenting in the way he possessed me so completely, making sure the imprint of him would remain inside me for the foreseeable future. “Take all of it, knowing you belong to me.”
Through the blinding intensity of his demanding movements, I couldn’t do anything but feel the rush of pleasure and the tightening of my lower stomach. Just as quickly as the first time, he had me balancing on the precipice, rendered useless.
Ivan grunted and dropped a hand down, slipping it between my thighs as an act of rare mercy. His fingers blindly played with my clit, sending more sparks of relief through me.
“Don’t fight it…come for me.”
While I didn’t need his encouragement to do exactly that, it still spurred me on anyway as I clenched around him, crying out into the bedding while I inadvertently milked him for everything he was worth.
With the crack of my orgasm over me, my whole body tensing while I rode the waves of it, I barely registered as Ivan groaned and stilled his hips against me from behind after a final powerful thrust. His fingers tightened against my skin before he lowered himself closer to my body.
His warm breath fanned against the back of my neck, giving me a few shallow rolls of his hips to help me through the onslaught of sensations.
My head was such a mess while my heart raced frantically, and I slumped against the bed with him above me. I felt the gentle pull followed by the release of the restraints against my skin as the silk slipped away.
Even so, I stayed exactly like that, struggling to pull myself back together.
With our breaths punctuating the suddenly quiet room, the realization dawned on me at once.
I had the worst self-control…and so did he.
***
Despite giving in to those desires Ivan seemed to bring out of me so easily, I couldn't help but wonder if I made the worst mistake, or if I was completely justified in letting go.
Either way, it wasn't a cure for everything.
Instead, I may have known what it was like to be taken so completely by him, but I was still restless. I still felt like an animal in a cage the following day while he went off and did his thing.
I didn't have anything to do other than wander around, read books, and talk to Veronica whenever I had the chance.
Which was exactly how I decided to pass my time at that moment.
Rather than face Ivan again and be forced to remember what I had done—what we had done—I maintained my honest attempt to avoid him as much as possible despite sleeping in the same bed.
Following Veronica around the house while she worked seemed easier than confronting my confused feelings.
Given how I was forced to push everything down and obey whatever my brother wanted me to do, I was never good at breaking my feelings down and understanding them as well as I could've been. Dealing with the absolute confliction of how Ivan made me feel was far too daunting of a task, and I preferred the idea of just ignoring it for the time being.
While Veronica deep-cleaned the kitchen, I sat on one of the stools and doodled aimlessly on her notepad meant for keeping track of tasks and whatever supplies she needed next. With my chin propped on my palm, I glanced over at her.
"You're sure I can't help you with anything?"
"God no," she uttered, pausing her scrubbing of the countertop when she realized how it came out. She gave me a sheepish look. "I mean, Ivan would wring us both out if he caught you doing my job...and me allowing you to in the first place."
While I didn't want her to be right, I knew she was. I sighed and continued scribbling. "I won't try to deny that one..."
"You're bored, aren't you?"
"Mhm...deathly bored. I can't do anything around here without him throwing a fit," I muttered, absently bouncing my leg.
"I can't say I'm not entirely jealous, but I can see why you are," Veronica admitted with the faintest hint of a smile, suggesting she would at least consider switching places if she could.
I scoffed at that, but I ended up mirroring her slight amusement. "And I won't say that I'm at all jealous of how hard you work...but I do wish I had more of a choice."
She nodded her understanding and moved to the sink to rinse her sponge. "I can't blame you."
Letting go of another breath, I paused my drawing to look up at her again. "By the way, why and how did you get this job in the first place?"
"I went to college as an English major with a minor in psychology about a decade ago, and it turns out it wasn't a very easy degree to flex while job hunting. So, I had to look elsewhere so I could pay off my student loans," she answered honestly, pausing from her work to lean against the kitchen island. "Honestly, it was a bit of a fluke that I even got this job. My grandma knew someone who heard about a position that sounded a bit too good to be true, but since I was desperate, I took the chance, and here I am."
I took in her words carefully and nodded. "So you didn't exactly set out to be a housekeeper."
She chuckled and continued wiping the counters down. "No, not exactly. But I'm not complaining."
Her life seemed pretty simple for the most part, but something about how she worked for herself and did what she needed to do seemed admirable to me. In a way, I envied her for that.
I never had the chance to make something for myself...something of my own.
"Stop distracting the staff," Ivan said as he entered the room and looked at me pointedly before glancing down at his phone. "Find something better to do."
That tone of his, telling me to busy myself despite not allowing me to do exactly that in the ways I wanted to, grated against my nerves, and I immediately bristled.
"'Something better'...like what?" I questioned sharply.
He sighed and met my gaze. "Something...anything. Surely, you can find something in this house to keep yourself preoccupied with."
That only made my irritation burn hotter.
There were only so many books I could read, movies I could watch, and monitored walks in the backyard I could take.
Without personal belongings or anything that reflected my interests, it didn't feel like my home. Rooting through things that weren't mine in hopes of finding some kind of entertainment only took me so far.
"That's easy for you to say...you get to leave this house."
Ivan narrowed his eyes at me, clearly not in the mood. "You're telling me that living here is that painful? Having everything you need and then some is like torture to you?"
While our mutual frustration mounted, Veronica took it upon herself to break away from the kitchen and saw herself out.
I couldn't pay it too much mind while Ivan was in front of me putting words in my mouth. "That isn't what I said."
"Then what are you saying?"
"I'm trying to tell you that I have nothing to do!"
He clenched his jaw, then sighed and shook his head. "I don't have time to deal with your attitude or your whims...figure something out."
My anger flared even more when he turned away from me dismissively and left the room entirely without another word.
He wasn't hearing me. Regardless of how simply I spoke, he was choosing to ignore what I was trying to say.
It only made everything so much more confusing for me to process.
Frustrated and needing some way to get it out, I grabbed the notepad, muttered under my breath, and scribbled another drawing down.
Soon enough, the caricature began to form, taking shape as it looked more and more like Ivan.
Despite knowing it was childish, I stroked a hard line through it, then got up and left the room, still fuming.
It was safer than rampaging in the kitchen, at least.