15. Chapter Fifteen
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
T iffany
Viktor made me feel things. He made me feel things that I rarely felt. Fear. Thrill. Intrigue. Arousal. And with him holding him his belt like that, looking upon my naked body, demanding I submit to him…
…mmm…
Another man would be on the floor in the throes of death. I have killed men for less than where I found myself now. And yet, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to kill Viktor.
The frigid metal beneath my fingers burned into my skin. I could not help but shiver, even when I told myself not to. How Viktor managed to be so comfortable was beyond me. Must be a Russian thing.
Strange how pain feels different in the cold. The belt connected with a resounding smack, and I flinched. It landed again and again. And I found myself lulled in the cold suffering, sinking into my inner psyche in ways I had never explored before.
I spent a lot of my childhood pretending to care. Not saying that I didn’t care about anything, just that my care was limited to three things: my mother, my father, and my dog, Hero. I never could, seemingly, draw up any empathy for those around me. So I faked it. Had to fake feeling sorry when my friends cried, fake feeling bad when I wronged someone, and fake feeling happy for others’ successes.
Funny, I didn’t not care either. I was simply indifferent. Numb. Devoid. Empty. And I assume this is why I didn’t feel bad for hurting those who tried to hurt me first.
Only when I felt his touch around me, nuzzling my hair, did I realize I was sobbing. Authentically. Sincerely. I didn’t even cry for my parents when they died. Nor my dog. So how could this man I hardly knew, who took my virginity without ceremony, make me feel so much?
Viktor leaned in over my shoulder to kiss the tears falling from my eyes, making soft shushing noises as he did so. Could a woman fall in love in a day?
“ Milyy, Milyy, you cry so beautifully. It feels like a gift. I’m honored.”
I nodded. He should be. I wasn’t even sure what was happening to me. I was losing myself to him.
The man then reached over my head and pulled down a small container of what I assumed was ice cream from the collection on the shelf. When he opened it, I smelled coconut.
“This is vegan.” He dipped his fingers into the container and scooped out the white paste. He held it to my lips. “Taste.”
I flicked my tongue out. It was smooth and creamy. I wasn’t a vegan, so I wasn’t sure why it mattered.
Until I realized his plans for it.
I hissed when the chilled dessert was pressed into my ass crack. In response, he bit my shoulder, and his fingers shoved into the only virginal orifice I had left. I whimpered. He was hurting me.
“Relax and breathe,” he murmured against my neck. “Trust me to care for you.”
Fuck me.
While his fingers used the coconut oil to violate my ass, his other hand wrapped around to play with my breasts, cupping the weight and teasing my nipples. He was speaking to me, though I didn’t understand a word he said. It sounded pretty, though, and I leaned into him, which opened me more to his preparation. He was still dressed, but I could feel his body heat radiating into my back.
“Good girl,” he complimented. “You will never hide any of yourself from me. I want access to all of you, Tiffany.”
Warmth flooded my body. Shame and arousal, and my blood rushing through my veins, melted away the cold from my skin. Pleasure climbed through the discomfort, as he strummed a hard nipple before rolling it between his forefinger and thumb, pinching and pulling the taut bead. His kissing my neck like this was everything. I knew then that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for this man.
He paused, then I heard his zipper. A moment later, I felt the smooth, hot head of his cock at my nether hole. The tight ring of muscle stretched under the pressure and girth of his hard shaft, as it pressed harder and harder. I was surely ripping in half.
“I want to know your hopes,” he said, finally breaking through the resistance and pushing all the way into me, “and your dreams.”
I hid my face in my upper arm, both of which were still holding the shelf. My fingers were probably frozen to the metal by this point. I let out the breath I was holding when he stilled. But it was a brief reprieve.
“I want to know your thoughts and imaginations.” He then thrust into me hard and I mewled in protest. He withdrew slowly. “I want to know all your insecurities.” He delved in again, so fucking deep. “And your secrets.” He repeated the process. Slow withdraw and then the plunge –
“All of your secrets,” he emphasized, piercing me to the hilt.
I bit my own arm to displace some of the pain.
“Do you understand?”
I nodded emphatically.
“Then we’ll have a lot to talk about later.”
He withdrew from my body. I felt him tuck himself away and rezip his pants.
When his hot hands returned to my hips, Viktor gently pulled me from the shelf and guided me to face him. Though my ass throbbed in more ways than one, seeing his eyes glaze over as I trembled moved me. From the way his chest thrust forward with pride, I realized how much he got off on doing this with me, of dominating me, and the fact that I submitted to it.
My body grew colder. His body seemingly grew hotter.
Like fire and ice.
He leaned forward and pressed the gentlest kiss below my ear then whispered, “You are a naughty girl, but I’ll make you my good girl yet.”
My pussy throbbed and a moan released from my throat. If not for him holding me, I might have fallen to my knees. I never realized words could be so powerful.
One day in the future, I would look back on this very moment, and tell our daughters how I fell in love in an ice cream parlor freezer.
Viktor pulled back from me and stared deep into my eyes. I was fascinated. His baby blues glowed in the relative darkness of the industrial fridge. He rubbed up and down my arms, creating friction.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
The scorching encounters we’d shared on this day left me both physically and emotionally shaken. This didn’t feel like a meaningless fuck, that was for sure.
“I love you,” I replied.
His gaze flicked to my lips, then back to my eyes. His expression remained neutral, or maybe contemplative, but he said nothing.
I kept my expression as neutral as his, but inside, I seethed. He was the one who carried me from the party. He was the one who insisted on taking my virginity, thus tying us together with blood. He was the one who then kidnapped me. And he was the one who said he cared enough to stop me from harmful habits, like dieting. And he was the one who mentioned having children with me. Was this not love?
With a small smile, I leaned forward and kissed him, and grabbing the lapels of his shirt along with extra fabric, deepened the passionate assault. I then spun us, so that Viktor had his back pressed against the shelf.
I moved my fingers to his trousers, unbuttoning them then shoving all the material down, until I felt the fabric collect at his feet.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered, taking a small step back from his erection as I rubbed his bare thighs. Because he hadn’t climaxed during my punishment, he was thick and hard, and standing at attention, so to speak. “I wanna give you a surprise.” I truly wondered how I took such a large, impressive cock inside my body.
His gaze narrowed in suspicion.
I smiled coyly and reached for the same container he had used on me. “Or should I just use my mouth? Decisions, decisions.”
His brows rose slightly, but he said nothing. His eyes fluttered closed.
“Hold this,” I said of the container, thrusting it in his hand, then stepping back.
And back.
And back.
And back.
I lifted his blazer from the shelf and put it on, then felt behind me for the freezer’s latch.
“Are you ready?”
He nodded.
I opened the door.
His eyes flew open, and he moved to stop me, but fell forward instead, trapped within his trousers.
I slipped out the freezer, slammed it shut, and dropped in the latch pin that ensured a tight seal. A half a second later, I heard Viktor calling my name, demanding that I open the door. He cursed in Russian. He tested the latch.
After buttoning up his blazer to cover my nudity, I looked around. Spying something useful, I retrieved the combination wrench from the old, leaky sink. My legs wobbled as I returned to the latch. I hated doing this, but today he would learn what I was capable of.
He would love me. Or he would die.
I bent the pin.
The pounding began.
On my way out from the back, I threw the wrench into the garbage, thrilled that the weight of it took it to the bottom of the container. It would take them a minute to find something to bend the pin back.
I returned to the ice cream parlor as the pounding began. The startled ice cream server and her customer, an older gentleman, gasped upon seeing me. Their expressions grew terrified as they took in the deep V of my jacket that barely covered my naughty bits.
Smiling, I reached into the jacket pocket and retrieved the car keys.
The cashier spoke quickly in Russian, as the pounding grew louder and more violent.
The customer’s mouth dropped. He then looked at me. “American, yes?”
I nodded.
“That man you locked up is very dangerous. He and his family will kill you for this.”
I giggled and shrugged. “Well, if he feels brave enough to face me, he knows where to find me.” With that, I turned and sashayed to the door. “Make sure to tell him I said that,” I threw over my shoulder. “I want my threat to be very clear.”