Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
ARTEM
I had thought about every monster her father had pissed off or owed money to.
The list was extensive, each name attached to a face more brutal than the last.
Then every single asshole that would love to take a shot at me.
Not just Solovyov. There were others.
None who were genuine threats to me, but if they got their slimy hands on Viktoria, she'd never be the same. Assuming she survived at all.
With my hand tangled in her hair, I led her into the living room and ripped her small weekend bag out of her hands, throwing it across the room where it hit the wall with a satisfying thud.
"What are you doing?" she cried as I pulled her toward the bedroom, her feet dragging on the polished hardwood floor.
"You are being punished. Fighting me will only make it worse." My words dropped like stones in still water, each one causing ripples of fear to wash over her features.
"Wait, Artem, stop, please. I have something I want to say." Her voice had shifted from anger to something softer, more calculating.
"Every second you stall, the worse it's going to be. Do you still have something to say?" I arched my eyebrow as I dared her to keep going, to test the razor's edge of my patience.
She swallowed and took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort, gathering her strength before nodding and looking me in the eye.
The bravery there almost gave me pause. Almost.
Letting go of her hair, I put my hands on my hips, ready to grab her if she tried to make a run for it. "Then speak."
Her eyes went around the room again while she wet her lips, the pink tip of her tongue leaving a glistening trail that caught the light, and I undid my belt, pulling the leather from the loops on my slacks with an audible whoosh that made her flinch.
"Look." She still couldn't meet my eyes, so she pulled her hoodie off and gazed around the room as if she was trying to figure out something, her mind working faster than her mouth. "I didn't understand that I was in trouble. I know my father did bad things, but it didn't even occur to me that his enemies would try to get to me. What you said makes sense and I want to apologize."
"Apologize?" The word tasted foreign on my tongue, suspicious.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded, leaving indentations in the plump flesh.
Then she stepped forward, reaching out to undo the button on my pants, her fingers trembling slightly but her movements deliberate as she dropped to her knees, the sound of them hitting the floor sending a jolt of arousal through me.
"Instead of punishing me for being bad, why don't you let me apologize like the good girl you want me to be," she said softly, looking up at me, her big blue eyes framed by thick lashes spiked with unshed tears. Her nose nuzzled the outline of my cock straining against the fabric.
It was tempting, the sight of her on her knees before me, offering submission in place of the punishment she deserved.
But she was still going to get punished.
Consequences couldn't be bartered away with pleasure, no matter how sweet.
"Do you think your apology is going to be enough to make up for what you did? I was forced to leave an important meeting, to let others handle my responsibilities because I had to go chase after you." My voice was tight with controlled rage, each word measured.
"Please, let me try." She ran her hands over my thighs, the heat of her palms scorching through the fabric, up to my hard cock, stroking it through my pants for a moment, before sliding my zipper down with agonizing slowness.
"Then try." I shrugged, feigning indifference while my blood pounded in my veins. "But when it's not enough, I'm still going to punish that sweet ass of yours."
"I'm sorry," she said as she took my cock out, running her soft hands from the root to the tip. And then she leaned up to kiss the tip, a barely there brush of her lips, before running her tongue over my shaft then sucking the head into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine.
The way her hot little tongue explored me was fucking heaven, the wet heat of her mouth a stark contrast to the room’s chill.
But she should already have been on her knees when I got home every single day, ready to suck my cock to say thank you for everything I had given her, everything I was going to give her.
Her lips were soft, warm, and just not enough.
I could only think of her running from me.
Right now, I was too angry to let her take care of me, too far gone to be soothed by her belated submission.
Too bad for her. She wasn’t going to take her punishment away from me.
I grabbed her hair, fisting it to hold her head still as I thrust my cock to the back of her throat.
She gagged and tried to pull away, her eyes widening in panic, but I held her still for a good fifteen seconds, feeling her throat contract around me.
When I pulled back it was only to let her take a quick, gasping breath before I pushed in again.
I fucked her throat hard and fast, the tears spilling down her cheeks turning her blue eyes impossibly bright, like sapphires catching the light.
Still I fucked her harder, waiting until she gave up trying to pull away from me and went lax in my grip, surrendering completely to my control.
She thought she was going to apologize with a sweet blowjob? Fuck no. I just used the opportunity to fuck her smart mouth before her real punishment began.
When I had enough of her throat gagging around my now spit-slicked cock, I pushed her off of me, watching her fall back onto her hands on the wood floor, her chest heaving as she gulped in air.
"Get up," I demanded. "That's not good enough."
"But I—" Her voice was hoarse, broken.
"Get up," I said again as I laced my fingers back in her hair and pulled her to her feet. "Take your jeans off."
It wasn't a request. She froze, her lips still slick with spit and my cock still out and throbbing, begging for more.
I turned her around, pressing my hard cock against her ass as I undid the button of her jeans and pushed them down her thighs, the fabric catching on her knees, causing her to stumble.
"Please, I'll be good," she cried as I bent her over the edge of the bed. "Just not the belt again, please."
Her pale ass glowed in the moonlight streaming through the large windows, the skin still bearing faint marks from our last encounter. I ran my hand over one cheek, its warmth radiating against my palm. "The belt? Princess, we are so far past the belt."
I pressed the head of my cock, still slick with her spit, to her puckered little hole and immediately she panicked, her entire body tensing like a bowstring.
"No, you wouldn't." Viktoria wasn't begging anymore.
She was demanding. That was the problem.
I pressed in and despite her fighting, her body opened for me, welcomed me in the tightest grip I had ever felt, the resistance only completing my conquest.
"The more you fight, the worse this is going to get," I said between gritted teeth. Fuck, her body was so hot, this was going to be over before she learned her lesson. " For you , that is. It's just going to get better for me."
I thrust into her over and over, forcing her body to accept my shaft, the sight of her submission fueling my pleasure.
The more she screamed and swore at me the harder I fucked her virgin ass. I wanted to be selfish. This was supposed to be a brutal punishment, but I couldn't just leave her wanting.
"You have no idea how fucking good you feel," I growled into her ear as my hand slid down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the jut of her hip bone.
"Fuck you," she said, but the words lacked conviction, breathless and ragged.
I thrust harder. "Don't pretend you don't like it."
Whatever witty retort or expletive she no doubt had poised on her pretty lips disappeared when I flicked my fingers over her clit.
She could say whatever she wanted, but her cunt was dripping wet, her arousal coating my fingers with the proof of her desire.
"See, I knew you fucking liked it. I'm starting to think you wanted me to catch you. I think you wanted me to bend you over and fuck your ass, filling you with my come, marking you as mine."
"No, I—" Her words were cut off when I tapped her throbbing clit, the sensation causing her to gasp and tighten around me.
"I think you want to make me mad, so I'm forced to put you back in your place. You begged me not to spank you, but your body craves the reminder of who you belong to and the bite of pain that comes with it."
"Artem, please," she whimpered, another tear running down her face, leaving a glistening trail on her flushed skin.
"Please what? Punish you some more? Are you begging me to fill your ass, or do you want the belt first? I know you aren't begging me to come. You haven't earned it, no matter how well you swallowed my cock and how greedily this little hole of yours is gripping me."
"Please," she begged again, the word a prayer and a curse.
"If you want to come, earn it. Tell me what you are. I want to hear the words."
"I'm yours," she gasped, the confession torn from her throat. "Only yours. I will never run from you again. Please, I…I need to?—”
"You need to keep talking," I growled. "Keep saying those pretty words and maybe I will give you some satisfaction. If not, I swear to God I will handcuff you to the bed to make sure you can't get yourself off either."
Her body shuddered at my words, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her. I was being cruel, but I didn't fucking care.
She scared me and I wasn't used to feeling things so intensely.
She broke me so I was going to fucking shatter her.
"Please, Artem. I was wrong, I should have never left the apartment. I won't do it again. I won't leave; I will do anything you want just…please."
"Keep going," I taunted, pushing back inside her, my movements slower now, deliberate.
"Please, I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want but I need—I need you to make me come. Please, it's too much, it's too overwhelming and I need?—"
"You need to stop demanding and start begging like a good girl."
A fresh wave of tears trailed down her cheeks, and I twisted her hair to angle her cheek toward me. Running my tongue up the side of her face I tasted her pain, her embarrassment, and her desperation. Salt and surrender on my tongue.
"The next time you defy me, I will do far worse than spank you or fuck your ass. I will make it hurt. I will make it last. I will make sure you never, ever forget who you belong to."
"Please, Artem, please." Her words were like shattered glass, each shard cutting into me.
My cock got even harder at her pleas; her tears tasted like honey on my tongue. I relished her complete submission, the final walls of her resistance crumbling under my assault.
It only took a few swirls from the tips of my fingers on her clit before she came, hard, her body convulsing around me, pulling me into the abyss with her, my own release crashing through me like a tidal wave, obliterating everything in its path.
When I pulled out, she collapsed more fully across the bed, completely spent, and I couldn't help but grin at the sight of her perfect body exhausted, sweat-slicked and full of my seed, marked inside and out as mine.
"Get yourself cleaned up. I have business to attend to,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants, my movements deliberate and unhurried.
"I hate you." The words were muffled against the bedcovers, lacking conviction.
"Hate me all you want, princess. As long as you do it under my roof, I don't care."