Chapter 4
Natalia
I wasn’t able to get a good look at my surroundings until he lifted me cleanly off his shoulder and tossed me on my stomach on an oversized bed in a move so fast that it left me reeling and dizzy after I’d landed.
The mattress was firm and when I went to push off and renew the fight against him, he caught my wrists and pinned them behind my back so quickly that I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d even had time to try.
I pushed my palms against the bed in an attempt to get up, but I found myself at such a severe disadvantage against his supernaturally superior strength.
No matter how much I struggled, it was like I was trying to push through a cement wall.
Eventually, I stopped fighting, thinking it best to preserve my strength.
With an exasperated sigh, I raised my head, taking in the shadows of the fading light in the room.
The angle of the light let me know instinctually that the massive windows must continue behind me.
Anyone looking into the penthouse would be able to see what he was doing to me.
That made me feel a bit more anxious and I renewed my fight once again. I didn’t want whatever this was. For a moment, I gained some ground, but he quickly took it back tenfold.
In my struggle, Adrian had managed to bend me over the bed. My feet only just brushed against the floor. I tried to slide back a bit further so I could gain more leverage, but he didn’t allow that either.
This really wasn’t good. It was time to try another strategy. Maybe I could reason with him. Or maybe negotiate my way out of this.
“Mr. Black, certainly we can come to some sort of agreement without this,” I offered, and he chuckled behind me.
“I told you to call me Adrian earlier, but I’ve changed my mind. When you’re being punished, you’re going to call me sir,” he countered.
“Adrian, please let me go,” I asked calmly, trying to keep the worry from my voice.
He didn’t answer. He just pushed up my dress high enough to reveal the guns still strapped to my thighs.
Carefully, he un-holstered each one and tossed them in front of me on the bed.
I could probably reach them if my hands weren’t pinned by his, but it didn’t much matter.
The guns were useless against him anyway even if I could manage to get them in my grasp.
I stared at them, knowing it took a certain type of cavalier confidence to hold a carrot like that right in front of a girl like me.
He hadn’t even taken the magazines out. They were still fully loaded.
I stared at them just lying there in front of me knowing they were nothing more than glorified paperweights and a tiny flicker of hope fizzled out inside me.
My weapons wouldn’t work against him. None of them would.
“We can come to an arrangement. Just talk to me,” I tried, and he slowly unstrapped the holsters from my legs, taking care to drag the leather across my skin in a way that was both threatening and electric at the same time.
“No. I don’t think that’s what you need,” Adrian replied.
“Please?” I tried once more, taking care to sound a bit more sincere, but he responded by simply lifting the hem of my dress even higher so that my entire backside was exposed. I was still wearing panties, but it was mortifying all the same.
Did he mean to force himself on me?
I was a virgin, but I wasn’t na?ve to the ways of sex. I knew what an orgasm felt like. I’d experimented with a few sex toys in my life, but always by myself under the cloak of darkness in the privacy of my own room.
“What do you want from me?” I asked softly. I closed my eyes. I could practically feel his gaze etching into my skin. Did he like what he saw?
Why would I even think that? What was wrong with me?
“I told you I was going to punish you, Natalia. You’re going to learn that I am a man of my word,” he said calmly. His tone was so sure and steady that I could feel my anxiety begin to intensify. Somewhere in between the lines, he was telling me that I should be afraid, and it was working.
Every single nerve in my body was on edge and screaming at me to run, but I was pinned. I wasn’t going anywhere and that was more terrifying than I expected.
My nipples hardened painfully. It felt like they were scraping the bed beneath me.
I moaned, unable to quell the fear, traitorous arousal, and confusion spiraling through me with wild abandon.
His fingers tightened gently around my wrists as he grasped the cloth of my dress in his other hand. For a second, I even begrudgingly accepted that it felt nice, but that didn’t last long.
In a frightening show of force and strength, he ripped the hem from the waist down.
He tore through my dress as if it was made of paper, eliciting a yelp of shock from me.
The fabric was thick. I’d chosen it for that very reason so that it wouldn’t show the weapons I had concealed beneath it, and it hadn’t stood a chance against him. He was far stronger than I anticipated.
“Wait!” I shrieked, but he didn’t. He just continued to tear my dress to shreds while he kept me pinned to the bed.
When the skirt fell to tatters on the floor, he started on the bodice next.
I squirmed, wanting to maintain some measure of dignity even though it seemed like I’d already lost all that I had. I couldn’t give up though. I wouldn’t.
“You’re not even wearing a bra, naughty girl,” he observed, and I felt my face flush with heat as he bared my back. When he was finally done tearing my dress off, I tried to burrow my body even deeper into the bed as if it would offer some sort of protection, like it would hide all of my nakedness.
It didn’t.
“You have such a beautiful back, Natalia. Has anyone ever told you that before?” he asked, and his compliment caught me off guard.
The tips of his fingers flitted against the expanse of my shoulder, dipping backwards and following the gentle curve of my spine until they edged along the purple lacey trim of my cotton panties.
He pushed them beneath the hem, and I stilled.
Would he take them down too? Was this all an elaborate ruse just to get me naked so that he could fuck me?
“No,” I answered, and my voice sounded far meeker than I wanted it to.
My thighs trembled slightly, and he touched the backs of them with his electrified fingers.
He didn’t say anything, but his silent touch told me that he’d noticed my moment of weakness.
I closed my eyes, unwilling to face that simple fact.
“Your skin has this beautiful underlying warm pinkness to it that makes it glow with such life,” he continued, and I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to see what angle he was coming from. I’d never met anyone quite like this. Nothing in my training had prepared me for him.
“Release me,” I demanded softly.
“No.”
His curt reply left me off balance, as if I was treading somewhere in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight.
I turned my head, looking back at him as best as I could to see him running his gaze up and down my body.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was so far out of my depth with him.
For the first time in my life, I was no longer in control and my clit throbbed in a vicious volley of betrayal. I hated that.
In silence, he ran his hand down the back of my leg and slipped my ballet flats off my right foot and then my left. I didn’t hear him stand back up right away and my mouth went dry as I imagined where he was looking. Was he looking at my backside? Or something else?
“There’s something you should know about these pretty little panties, Natalia,” he murmured.
“What’s that?” I asked anxiously.
“This light purple color is gorgeous against your skin, but it exposes you in a way that you wouldn’t expect. Do you know how?” he questioned. My mind raced. Was I supposed to answer? Did he expect me to get it right? What would happen if I gave the wrong answer?
“I… don’t,” I whispered, and the soft sound of his chuckle made me tense slightly. I pressed my thighs together a bit more firmly than I did before.
“I can see that you’re wet for me, Natalia.
There’s a very clear wet spot for me to find on the gusset of your panties.
You’re so wet, you’ve soaked through them,” he observed boldly, and I hid my face in the soft gray blanket beneath me, unwilling to give any sort of confirmation to his sordid observation.
He gripped my bottom cheek, and the tip of his thumb just grazed my pussy. A rattling breath poured out of me at the unexpectedly intimate touch.
He knew I was wet.
“I want to see more than just a wet spot though, little human. I want to see everything,” he demanded. I didn’t even have a moment to think of a response of any kind before he surprised me with a vicious maneuver that left me spinning.
He gripped the cotton fabric of my panties in his hand and pulled them, hard.
The fabric captured my clit and sensitive folds around it.
It was only a little painful at first, but then he increased the pressure until I heard the threads begin to pull apart.
I shrieked as my panties pinched my pussy and when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he ripped them clean off.
All of my most sensitive places throbbed with a harrowing sting. The pain seemed to build upon itself for several long seconds until it finally began to fade into a more gradual ache that still hurt.
I whimpered softly when it finally did.
“I imagine this won’t be the last time I have to punish you, little girl, but know that when I do, you will always be entirely bare before me.
Next time, you will undress for me. If I have to do it myself, you will learn that the punishment can get that much worse,” he warned, and I trembled as an unwelcome heat throbbed between my thighs.