Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY ONE
LUKYAN VOLKOV
“Take off your shirt,” Lyla panted, pushing me down onto the bed.
“Lyla,” I moaned as she kissed my neck. Her lips on my skin were nothing short of ecstasy, and I was having a hard time focusing. “Baby, we need to talk.”
The last fucking thing on Earth I wanted to do was talk.
Especially now, with my wife’s hands slowly moving down my chest. But we had to.
There was shit we needed to discuss. Issues we needed to address.
What happened with her brother was horrible.
When I put myself in her shoes, it hurt to even think about killing one of my own siblings, and Lyla had lived it.
Endured it. Something like that would scar someone’s soul.
She needed to talk it out. Deal with the trauma such an act would have brought forth, and I wanted her to know I was there for her. For whatever she needed.
I wanted to be her support person. Her lifeline. The person she could rely on, no matter what. The person who—
“Oh, fuck me,” I breathed out when she grasped my cock in an ironclad vice.
“I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck.”
“Me too,” I whined. “Me. Fucking. Too. But we have to talk about what happened. We have to deal with it—”
She gripped my chin, pinching my lips together roughly to silence me. “Listen to me. I know we have to talk. I know there’s shit we need to work out. But I haven’t felt your cock inside me in over three months. We can talk after I’m done with you. Do you have a problem with that?”
Hell fucking no.
I shook my head.
Lyla smirked, and it was nothing short of devious. She let me go and stepped back, her face switching from Playful Lyla to Huntress in the blink of an eye. “Take off your clothes and get further up on the bed.”
My whole body wracked with shivers. “I missed you ordering me around.” I did as she commanded, stripping out of my clothes until I was completely naked, and then jumped on the bed, shuffling backward until my spine hit the headboard.
I cocked my head, intrigued as she bent down and reached into her duffle bag. She pulled out a long, thick chain.
My cock hardened instantly. What’s her plan? Chain me to the fucking bed?
Please be yes.
“Arms out to the side.”
I flung my arms out so fast they smashed into the headboard with a loud bang.
Lyla chuckled, running her fingers up and down the chain as she slowly approached me. “Eager, are we?”
“You have no idea. I can’t keep my body from trembling.” I really, seriously couldn’t. Having her in my room, in my space, walking toward me with that sexy fucking look in her eyes had me almost vibrating off the goddamn mattress.
She stopped beside the bed and stared down at me. Tension skyrocketed between us. My body craved her. Her touch. Her scent. Not only my body, but my heart. My soul. Every inch of me from top to bottom.
When I had first walked into the dining room and saw her standing there, it was as if a huge pressure lifted from my chest, and I could finally breathe again.
For the past three months, I’d been walking around like a ghost, barely a shell of my former self.
Like I was an empty husk, just going through the motions.
Then, Lyla appeared, like a demon emerging from the shadows, and my heart kickstarted back to life.
Lyla wound the chain around my wrist before securing it to the pillar on the headboard.
She climbed on top of me, legs either side of my body, and looped it around the back of the bed, stretching it out to reach my arm before winding it around my other wrist. Lyla pulled it tight, and I was unable to do anything else except groan at that delicious bite of pain.
Lastly, she clicked a padlock through the chain, and there I was. Officially at her mercy.
Exactly where I wanted to be.
She sat back, admiring her work. Admiring me, her gaze drenched with heat and longing. Her eyes lit up, and I knew without her having to say a word what was on her mind.
“You want to take a picture for your scrapbook, don’t you?” I grinned.
She seemed to suddenly go shy, which was so out of the norm for her. I found it utterly adorable. “Yeah.”
I relaxed my body, grin still firmly in place, and rumbled, “Davay, lyubimaya,” Go for it, baby.
Excitement burst all over her face. Lyla jumped off and stood at the foot of the bed before digging her phone from her pocket. She held the device up, snapping a few pictures at different angles.
“Fuck, you look so good.” Her free hand dived into the front of her pants, almost as if she couldn’t wait another second to touch herself over me. A soft moan fell from her lips.
A deep, overwhelming hunger hit me, making me squirm, my hips involuntarily thrusting upward. “Oh, don’t tease me, baby. Bring that pussy over here. I want to taste you.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Is that how you ask your Huntress?” There was a slight reprimand in her voice, and I wondered if she would punish me for that.
I wanted her to.
Shivers shot down my spine. “Please,” I amended. “Please let me taste your pussy.”
Lyla placed the tip of her finger on my shin and sensually ran it up my leg as she made her way around the bed, each step she took slow. Almost seductive. “Have you been a good boy, baby?”
“Yes.” I nodded rapidly. “I’ve been a good boy. I’ve been such a good boy. I promise.”
“Hmm.” Her finger continued to move up and up, gliding over my cock, teasing the absloute fuck out of me and almost making me come from that one touch alone. “Show me. Stick out your tongue.”
I did without hesitation.
“Good,” she sang approvingly. “Don’t move.”
Oh, man. I both loved and hated when she said that. It meant I would enjoy what was about to happen, but it would also be complete fucking agony.
Lyla stripped out of her clothes quickly and climbed back on the bed. I barely had enough time to marvel at the gloriousness of her naked body before she stood directly in front of me and placed her pussy on my mouth.
She moaned. I moaned. We both fucking moaned like no tomorrow. Her taste exploded on my tongue, and I sealed my lips over her, sucking hard on her clit.
Lyla moved, grinding herself down on me. Taking her pleasure with absolutely no qualms, and I loved it.
I loved every moment of it.
I groaned deep in my throat. My hands clenched into tight fists, and I pulled against the chains, desperate to touch her. To feel her skin beneath my fingers. To grip her ass and make her ride my face harder. Faster.
“Yes. That’s it. You’re such a good boy, letting me use you,” she praised, and it egged me on, knowing I was pleasing her.
I moved my mouth in time with her thrusts, flicking my tongue, trying to utterly devour her. Lyla moaned the entire time, my name falling from her lips, drenched in passion.
“Mmm, baby. You taste so good.” The chains rattled loudly as I fought against them. It only seemed to spur her on more, knowing I was unable to move. Unable to do anything. Lyla had complete freedom to do whatever she wanted to me.
It turned me on.
My cock was so hard it hurt.
Her hands came down and gripped both sides of my face, and she held me exactly where she wanted me, riding my face harder.
“Oh, baby. Lukyan. Your tongue. Your fucking tongue.” She panted heavily.
I leaned forward as much as I could, needing more of her.
Needing to drown myself in her. I sucked.
I licked. I swirled my tongue over her clit.
I knew she preferred a slightly rougher touch, so I used my teeth to nibble around her pussy, sucking at her skin, the inside of her thighs.
I let my tongue hang out loosely and shook my head as much as her grip would allow, trying to downright bury myself inside her.
To get as close to her as humanly possible.
Her head flung back, and she let out a cry of pleasure. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle it, and I yanked hard on the chains, wanting to rip that fucking hand away so I could hear her.
“Oh, god. Oh, fuck.” Her thrusts slowed as she came down from her orgasm, and then she moved back slightly. She looked down at me. Hunger burned in her eyes. It made my heart pound in my chest, knowing she wanted me, needed me as much as I did her. She gripped my chin roughly and leaned down.
My whole body trembled as she ran her tongue up and around my lips, licking herself from my face. “You taste even better with me all over you,” Lyla murmured huskily.
I whined. “You’re killing me, Huntress.”
She licked my face again. “I like you needy and helpless.”
“You’re evil,” I whimpered.
“Yeah.” A devilish smirk curled on her lips. “But you like it, though.”
“I do. I so fucking do.” I nodded earnestly.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to like this part too.”
Lyla climbed off the bed, and my body went to follow. The chains snapped taut.
“Noooo.” I almost cried. “Come back, baby. Come back.”
Lyla pulled a chair from the small lounge set in the middle of the room and dragged it over. She sat down, put her feet up on the side of the bed, and spread her legs wide.
“Fuck me.” Her pussy was dripping wet. Soft and pink and covered in tiny little bite marks from my teeth.
Such a fucking turn on.
Her hand disappeared, and then a knife appeared, flipping through her fingers.
My eyes widened. “I’m going to fuck myself with your knife.
You’re going to watch. And then I’ll give it back to you, so that every time you use it, you’ll remember this moment.
Remember you’re mine. Always. ’Til death do us fucking part.
And if you ever leave me again, I’ll use this knife to cut the rope I will use to keep you tied up in my house forever so you can never escape me. ”
“Slightly terrifying, but also incredibly hot,” I breathed out.
There was a sheath over the blade, which I was thankful for because I didn’t want her to accidentally cut herself. She held the knife out to me until the handle touched my lips. “Suck it. Make it nice and wet for me, baby.”